------=_Part_11603_28152709.1133065220904 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Disposition: inline =/\= Firing Phasers at Jem'Haddar =/\= Staying low, and nearly crawling on hands and knees, Michaels followed alon= g with Lynch behind their detachment commander. Her heart was pumping faster than normal, courtesy of an extra surge of adrenaline rushing through her bloodstream. The small group was slightly exposed as they followed Walsh into the complex, heading for their next cover. She looked up every few seconds to see the bolts of phaser fire coming from above, set off by Fabrini that were intended to hold off the Jem'Haddar. The Jem'Haddar were only blurry little targets, as far as she could see through her mask. The mask wasn't severely interfering with her vision, and the mask was functioning properly, but it was still something she had made a mental note to get checked when she was back on the ship. Walsh stopped behind the cover of some large cargo crates. The cover was more than sufficient for the team, for the moment. Although, if one of those crates were to come down on top of one of them, it probably wouldn't be too fun for the person that it landed on, or for the people who had to clean up the blood and guts afterwards, Kaitlin thought to herself. Holding her rifle in an almost menacing way, she scanned across the complex= , looking for a target. Carefully taking aim with the use of the sight on to= p of the rifle, she prepared to hit the being almost heading straight for her. And then there was an explosion behind her. She turned around in time to see Cortez's team knocked off their feet and making little craters in the mud with their bodies. It apparently didn't phase Lynch much, as the loud noise only seemed to make him aim and fire at the approaching Jem'Haddar with even more fervor. "Take 'em out!" Kaitlin heard Walsh yelling to herself and Lynch. Looking through the sight again, she lined up her shot carefully and took aim. Her finger lightly touched the trigger, but not hard enough for the weapon to discharge. A burst of phaser light emerged from beside her and hit one of the Jem'Haddar in the left armpit. It didn't come from her gun, but rather Lynch's, who had beaten her to the punch. But Kaitlin didn't move a muscle, and with her sight still on the Jem'Haddar, who had only paused for a moment to check his wound, she took aim and fired again. This shot hit him right in the abdomen, and another shot, fired by herself, hit him a few inches above where the first shot landed. Jem'Haddar down. Lynch followed with another shot on another Jem'Haddar that also hit dead center in the middle of the chest. His shot, fortunately, took that one right out. There was little time to praise, or expect praise from anyone. Lynch continued to fire, sometimes hitting a target perfectly, sometimes just grazing. For every ten shots that Aidan took, Kaitlin had fired one o= r maybe two. She knew this wasn't about always hitting your target dead center. She didn't have nearly as much training as a marksman, and had definitely not used any of her phaser skills in a real-world situation. Kaitlin was used to doing most things with perfection. She had always performed medical procedures with text book accuracy. And, in the back of her mind, she intended to perform her duties as a soldier with the same precision. Continuing the fire fight, Kaitlin increased the frequency of her shots. But there was no way of knowing how many more there were to fire at as a couple more Jem'Haddar came from behind a wall within the complex. Walsh was busy working on their next move as a bit of phaser fire came in the direction of the crates. It hit one of the crates on the diagonal, chippin= g a chunk off and sending it flying right into Michaels. The chunk wasn't heavy, and it wasn't tearing through space at a great speed. But it was a large enough chunk, distributing it's force into Kaitlin's front side, sending her ass-first into the mud. Laughing to herself, very uncharacteristically, she closed her eyes to rest for only a moment. Or so she thought. =/\= To be continued...really...I promise... :) =/\= Spc Kaitlin Michaels Medical Specialist ODA USS Chimera ------=_Part_11603_28152709.1133065220904 Content-Type: text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Disposition: inline =/\=  Firing Phasers at Jem'Haddar =/\=<span>  <br><br>St= aying low, and nearly crawling on hands and knees, Michaels followed along with Lynch behind their detachment commander.  Her heart was pumping faster than normal, courtesy of an extra surge of adrenaline rushing through her bloodstream.  The small group was slightly exposed as they followed Walsh into the complex, heading for their next cover.  She looked up every few seconds to see the bolts of phaser fire coming from above, set off by Fabrini that were intended to hold off the Jem'Haddar.  The Jem'Haddar were only blurry little targets, as far as she could see through her mask.  The mask wasn't severely interfering with her vision, and the mask was functioning properly, but it was still something she had made a mental note to get checked when she was back on the ship.      <br><br>Walsh stopped behind the cover of some large cargo crates.  The cover was more than sufficient for the team, for the moment.  Although, if one of those crates were to come down on top of one of them, it probably wouldn't be too fun for the person that it landed on, or for the people who had to clean up the blood and guts afterwards, Kaitlin thought to herself.  <br> <br>Holding her rifle in an almost menacing way, she scanned across the complex, looking for a target.  Carefully taking aim with the use of the sight on top of the rifle, she prepared to hit the being almost heading straight for her.    <br> <br>And then there was an explosion behind her.  She turned around in time to see Cortez's team knocked off their feet and making little craters in the mud with their bodies.  It apparently didn't phase Lynch much, as the loud noise only seemed to make him aim and fire at the approaching Jem'Haddar with even more fervor.    <br> <br>"Take 'em= out!" Kaitlin heard Walsh yelling to herself and Lynch.  <b= r> <br>Looking through the sight again, she lined up her shot carefully and took aim.  Her finger lightly touched the trigger, but not hard enough for the weapon to discharge.  A burst of phaser light emerged from beside her and hit one of the Jem'Haddar in the left armpit.  It didn't come from her gun, but rather Lynch's, who had beaten her to the punch.  But Kaitlin didn't move a muscle, and with her sight still on the Jem'Haddar, who had only paused for a moment to check his wound, she took aim and fired again.  This shot hit him right in the abdomen, and another shot, fired by herself, hit him a few inches above where the first shot landed.  Jem'Haddar down.  <br> <br>Lyn= ch followed with another shot on another Jem'Haddar that also hit dead center in the middle of the chest.  His shot, fortunately, took that one right out.  There was little time to praise, or expect praise from anyone.  Lynch continued to fire, sometimes hitting a target perfectly, sometimes just grazing.  For every ten shots that Aidan took, Kaitlin had fired one or maybe two.    <br>= <br>She knew this wasn't about always hitting your target dead center.  She didn't have nearly as much training as a marksman, and had definitely not used any of her phaser skills in a real-world situation.  Kaitlin was used to doing most things with perfection.  She had always performed medical procedures with text book accuracy.  And, in the back of her mind, she intended to perform her duties as a soldier with the same precision.    <br><br>Continuing the fire fight, Kaitlin increased the frequency of her shots.  But there was no way of knowing how many more there were to fire at as a couple more Jem'Haddar came from behind a wall within the complex.  Walsh was busy working on their next move as a bit of phaser fire came in the direction of the crates.  It hit one of the crates on the diagonal, chipping a chunk off and sending it flying right into Michaels.  The chunk wasn't heavy, and it wasn't tearing through space at a great speed.  But it was a large enough chunk, distributing it's force into Kaitlin's front side, sending her ass-first into the mud.  Laughing to herself, very uncharacteristically, she closed her eyes to rest for only a moment.  Or so she thought. <br> <br> =/\=  To be continued...really...I promise... :) =/\=<br> <br> Spc Kaitlin Michaels<br> Medical Specialist<br> ODA<br> USS Chimera<br> </span> ------=_Part_11603_28152709.1133065220904--