Arneb --- Part 1

This is part one of the back story from Comrades in arms. It also takes place in a different universe from both Dara's and Redding's stories.



Despite the intervening months, Dara was still not completely recovered from her ordeal. Thus, she shuffled through the dim corridor, the lights turned down for the night watch. As she neared the lounge, Major Mcejo rested for a moment, leaning against the bulkhead. Finally she got up the strength and walked through the hatch. Lit only by the light of distant stars, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to bring peace to her roiling emotions.

A soft voice pierced the silence, “There’s caf on the counter Major, scotch too if you’re looking for something stronger.” She opened her eyes, turned toward to the voice. Sitting in the corner, hidden by the shadows sat Commander Rogue.

“Should'a figured you’d be here,” she said, sitting in the chair he kicked out for her.

Rogue looked as haggard as she did and was already nursing a steaming cup. “You’d think after all these years…”

“Some memories don’t fade sir,” she said softly.

Rogue sighed. “You couldn't sleep, either?”

“Not a chance. Not to say I didn’t try, though. I wore myself out in the gym, hoping to sleep from exhaustion if nothing else.”

He smiled ruefully. “I tried the same thing. Even tried beating up the fresh meat in the simulators, no luck.”

Dara idly traced a pattern on the tabletop with her finger. “It didn’t seem like such a hard assignment when we got it, did it?”

His laugh was a little bitter. “No. They told us straight up we could do it in our sleep.”

A different voice came from behind them, “Arneb?”

Dara turned and saw Jay’em, hair tousled and expression weary. Redding stood right behind him, not looking much better. They both sat.

Dara murmured, “I don’t have to tell you two it’s the anniversary.”

“Would we be here if it weren’t?” Redding said.

Rogue waved over a droid server who placed three more cups of caf on the table. Rogue raised his mug as the others claimed theirs.

“To the memories of those who fell, and the futures of those who survived. All for one.”

“And one for all,” Dara, Redding, and Jay’em replied in unison. They drank the toast; then sat silently drawing comfort from each other. Rogue glanced at Redding, remembering the first time he’d met the man….



“Reporting for duty sir!”

Major Rogue looked up from his desk at the young saluting soldier. “Ah, the new blood. At ease Private. Have a seat. You have your orders?”

“Aye sir,” he replied as he handed Rogue a datacard and sat down. Rogue inserted it into a slot on his desk and skimmed the page that appeared on his display.

“Have you met Colonel Athos yet Private,” he paused, glanced at name tag on the other’s uniform, “Redding?”

“No sir, I just arrived on board.”

“Well, welcome to the Liberty. First time off world?”

“No sir, well, first time permanently assigned off world sir.”

“Then you already have your space legs, good. Do you know anyone in the division?”

“No sir.”

“Good bunch. We have the lowest casualty level of any unit in the battle group. We depend on each other, and we never leave a man behind. I encourage you to speak to both the Colonel, and to everyone in your regiment. Get to know them, you’ll find that we’re all very close to each other. Athos encourages it, though he says it’s strictly because it raises our combat efficiency.”

“I’ll definitely do that Major.”

“Excellent. See the division quartermaster, Lieutenant Yofin; she’ll get you a billet. You might want to get cleaned up and then head over to the lounge on Deck Six; we have it reserved beginning at eighteen hundred hours. Give you a good chance to meet everyone. Then we have a mission briefing scheduled tomorrow at ten hundred hours.”

“Yes sir.” Redding stood and saluted.

Rogue returned the salute; then offered his hand. Redding hesitated; then took it. Rogue gave him a firm shake and said, “Welcome to the Musketeers, Private. Don’t forget eighteen hundred, duty uniform. You’re dismissed.”

“Thank you sir.” Redding left. Rogue gazed at the door for a few minutes; then struck a key on his desk. A few minutes later the hatch opened and two people entered.

“What’s up sir?” asked the shorter of the two.

“Have a seat guys,” he indicated the chairs. Both did; the taller slouching slightly, the other, a woman, sat straight but relaxed. “The new guy just reported in. I told him to show for tonight. Go easy on him Jay’em. I think we’ll like this one.”

The shorter, Captain Daramis, chuckled. “Lieutenant Noe’s never gone easy on anyone Rogue, you know that.” Jay’em grinned menacingly.

