The Final Resistance - The Calvary Arrives!

Posted on Wednesday 22 August 2018 @ 13:02 by Captain John "Apollo" Barstow, M.D. & Commander Save'ena (Sav) Tillatix & Major David Scarlet & Lieutenant Marbim Rejal & Lieutenant Michael Ki MD & Lieutenant JG Saren Barel & 1st Lieutenant John Kayhill & Ensign Riv O'Malley & 1st Lieutenant Cara O'Reilly MD & Lieutenant Colonel Kachiko Bayushi

Mission: The New Collective
Location: Vega Xu, Tilliax Settlement
Timeline: MD2 - After "The Few, The Brave"
Tags: US
5454 words - 10.9 OF Standard Post Measure

Vega Xu Colony

John looked about and took a deep breath as he assessed the situation. In the past two hours, this had been the third incursion made by the Borg into the caves that they had overcome. The first incursion they had been able to funnel the borg into a trap, sending six into a chasm using a series of mis-directions and booby-traps. The next wave they heard before they got to the cave, so they moved squads ahead and engaged them, keeping the civilians out of the fire fight. Six more borg were killed, but they had lost one Marine and one was seriously hurt. This past incursion, they weren’t so lucky and the borg made it into the main cave. Eight more Borg were eliminated. They lost another Marine and more were wounded. Even worse, two civilians were killed.

There had been one positive moment though. Between the first and the second attack, a scout that John had sent to look at other tunnels had come back, having found another tunnel that seemed to lead to the surface. It was confirmed about twenty minutes ago before the fighting had started.

A Private Jacobs sat down next to him, “Gosh El-tee this has been the first time I’ve been in real fighting. I never expected it to be so rough.”

“Not so easy with a ruck on is it?” John asked.

“It ain’t that sir”, the kid said. “It’s watching people get killed. The only thing I have ever seen get killed is a bug or stuff in the history videos we watch in training from the Dominion war.”

John looked at the Private. He couldn’t have been six months out of training. John smiled, gave him a firm grip on the shoulder and stood up. Looking at this chronometer, John waved Max over.

“Private Jacobs and I were just talking, and we think it is about to leave Gunny, isn’t that right Jacobs?”, John said with a bit of a smile.

“Huh”, Jacobs said. “How can we go anywhere? You told them to stay away and we haven’t been able to communicate with anyone.”

“Well you see Private, we jerk-head Lieutenants have to read a whole bunch of reports everyday”, John started.

“Guess you heard that one?”, Jacobs said. “Sorry.”

“You should be”, John snapped. “I think I deserve a better insult than jerk-head. Next time you insult me, be original. But let’s get back to the issue at hand. One of these many reports is the troop and fleet activity report. It tells jerk-heads like me, the general area our ships and troops are going to be in, just in-case we find ourselves in the situation we do here today.”

“But, you told them to stay away”, the Private stated.

“Well, civilians are going to run away when you tell them Borg are in the area”, John said. “but, not Starfleet. We’ll have at least a Captain or two that won’t leave anyone stranded.”

The light dawned on the Private who started to smile, seeing some hope in the situation.

“Who’s in the area?”, Max asked.

“Well, we’ve got the Toronto, her Captain is a Vulcan, so I doubt she’ll come without explicit orders from Starfleet”, John answered. “There is the Tempest, she’s a bit far away to do any good. Then there is the Agamemnon, she’s close and has a good Captain. I’ve got a buddy on board, but she’s a little small for the job. Last there is the Merlin. She was slated to leave repair dock today. She’s lean, mean, and has a bunch of former green onboard. Her Captain used to be a Marine. The XO as well. She’d chew that little cube hovering over-head outside into bite-size pieces and spit it out. So, I think it will most likely be the Tempest or the Merlin.”

Riv, a few paces away running a structural integrity scan of the cavern and surrounding area, was relieved to hear that it could be the Merlin coming. He was supposed to meet up with her, but got side tracked here. "A great way to make a first impression" he sighed quietly to himself. He thought he had left all this behind in the Dominion war, apparently he was wrong.

Both Max and Jacobs nodded.

“That won’t matter if we don’t get our butts in gear”, John said. “Ok, Max, take squads three and four and start getting people out. The rest of us are going to hold here and watch your six while you do.”

“Sir, you should be leading them out”, Max started to protest.

