Sinclaire is on a holodeck on the harvenger. Doing a training excercise. 2 shadow hounds are circling him. Both have spined backs armored skin and razor sharp claws and teeth.
He hold his blade with both hands eyes closed relying on his senses to detect where each one is. One jumps at him and he quickly avoids it jumping into the air as the other charges. As he jumps he brings his blade down on the hounds neck killing it. He then steps back narrowly missing a swipe from the other one before he beheads it as well.
Sinclaire: computer end program.
Sinclaire decides to head to the bridge.
" great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame"
*OOC: Change of plans on my part. Red October was headed to the Citadel instead of the Klingon Empire. I think it'll be more interesting for him to show up at the Citadel.*
*Voporak knows that by now he's caught the attention of the temporal ships out looking for him, and that they're following.*
Voporak: Take us within transporter range and beam the civilians off the ship from under cloak. Then we will see what happens from there.
Omet'etan: The time police will know for certain that we're here.
Voporak: Oh yes, of course. But it'll be a game of hide and seek - we are still cloaked.
Omet'etan: I'll bring the weapons online as soon as the refugees are off.
*The Red October silently drops out of warp, and slithers within range of the Citadel. It beams the civilians into one of the refugee areas. As it does so, the fleet of Mobius and Wells class ships arrive in the system, sensor masked, and spread out slowly. In the crowded space, 31 mysterious chroniton signatures appear on sensors. Their positions cannot be determined... but they are there, eerily moving about...*
Originally Posted by Ramming Speed at its finest.
[Combat (Self)] Your Ramming Speed III deals 158125 (201492) Kinetic Damage(Critical) to [Player's Scimitar].