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Jarred Thoran

MSNPC Lt. Cmdr. Perkins - Your Hero

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Absolutely love the feigning the character does! Great job @Kiliak Jo

((en route to Deep Space 26, low orbit over Paldor II))
 
Absentmindedly ignoring the pratter of the jarheads and sacrificial security drones crowding the small shuttle space, Perkins set his finely-tuned wonder of a mind to the task at hand. How was he going to singlehandedly rescue this station and the planet below from imminent disaster? The uncooperative nature of the Atlantis company of misfits only made clear his burden as the lone champion called to serve in this dark hour. He stared out the window and mused, clasping his hands together wisely, bringing the tips of his index fingers together just beneath his nose to indicate his status of deep contemplation. Just as he was gathering together the last details of a perfect plan, he was snapped from this reverie at the mention of weapons fire.
 
Serala: Remember, check your fire this is a high collateral engagement zone. If it's not shooting at you, don't shoot at it. Not without confirmation.

Perkins: Yes, please double-check your "trigger happiness." I have many friends here.
 
They soon disembarked the shuttle and boarded the station. At the sight of the familiar Chon architecture, Perkins felt overwhelmed with relief to finally be back home, at last, he had escaped from the clutches of these Atlantean nincompoops. Though it was true that they desperately needed his help, he would not go back if they dragged him kicking and screaming.
 
Solana: Contact, four o'clock. Looks like a dozen all scrambling to get those support craft off the deck. I don't see any Valcarians.

oO These idiots can't even keep proper time! It's still morning by the standard Federation clock. Simply unbelievable. Oo

Kiax: I wouldn’t be surprised if they were controlling more critical areas of the station. Operations, Engineering, Fusion Cores, Auxiliary Fire Control, Central Damage Control… With direct access to the computer core I can probably get us a significant foothold.

Perkins: That can be arranged. I can direct you through some of the more basic processes, get you a username and a password, before we ultimately get to the more complex stuff at which point I will naturally take-
 
Calasio: =/\= Welcome to the newly acquired Imperial Relief Station Alpha-One. =/\=

oO Excuse me? Oo

Kiax:  =/\= You mean the Federation Starbase Deep Space Twenty-Six? =/\=

oO Hmpfh. Indeed. Oo

Calasio: =/\=  I wish to speak to the one in charge of your team. =/\=

Perkins: =/\= Yes of course, I am--   =/\=

Serala:  =/\=  This is Lieutenant Commander Serala of the Federation Starship Atlantis. I am in command of this team. =/\=
 
oO Rude! Fine. I'll let her believe she's in charge if its so important to her. Oo

Calasio:  =/\= This is Commander Yanek Calasio of the Imperial Navy.  I am sure you are aware of the situation we all find ourselves in.  I wish to make an arrangement. =/\=

Serala: =/\=  Well, Commander. I’m actually not fully aware of the situation. I know this station is plummeting to the planet below it and unless we can find a way to stop it, everyone onboard, not to mention millions on the planet, will be killed. But I have no idea what has been happening here for the last several months. Without a debriefing, I am afraid I am at a disadvantage in any sort of bargaining or decisions to make agreements. Of course, we did bring a substantial combat force and I would image that some of the Starfleet personnel that didn’t make it off are still here somewhere. I could always fight my way to them, join forces, then retake the station from you. =/\=

Calasio: =/\= Now, Commander...you are in no real position to do anything but listen to me.  You have just arrived.  I have been here for weeks.  Do you really think we have not created a battlefield prepared to our advantage?  I assure you this is not a fight you want to wage.  The station is already falling apart.  On top of that, we've rigged bulkheads with explosives, set snares throughout the access tubes, prepared tricks and traps level by level.  I've read up on your ship, the Atlantis.  I know your Captain Brell is a man of peace. Of discourse. He would listen. I suggest you do the same... =/\=

Perkins:  =/\= Ha! Brell isn't even-  =/\=

Serala: =/\=  Captain Brell is not here. I am. And I do things my way. I will answer to Captain Brell later, if needs be. If he wanted a peaceful resolution, he should have come himself instead of sending his Chief Security and Tactical Officer. =/\=

oO Ahh ha, I see. The Romulan wants to keep my presence here covert, her secret Ace in the Hole. The Ringer. The Showstopper. Got it. All right, okay, I'll play along with your little gambit, Miss Siracha. Oo

Serala: =/\= Still, there is something to be said for a peaceful solution. Fighting our way through could be costly. You haven’t held your position as long as you have by being unprepared. So, what is your proposal. =/\=

Calasio: =/\= It’s quite simple, really. This station is plummeting to its doom. We have seized control of this station at quite at high cost and have no intention of losing it now. I propose to allow you and your ship to assist with evacuating all non-Valcarian personnel from the station. You can use this landing bay for those purposes. We will also coordinate with Atlantis to find a way to stop the station from hitting the planet below, possibly even relocate away from the planet a distance. Once everyone is cleared out and the station is safe, we will take full control of the station and the space around it. Assuming the station doesn’t get destroyed before then, I estimate you should be able to get everyone off in about 36 hours time. Anyone remaining onboard after that forfeits their life and will become subjects of the Empire. =/\=