“Gunny, this isn’t a debate, it is one of those order things I get to give every once and a while.”, John said. “The really wounded can’t move far and I’m not going to leave them here by themselves. The rest of squads one and two are banged up as well but can shoot, so we’ll hold any Borg off here. You just get everyone else out and we’ll have a beer after our ride is here and picks us up. Make it happen Max, make it happen.”

“Aye sir”, Max said with a frown. He mumbled, “Lieutenant jerk-head” as he walked away.

“I heard that Gunny”, John said with a snicker as he went to gather his squads and set a strategy up.

Riv popped up and approached John, "Where would you like me sir? I have a few more explosives for a booby trap or two, I can them down as we head out"

"We don't need booby traps anymore Ensign", John said. "My team is the booby trap. What I need you to do is go with the group in the lead and make sure that if you run into any integrity issues with the cave that you can either avoid the areas or help put down a way to go through the area without causing a cave in. It won't do any good to get all these people going and then have then have ton of rock come down on them or find a weak spot over another cavern."

"Aye, sir" Riv responded, heading to the mouth of the exit tunnel, tricorder in hand scanning for structural instabilities. He watched the first marines go through, and follow them up closely behind.


=/\= USS Merlin Bridge =/\=

Barstow paced the huge area between the stand alone viewscreen and the command chairs as the stars streaked passed. He could feel the vibration in the deck plating as the engines and ship were pushed to their limits in an attempt to save whatever survivors were still on the colony world, "helm, ETA?" the CO asked for the 3rd time in the last 5 minutes and turned to face the screen.

Sav called back from the Helm, "Forty-two Minutes and fifteen seconds, Mark. Merlin is doing the best she can, Sir."

While Miles is helping to recalibrate the phasers and rifles he is handing out he suddenly stops and stares off into space for a moment, when the crewman in front of him snaps his fingers, Miles snaps our of his thinking, pressing his combadge as he hands over another phaser he says, "Captain, Miles here sir, I just thought of something. The Borg aren't known for protecting themselves from physical or force attacks, generally only energy attacks, maybe we should disable to security codes on the replicators and start handing out hand weapons to those who know how to use them. It might give us some advantage over the creepy bastards sir..." (his British accent comes back at the end.

Main Engineering was a buzz with activity as O'Hara was shouting orders across the Engine room. "Mulaney, Bayel, Keep on it! I'll be on th' bridge. We'll na have those Borg bastards grabbin' us by th' short an' curlies!"

Saren looked up from his screen and called out, "Captain. I've reviewed the Vega Xu communication and the colony records and I have to say, this attack seems illogical given all records of Borg interactions and battles. The colony had just barely reached a self-sustaining population and had no resources to trade with other worlds en masse until a large dilithium deposit was found near the Tilliax settlement four months ago. I would consider that this event may be a trap of some sorts, for what purpose I can not hazard a guess. The Borg to date have been pretty straight forward when they wanted something."

Apollo just nodded but didn't say anything as he tried to keep the concern off his face. 9th Fleet had crippled the Borg back in the early 2390's with a Task Force made up of the strongest ships the Fleet had to offer. Since then the Borg had been silent. Intelligence had reported they'd become fragmented and estimated that with the lack of a working central collective they'd never be a threat again, "were they wrong," Apollo sighed.

Stephanie strode on the bridge. "Computer, transfer Engineerin' t' Bridge station." When she saw the panel light up she then turned to Apollo. "Chief Engineer reportin'," She said.

The CO nodded, "welcome, Lieutenant, report," he replied and turned to face the engineering chief.

Stephane started in with her usual bravado. "So th' good news is that I'm amazin' and my staff an' I have come up with a method o' continuously shiftin' shield geometry, frequency, polarity, an' intensity. In theory it'ill confound a Borg tractor beam indefinitely. Th' bad news that if we dump every Joule of power on the ship, includin' lights and life support, we'll only be able t' power it for about three and a half minutes, an' it'll reduce shield effectiveness by fifteen t' twenty percent." She winced. That hadn't sounded nearly so harsh in her head.


=/\=Sickbay=/\=

Michael solemly got Sick Bay ready for the invetiable, the injured that would come flooding in at any moment. This was the part of the job that he hated, treating the injured due to battle. Michael Ki had signed up in the hopes that he would explore unknown ailments and perhaps cure them. He knew that this would be part of the job, however, that did not mean he had to like it.

