Extraction

Posted on Wed Oct 29th, 2025 @ 3:00pm by Lieutenant Commander Ukram Gocx & Lieutenant Rowena "Rena" Campbell & Captain Lorut Vila & Lieutenant Commander Frasier Greene & Lieutenant Kieran Thale & Chief Petty Officer Lyara Dahris

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Mission: Echos of the Obsidian
Location: MX-101
Timeline: MD-2

While the Captain was being "interrogated" on the outpost, the crew of the Intrepid had begun to plan for a rescue and pull out mission.

Thale’s voice was steady, controlled.
“Acknowledged, sir. Minimal output confirmed — we’ll just crack the shell.”

His display ticked down the final seconds.

“Three… two… one.”

His thumb pressed the trigger. A narrow beam lanced from the Intrepid’s disruptor array, precisely striking the northern comm array. He immediately adjusted the power flow, keeping it low enough to avoid catastrophic damage but high enough to peel back the scattering field.

“First shot landed,” Thale reported. “Field integrity down eight percent. Beginning controlled sequence.”

He tapped the trigger again — short bursts this time, walking the shots across the outpost grid with surgical precision. Each pulse weakened the masking field, slowly forcing a gap wide enough for sensors to cut through.

“Maintaining minimal bombardment,” he said, his tone flat as he worked. “Target grid at sixty-two percent. We’ll have a transporter window within seconds.”

His fingers never left the controls, ready to tighten or widen the pattern as needed, keeping the pressure steady but carefully measured — just enough to do the job, nothing more.

Rena sat near Lyo, "listening" to the goings-on around her. Most of the crew was concerned, of course. A few were fearful, most were just interested in rescuing the Captain, and returning her safely to her post. Rena was concerned that this would set her back too far.

Agitated by the situation and his inability to influence it at present Frasier rolled his stiffening shoulders and paced unprofessionally at the rear of the bridge and would do until ordered otherwise.

Rena smiled lightly at the Doc. "She'll be ok," Rena said, in a whispered tone. "Do you want to chat in your office?"

He wanted to feel reassured by the counsellors words but Frasier couldn't allow himself that luxury until he knew Vila was safe and back on the ship. His pacing paused at her question: "I...don't know." he managed to say. "I feel as if I'm at a crossroads right now. Protocol says I should be in Sickbay, yet I can't leave here not knowing what's going on and that she's safe."

Rena nodded. "It's understandable. Dr. Gocx has the Sickbay under control, I am sure," she said. "Why don't you stay here, and do what you can to watch the Cons? I will see what I can do, too," she said, tapping her head. The Captain was, currently, too far away to get a lock on, but if the shields came down, she may be able to. She stood up, and moved towards Lyo. "Commander. How close are we to getting the shields down? As soon as we can do that, I can get a lock on her...you may be able to, too," she said, the last part quietly.

"Thanks Rena," Greene nodded. "I'll feel a lot better when this is over, that's for sure."

Rena smiled lightly. "We all will, Doctor," she said.


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The same Gul's face appeared again on the Intrepid's viewscreen.

"I have some prisoners. Your captain ordered that they be remanded to you. Five to beam aboard." He went silent, the screen dark. He gave no other information.

"Dr. Greene, can you handle it?" Rena asked, quietly. "I can go assist Dr. Gocx," she said. She wouldn't blame Frasier if he chose to stay here and wait. Dr Gocx was more removed, and the Klingon was good at compartmentalizing.

The Doctor's gaze was still fixed with a burning hatred at the viewscreen when Rena asked. "I'd like to stay, for now if possible. However, call me if needed."

Rena nodded. "Of course," she said.

A break in the din caused them all to look at the viewscreen.

"Four to beam aboard. They'll need medical. Your captain stays." The Cardassian face scowled, and then disappeared.

Rena sighed, but began to make her way to medical.


From the Command center, Lyo spoke.

"Fire another round of volleys. The shields can't withstand much more," he directed.

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Down on the planet, Vila knew that someone had come to help; the shields were falling just as fast as the Cardassians could reset them. Finally, the lights went out, and the shields were down. She could feel the one surrounding her disappear. Without a moment's thought, she ran.

She was fast, still, even though she was near unconscious from the abuse she'd withstood thus far, but she knew the general layout of the compound from rote memory, and knew there was a transport pad several hundred feet to her left. If she could run faster than her captors, she could make it. Or at least out of the building, where the Intrepid could get her.

She was moving as she thought, feet seemingly going independently of her brain. She wasn't sure how, but she made it to the transport pad. It was an older style, just a two way. She could beam to the ship OR the planet, but they couldn't send a team to both places at once if they needed to.

"Computer, one to beam to the USS Intrepid."

"Access code."

"Override code, use G007Moss."

