From: nai_lara_at_internode.on.net
Date: Sun Feb 10 2008 - 16:46:50 PST
"Deep Trouble" Con't from Taylors "108" Location: LIOUN V Scene: Plains =/\= They had had enough time after the Dominion’s appearance and the first attack to assemble themselves into a defensive ring, using trees or rocks as cover. But moment by moment, their stance was being eroded away by the advancing Jem’Hadar. The tide of the Dominion was battering at them, forcing them to retreat into a smaller and smaller area. They were surrounded, out numbered and out gunned. The marines stood on the outer edge of the ring, shooting at the Jem’Hadar, but for every soldier they took down, there were several more in his place. Maverick’s team did not have the luxury of back up. Clarkson grabbed Tam and forced her head down under a barrage of fire. “Stay low!” He ordered the Counsellor before his attention was diverted by a marine falling back, screaming in agony. Daniel hated Jem’Hadar weaponry. It was bad enough to get yourself shot. But most weapons cauterized the wound that they caused, so it wasn’t really common for people to hemorrhage to death. Jem’Hadar weapons were based on poleron technology – energy without heat. So any wound bled freely. But it wasn’t enough for the Dominion. They had created weapons that stopped the normal coagulation process. Most people shot by the Jem’Hadar never survived. Daniel roughly grabbed the wounded marine by the back of the collar and yanked him back into the safety of the circle. He swore softly as he quickly inspected the injury. Most of the kid’s arm had been blown off and was drenching the ground with blood. “Tam!” He bellowed over the cacophony of the fight. “Need a hand here!” The woman knelt down and tried to focus on Clarkson and his directions. Trying to use her hands to stem the pulsating stream of bright red blood. Trying very hard not to pass out when the marine moved and blood splashed over her. She helped him with the tourniquet. Field medicine was brutal and painful. More alike to medieval medicine then the stuff they usually practiced in the modern and high tech medical bays on the Patriot. She moved in the role of nurse as Daniel worked hard to save the marine’s life, handing him compresses or a hypo. Maverick, as the commanding officer, faced a difficult decision. He was seeing one after another of his people fall. They were being slaughtered by the ruthlessness of the Jem’Hadar. There were only two courses of action. Hold their ground to the last man, or to lower weapons and hope that the Dominion wouldn’t shoot them anyway. In the end, it was pretty easy. “Cease fire! Cease fire and lower your weapons.” Maverick roared, his voice loud enough to drown out the noise of the battle. “First, we surrender.” It was a gamble. But ultimately, it paid off. Because silence fell over the battle field, and both grounds stared at the other an uneasy pause. “Then drop your weapons to the ground.” A Jem’Hadar soldier, the First, stepped forward, his rifle aimed directly at Maverick’s head. “All of you, and step back.” Bret was the first to do as he was instructed the rest of the team followed suit. Maverick’s heart was beating in his chest strong enough to almost break through the rib cage. He watched as a group of the Jem’Hadar moved aside and a Vorta strode out past them onto the battlefield. “A wise decision. I am Halrek. And you are?” The Vorta smiled calmly as he came to a stop in front of the more physically imposing man. “Colonel Bret Maverick.” He replied simply. The Vorta looked at the bedraggled crew of surviving marines and engineers. “Your people should thank you for saving their lives.” He casually focused his eyes back onto the Colonel. “Regrettably, your ship wasn’t so lucky.” “It’s gone?” The smile was cold and predatory. “Oh yes. Destroyed. It was quite noble and all that. But ultimately, it is gone. And you are alone.” He clasped his hands together in front of his body and the smile warmed into one of pleasure. “Let it not be said that the Founders are not merciful.” No one replied. “We are curious as to why you are here however.” The Vorta nodded and gestured for the Jem’Hadar to move forward. “But we will find that out in time.” He said simply and retreated from Maverick. They would not be signing songs about the battle of Lioun V. ~~~~~~~ NRPG: Taylor opened the door, I just went through it! :) Naomi Lara Lt. J.G. Catherine Sterling-Jade ILO USS PATRIOT and Commodore Teneill Danara-Bennow Deputy Chief of Starfleet Intelligence From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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