Rogue sighed. “I don’t want to make it an order Jay’em. I didn’t say leave him alone, I just said go easy. Tonight is not for hazing, it’s for an achievement. Call him ‘Junior’ if you must, I would prefer you didn’t. Razz him a bit and let it go, ok?”

Jay’em chuckled, “I think I can live with that Major. It pleases me.”

“Thank you, dismissed.” The two left and Rogue turned his attention back to his work.


Redding straightened his uniform shirt, ran his hand over his hair, took a deep breath and stepped into the lounge. The room was awash in conversation and laughter. He looked around, hoping to see someone familiar. Failing that, he headed for the counter. An impressive selection of drinks and hors d’oeuvres was laid out with a bartender quietly mixing drinks for the crowd.

Redding popped a couple of sweet meats into his mouth and ordered a drink. While waiting for it to be mixed, he again glanced around the crowd. Shy by nature, being in a room of strangers wasn’t the most comfortable situation for Redding. His drink arrived and he took a large gulp. He immediately gasped as real alcohol burned down his throat. He set the drink down as he coughed a couple of times before regaining his breath.

“Are you ok Private?” a female voice asked from behind him. Redding turned toward the questioner; an attractive woman with Captain’s bars accompanied by a taller Lieutenant. She was looking at him with a concerned expression while the other had a smirk on his face.

“You’ve had a drink before, right Private?” he asked.

Redding indicated his drink. “That’s real alcohol Captain.”

“Correct,” she responded.

“I thought that was against regs.”

The Lieutenant chuckled, “Indeed it is Private. However, Colonel Athos has an understanding with the Liberty’s Captain. We can use the real stuff for our functions as long as there is nothing that would require official recognition; altercations, intoxications, etc.”

“What happens if we go on alert?”

The Captain answered. “Then we do our duty.” The serious expression on her face allowed no disagreement.

“Yes Captain,” Redding replied.

Her expression softened. “I’m Captain Daramis Mcejo, my friends call me Dara. This is Lieutenant JG Jay’em Noe and you can call him whatever you want.”

Noe gave Redding a menacing glare. “Yeah, just try that Junior.”

Dara jabbed Jay’em with her elbow, “You couldn’t resist could you?”

Jay’em’s glare broke into a grin, “Of course not, Rogue said I could razz the newb and I’m going to.”

A new voice broke in, “I said to razz him a bit and then let it go Lieutenant.” Rogue walked up with a drink in his hand. “Glad to see you Private. These two haven’t been too hard on you have they?”

“No sir,” Redding answered.

“Excellent.” Rogue set his glass on the bar, ordered a new drink then motioned for the three others to follow him to a table off to the side. After they all sat, Rogue spoke up. “Well, Redding, I’d like to again welcome you to the 325th Infantry Division, informally known as the Musketeers. I command 2nd Regiment; we’re a Combat Support Ops unit. Captain Mcejo here is my squad leader and Jay’em is our demolitions expert. You’ll be joining us as a rifleman initially and we’ll see about moving you into whatever specialty you have an aptitude for.”

Redding replied, “I’m a decent hacker sir.”

Dara’s eyebrow twitched, “Modesty from a comp geek? He’s either really awful or he’s exceptional.”

Jay’em snorted, “Lot of good hacking will do when you’re up against a charging line of Dominion shock troops.”

Rogue waved Jay’em silent, “Good hacking could keep you from facing that line in the first place Lieutenant. That’s good to know Private. You have any questions for us about the unit?”

Before Redding could reply, the sound of a glass being tapped silenced all conversation in the room. Rogue, Dara and Jay’em jumped to their feet and along with the rest of the room faced the sound. Redding quickly followed suit. Standing against a backdrop of stars from the viewport was a medium height, solidly built man with graying temples. His Colonel insignia gleamed under the lights as he raised his glass to ensure he had everyone’s attention.

“Musketeers! We gather tonight to honor our fallen brethren as well as those among us who have demonstrated their dedication and commitment to both the Coalition, and their comrades in arms!”

As one the gathered soldiers shouted, “Huzzah!”

Athos continued, “For special recognition tonight, will Captain Mcejo and Lieutenant Noe please step forward?”