Once Sick Bay was ready he gathered everyone in the main triage area. “Okay I am sure we will be busy at any moment. I am trusting each and every one of you to know your jobs and your treatment protocols. If needed consult Dr O’Reilly or myself. The only orders that I am issuing are as follows. It seems that the Borg may be involved here. If we are boarded and assimilation begins, your first priority is to the patients. Upon an order given by Dr O’Reilly or myself Sick Bay will be evacuated. If that should happen I shall be the last one out and the EMH activated. Any questions?” He stood as still as a statue, the injured and the Borg could this day get any worse.

The blare of the klaxon brought Cara to a sitting position in her bed as she struggled to figure out what was going on through the fog of sleep. As soon as her mind cleared she became aware of the pulsating red light bars built into the ceiling. She threw the covers back and jumped out of bed. Within minutes she was dressed and slipping on her boots as she hopped to the door of her quarters. The corridor was a bustle of activity as crew made their way to their duty stations. "Make a hole," she called out as she sprinted for the nearest turbolift. A few minutes later she burst through the doors to the Main Suite of Sickbay.

"Barns...fire up the medical transporter just in case," Cara began calling out orders. She looked around and saw a couple of medics who had signed up as First Responders milling around the Nurses' Station. "If you're a First Responder you shouldn't be here. Get to your stations. I want radiograph tablets in every cubicle. The Docs don't need to go looking for one." She moved over to Michael and said, "did I hear you say Borg?"

"Yes it seems the boys and girls upstairs on the bridge have decided that a cube in an asteroid belt needed investigating. So here we are on the edge. Cara calm down this Sick Bay and it's staff are as ready as they ever will be. No amount of yelling or shuffling of equipment will change that." Michael took a deep breath after he spoke serenely.

"And fluid infusers," Cara added to her previous orders. "Get those hover gurneys out of the back hall. We may need them if our biobeds get full." She looked back at the charge nurse. "Get pain meds ready and lots of derma-gel." She stopped and took a breath as everyone began carrying out her orders. Beeps from biobeds being turned on echoed from the cubicles. The soft whine of the Medical Transporter told her it was now operational. She grabbed a labcoat off of the coat rack at the Nurses' Station and slipped it on, pinning her combadge to it. She filled the pockets with gloves...just in case....and stuck her medical comlink in her ear then she walked around the Nurses' Station counter, crossed her arms across her chest and leaned her back against the counter.

"Cara this is the calm before the storm. As I said before let us all sit and relax and have some tea. The patients will come when they come and we will be here waiting. We might as well be comfortable and sane. Not running around like chickens who got their heads cut off." Michael smiled again and motioned toward his office which had a traditional Japanese tea set out on the desk.

"I wasn't yelling," Cara said in her defence as she followed Michael into his office. "I was just doing my job. We're at red alert and some things needed to be done that weren't getting done. When the Borg are involved the whole landscape changes very quickly and treating partially assimilated people requires certain things not supplied in your typical trauma tray. I just want to make sure we don't have to waste time looking for things when we have someone with caustic Borg juice running through their implants." She looked through the transparent walls of the CMO's office. "No one seems to be running around like chickens with their heads cut off." She shook her head at the tea. "I'm sorry if my take charge way of doing things grates against your laid back approach but it is who I am." She shrugged and sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk. She felt like she was being benched when she would rather be out on the floor helping get ready.


“Cara what I mean to say is that no matter how much we prepare, we are never truly ready. In fact your take charge attitude is the reason that I took this post. I took it because I was told you would be my assistant. There are times that even I need a swift kick in the pants. However, in this moment I merely meant that you should conserve your energy, it will be needed in the trials to come. I apologize if I offended, and in truth I would not want to be facing this with anyone else as my number two. Now come we should have some tea and prepare mentally for what is to be done.” Dr Michael Ki spoke in calming tones which was his want, he wanted his Sick Bay to be a place of healing and of calming. However, he knew and understood all too well where Cara was coming from. He needed her brush off on him as much as she needed him to brush off on her.

