Post by Cal on Apr 11, 2002 11:12:55 GMT -5
This a very small short story set during the Dominion war. Hope you enjoy it 
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A Last Stand
Front lines
Jason Fox sat there in his dug out, watching the lines, watching for the Jem’Hadar. This was another dull and gray day outside the capital city of Betazed. The same planet that the Jemmies were trying to take over, unsuccessfully, Jason Fox, a Lieutenant, had been on the planet ten days, the same amount of time the Jemmies were trying to take over it. He, like the rest of his troop had been beamed down in preparation for a full invasion attempt by the Dominion; an hour later it had began.
Waves upon waves of Dominion troops landed, each of those waves killed a lot of starfleet officers. Fox was one of the lucky ones, he got to spend another nine days holding of the Jem’Hadar till more starfleet ships came to pull them out. Though that was looking less likely all the time. It was a shame really, because Admiral Ross had promised him a position on the Defiant but that wasn’t going to happen now, and he knew it. He like the rest of the men was going to die.
His combadge chirped, signaling the fact that it was time to go on the offensive, to attack the Jemmies. He saw from his viewpoint, more than a dozen soldiers getting out of their dugouts and running towards the unseen enemy lines. Fox reckoned there must have been at least 5,000 enemy soldiers’ position at the south entrance to the capital. Not that he could see of course, a low gray mist, smog of war, clouded his vision perhaps. Or a shield maybe to stop him from seeing the slaughter of what was to come. His Commander, an old Vulcan called Sturek tapped him on the shoulder, pulling Fox from his thoughts.
He jumped from his dug out, determined to live through this battle. He began running, overtaking Sturek, not long after he could hear the shouts and screams of the soldiers in the battle. Though Fox could tell he was close to the action because he was already stepping over the bodies of his fallen comrades, friends that were now no more. But Fox remembered his training, his old instructor telling him to focus on the now, not dwelling on lost friends, there was a time for that. After the battle.
Now Fox was entering the fray, dodging incoming enemy fire, disrupter shots from Dominion weapons. Shots that could easily tear a limb of a man, not something Fox wanted to happen to him. The disrupter shots were coming thick and fast now, he was pinned down, surrounded only one thing to do, fight back. Fox raised his phaser rifle, one of the newer models, and fired. Shot after shot of phaser fire emitted from his weapon, taking down eight or more Jemmies.
Fox had got the rhythm of the battle now, run, fire, duck and run. A simple formula he followed, and it seemed to be keeping him alive. He reached an embankment, knowing that more Jemmies lay on the otherside. Sturek came up beside him, a slight trickle of green blood running down his cheek. He motioned to charge overhead, on the count of three no less. Sturek’s fingers began the silent countdown. 3…2…1 and away.
Fox and his superior raced over the embankment, firing as they went, before them stood over 30 Jemmies, each shocked, surprised and stunned by what they saw. Two lone starfleet officers armed only with phaser rifles charging at them, their Vorta overseer had been correct, humans were not rational beings. Though the Jemmies didn’t stay stunned for long, they returned fire.
Their first volley took out Sturek, as two disrupter shots burst through his chest in a shower of sparks and fire. But Fox went into a role, missing the next volley and returning his own lethal weapons volley at the Jemmies, three went down. Though three wasn’t enough. The Jem’ Hadar First, charged forwards with his rifle raised, obviously wanting the kill. And like most Jem’ Hadar soldiers he got what he desired. Fox like many more before him and he wasn’t certainly the last fell, under a shower of disrupter shots. Dead.
.A Last Stand
Front lines
Jason Fox sat there in his dug out, watching the lines, watching for the Jem’Hadar. This was another dull and gray day outside the capital city of Betazed. The same planet that the Jemmies were trying to take over, unsuccessfully, Jason Fox, a Lieutenant, had been on the planet ten days, the same amount of time the Jemmies were trying to take over it. He, like the rest of his troop had been beamed down in preparation for a full invasion attempt by the Dominion; an hour later it had began.
Waves upon waves of Dominion troops landed, each of those waves killed a lot of starfleet officers. Fox was one of the lucky ones, he got to spend another nine days holding of the Jem’Hadar till more starfleet ships came to pull them out. Though that was looking less likely all the time. It was a shame really, because Admiral Ross had promised him a position on the Defiant but that wasn’t going to happen now, and he knew it. He like the rest of the men was going to die.
His combadge chirped, signaling the fact that it was time to go on the offensive, to attack the Jemmies. He saw from his viewpoint, more than a dozen soldiers getting out of their dugouts and running towards the unseen enemy lines. Fox reckoned there must have been at least 5,000 enemy soldiers’ position at the south entrance to the capital. Not that he could see of course, a low gray mist, smog of war, clouded his vision perhaps. Or a shield maybe to stop him from seeing the slaughter of what was to come. His Commander, an old Vulcan called Sturek tapped him on the shoulder, pulling Fox from his thoughts.
He jumped from his dug out, determined to live through this battle. He began running, overtaking Sturek, not long after he could hear the shouts and screams of the soldiers in the battle. Though Fox could tell he was close to the action because he was already stepping over the bodies of his fallen comrades, friends that were now no more. But Fox remembered his training, his old instructor telling him to focus on the now, not dwelling on lost friends, there was a time for that. After the battle.
Now Fox was entering the fray, dodging incoming enemy fire, disrupter shots from Dominion weapons. Shots that could easily tear a limb of a man, not something Fox wanted to happen to him. The disrupter shots were coming thick and fast now, he was pinned down, surrounded only one thing to do, fight back. Fox raised his phaser rifle, one of the newer models, and fired. Shot after shot of phaser fire emitted from his weapon, taking down eight or more Jemmies.
Fox had got the rhythm of the battle now, run, fire, duck and run. A simple formula he followed, and it seemed to be keeping him alive. He reached an embankment, knowing that more Jemmies lay on the otherside. Sturek came up beside him, a slight trickle of green blood running down his cheek. He motioned to charge overhead, on the count of three no less. Sturek’s fingers began the silent countdown. 3…2…1 and away.
Fox and his superior raced over the embankment, firing as they went, before them stood over 30 Jemmies, each shocked, surprised and stunned by what they saw. Two lone starfleet officers armed only with phaser rifles charging at them, their Vorta overseer had been correct, humans were not rational beings. Though the Jemmies didn’t stay stunned for long, they returned fire.
Their first volley took out Sturek, as two disrupter shots burst through his chest in a shower of sparks and fire. But Fox went into a role, missing the next volley and returning his own lethal weapons volley at the Jemmies, three went down. Though three wasn’t enough. The Jem’ Hadar First, charged forwards with his rifle raised, obviously wanting the kill. And like most Jem’ Hadar soldiers he got what he desired. Fox like many more before him and he wasn’t certainly the last fell, under a shower of disrupter shots. Dead.