Redding gaped as both winked at him then marched through the crowd and stood before their fellows.

“Two months ago, during our engagement on Ceti Prime the Musketeers as well as two other divisions were under heavy fire by a superior number of Dominion forces. Acting on their own initiative, these two broke off from their regiment, attacked a Dominion heavy gun emplacement and captured it. Before the Dominion could respond Lieutenant Noe, with supporting fire from Captain Mcejo as well as 2nd Regiment’s hasty reinforcement of their position, proceeded to take out two other emplacements and a company of shock troops. This allowed our division to go on the offensive, flank the Dominion’s central line and turn what could have been a rout of our forces into a stunning Coalition victory!”

The crowd shouted again and Athos let it continue for a few seconds before motioning for silence. “For these actions, I am proud to present both with the Coalition Star of Valor.” The room erupted into cheering. He pinned the medals on both and saluted them. “Congratulations you two. The entire division is proud of you.”

“Thank you sir!” both responded.

Rogue’s voice called out, “And if they ever try something like that again I’ll hammer those medals straight into their skulls!” Laughter rang out.

Athos again motioned for silence, “We have one more matter to care for, then I want everyone to head to their quarters. Major Rogue, will please attend to it?”

“Yes sir!” Rogue responded. He motioned to Redding, “Wait here.” Redding nodded. Rogue walked to the front of the room and faced the crowd. “My friends, it has been a great honor to serve with you. We’ve lived, fought and died together and when one of us is honored, we are all honored. Now I take great pleasure in recognizing a fine soldier. Lieutenant Noe, the Coalition Armed Forces has recognized your talents and outstanding conduct. They have seen fit to order the following.” He took a datapad out of his pocket. “Effective immediately, by the authority of Vice Admiral Sean, Commander of the Coalition 7th Fleet, Lieutenant Junior Grade Jay’em Noe is hear by promoted to 1st Lieutenant, with all the rights and privileges in accord with his new rank. Congratulations Jay’em.” Rogue saluted him and the newly minted Lieutenant returned it. The room broke into applause.

Rogue turned to look at Athos, “Colonel, I do have one other item I would like to address.”

“By all means Major,” Athos responded.

“Thank you, sir.” He faced the crowd again. “The ranks of the Musketeers have grown. 2nd Regiment is proud to present our newest addition, Private Redding. Private, if you will please step forward?”

Redding gulped then rushed to the front.

Athos offered his hand and said, “Welcome Private. You’re in the best regiment in the fleet.”

“Thank you sir!” Redding stood at attention so hard it seemed his back would snap.

“Of course,” Rogue said, “We will have to teach you how to drink Private.”

Redding flushed red and the room again exploded in laughter. Athos shouted, “Musketeers, salute!”

In unison, every individual in the room shouted, “One for all, and all for one!”

Athos then dismissed the gathering, “Everyone back to your quarters. We have a briefing tomorrow at ten hundred hours.” The crowd broke up. People came up and congratulated both Dara and Jay’em as well as welcomed Redding. As the room emptied, the three gathered around Rogue.

Jay’em asked, “So what hell hole are we being dropped into now Major?”

Rogue shrugged, “No idea Jay’em.”

Dara snorted, “You’re the XO sir, of course you know, you just can’t tell us.”

“I honestly don’t know this time Captain. No one below the division commanders have been let in on it. Even my contacts in other units haven’t heard anything. Whatever’s up, it’s big.”

“Should be interesting,” Redding said.

All three laughed, “Life in the Musketeers is always interesting Private,” Jay’em said. Thee door closed behind them as they headed out.

Once more unto the breach,

Continued from here

“Commander, I don’t remember slogging our way through the woods in the dark being in the mission briefing.”

I grimaced. With the Coalition having completely withdrawn from the planet, the Dominion had abandoned their normal patrols and instead had their people moving randomly across our former territory. I hadn’t anticipated that and so our team had been forced to move only at night and through the densest woods toward what the fleet had determined to be the most probable location of Dara’s prison. Fortunately, our escape transport had set down in what the Dominion considered secured territory and was not in any danger of being discovered.

From behind me, a loud thump followed by muffled curses. “You all right Redding?” I asked.