=/\=Bridge=/\=

"Outstanding, O'Hara....keep that at the ready, we'll keep it as an ace up our sleeve," Barstow said then went back to pacing. 42 minutes seemed to pass like hours and John started getting a refresher course in waiting for combat after not being in combat for so long. He looked around at the Bridge crew, knowing a good portion of them hadn't signed up to be combat officers, but explorers. A line from a holo he'd once seen ran through his mind Starfleet is not a military organization, we are explorers, our weapons are for defensive purposes, nothing more..... Since becoming CO and transferring to fleet he'd done his best to keep that in mind. The unfortunate thing about exploration is there was always the chance for conflict, and when the Borg were involved that chance was a certainty every time.

The stars turning back to pinpoints drew him from his thoughts, "alright people, I know this isn't what you signed on for, but, we were trained for this. We don't just have fellow officers down there, but, civilians, families. We aren't doing this just to pick a fight with the school yard bully we are doing this to protect them, women, children, everyone," Apollo said, looking at each officer in the eye as he spoke, "let's get them out safe and get the hell outta here. Ex, all Marines to transporter rooms and tell Medical casualties on the way. I want every person contained and checked out, no no Borg transformations on ship, tactical, arm all weapons. Ops, put fighters on launch alert but do not launch until I give the order. Helm...take us in, let's do this," he said and sat in his chair, bringing up a tactical display on his armrest LCARs.

Saren looked at the sensor readings and said, "I am picking up numerous humanoid life forms, approximately one hundred and seventy five, in the north-west hemisphere. I am also picking up what seems to be a vessel of some sorts in the atmosphere, approximately 500 meters from the surface. There is some communication activity from the vessel streaming that is a standard Borg channel, but not with a signature of a standard link to the collective. Perhaps a ship to ship connection of some sort."

"Copy that...as soon as Tillatix has us in range get our Marines down there," John ordered, "Scarlet, make sure security teams are deployed through the ship...the Borg will go for the A/I first then hit the most densely populated areas-sickbay, the school, Bridge, engineering and and the areas we will be putting survivors," he said, hoping they held true to normal attack patterns.

"Yes, Sir." Scarlet replied quickly. He hadn't really had time to get the new batch of security trained up how he wanted, but they were Starfleet so they were good enough. He tapped in a few commands on his console and redirected some of the security deployments as Barstow had ordered. The Borg were a tough opponent, but they'd been beaten before.

Sav had been thinking about the vectors to the ship and the non-standard communications with the borg ship instead of the collective. She now called out, "Sir, conjecture, this is a rogue Borg Ship, cutoff from the collective, and why it hasn't fallen to the virus. Thus, it is its own entity and responding to threats as it heads towards a goal instead of the goal being its where-with-all. That would explain its attack patters. Request permission to enter the system in warp and come out inner planet, hidden by by the Vega Xu Colony world, and then come around the horizon to 'surprise' the Borg as well as get Marines launched before going to full shields, Sir, if you and the XO agree on this strategy."

The CO nodded, "do it," he said simply, knowing a head on course would actually slow them down.

Sav called out, saying, "Yes Sir, on it." So far, only Melody knew the full extent of her cyberapathy abilities, and Kachiko and David had an inkling. Nobody else on board knew about her special gift. After all, her looks and being a 'male centric inherit' race had gotten her to Thompsons Island. What would her gift bring? She knew she had to start trusting others soon, but who? After this... after this... she would have to trust. Meanwhile, time to show why she should be CFCO. "I am initiating Gravity shift jump now... it till get us there within three minutes... please trust me sir, Kachiko knows what I can do.... We will rescue those in need... we must... just like me."

Kachiko sighed, "I trust her, Captain." With that, the small woman stood, "I'm going to head dirtside with the grunts. Someone has to hold onto the leash."

"No, you're not, your place is up here right now, Commander," Barstow replied, emphasizing her rank intentionally, "and this is not a discussion. The Marines can function without you, ex oh."

"Well I'm sure as hell not letting you go down there," Kachiko remarked. "I can wait until the Marines give me the all-clear."

Barstow glared, "I hadn't planned on it and all clear or not this ship is going to have a fight..." John said, trying to end the debate taking place in the middle of the Bridge seconds before entering combat. He put his palm between her shoulder blades and gently guided her to the area behind the viewscreen, "right now you are undercutting me by telling me what you're going to do. I don't have time to debate this, however, you need to decide if you can be a team member and not a lone wolf. I'm letting you go because I wont have this debate publicly or in this situation, however, we will be talking about etiquette and taking orders when you get back, get the hell off my Bridge and go do what you're going to, Commander," Barstow said inn a low voice and walked back out to the command chair.

