NPC Crewman Helga Tragnar
[Paradise, Arizona Territory - Distraction Team]
The gallop and jump aboard had jarred her ribs something fierce so while the others boarded after her, she took a moment to quell the pain. The was no pain - only Glory. That's what her mother would have said. Once all were aboard who could make it aboard, they were given their direction by T'Lara. Helga was assigned point, and Crewman Jensen rear guard, while the Commander and Ensign Stoerm were kept protected in the center. They were reminded that they were to maintain their disguise as bandits, or rather train robbers now.
Helga proceeded forward with the Colt revolver held out ahead of her. It felt awkward in her grip unlike a Type 2 phaser would. She moved to the door at the front of the caboose and proceeded through into the tail end passenger car.
Her unexpected arrival and that of the team behind her caused a bit of a stir. She pointed the revolver to the ceiling and fired off a shot before leveling it back towards the crowd. "Settle down! Stay in your seats with your hands empty in the air!" she ordered. While the frightened passengers complied, Helga looked over the faces. None of their people were in this car nor were any Thunga from the looks of it.
"They aren't in this car." Helga stated then barked out another command to the passengers. "Heads down! I'll shoot out any eyes I see." she threatened gruffly then nodded to Crewman Jensen to take over this lot. The Klingon crewman then strode forward moving towards the front of the passenger car - ready to move on to the next.
While the team proceeded forward, Crewman Jensen, after assuring that everyone had their heads down, pulled out her phaser and stunned all the passengers on wide beam. That would keep them from following after them.
The doors between the two train cars had small window panes and through them, as she approached, Helga caught a brief glimpse of Captain Tekin standing at the ready with a revolver himself. This just got interesting. She quickly motioned the two ranking officers back out of the Bajoran's line of sight as she pressed herself against side wall to avoid being a target herself.
"Seems a certain someone is ready for us."
Helga knew that she didn't have a whole lot of choice on what to do. "I'll rush him, try to throw off his fire while you two," pointing to Stoerm and Jensen "come in quick behind to deal him with the others. I can't see Lt Said sitting idle while the Captain puts himself at risk. I'll assist with her once I have the Captain secure."
Perhaps it was a mistaken assessment, but Helga deemed her own Department Head as the more serious threat rather than the Captain who if rumor had it correct had risen from the Science Department.
She looked briefly to the Commander to be sure the officer was good with this plan then nodded. She felt the stir of adrenaline pulse through her veins in readiness. Then without another word Helga pushed away from the wall and rushed towards the door, throwing it open. The Klingon hybrid held her ancient firearm out in front of her as a deterrent, though she kept her finger well away from the trigger. There was no way she was going to shoot her Captain!
Luby looked worriedly at Nevill and shrank into her chair. Something in the back of her brain told her that she knew how to fight but she was better at patching people up after the fighting.
"Be careful, Nevill!" she whispered.
"Najwa don't do anything silly, let the men handle it, maybe...maybe they'll not want to hurt us women! Oh...maybe it's Indians?!" the young schoolteacher said hopefully yet fearfully when she mentioned the indians.
"Between a gun and a bible, I hope you mean with the ladies rather than behind them. I know you love your son, sir, but he's a man and he needs to be treated as such, we don't have weapons, so we can't do much to save Alex... what would you have us do? Pray and faint prettily and hope they take pity on us and don't even get to Alex?! You and Nevill are the ones with guns, if you can't save your own son,..." Luby asked crossly. "Let him stand and fight like the rest of us... I'll ... I'll scream at them, poke them in the eyes and kick their shins. Maybe...." she drew breath sharply looking around for things. "...maybe throw my books at them!" she said picking the largest from the seat beside her.
[Gaming Car - Train - en route east of Paradise]
The gambler smirked at the writer, and shook his head. "You've been around Najwa too much... just call me the Nose if Nevill...ir... is too much..." he said, suddenly trying to remember what his first name sounded like. Maybe he had been going by the Nose too long.
Watching the robbers coming towards them, it seemed one of them saw him, as they all suddenly went to cover. "They think they are being clever...." he muttered, taking a step back. They were going to try to push their way into the VIP section of the train anyways, and the ridged cark shark motioned for everyone to back up and get to cover.
He didn't have to wait long, as the brimmed-hat woman pushed through the door to the car, and the one thing he didn't count on occured... the bright light from the sun coming into the otherwise darkened room. He had to squint, as as a result couldn't aim, firing into Helga's direction. The one sided shootout started, but Helga surprisingly had the advantage; her eyes were adjusted to the light currently. And once Nevill got his 6 shots fired... he would be out of ammo.
