The Battle of Starbase 234 - Part 6 - Under Siege From Within

Posted on Tue Jan 13th, 2026 @ 8:06am by Captain Taiga Aisaka & Commander Thomas Johnson & Lieutenant Teneca Quinn & Lieutenant Ralen Trellis & Lieutenant JG Dana Monroe
Edited on on Tue Jan 13th, 2026 @ 12:50pm

1,992 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: The Return
Location: Starbase 234

Teneca had busied herself doing what she could to keep the Structural Integrity shields functioning. She tried to block out the screams of the wounded and dying. If the SI Fields fell, everyone died.

She was currently hooking up a portable generator, that they'd brought from the Tokyo, to whatever power systems were still viable. It was a mess and she'd had to think back to her engineering training to get her trough.

Moments later, she breathed a sigh of relief, as the SI fields stabilized after she activated the generator.

The shakes to the station weren't good for anyone's nerves.

Hearing the sounds of battle getting closer, Teneca drew her weapon, and headed towards it.

She was under no delusions that she was a fierce warrior, but she would do what she could.

Thomas came up to a door, it led to the area where most of the fighting was coming from, or what it sounded like it was coming from. Turning to the control panel, he opened it up, there was no power, and the manual override didn't work.

"We are going to have to blast our way through this door. Ready your weapons." He raised his own to the door, changed the setting to maximum power.

Dana was ready for whatever was to come her way. She’d use the adapted transport weapon to beam out anyone who needed rescue, as for anyone threatening she’d be avoiding sending them anywhere near the ship.

Ralen stepped up beside Commander Johnson, his Herald staff weapon held ready. Jaret's tactical training assessed the situation with cold efficiency - they were about to breach into an active combat zone with unknown enemy positions and limited intel.

"Commander," he said quietly, his voice carrying the Marine's tactical edge rather than the counselor's gentle tone. "Recommend we don't all go through that door at once. Breaching into a bottleneck is how you get everyone killed in the first three seconds."

He gestured with his free hand, outlining a quick plan. "Dana, you and I go through first - low and fast, opposite sides of the doorway. I'll take left, you take right. Clear immediate threats with the staff weapons while scanning for wounded."

His spotted features were set with grim determination. "Teneca, you follow five seconds behind with that transporter weapon-thing you've got. Once we've secured the immediate breach point, you start beaming out anyone who's salvageable - wounded or otherwise." Lieutenant Ralen said, finding himself falling into the old combat habit of addressing his squadmates by their first names rather than rank.

"Commander, you provide covering fire from the doorway until we establish a proper defensive position inside." he suggested.

Standard breach tactics. Jaret's did this a hundred times and lived to tell the story after. Hopefully I'll be able to say the same... Ralen thought to himself grimly.

Thomas nodded as he agreed, within seconds, a sound all too familiar came from behind them.

"Typical Starfleet, biting off more trouble than you can chew." A Klingon warrior walked up, wielding a Bat'Leth, and a rifle. "Care for some company to Sto'Vo'kor."

Looking at the addition, another dozen of Klingon warriors approached with him. "I'd rather see that in about 60 years... but we could use the assistance."

"Together, in this life or the next... we shall drink in the halls of Kahless."

"Sure... after this." He turned to the counsellor. "What's your tactic now. The same?" He asked. Klingons weren't exactly the patient type. "Follow our lead, and hopefully we live long enough to die another day." He told the newcomers.

"Very well." The Klingon growled. "But save one for me... I want to see how the blade cuts through the Iconian armour."

"That should an illuminating experiment." Tenaca said. "Baakonite is a tough metal with good hardness, when used in bladed weapons, it can cut through practically anything." She smiled. "Let's bring Gre'thor to these honourless dogs."

Several bursts of weapons fire echoed down the corridor, along with ear piercing screams. Shouting also assaulted the away teams ears as thdy closed towards the Heralds position.

"That should be our cue to stop dilly dallying. As you humans say." The Klingon interrupted advancing to the door.

Ralen adjusted his grip on the Herald staff as the Klingon warriors joined their group, their aggressive energy filling the corridor. Jaret's memories supplied tactical assessments - Klingon warriors were fearless, brutal in close combat, but often reckless.

Twelve more bodies. Better odds, at least.

"Welcome," Counselor Trellis said, his tone pragmatic despite the thunder of weapons fire echoing down the corridor. "We're moving to secure critical systems and evacuate casualties. The Heralds are between us and both objectives."

He glanced at Commander Johnson, then back at the Klingons. The lead warrior's eagerness to test his bat'leth against Iconian armor was evident, and Ralen knew better than to try restraining that enthusiasm.

"Stay tight, watch your crossfire," he continued, falling back on Jaret's command experience. "The Heralds drain phaser energy, so if your disruptor stops working, switch to blades. We'll advance in teams - ranged weapons suppressing while close combat elements move forward."

Ralen deferred to the senior officer while keeping the Klingons focused. "We move on Commander Johnson's Order. And save your drinking stories for after - I'd prefer we all make it back to compare scars."

Assuming any of us survive long enough for that.

"Ready when you are, Commander."

The massive doors to the corridor ahead were sealed, emergency bulkheads engaged. Through the transparisteel viewport, Ralen could see the chaos beyond - Herald soldiers moving between cover, their distinctive armor glowing with that sickly purple energy. Starfleet personnel were pinned down behind overturned consoles and debris, returning fire when they could.