“Tree root caught my foot sir. I’m good.”

I could hear Jay’em chuckling quietly. “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you Captain. Your nose is still swollen from that limb you clothes lined yourself on.”

He blew a raspberry. “Wasn’t my fault sir, if I hadn’t been helping the Lieutenant over there I would’ve been watching were I was going.” Up ahead, the trooper on point motioned. Instantly, everyone was kneeling with our weapons pointed outward. After a few minutes, he signaled all clear and we continued on our way. Dara’s prison was only another few hours away. By sunrise, we were less than a kilometer from the base perimeter.

I motioned the men into a circle. “Hit now or wait till dark? Dark would be shield us better, but their patrols would be inside as well. Daytime has less defenders and obviously more visibility. I’m open to suggestions.”

Jay’em asked, “Any idea how far out their patrols go? We’d need to consider their response time as well.”

“Fleet intel showed them going as far as two hundred fifty kilometers. That was usually at one quarter and again at three quarters of their patrol. Their closest was only seventy-five kilometers out. Now that they’ve been forced to expand their coverage due to our retreat, analysts estimated they may be as far as four hundred and as close as two hundred kilometers now. Any immediate return would have them using their air transports, which gives us the chance to take them in the air, or force them to land outside our range and come at us from the ground. Either way, we’re looking at about an estimated thirty to forty-five minutes response time.”

“Take ‘em during the day sir! We can’t let Dara stay in there any longer than she has to.” Redding said firmly.

Nods of affirmation came from everyone. I nodded, “Ok then. We wait until twelve hundred hours. Patrols should be at their furthest point.” The team settled in to rest for the next few hours.

When it was time, I gave everyone their orders. “Start with the guard towers, target by numbers left to right. I’ll take the main comm array. Maintain fire until destroyed. Four, Six, once your targets are destroyed, switch to the gate, get us an access point, all other positions cover fire. One and Nine keep an eye out for approaching air support. Everyone fire on my command.” Everyone acknowledged, and started to spread out. I glanced over, “Jay’em, Redding?” Both men looked at me. “Don’t hit any trees.” Both gave me sour looks before heading off to their positions.

I scooted forward; ahead in the clearing was the nearest wall of the base, armed towers regularly spaced across its top. “Squad, ready missile launchers.” As acknowledgements came over the line, I reached down to my belt and activated a different comm. I tapped in one click and waited. One minute later, an answering click sounded followed ten seconds later by another. I smiled, we were ready.

I took a deep breath, this was it. “Fire!” Nine missiles streaked out of the woods simultaneously, guard towers exploded, bodies flew and eight towers were neutralized. The array of antennas and jamming machinery disintegrated. Four more missiles launched and decimated the remaining towers on the facing wall. Jay’em and Redding fired into the gate itself. As the blasts from their shots cleared, I could see that, rather than being heavily damaged, it had barely buckled. Not good. I lifted my own launcher and called over the line, “Three, Seven, hit the gate!” I let my remaining missile fly as well. It remained stubbornly intact. Even as I tried to adjust our battle plan the first defenders appeared on the wall and began firing into our surrounding woods.

“Return fire! Four, if you see a window, get in there and blow that door!” Jay’em responded with a grunt. Even as I said it though, I knew we were in trouble. Minutes passed while we traded fire with the steadily growing number of defenders.

I ducked down into the cover of a rock while battle raged around me. Jay’em landed beside me, “This isn’t working Commander.” A particularly large blast nearby forced us both to shield our faces while dirt and other debris rained down on us.

Redding joined us. “We’re dead unless we retreat sir.”

“Yeah, not what I’d planned. Time for a miracle.” I reached down grabbed the second comm unit. “Hawk to Groundpounder.” Both men looked at me in shock as a calm voice came over the line.

“Groundpounder reads you Hawk, ready for retrieval?

“Negative Bear, requesting air support.”

“Roger that Rogue, Seraphs on the way. Please advise situation.”

“Danger close fire mission, nine man team west of target Alpha. You’re cleared hot.”

“Acknowledged. You want the target razed?”

“Negative Groundpounder, friendlies in area. Targets will be marked.”

“Roger, ETA forty-five seconds.”

I scrambled back to my feet. “We got air support on the way!”

