"Ooh, that's gotta hurt!" Whooped another of his stormtrooper squad at the kill.
Lt. Worf and his security team arrived minutes before the breech on the very top deck of the port side of the saucers section; just under where their tricorders detected the energy signatures and vibrations of the breech teams assembling to attack. Four security officers, ensigns Hayes, Gupta, Chang, and Jones, along with four crewmen apiece, made up his security detail.
A rebel officer named Blin Garfighter and his consular guards accompanied them through the clean earth tone halls of the Federation flagship. The rebels gaped at the tasteful color coordinated decorations, the graceful bay windows and ergonomic work nooks until very recently occupied by busy crewmen rap tap tapping at blinking touch screens.
Worf motioned for his team to gather round for an impromptu operations order. "First, our power supplies onboard are limited so we will not be able to isolate them using security force fields," he said strenuously, "so; we must rely on our initial strength in numbers to hold them back until power is restored. Utilize any cover you can in the hallways and use team tactics of cover and move to confuse and eliminate them as they arrive. We must strike hard and fast to destroy them, they have no honor and so will not prevail." Worf snarled and clenched his fists. "I turn the floor over to Commander Garfighter for h is briefing on these 'stormtroopers,' Commander?"
"Thank you Lt. Commander Worf. Let me emphasize that the imperial stormtrooper is and tough and relentless enemy. I had thought our cause hopeless, but now, with your help we may be able to hold on long enough to succeed. The stormtroopers wear completely environmental battle armor with significant ablative properties, internal communication, and targeting, thermal sights and so on. Their main weapon is the EP-11 assault blaster which is capable of rapid semiautomatic fire of which each bolt will easily kill the average human if hit in the torso or head. Expect them to attack in groups, unconcerned about casualties and to be ruthless on the attack. I agree with Mr. Worf, that we must hold them here to avoid them bringing in any heavy equipment, such as any E-Web blasters, or droids."
"We will set for heavy stun to counter the armor, and use cover and concealment to neutralize their rate of fire advantage. As for their heavy weapon and possibly grenades, we must hold here to prevent them setting one up and be sure to spread out and not present a cluster of targets."
Several of the consular guards glanced at one another nervously, but remained silent.
The Klingon, with his bony crested forehead and goatee drew out a razor sharp two handed blade weapon and spun it around a few times in a warm up exercise.
"Are there any questions?" his bass voice rumbled.
"How do you know exactly where the breeches will be?"
"Our tricorders are sensitive enough to detect the stormtroopers' life signs clustered above the outer hull here, here, here and here," Ensign Gupta showed the readout on his handheld device to a cluster of admiring guardsmen.
"Thank you ensign, but that is enough. If any of you would like to peruse the tricorder, it will be available after the battle, anyone else?"
"Ah, yes," one of the guardsmen spoke up, "I suggest that we split up and send some troops down these other hallways and maybe a couple in these rooms in order to catch the stormtroopers in a crossfire. Also, since our blaster carbines have a higher rate of fire, but shorter range, I suggest that we form the initial vanguard to meet the stormtroopers," he paused, "they'll be expecting us anyway."
More than a few guardsmen nodded solemnly.
"And excellent suggestion commander, I will position one of my squads with your guards, with one in reserve and two others will take up flanking positions," Worf suggested.
"We are at your command Mr. Worf; this is, after all, your vessel."
Worf smiled, "Good, thank you commander. Ensigns Gupta and Chang send your men down there and there, the rest of you follow me."
RT-312 ducked under a fusillade of blaster fire and rolled into a combat crouch in a convenient doorway. He scanned the hallway again and fired at waist level to suppress the defenders, not aiming at anyone specific. A blast hit the wall next to his head showering fragments against his helmet.
'Whoa that was close!' he thought, then glanced at the door, 'damn door, wish it would open so I could get some better cover!'
The door opened with an electronic hum and a whoosh of air, leaving him exposed.
"Hey, wait a minute--"
Rt-312 spun and shredded the interior of the room with his blaster. He loosed a half dozen blasts then peered inside to assess the damage.
Ensign Gupta leaned around the corner and poured phaser energy into the hapless stormtrooper.
RT-312's last coherent thought was to wonder if he was dead or not before he crumpled to the floor amid the shouts and crisscrossing blasts from the boarding action.
"Got him!" Gupta shouted in excitement then leaned around the open door to snap off an aimed shot at another of his white clad foes.
Though he turned sideways to present the smallest possible target possible to the stormtroopers, one of them swept the doorway with a hail of blaster bolts punching a dinner plate sized hole in Gupta's side. He toppled with a shocked expression and lay over the trooper in the doorway, staring at nothing.
Three stormtroopers charged at the rest of Guptas' squad, crouched in the dim crew quarters behind overturned furniture.
"Bastards!" Crewman Blake screamed and fired at a stormtrooper who ducked the shot and fired back, searing off his leg.
Crewman Hayes dialed her phaser up to maximum and fired twice. Two stormtroopers jerked like marionettes with their strings cut then vanished in a red haze of disintegrating flesh and crumbling bones.
"Eat this, Nerf Fuckers!" The last Stormtrooper tossed a silver sphere into the room and ducked back out just as the explosion tore the Rebels to shreds. "Yeah baby!"
More and more shock troops poured out of the breech, forcing the rebels and federation security guards back. Men fell more and more quickly, clutching shattered limbs, ruined faces, and fatal blaster wounds.
"We have to fall back!" Commander Blin shouted, he grabbed Worf by the arm; "there're too many of them!"
The Klingon growled angrily and fired another blast from his phaser pistol more out of defiance than at any specific target, "Go! I will cover you."
Worf hefted his bat'leth and charged. A pair of shocked stormtroopers froze and with a mighty leap he was over the crouching troopers and among another squad moving up in support.
With a howl, he brought the razor sharp two-handed weapon arcing down into the neck of the first hapless trooper within reach. This one, like all the others, went down silently spurting blood from severed arteries and rent flesh.
"Look out!" the troopers' warning shout echoed electronically and amplified above the chaos.
Worf body blocked his anonymous foe and bowled him over backwards into his fellows. The massive Klingon swung the bat'leth in a wide arc and swiveled his hips; the blade struck another of his armored enemies in the head, shattering his helmet and biting into the soft flesh beneath. His crazed attack drove the normally stoic stormtroopers back in confusion. A lucky shot from a retreating stormtrooper hit Worf in the hip, spun him around and threw him to the floor.
The fire from the consular guards and their erstwhile federation allies picked up after the 'one man' assault.
The stormtroopers stubbornly closed ranks and held their ground. Casualties on both sides began to literally pile up in the halls and rooms of the federation flagship.
Worf fought his way back to one knee, with a bucking imperial blaster rifle in one hand and his bat'leth in the other. His bony crested, sharp toothed, wild haired visage reflected his inner ferocity and Klingon bloodlust. He rose up like a holy terror and savaged the stormtroopers holding at the end of the hall near the initial breech.
The shooting rapidly dwindled and died out, leaving Worf panting, drenched in perspiration, and bloodied, standing alone in the hall. The stormtroopers backed off, and the remaining guardsmen and security officers broke and ran.
The reason for the immediate cessation of hostilities stood before him in inky black cybernetic armor with a matching swept back helm and billowing midnight cape. The massive figure strode forward a pall of evil and cruelty swirled around him. He pulled a small cylindrical device from his belt and pressed a small stud on the handle. Instantly, a meter long, blood red energy blade extended from the handle with aloud electrical snap and a low menacing hum of power.
"Today is a good day to die," Worf murmured softly.