-= Underground Complex - Einhoften Facility =- Okrin returned fire sporadically. "Save your ammo!" He shouted to everyone, specialy the Jem'Hadar, who was spraying the firezone like a gardener watering his plants with a firehose. The quatuor of starfleet operators where pinned down, behind the transport and quickly running out of options. Weaver and Cross maintained a good fire base, controlled burst towards the enemy. It kept them occupied but their numbers seemed to grow every time one fell. "Alright." Okrin started. "I want options." He said between shots. "We charge them!" N'et'vor replied. Okrin knew everyone but the Jem'hadar wanted another more viable option. "Right, I forget, you're dead right?" Okrin spat back, ducking a burts from the enemy. He moved from prone to croutching position. "Yes, and I fight to regain my life!" The Jem'Hadar replied proudly. He took aim and fired, killing one of his former brothers. "Well, I'm alive and I don't want to die." Cross replied, as he and Nejor got up and fired a few shots before ducking again. "Can we bomb the hell out of them? We do have some photon grenades." Weaver added his option, but knew before he finished his sentence that it was not possible. Their anti-personel demolition and extra clips where under their HEV suits. Unless they found a way out and pretty soon, they would be going home in body bags. "What do they have in these cases?" Okrin asked pointing at the cases on their side and over to the attacking Jem'hadar's protection, primarily at N'et'vor but directed at everyone. "Anything, equipment, medicine, chemicals, foodstuff, energy packs. All you can think of for running a medical research lab." N'et'vor replied. Okrin nodded. He got up and fired a burst, not aiming at anyone, just the main direction, but he scanned the boxes looking for something he knew. The one he spotted was dead on. It had a medical pictogram on it, but he ducked before getting hit by the incoming burst. He had spotted a total of three crates but one caught his eye. He peered again, through his rifle scope and fired a double tap to a human looking Jem'hadar and he read the crate's tag. "Anesthezine." He said to himself. He rolled back behind cover and looked up at Weaver who was taking a shot. "Aim at the crate of anesthezine!" He shouted, The Corporal executed himself. "It's no use, those crates are protected against phaser fire and impact damage." He reported. Another setback. "Starfleet, you better come up with something." N'et'vor said, looking down, anger in his eyes. "My ammunition is running low." He reported. Okrin looked down at his own weapon. Indeed the energy cell was on the low side. "Think, think, think." He encouraged himself. He looked at the blast door, where Rangi and Terek managed to escape. There had been a forcefield before the door. Something had to power the door, he reasoned. He ran his eyes along an imaginary line, where he guessed the power conduits to the blast door mechannism would be, and he saw it. a sign, expertly painted on the wall, indicating a major plasma conduit. He looked up at Cross who was taking a shot, in tandem with N'et'vor. "I got another." he said. "But they keep coming!" Okrin could almost see the fear in the young man's eyes. "What do you have in your combat pack?" The Bajoran asked him. "Any structural explosives?" He queried, thinking of argine explosives or shaped plastic explosives. "Sure do sir, I'm a structural repositioning technician." The engineering specialist replied. It took a second for Okrin to make up of what he heard. The guy was a demolition specialist. "OK, is that conduit at the same location for the second door, or do they feed of the same plasma conduit?" Okrin asked the structural specialist. "Each have their own EPS conduits. It's a redundant system, like the two blast doors, one malfunctions, the second is still operational." He said, kneeling to be better heard. "Give me a shaped charge with a detonator. Lots of explosives." The ensign ordered. Cross did not waste a beat and got to work. Waiting for him Okrin got to his feet, aimed and fired in a second, he downed yet another Jemmie. Everyone seemed to be at a stand off, exchanging shots, to weaken their adversairies. The prophets where protecting the Starfleet group, no doubt. Okrin did not realize how long it took, but Cross pulled on his suit's leg to get his attention. They did not exchange words. He just showed the ensign his work. A big block of argine and a detonator waited for Orkin. The SSF Veteran kneeled, took a chunk of the plastic like material and rolled the bigger piece in a ball, sinking