Jay’em yelled after me, “Where they coming from?”

“I told Admiral Sean I needed a surprise. He let me have Commander Bear and Seraph squadron.”

“Nice!”

“Three through Seven, laze targets! Light-riders coming in! Target the gate! Everyone else give us cover fire!”

Bear’s voice sounded over the main line, “Seraphs inbound, attack direction south, target acquired.” From our right a dozen Longbow fighters appeared, flying barely over the treetops. “Seraph One, Fox Two.”

“Seraph Two, Fox Two.” The lead two fighters launched their far more powerful missiles at the gate while the others strafed the towers on the remaining walls. A tremendous explosion blew the gate apart and silenced the defending fire from the wall.

“Squad, move in!” I yelled. The nine of us raced into the breach. A Dominion trooper stumbled out of the dust cloud and was immediately gunned down. “Seraphs, this is Hawk, target penetrated. Request suppression fire.”

“Acknowledged Hawk.”

Redding checked his scanner, “Dara’s beacon is coming from over there sir.” He indicated a building to our left.

“Four, Six, with me. Cover fire!” Redding, Jay’em and I ran to the building while the rest of the team formed into an outward facing semi-circle trading fire with the few defenders still on their feet.

Jay’em dropped to his knees as he arrived at door and began digging in his bag. He attached a small charge onto the door and moved to the side, “Clear!” A puff of smoke and he kicked in the door. “Fire in the hole!” A flash grenade was tossed in. The two Dominion troopers who had been kneeling at the end of the hallway were blown on their backs.

Redding charged in and shot both before they could recover, “Clear sir.” He started checking cells on both sides of the corridor. “Our people sir, alive but they’re not in good shape.”

As Jay’em took a position by the door, I started checking cells as well. “Get them out Redding, everyone’s going home. Hawk to Seraphs, we’ve picked up passengers, get our ride in here.” About halfway down the hall I opened the door and looked in. She lay on the ground, unmoving. I dove in, checked her vitals then closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. “Jay’em, Redding, I’ve got her! She’s alive!”

Jay’em called back, “Our ride’s here Commander, time to go!” Under cover of the Seraphs, our squad mates had fallen back to the detention building and were helping carry the prisoners to the waiting transport.

I pulled Dara’s arm over my shoulders and hauled her to her feet.

Redding yelled back, “You’re the last one Commander, move it!”

Dara stirred as we limped back toward the door. She opened her eyes, focused on me. I smiled at her, “Sorry to be rough Major. But the MPs will be here any minute.”

A weak grin came to her face, “Took you long enough.”

“Blame Jay’em, he ran into a tree.”

“He’s here too?”

“And Redding and Bear, we weren’t going to leave you here.”

“Bear?”

“Oh come on Major, you remember that hotshot pilot who flew cover for us at Arneb?”

We stumbled into the transport. I let Dara down gently onto a padded bench then took my seat as the transport blasted off. I could see the Seraphs assume an escort formation around us. I swung my gaze over my fellow passengers, the survivors of the captured squad and all nine of my rescue team. No losses. I smiled and leaned back. Not a bad day. Redding and Jay’em were talking to Dara and I could see the smile on her face. We were together again. We’d be back, I knew. The Dominion hadn’t seen the last of us.

WHY!?!?

Ok, my whole day has just been ruined! :(

First off, the near 60* we had yesterday has given way to 14* with near white-out snow fall, but I like winter over summer so that's ok. I'm driving back to work after a very delicious lunch out our local New York-style pizza place, happily listening to our local talk station that carries Rush's show and what comes over my speakers? A Ron Paul commercial!

I get enough of this guy in the blogosphere and I don't want him polluting my lunch hour!

Rant concluded...carry on

No Matter the Cost

Continued from here

I stormed into the governor’s office. “It was my understanding Governor that I and I alone, have command of all military personnel during this evacuation.”

Without looking up from his terminal, Governor Utain Twitz replied, “That is correct Commander. My authority is solely over this city and its citizens.”

I slammed my hands down on his desk, “Then why was my order for a rescue mission countermanded?”

He finally looked up at me, “Because Commander, an attempt to retrieve dead bodies is not in the best interest of the citizens of this city. Citizens whom I will remind you are also your primary responsibility. Or did I misunderstand your orders from Fleet?”