Perkins mind began to wander. oO Say, where did that infernal marine with the attitude problem get off to? Oo

Serala: =/\= A very well thought out request, Commander. I have a request of my own first. I need to speak to the Starfleet Officer in charge here on the station. I need to get a sitrep before I can make any decisions which might affect them. I am sure you can understand that? =/\=

Calasio: =/\= Your request is understandable, Commander. However, we have no direct communications established with the Starfleet personnel. In fact, station communications are down, which is why I have had to rig this form of communication for us. Still, I will try to get a message through and have them come down to you. =/\=

Siracha spoke quietly into her commset, then pointed now to another marine, the big one who had yelled at the problematic one earlier. Perkins didn't understand why she was pointing. Was his fly unzipped or something? He held up his hands to indicate the ineffectiveness of her communication. She pointed again, more pointedly, as the others gathered behind the marine. Perkins narrowed his eyes. Did she want him to keep an eye on this goon to make sure he didn't shoot any bystanders? Yes, that must be it. Good call. Perkins tailed the big monkey, ready to disarm him in a flash if the day's duties came to that.

Serala: =/\= Commander Perkins. You know this station better than anyone here. I want you on lead. Get us to Operations. We’re taking that back one way or another. That might give us a better position to bargain from. =/\=
 
Perkins:  =/\= Ah, I see. Of course, of course. I will lead the way. ::pushing himself to the fore of the others:: Company, aa-t-tention! Follow me! And-a march one two hut one two, that's it, lively now! =/\=

(( Short timeskip ))
 
oO Wait. No, it's the other way. Oo
 
Hardly his fault. He was only rarely down in these sections. He turned around and doubled back, offering the others his charming smile as they continued to follow his lead. This sublevel was really more of a Lieutenant Junior kind of working environment. And all these corridors look the same anyways. Soon they reached a corner, and Perkins was sure that this time it would lead them into Operations.

Birmor: Halt. Who goes there?

Serala: Lieutenant Commander Serala, Federation Starship Atlantis.

Birmor: Sorry friend. This area is off limits to non Valcarians.

Serala: We’re here with permission of Commander Calasio.

Birmor: Really?

Serala: We have some things to discuss and the form of communication we were using was insufficient. Since we’re here under a truce, perhaps you would be kind enough to escort us to him so we can speak in person?

Birmor: Sorry Lieutenant Commander Serala of the Federation Starship Atlantis. Standing orders are to only allow Valcarians past this point. ::She made an obvious effort to look at the group of Starfleet Officers.:: And you don’t much look like Valcarians.

Serala: And would he be less pleased if his favorite :: quickly checking her rank :: corporal failed to let us past and it resulted in a full-scale invasion from our ship? Just because of a misunderstanding? Wouldn’t it be better to take us to him and let him decide what to do with us?

Birmor: Excuse me a moment. ::he momentarily vanished::

Perkins: Do you want me to talk to him? I'm great with people.
 
Serala:

Birmor: Well Lieutenant Commander Serala of the Federation Starship Atlantis, it seems you have been granted passage.

oO Hmpfh! Could at least get her name right. I'll let it slide though, in the name of diplomacy. Oo

Perkins: Took you long enough. Let's head out, troops.
 
McKnight: Let's move. 

Serala / Toh’jak: Response

Birmor: It was my absolute pleasure. Commander Calasio is down in the Engineering Section on Level 46. As this used to be your station, I’m sure you know the way.
 
Perkins: Er, yes of course. That's, uhm, fastest way is those stairs back there, or...?

Serala / Toh’jak: Response

Out of nowhere, bolts of blaster fire. One blast struck Perkins right in his good shoulder. He went down, collapsing into a crumpled pile immediately, a tactic to shield himself from possible continued fire as his eyes wetted with sudden tears.
 
McKnight: AMBUSH!  
 
 oO Is this it? Am I going to die? Here? Just in my moment of liberation? Who will help all these people if I must perish now? Oo  

Birmor: STAND DOWN! CEASE FIRE. CEASE FIRE.

Perkins: It's a trick! I'm hit! They shot me! Ambush! Betrayal! Shoot back, you worthless imbeciles!
 
McKnight: Cease fire! Cease fire! Secure the area!    

Serala / Toh’jak: Response
 
Clutching his wound, likely a mortal wound, Perkins heard a disembodied voice nearby. His vision was blurry. Was it... his father? The voice of God?
 
McKnight: You alright, Commander?
 
Perkins: I'm so sorry. ::coughing:: I don't know if I'll make it. You must go on... without me...
 
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Lt. Commander Perkins

Engineer at Large

Deep Space 26

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courtesy of

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Lieutenant Kiliak Jo

Asst. Chief Engineer

USS Atlantis

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