the detonator in it. He set the timer for ten seconds, and placed the piece he removed earlier to cover the display and all buttons except the 'enter' key. When he was finished, he had a big ball of argine, ready to blow up, press and throw'. Okrin hoped the thing would stick where the power conduit lay, behind the bulkhead. "Covering fire!" He shouted. They all jumped up and fired, pinning their opposition, and Okrin presed the ignition key, with all the strength he could gather and a shout, threw the ball which flew and stuck to the opposing wall, a few inches lower than his intended target. Okrin stood, waiting for the package to detonate. Nothing happened. "Shit!" He swore as he dropped to the floor. "I got it covered." N'et'vor said, as he stood and fired a prefect shot, causing the entire room to be remodeled Jem'hadar style. The explosion was so fierce, everything flew. Everything, man or object lay still for a few moments. Okrin was brought back to consciousness by the alarm chime and the second blast door closing. He also immediatly noticed the air, He looked at the suit's external sensors and read a deadly combination of most chemicals in the air. It was dead to everything that lived. He scambled to his feet, immediatly noticing the devastation and nobody shooting at him. His hearing finally returned and he heard his suit's integrity alarm ring. He looked down and saw a poncture on his right leg and arm. He thought fast. He grabbed the phaser rifle's sling and tied it around his leg, and another for his arm. He felt the inching, even if the sling covered the poncture holes, but it was better than nothing. The other came back to hte senses as well. "What do we do about the blast doors, now? We are trapped." Cross remarked after raising to his feet. "Weaver, N'et'vor, search the premises for any survivors." Okrin ordered, ignoring the fatalist remark of the demo expert. He did not know what would come next, quite honestly, but refused to let it show. "Cross, find me some sort of access panel, anything we could work with." Cross nodded and started his search. Okrin knew everyone would be dead, but he wanted to make sure. He checked his suit's integrity display, and it was not good, not only was he damaged, but he also lost oxygen faster than anticipated. He had to keep his men busy, hoping someone would be lucky. He had not expected such conflagration to happen, just wanting the anesthezine to be leaked in the air, rather than exploding 3/4 of the room. "I got something." Cross shouted, raising everyone's hopes. Nejor moved to his position and he found a control panel for the closest door operational, surprisingly. The blast door that closed on Rangi and terek's exit route was damaged beyong use, but the closest to them, seemed to be in good enough shape, being farther from the explosion. "Make it work, Cross." Okrin kneeled, starting to feel dizzy. He needed fresh air. He started holding his breath, hoping to use the least amount of oxygen left in his suit. Weaver kneeled besides him and noticed the slings around his arm and leg, and his suit's control panel bleeping alarm bells. Okrin was now with eyes closed, focusing on his breathing, like in all his meditation sessions he did to relax himself when entering a deep trance to pray for the prophets. The blast doors started to open and he felt powerful arms raise him to his feet and half drag him through the opening. He felt supported and half ran half dragged, but the blackness was overpowering him. When he was about to lose it, he felt a breath of fresh air, as his helmet was litteraly ripped from his suit by N'et'vor. His lungs cried in pain as they took in a deep breath of air, and he was back to his senses. "We have to keep moving." The Jem'Hadar said. "We are alive once more." The all resumed their jog towards the shuttle area, where they spotted Terek and Rangi working in one of the shuttles. He saw both their faces lit up as they looked in his direction. Okrin was also glad they did not leave without them. As soon as they stormed the shuttle, the rear hatch was closed and it was on it's way out the opening, towards the stars and the USS Chimera Ensign Nejor Okrin Assistant Medical Officer USS Chimera (SSF) & Friends _________________________________________________________________ Designer Mail isn't just fun to send, it's fun to receive. Use special stationery, fonts and colors. http://join.msn.com/?pgmarket=en-ca&page=byoa/prem&xAPID=1994&DI=1034&SU=http://hotmail.com/enca&HL=Market_MSNIS_Taglines Start enjoying all the benefits of MSN® Premium right now and get the first two months FREE*.