I tried to keep the fury out of my voice. I was only partially successful. “Your people are safe Governor. The Fleet will be here in less than one hour, Militia forces have organized the civilians into evacuation groups and the Dominion has been beaten back from the city. My troops are maintaining vigil on the walls and we’ve even retaken the trenches around the city. Now is the perfect time to send out a rescue mission.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way Commander. But as long as there is still a single civilian within New Downtime, we cannot risk weakening our defenses. Once the evacuation is complete, assuming you get clearance from Fleet, then you can go on your retrieval mission.”

There was no point in arguing further. The man’s stubbornness was legendary. He was right to a point. My official responsibility was to the people of New Downtime, but during a declaration of emergency, military command overruled any civilian leadership. He had no standing to countermand my orders. However, the city’s Militia was under his command. I didn’t doubt for second if I attempted to lead any kind of recovery mission out of the city, he would order my arrest. That would result in either a shootout between Coalition military and civilian Militia personnel or my spending a few hours in a cell until the entire issue could be cleared up by Fleet. Neither would be of any help to Dara. That didn’t mean I was happy with it. It definitely didn’t mean I was going to let him have the last word.

“Be aware Governor, I am going to begin organizing a rescue mission. I am also going to contact Fleet for confirmation of my authority to do so. Do not attempt to interfere. I will not hesitate to place you under arrest using my authority as senior Coalition officer during a declaration of emergency.” An empty threat really, and we both knew it. Neither of us really wanted to create the massive division and strife such a conflict would cause, especially since this crisis would only last another hour at most, I hoped.

I spun on my heel and left the office. Noe and Redding were waiting for me in the foyer. Both fell in behind me as I strode quickly out of the building and toward the command post and Yofin.

"What's the word Commander?" Redding asked.

"Jay'em, begin organizing a rescue mission, volunteer only. We launch the moment the last evac shuttle lifts off."

"Aye sir!"

“Redding, I need you to begin getting us supplies. Expect a team of about 5 to 7 men, plan for everything.”

“Yes sir.” As he replied, we entered the command post. Yofin saluted before returning her attention to the display, the other two officers went on to their assigned tasks.

I returned her salute, “Do we have any idea where they have her yet?”

“Nothing solid yet sir, but we do have a few possibilities.”

“Rescue beacon?”

“As long as they continue jamming, rescue beacons are useless, the Fleet might be able to punch through though.”

“Maybe, get me the Hedonism, I want to speak to Admiral Sean.”

“Aye sir.” As she moved to the comm station, she shook her head, tsking quietly, “Who names a warship Hedonism anyway?”

I chuckled. “She’s Admiral Sean’s flagship, it was his choice.”

“I have the Hedonism, Admiral Sean will be on in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, I’ll take it in my office.” She nodded and I walked through the door to the closet I’d claimed as my own. I sat at my desk, and waited for Admiral Sean to appear. God I was tired. I hadn’t slept in days. Of course, that was nothing to what Dara was certainly going through. My mind began to drift, images of what the Dominion did to prisoners began to drift through my mind…They weren’t asking questions. Searing pain shot through her skull. Why aren’t they asking any questions? Barely conscious, Major Daramis Mcejo’s mind was working at an agonizingly slow rate. Nearly every time she formed a complete thought, one of the two troopers conducting the “interrogation” would hit her, screaming at her as she sagged against the restraints. Always screaming, or yelling, or shouting, but no questions.

She wished they would ask something, anything, so that she could focus on denying them information. But they did not ask, and all she could do was anticipate every fresh stab of pain, or track the sensation of warm blood trickling down from her split lip, or from the gash on her forehead. She closed her eyes, but not seeing was almost worse.

When they finally stopped an eternity later and removed the restraints, Dara fell to the ground in a heap, without the will or the energy to move. They grabbed her arms and hauled her back to her cell, where she lay curled up on the floor, blinking at the intense darkness, trying to regulate her breathing.

A single tear coursed down her cheek and splashed onto the floor. She felt as if she were falling away from the memories and the pain, into a bottomless black. Moments before it engulfed her, her lips began to move and she whispered, “Rogue won’t leave me to die,” and then, “Why didn’t they ask any questions?”

