Do or Die - An Ultimatum

[Brewer]

(OOC: These are all months and years before the current Malinche posts)

[USS Ultimatum - Turbolift En Route To Bridge]
[1305 Hours]

The lights dimmed as the ship rocked once more. Daniel was thrown around the small elevator like a stone in a tin can. After a slow and slugish journey, the turbolift doors open to show a shower of sparks, fire and shouting.

"HARD TO PORT!!!"

With Crewman Brewer stepping out onto the bridge of the Akira class vessel, he was met with a lot of confusion. Consoles sparked freely with operational ones joining them whenever the ship was thrown around by weapons fire, striken crewmembers lay dead or injured across the floor, most of them behind their allocated position on the bridge.

Squinting to see through the smoke, Dan attempted to look for his department head. Lieutenant Commander Rogers was meant to be at the tactical console, but visually searching for it, came to no avail, it wasn't there.

The Crewman had to raise his arm to his face to protect him as a shower of sparks, metal shards and plastics fell upon him.

"CAPTAIN!?! WHERE'S COMMANDER ROGERS?!" He said, his brown hair being brushed aside by his hand as it covered his face.

"SHE'S DEAD CREWMAN, NOW MAN A CONSOLE OR GET OFF THE BRIDGE!" The burly man yelled back, blood flowing freely from his forehead, down into his burgundy Command collar.

The fire-lit bridge was filled with a new sound of an alarm to go along with the explosions and creaks of a damaged ship. It started low and ended reasonably high. Along with the self-destruct klaxon, it was the most feared alarm on the vessel. The Intruder Alert. The whole bridge crew, or the suriviving ones at least, all looked towards the brown hair woman manning Operations.

"I'M READING 26 JEM'HADAR ON DECK 5, 6, 9 AND 11!!" She warned, noticably shaking.

"WHO THE HELL DO WE HAVE LEFT FROM SECURITY?!" Newton shouted again, over more sparking, looking around the redly lit, smoke filled room for a tactical console, or at least someone manning a makeshift one. His view rested on the sweating man standing beside the door. "CREWMAN! ORGANISE SECURITY AND KILL THOSE DOMINION B*****DS!"

"ME SIR?!" Brewer answered in suprise. Being a crewman, he never expected to have the responsibilty of saving the ship from intruders thrust upon him. Getting no reply from his gery haired Captain, he assumed the orders were given with purpose, and not that the middle aged man in the centre in a delirous state.

Tapping his Commbadge, he began; "Brewer to all Security personnel. The Captain has placed me in command of Security as Commander Rogers has been killed. All Secuity personnel are repel the Jem'Hadar. Get to decks 5, 6, 9 and 11."


[USS Ultimatum - Deck 15]
[1310 Hours]

Daniel sprinted through the corridors, occasionally being thrwn forcefully into a wall by an explosion impacting the ship. Coming across a few injured crewmates, Brewer had no time to stop and check they were ok. The chrome and carpet corridors were dark, and there was rubble scattered in places, although from where, the Crewman was unable to ascertain.

Bursting into the armoury, Daniel's fingers twiched over the contols and a locker beside him swung round, opening. Grabbing a Type IIIa Phaser Rifle to compliment his phaser, and he set off to the first of the invaded decks, 4 above him.