******** USS Gott ****** Moving towards main engineering, Ra’nar noticed a small splatter as he placed his left foot on the ground, as if he had steeped into a puddle of some kind. Slowly he pointed his rifle to the ground, a which stage the touch on the end of the weapon illuminated the puddle of blood. “Nice.” moaned Ra’nar in a sarcastic tone. Walsh only nodded, Ra’nar was sure that he must have been pissed that his number two had managed to get the ODA into such a mess. Scanning the hall from left to right they continued moving toward the entrance of main engineering. As they approached, Ra’nar felt something else under his boot only this time it did not make a splatter noise, rather a slurp. Ra’nar looked down again thinking that it felt like he had stepped on some kind of meat, perhaps sausages. what he saw was not to dissimilar from sausages in fact, but he suddenly had the urge to eject his breakfast than eat. Ra’nar trace the blood trail to the corner were a gutted Engineer sat, there was no need to check for a pause, nobody could survive wounds of that magnitude to the stomach and chest. Ra’nar turned away trying not to think about it, Walsh was now standing by the closed doors waiting for Cortez to inform them of his position. They did not have to wait long. +Taps+ "Walsh, copy?" +Taps+ +Taps+ "Go ahead Cortez" +Taps+ +Taps+ "We're in position sir, awaiting your diversion", +Taps+ +Taps+ “Received, Standby.” +Taps+ Ra’nar moved over to the control panel ready to open the doors. Both readied their rifles. They both had stun grenades, over wise known as ‘Flash Bangs’ because they made so mush bloody noise. Using Frag or High Explosive would have cause damage to Engineering, possibly piecing the warp core, then all hell would brake lose. Besides someone had noted that the X’chi always seemed to knockout the lights when they took a deck so perhaps they were light sensitive, if they were the stun grenades would disorientate them. Walsh looked a grenade, armed it and then nodded to Ra’nar. He opened the doors. Before his eyes had a chance to focus in the dark to see inside Walsh tossed the grenade inside quickly followed by Ra’nar who then closed the doors. After a second two bangs echoed though the hall followed by what sounded like an unearthly scream, like nothing Ra’nar had ever herd. Again he opened the doors. this time his eyes had a chance to adjust and he saw what seemed like ten or maybe twelve X’chi inside. Walsh opened up first, hitting the closest one several times in the ‘head’. Ra’nar followed his lead, aimed for the next one and unleashed the phaser. It hit the deck. after that things became a bit of a blur. Ra’nar and walsh could only have been firing alone for a few seconds, four or five at the most, but it felt like minutes. Ra’nar fired shoot after shoot in pure anger. It was only when he noticed that the X’chi were being bombarded from the deck above that the blur ended and Ra’nar was able to focus again, just in time to notice the X’chi flanking him. Ra’nar turned to his right, fired two bursts at point blank range. But the X’chi managed to continue it’s charge. Ra’nar did not fell the impact, strange, he would have thought that a person would have noticed part of their bodies being sliced open but he did not reel a think thanks to the adrenaline flowing around his body blocking out the pain. Ra’nar fired another two bursts, this time the X’chi was Swiss chesses, full of hole it fell to the floor. It was only when Ra’nar looked down that he noticed his blood poring down his uniform. As if instantly the pain kicked in. The wound was around 20ch horizontal across the stomach. Ra’nar fell to the floor in agony, Walsh still beside him firing away. It took a moment for his instincts to kick it. Remembering the gutted Engineer, Ra’nar put his arm over the wound. Without doubt he could fill something that really should have been in his stomach trying to escape out. He pushed it back in. The pain was too agonizing to bear, but for some reason no sound come out when he tried to scream. Ra’nar picked up his weapon, changed the setting five, aimed at the wound and fired. Again for some reason Ra’nar could not scream as the beam burned close the wound. He was afraid to look at what he had done, the only thing he knew was that he know had 1st degree burns, a small price to pay in order to keep your intestines. Ra’nar tried to stand but it was too painful, instead he propped himself up in a sitting position and restarted firing, with the smell of burnt flesh lingering around. ****** End Log ****** Private First Class Ra’nar ODA 18-D, Medical Specialist USS Chimera _________________________________________________________________ Be the first to hear what's new at MSN - sign up to our free newsletters! http://www.msn.co.uk/newsletters