“I said; did you have a question Commander?”

I blinked, shook my head. On the screen, Admiral Sean was staring at me with a smile on his lips. “Am I boring you Commander?”

“Sorry sir, been a while since I slept.”

“Understandable. You’ll be relieved to know that we have achieved orbit and the first wave of evacuation shuttles are enroute.”

“That’s excellent sir. I do have a request though. During the final assault on New Downtime, the Dominion captured a squad of troops alive. I’m not leaving those men behind sir.”

“Since you haven’t done it already I’m assuming the Governor refused to let you go after them?”

“We did have a…discussion regarding it. He’s convinced they’re dead.”

“I’m afraid I have to share that sentiment Rogue. The Dominion isn’t known for taking or keeping prisoners alive.”

“They’re alive sir. I know they are.”

“And how do you know that Commander?”

“I can’t explain it sir, I just do.”

“I need more than that Rogue. I won’t send good men to retrieve corpses based of your gut feeling.”

“I’m not asking for a full fledged assault sir. I already have a group of volunteers. All I need is permission, arms and equipment, a Ranger transport with pilot and maybe an additional surprise or two.”

“No Fleet support?”

“No sir, just what I asked for.”

“What’s so important about those men to you?”

“They were under my command sir.”

“We command men knowing it might lead to their deaths all the time Commander. It’s a part of war. There’s a specific reason or a specific person you’re worried about.”

I took a deep breath. I’d hoped to avoid this. “The senior officer captured was Major Daramis Mcejo sir. We’ve served together for years.”

His eyes narrowed, “Your concern is strictly professional, right Commander?”

That was why I’d wanted to avoid it. Too many senior officers, despite years of service and combat experience, couldn’t understand the bond created by surviving hell.

“Strictly professional sir; the two of us, as well as two of the volunteers, survived Arneb IV. I refuse to abandon her to the Dominion’s tender mercies.”

He was silent. He hadn’t been there for the battle, but he had been there for the aftermath. “You realize that I can’t give you any additional support beyond what you’ve asked for.”

“Yes sir.”

“Ok, you’re approved. Don’t make me regret this Commander.”

“I won’t sir.”

“Now you mentioned a surprise or two.”

“Yes sir. I need one other little item.” The rest of the conversation went smoothly.

Several hours, and one much needed nap later, I stood outside New Downtime watching the last evac shuttle lift off. As it rose toward the waiting fleet, I glanced around at the eight men with me. Our transport had already put down in the woods under cover of darkness and would await our pick up request. We were ready. Jay’em looked down from watching the shuttle and then asked, “Orders Commander?”

I raised my rifle. “Gentlemen, I thank you, and our comrades thank you. Now let’s go get them.”

Redding grinned, “All for one sir!”

I grinned as well, “No matter the cost.” We headed off into the darkness.

Complacency

Have you ever realized how much of our day depends on things we have customized to our particular whims? Or how much inconvenience it causes when those customizations are removed? It turns your smooth daily routine into a drive over a road that's full of foot-deep potholes!

In the way of explanation, I offer a review of my morning...so far:

For the past month or so, the IT department of my company has been telling me that my cubicle's desktop has some thing fatally wrong with its hard drive and that it would die spectacularly eventually. They also kept telling me that they would have to replace it with a new comp and that I should let them know a good time to do it. Well, I told them to do it while I was in Vegas, didn't happen. How about while I'm on one of my daily lunch breaks, it was only supposed to take an hour and I always leave for lunch at least an hour before IT takes its collective lunch break. (Side rant: That's always a fun hour when something goes wrong with the server/system/network and the entire IT team is off getting a burger somewhere) Nope...so, yesterday, I was out sick with a migraine. Which btw, SUCK!!!!

Perfect time I will agree...IT backs up (mostly) my desktop files, favorites, documents etc and swaps out PCs. I come in this morning still feeling slightly below the weather to discover I have a new PC. GREAT! Till I sit down. First off, the CPU is and always has been mounted below my desk. However, the old one was vertically mounted at the edge of the desk by the cubicle wall. This new one is horizontally mounted about 3 inches from the wall. Not too much but it now intrudes into the air space normally occupied by my thigh. This will take some getting used to.