[Najwa/Nira (?) Said | Gaming Car | Bennyrock Train | En Route to Washington | Arizona Territory | 1899]
Najwa had to whirl around at Lu to glare at her and she snarled, "Then you don't know me at all, Lulubelle! I'm not just a mere desert flower! I can be thorny when I want to! I may be beautiful, but I can be dangerous if things get serious enough!"
Though at the proposition of using her books as weapons, Najwa smirked and retorted, "Better to use them as clubs!"
Then the door opened to let the intruder in and a bright light...the light of the sun...glared in. Najwa had to squint. She could barely see, being somewhat blinded by the sun, what with the darkened room. She could make out the outline of a woman in a wide-brimmed hat and the moment she realized it was a woman, she was outraged.
WHAT IN ALLAH'S NAME IS A WOMAN DOING WITH THESE PIGS?!? Nira lashed out mentally, outraged that a woman would be a part of these outlaws.
She stuck close to the Nose, ready to bludgeon, then try to cut and stab, anybody who came in her way. But still, the glare of the sun made it difficult for her to see the opposition.
This could be a problem, she thought to herself, and she also noted the woman's figure.
This hag could be a handful, she mentally added, bitterly.
[Inhibitor Chamber - Abandoned Mine - Southeast of Paradise, Arizona Territory]
Lek nodded at the Vulcan and peeked out from behind his cover, moved next to the console, and began trying to figure out how to shut down the temporal scrambler.
"I have never seen technology like this, so I'm going to have make at least one assumption. If something operates on one frequency, then the opposite frequency should interfere with the primary operation."
It was strange to work in 3D, but he got the hang of it quickly enough despite all the noise from the shooting. Too many people were counting on him to allow something as trivial as getting killed distract him.
After one of the longest minutes of his life, Lek believed he had figured out how to input a conflicting 'frequency' for lack of a better term because this was technology that was far in advance of anything he'd ever seen before.
"Okay, here goes everything."
He whispered and initiated the counter input and dearly hoped it would shut down the scrambler
[Mine Shaft - Paradise, AZ]
Something to look forward to in the future... displays became much more user friendly and adaptable. In fact that seemed to be the name of the game with this device; completely adaptable. What wasn't too adaptable would be the T'hunga firing back at the team, and with disruptor weapons no less. But, as Torra noted, there were no civilians; no time stress on brains. And with that, the orange beams of Starfleet phasers replaced the ancient bullets of the past.
While it was difficult... very difficult, to pinpoint the frequency since it seemed to change, Lek's work was slowly but surely locking down a neutralizing pattern. There was a sequence that was forming, so it only took matching those sequences before device started to lose stability and began to pulse. Shimmering waves seemed to distort the rock cavern around them, as if it was trying to mold the cavern against the rock behind it.
Lek's work with neutralizing the frequency and causing the device to destabilize worked like a charm, and the future tech went into a shutdown sequence. The device seemed to shimmer and then reconstruct itself on a cellular level into a smaller form, leaving just a cylinder about half the size of the device, and completely smooth. Silent alerts on some of the other computers around the room showed the same thing; the temporal shield was deactivating, as well as control of the mental devices scattered around the town. And the Discovery... the Discovery was now reachable again.
[Lieutenant JG Savar | Inhibitor Chamber | Benamite Mine | Arizona Territory | Earth | 1899]
As Lek worked, Savar fired beam after beam at the T'hunga, all while a rage was boiling inside him. These pigs - he learned from Nira that one of the worst Arabic insults was to call a person a pig, considering pigs and pork were impure to Arabs - they were responsible for screwing around with her. But he was feeling a different kind of rage. He knew at once that rage, that strong rage, was from Nira...
...the distraction team's likely to be in trouble if Nira decided to attack them...So many strong emotions and murderous thoughts were pouring from Nira that was getting difficult to focus. A bolt hitting a rock some inches in front of him jolted him back and he forced himself to concentrate...
At that moment, the device worked for Lek and things adjusted. He could see things were...well, perhaps returning to normal...and he began realizing the temporal shield and the town's mental controls were down, and Discovery was reachable.
"By Surak and Allah!" said Savar with appraisal, using two crucial cultural figures to emphasize his joy. "It's worked!"
He added a mental note that he was definitely going to talk to Nira once she was brought back to her old self. First chance they got.