With that, the Lieutenant Colonel turned Commander turned and stepped onto the Lift.

Meanwhile, the Merlin neared the system but stayed in Warp. With the gravity well of the systems star tugging on the Merlin, the ship 'sped' up towards certain destruction. However, the ship dropped from warp in its shift towards the star right beside an inner planet. The Merlin now rode the gravity of that planet to change direction and then she was heading towards Vega Xu.

Sav called out, "78 seconds to Vega Xu, Sir. We are hidden and coming in on the Borg's blind side."

"Transport now," Barstow ordered, "as soon as the Marines are out raise shields and open fire, let's see if we can drive them back enough for evac. Commander Tillatix, with Commander Bayushi gone I need you to step up and do her job and help coordinate," he said, knowing Sav could handle it.

"Transport initiated," O'Hara called out from the back of the bridge. After a few moments, she said "Transport complete an' verified, reestablishin' shields." She looked over to Mr. Scarlet at Tactical. "Yer up, Slugger!" She tossed off without mirth.

Sav's ears perked up and swiveled towards Apollo at the mention of her name. Sav churred gently at getting recognized for her training and past experience at CAG for helping out in this situation. She only hoped she could live up to his expectations. She called out, "Sir, yes sir. I will coordinate from Helm, sir."

Vega Xu Colony

It had been five minutes since the last colonist and Marines had left the cave. Although pleased, John wouldn’t relax. The lead Marines were probably just now getting out of the mountain. It would probably be another thirty minutes before they were all out. He prayed that the Borg didn’t pick up the movement of life signs until help arrived. Until help did arrive though, the game was afoot.

Ten minutes later four Borg enter the caves. They tried to close the distance, but even with three-quarters of the squad wounded, the Marines still mowed the Borg down. Then John heard the one phrase he didn’t want to hear, “I’m out.”

John let out a big sigh. Unlike energy weapons, projectile weapons ran out of ammunition, even those with mini-replicators. The replicators had to charge; and they had not had a lot of time to charge since the first combat started.

“Use your phaser then, for as long as you can”, John called out.

Then another four came and caused the use of precious ammunition and the loss of a life.

“How many of them are there?” Private Jacobs said, kicking the dirt.

Then John heard another sound he didn’t want to hear; a Borg transporter. Either there were enough bodies of Borg scattered around to make it easier to transport in or the Borg had adapted to the energy signature that the raw dilithium gave off. Regardless a Borg drone materialized.

“We tire of this hunt”, another said and then activated an energy weapon disintegrating two of the injured Marines. It then aimed at Private Jacobs who hadn’t fully focused on the target.

“How do you think we feel”, John barked and pushed Jacobs out of the way, while firing his weapon.

John’s shots were true. They were also a little late. In a very brief span of time, Jacobs hit the ground and the Borg was shot. Unfortunately, it had fired its weapon a scant millisecond before John had fired his.

Where Jacobs had once stood, John’s pistol, left hand, and the Borg’s particle beam all came together for a fight. The particle beam won.

As the Borg body hit the ground, John stared blankly at the space where his hand used to be. He hadn’t felt a thing. There was no blood. The wound was sealed. It didn’t seem like anything at all had transpired in that second.

Jacobs got up and before looking at John, said,” That was close sir.”

He then saw John looking at his arm.

“Oh, crap El-tee, your hand!” Jacobs exclaimed.

Still in shock, John looked at Jacobs and then back at where his hand used to be, and as the Private moved him to a place to sit down, he said with a snicker, “Guess, it’s a good thing the Corps gives out two of everything, huh?”

He started to laugh.

Just then more footsteps could be heard, but these were different. They were slower, quieter and every effort was being made to stay quiet. A second later a voice called out, "friendlies from Merlin," then a Staff Sergeant with his hands extended stepped into the light, "don't you jar heads know when you say stay away we're like little kids, we need to come take a look," he said with a smirk, "who's OIC?"

A second later, a woman's voice barked out, "Where in the bleeding shit is Kayhill!?"

John slowly got to his feet and barked, "I'm Lieutenant Kayhill, OIC, who the hell are you?"

An incredibly small woman wearing a skin tight body suit under her combat webbing and carrying a sniper variant TR rifle stepped out into view, "Lieutenant, I'm Commander Bayushi from the Merlin. I need a situation report."