A moment later, a beam of light appeared.

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"Shields are completely down! Sensors are screaming, the engines are hiccupping, and my console just tried to short-circuit itself in protest. I strongly suggest we beam the Captain back now so I can obliterate everything in sight with our phasers, launch a few torpedoes for dramatic effect, and warp the hell outta Dodge before this whole deck turns into a fireworks display nobody survives to Instagram. Honestly, if this gets any worse, I’m grabbing a coffee and a chair—I figure it’ll make a good viewing spot." Lyara stated from Helm.

Lyo nodded. "Do it," he said. "Beam her back, directly to Medical," he said. "Fire the next round of Volleys. Thale, damage report." He said.

Meanwhile, Rena was pulling Dr. Greene along to Medical. If he were Ferengi, she'd be dragging him by the lobes. She was already turned "in" to the Captain. "She's alive but not ok," she reported. "Dr. Gocx is already getting her in a biobed and pain medication."

They arrived at medical shortly.

"Right," Greene nodded and swallowed heavily in an attempt to settle his rising anxiety, fearful his girl had suffered greatly.

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"Captain, I must insist you get into this biobed," the hulking Klingon said, trying to sound more imploring than truly gruff. "I will have Dr Greene up here as soon as I can."

Vila stood, barely, hands on her hips, words coming in single syllables as she struggled to stay conscious. "No. Need bombs." She shook her head, but did let the nurse give her a hypospray.

Tell Frasier I am fine. she directed Rena. She needed to see him, but not yet.

"Lyo. Channel." She couldn't fight it anymore, she crumpled into a ball onto the biobed. "Fine," she said, the tinge of annoyance at her own weakness in her voice. She wasn't really mad at Gocx; he was doing his job. She was mad that she couldn't make a bomb and destroy the compound HERSELF. She was stubborn, sometimes to her own downfall. Still. She lay there, finally, quietly.

"Lyo. Destroy it. I don't care at what cost." Her final command before she let unconsciousness take her.

Entering sickbay Frasier had managed to recover most of his professionalism. He quickly scanned the room assessing how the team had been managing the situation and where best to apply himself. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Vila receiving treatment from Gocx and senior nurse. He was grateful for both their swift response and positioning as to screen him from seeing her condition in full.

Trusting his team to give the Captain the best care possible Frasier turned his attention to the other evacuated Bajorn prisoners.

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Back on the Bridge, Lyo nodded, her final command sent through the Comms. He set his face.

"Prep the torpedoes for a full assault. Helm, position us for maximum impact. Keep going until it's fully destroyed."

He fell quiet, watching carefully. He had to let Lorut make this call; it was HER past and her memories, and her peoples' property. He might've made a different call but here they were.

Tags: Security, Helm, anyone who wants to give reaction.

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Vila lay on the table, her eyes closed. In her head, though, her life played out as some kind of lurid kaleidoscope. Scene upon scene. Was this the end? Was this death? She couldn't tell. If it were, she was sorely disappointed in how it was playing out. She could hear a voice, rough but warm.

"Captain, breathe slowly..." Her brain registered as familiar but she couldn't place it. Another voice. This one female, softer.

Doctor Gocx means well. This is Rena. Where is your pain?

Vila felt the safety in Rena's "voice".

"My ribs. Pain. Head...pounding. Help."

We're working on it...you'll be ok if you just fight a bit more. After a moment, the memories faded. The pain stopped. She could hear the machines even out. Hypospray. She recognized the feeling. A calming medication, and something to keep her asleep. She could hear voices, hazily. One she couldn't hear. She tried again.

"Rena. Frasier?" She could hear the woman chuckle.

He's here but he's tending to the others. The damage to your ribs is pretty serious but not life threatening. Dr. Gocx he can have you fixed up and resting in an hour.

"Thank you." She stopped then, the memories fading, and let sleep take her.

"She's asleep finally; the drugs kicked in," Rena relayed to the two doctors and cadre of nurses and medics.

The team worked meticulously and in tandem; Vila and the two other rescued Bajorans would be ok-at least, physically.

"Thank you Rena," Frasier replied relieved to hear an update on Vila's progress. Not since little James had taken a tumble had Frasier felt so helpless as a Doctor as he did right now. It took a conscious effort to remain focused upon administrating treatment to the patient in front of him and not become a emotional mess at the food of her bed offering prayers to whomever would listen.


Later....

Rena was tired. Having worked through the day with the Docs to help them determine where pain was happening, plus the fallout from the traumas, she was busy. The Captain would pull through physically, though Rena could tell from her unconscious thoughts that she'd lose some of her progress in healing.

Damn it.

Now, the Captain and Fraiser were enconscend away. Rena would deal with it tomorrow. SHE was going to have a quiet dinner with S'Tera.



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