Ralen went through the breach low and fast, rolling left the moment he cleared the doorway. His Herald staff came up immediately, scanning for targets. Purple antiproton beams lanced from his weapon toward the nearest Herald soldier taking cover behind an overturned console.

"Clear left!" Lieutenant Trellis shouted, his eyes already scanning for wounded among the scattered Starfleet personnel. He waited for Teneca to enter the room and clear the right for enemies or wounded. Afterwhich, Dana would follow through carrying the transporter staff.

Teneca cleared the right side of the room. Heralds retreating from her fire. As she followed her orders, part of her mind concentrated on how to remove their enemy's advantage.

Stopping to grab a discarded type-3-phaser, she began to dismantle it with practiced ease.

She deactivated the safety features, including the phase confiners.

Dana took her chance to join the fight, carrying the staff that Thomas had given her she took cover by Trellis. “I need to start transporting people out, but they don’t know what this is, and I don’t want them to panic and think I’m killing people!”

Meeting up with Trellis, she threw the modified phaser rifle to him. "Hey Rambo, fire this at one of the Herald's weapons, it will neutralize it. You get only one shot, after that the type-3 becomes a bomb."

Thomas watched as the room got full more klingons being beamed onboard. Just how many were on the ships. But he also seen klingons being decimated from the staff weapons. This wasn't a rescue, this was a ground war. On a starbase.

The Counselor caught the modified phaser rifle reflexively, his confusion evident even as Jaret's muscle memory checked the weapon's weight and balance. "Rambo?" he said, bewildered by the reference. "What's a—"

Another Herald beam lanced past their position, and he shelved the question. Whatever a "Rambo" was could wait.

He assessed the modified weapon in his hands - safety features disabled, phase confiners removed. One shot, then it overloads. Brilliant and insane. Very Starfleet engineering.

"Understood - one shot, weapon becomes a grenade," he confirmed, scanning for a Herald carrying one of their antiproton staffs.

There - a Herald advancing on a group of wounded Starfleet personnel, staff weapon raised.

Lieutenant Trellis brought the modified phaser up, took a breath to steady his aim despite the chaos around them, and fired. The beam struck the Herald's staff weapon dead-center.

Immediately, he hurled the now-unstable phaser rifle toward a cluster of advancing Heralds and dove for cover. "Fire in the hole!"

The overloading weapon detonated seconds later, the explosion scattering the enemy group and buying them precious seconds.

"Dana, start transporting!" he shouted, bringing his Herald staff back up. "Teneca, cover the right flank as Commander Johnson and the Klingons come through!" he said as he continued to fire.

"Aye." Teneca replied and resumed firing on the advancing Heralds.

Dana was quick to respond as she pointed the herald staff at the people. “This will not harm you!” With that she started transporting them out while they had the time.

Remembering a gift given to her by her friend, Pryana, Teneca took what appeared to be a small metal tube from her belt. Holding the tube horizontally, she twisted her wrist slightly, and a pole tapering to a point extended from each side, creating a javelin.

Targeting an advancing Herald, she threw the javelin. It flew through the air and pierced through the Herald's right eye.

Its body shook and then fell to the deck.

"Oops." Tenaca said. "I was aiming for the chest."

The Starbase shook violently again as more Herald weapons assaulted the hull. A few meters from the Tokyo's team, a purple beam of energy cut through the metal of the base, blasting right through deep into the interior. Three of the Klingons and several Heralds were instantly vaporised as the purple beam devoured them.

As the beam shut off, several people were pushed out into the vacuum of space, screaming or yelling for their lives. Luckily the emergency fircefields kicked in and sealed the huge breach. Out through what was once walls and hull, one could see the Herald ships swarming aroind, their purple energy weapons clearly visible. Amongst them, orange and green weapons, striking back from the remaining Starfleet and Klingon ships. Yet those orange and green lights... were much less and seemed so far away.

Spotting one of the vapourized Klingons weapons roll to the floor, Thomas quickly rolled over it, snatching it before rolling back up. More heralds were beaming in, catching one just as they were materializing, he was able to stab the knife into the chest of the herald, forced down he sliced down the abdomen of the herald. Without wiping the 'blood' off, he quickly grabbed a fallen heralds weapon and used that as the next kill, followed by another. With so many on the star base at the moment, it was almost hard to miss.

"Looks like they are out of transporter range... Lets keep moving forward." He turned to the Klingon who had raised the question earlier. "The blade certainly slices through that armour... and I am keeping it."

"Battle trophy. Kahless would be proud." Was simple the Klingon's remark. Though, it wasn't against said Klingon, it was still a prize that was his. As they pushed forward, he picked up one of the heralds weapons, before heading forward several metres behind the Commander.

Teneca was both impressed and horrified by the Heralds' purple beam. This was no time for scientific inquiry.

The Science officer endeavoured to help all she could, while trying not to be blown into space.

Thomas looked at the people around, the bodies, the suffering, the smouldering, the stench of those. Tapping the combadge. "Johnson to Aisaka..." He paused a long moment... "We have to retreat... repeat, rescue is a no go. Request beamout."

Posting by:

Captain Taiga Aisaka
Commanding Officer
USS Tokyo

Commander Thomas Johnson
Executive Officer
USS Tokyo

Lieutenant Teneca Quinn
Chief Science Officer
USS Tokyo

Lieutenant Ralen Trellis
Counsellor
USS Tokyo

Lieutenant JG Dana Monroe
Operations Officer
USS Tokyo

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