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Banshee Farrell

"Intruder Alert"

Note: From the 11.02.08 Excalibur Mission Brief:

 

- The 310th fighter squad is called to duty, and all pilots and support crews mobilize to meet the incoming aviation threat. 100 warriors, clad in white armor, breach Decks 5, 12 and 15.

 

- Deck 12: Primary Systems Support Compartments, Shuttlebay (Fore and Aft Access), right below Sickbay.

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Current Time (takes place during the 11.02.08 sim)

Deck 12, Shuttlebay

Senior Chief Petty Officer Margaret “Banshee” Farrell stood in the small auxiliary office set just off the main shuttle bay, hands planted on her hips as she watched the tactical data feed on her desktop monitor with a worried look on her face. The slight age lines starting to appear on her smooth and fair skinned features were more noticeable right now as the Irish mechanic became more and more concerned.

 

The Excalibur fighter crews had been scrambled and launched, and judging by the combat maneuvers that the incoming data telemetry showcased, she and her mechanic crews would be busy with the mop up repairs well into the wee hours of the morning shifts.

 

The big warship lurched to one side as a salvo of external ordnance hit home.

 

… assuming they all survived to the morning, that is.

 

After she had regained her balance, the lanky female enlisted officer bolted out of the office area and started bellowing orders to the various mechanic and repair crews on shift for the combat operations.

 

“Jorecht, Henshaw! I want you two workin’ together and spearheading the repairs on any damaged Lancelot, Gwen Bombers, and support shuttles that are towed in still intact or managed to land with damage. Pull personnel as y’all need them. Orijanto! You co ordinate with the medical techs and contact ‘em if we have any injured pilots tat are likewise hauled in by the search and rescue shuttles … “

 

The shuttle hanger deck crews went into action and prepped for the eventual onslaught of repair work. The red alert klaxon was a constant reminder of the danger that the Excalibur found herself in within this sector of space, but the repair crews had long been accustomed to blanking out the alert klaxons and just concentrating on the incoming repair work.

 

Banshee found herself going towards the aft section of the shuttle bay, continuing to mobilize the crews and give specific orders to the crews when a whine pierced through the shouted conversations and orders; soon, a squad of white armor clad soldiers materialized at the back end of the section, brandishing what looked like a combination of energy weapons as well as swords and daggers and the occasional axe.

 

Time and personnel froze for about five seconds or so as everyone took in the now dangerous implications and factors that these intruders posed.

 

Then, all hell broke loose.

 

The white armored soldiers opened fire on the various damage control and mechanics crews within the shuttle bay. Farrell caught a glancing energy blow to one arm that sliced cleanly through the sleeve of her yellow jumpsuit and fried the exposed skin underneath. Caught out in the open, she was helpless along with about a dozen or so other enlisted personnel who had not working on a shuttle or some sort of hardware or cargo crate that offered protection from the invading marauders.

 

Banshee yelped as the beam of energy impacted with her arm and was knocked backwards onto the hard decking. She landed flat on her back and skidded back wards a few paces before coming to a stop.

 

Attempting to fight past the pain and shock, she managed to get back up to a standing position, half running and trying to get to some sort of cover, continuing to bellow out orders to her crews in a hoarse, pain induced tone of voice.

 

“Scramble! Defend yeselves first and the equipment and vehicles second!”

 

She spotted the young Bajoran, Jorecht, beckoning her over towards some crates that would offer some sort of protection for the fleeing senior mechanic. The female Bajoran was too scared to attempt to rush out into the open and attempt a grab at Banshee.

 

Wrenches, digital reading spanners, phaser fire and all manner of offensive weapons were now fired off or thrown by the deck and mechanic crews, and several hard metal pieces of equipment or phaser fire now started to rain down on the intruders as the soldiers scattered across the shuttle bay, taking down anyone they came across and unfortunate enough to be in their path.

 

A specialist wearing a blue enlisted technician jumpsuit was cut down as he tried to leap for cover, and another deck recruit was stabbed to death as she tried to site down on the phaser she leveled at her attacker. An armored soldier swooped down on Farrell and silenced her shouted orders with a swift whack to her head from the haft of his energy weapon; Banshee crumpled to the decking, unconscious and bleeding.

 

The chaos fully exploded on the shuttle hanger deck, with blood, screams, phaser fire, and the battle cry of the white clad soldiers all intermixing. The first shift mechanic crews assigned to the shuttle bay for battle detail were very much caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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