USS PATRIOT: LIOUN V ("Deep Trouble")

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
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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


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