"The situation is that I need transport enhancers right here to get my dead and wounded transported out", John said, not really caring at the moment that he had snapped at a higher ranking officer. "Then about one, maybe one and a half clicks north-east of the main entrance to this mountain, soon there will be about one-hundred eighty to one-hundred and ninety civilians and marines making their way out of a cave. They are going to need heat, food, and medical attention."

He paused briefly and continued, "Your medical staff will need to check for respiratory issues as we have all been exposed to dilithium dust. Then you are going to need to tell your CO that all three settlements of the colony have been razed to the ground. I assume most are dead at the other two settlements. We lost approximately 1300 here. There are Borg in the area who are out for blood. They are looking for revenge against the Federation for so-called crimes. They are highly adapted to projectile weapons. Head shots are about the only thing to get through. They are definitely not your typical Borg. And last, if you have a spare hand lying around, I need a new one. So that is the situation Commander."

The woman nodded,"Very well." Turning, she gestured behind her and six Marines and four Corpsmen came rushing in. The Marines took up defensive positions about the chamber and the Corpsmen moved to the injured, a slight African woman approaching Kayhill, "May I look at that, Lieutenant?"

"Nothing there doc", John replied to the Corpsmen. "Cauterized at the stump. I'll get the chance to try and answer the age old question of what is the sound of one hand clapping. Please look after my troops first. I can hold out until then."

He smiled at the woman and gave her a nod.

At the exit to the cave system, the first squad of marines and Riv were exiting. The surroundings were bright, although the sun could hardly be seen through the haze of smoke and dust in the aftermath of the attacks. Riv had ensured that the tunnels out of the mountain would remain sturdy given the traffic through them, even reinforcing a few places here and there by welding quick braces of rock together with his phaser.

While the marines and Riv were ushering people down the mountainside, 2 drones materialized, one on either side of the column of evacuating colonists. The marines were quick to act, shooting one down immediately. The second drone, however, closed in on the column. Riv jumped at it, pulling his Ushaan-Tor from his belt and attempting to bury it in the drones head. Riv apparently hadn't been quiet enough and the drone spun around and swung its large technology covered arm at him, connecting with his torso and sending him backward a few feet.

During this melee, the Marines refocused and shot the drone in its head, killing it.

Riv picked himself up. "Thanks gents, I appreciate the save there."

The marines nodded at him stoically, and went back to work.

Riv, however, walked over to the freshly fallen drone, and started to scan it with his engineering tricorder. He noticed these drones did transport out when they died, like others he had studied. After a few seconds scanning the drone, the beeping on his tricorder stopped. Riv stood up, eyes wide with what he found.

He tapped his com-badge. "Riv to Lieutenant Kayhill, I think I found something about why these Borg are different from the ones Starfleet has faced in the past. We need to get these findings to Starfleet ASAP."

All Riv got back from the attempted communication was a couple of static bursts, the word 'the' and then more static. The raw dilithium in the caves were causing havoc with the communicators without any sort of communication backbone nearby.


Borg Vessel

One of ten had re-established a communications to the main Borg cube. He was speaking with the cube leader.

"There is new prey that is in the hunt that is capable of destroying this vessel and perhaps our cube", one of ten said. "I am transmitting data now."

"Acknowledged one of ten", the leader replied. "This does not change the fact that you will not receive re-reinforcements."

"Understood", one of ten replied. "It was a risk I was willing to take. we will give as much punishment as we can before destruction."

There was no more to be said so the communication channel was terminated.

( TBC... )


Commander John "Apollo" Barstow
Commanding Officer
USS Merlin
Task Group 47-A Commanding Officer
Task Force 47

Lt. Commander Save'ena Amilia Tillatix
Chief Flight Control Officer
Bridge Command Specialist
USS Merlin

Lt. JG David Scarlet
Chief Security Tactical Officer
USS Merlin

LTjg Stephanie O'Hara
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Merlin

LTjg Saren Barel
Chief Science Officer
USS Merlin

LTjg Marbim "Miles" Rejal
Chief Operations Officer
USS Merlin

1st Lieutenant John Kayhill
Marine Company Commander
USS Merlin

Dr. Cara O'Reilly
ACMO
USS Merlin

Commander Bayushi Kachiko
First Officer, USS Merlin

Dr Michael Ki
CMO
USS Merlin