Next, the keyboard is smaller, more streamlined. This doesn't make much of a difference to me honestly, but I was used to just laying my pen on the ledge above the function keys. That ledge doesn't exist anymore, a fact I did not recognize until while on the phone with a fellow vendor I laid my pen down and it rolled under the keyboard. D'OP!

Then we get to how many programs we take for granted. Like, JAVA. One of the multiple inventory lists I routinely check uses a JAVA pop up box. I go to check it and I get that great little invention the invalid plug in X. *groan* download JAVA, restart browser. Back to work.

Now, while in this pop up, Tab doesn't work, but I had mapped a key to act as a tab. Therefore, I am used to breezing through the various fields I either ignore or use the default settings. Apparently, key maps don't transfer. *groan again* Remap keys.

Ya know, my Outlook inbox has been strangely empty this morning. *shrugs* It's Friday, I was out yesterday and I had set up an auto-reply from my home PC that informed anyone who tried to contact me that I was out and to contact one of the other agents so I know I didn't have any inventory offers out there waiting for my attention. Still, it's strange that I haven't gotten any of the general info stuff. Co-worker asks if I got their email, I say, "What email?"

"The one I sent you (Duh, here's your sign Rogue.)"

I check, box is still empty...I hit send/receive. BOOM! Fifty or so emails come pouring in. Apparently, I was missed. Oh yeah, I had set Outlook to run an auto send/receive every minute (in my job, minutes can me the diff between getting a unit and not). That didn't transfer either. *groan* Reset.

But the most annoying...my play lists. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Yeah, my music transferred, (thank god!) as did the lists, but apparently something didn't because when I tried to activate one, I get the "file not found" error. So I have to go back in and remap the path, well, try to remap it. Turned out to be easier to just erase the broken ones and reload the lists.

Yeah, I admit it. I'm lazy and whining. Not a single one of these inconveniences took longer than a minute or two to fix, except the CPU mounting...still working on a solution to that one. But that's what they are, inconveniences. Little things that don't matter a hill of snot yet seem determined to drive you crazy!

We get lazy, we get complacent...we are creatures of habit and routine after all. When that routine gets disrupted, the effects are rarely pleasant.

At least my Internet browser favorites list transferred, though apparently, IE didn't like the way I had them organized and alphabetized them. *final groan*

This concludes today's rant, we now return you to your regularly scheduled slacking off.

Tase him again Bro!

Remember Andrew Meyer? Yep...the idiot who (deservedly IMHO) was tased after disrupting a Q&A with John F. Kerry*

Well, it's been a while and the state of Florida has been running an investigation into whether the cops' actions were justified.

Guess what they found:

University of Florida cops were exonerated in the stunning of a student.

What's the poetic justice? The student may face charges.

The officers have been reinstated to full duty.

Just as I said before...he wanted to create a spectacle and martyr himself. Well, a martyr is only a martyr until he is revealed to be a fool.

Fool, thy name is Andrew Meyer!

TASE HIM AGAIN BRO!


* Who served in Vietnam

All for one

Continued from here

Troopers ran past me hurrying to their posts. I saw a few straggling civilians being herded by Militia into the shelters before they too rushed to their stations.

“Commander!”

I stopped and turned toward the sound. A young man carrying a sniper rifle caught up and saluted. “Corporal?”

“Sir, all snipers are in position.”

“Excellent, fire on my command.”

“Yes sir!” He turned and vanished into the front door of the last tall building before the city walls. I stared for a second after him before breaking into a run again. The gates began to close and I slipped through along with several other latecomers. With a resounding boom, the gates closed and sealed. Through the hazy distortion of the energy shield I could see the tree line off in the distance, soon the quiet plains in between would be covered in smoke, debris and blood.

I ran down the main road until I arrived at the final ring of trenches. There, I lowered myself down and set off again, I tapped a nearby Lieutenant’s shoulder and asked for Major Daramis’s location. He pointed and I thanked him. As I approached, I could overhear her giving final orders to the troops nearby and in the other rings.

“Major, could you use another soldier?” She turned around and looked at me with a grin like I hadn’t seen in years.

“Always Commander, even if you’re Navy now.”

I saluted, “Once infantry, always infantry Major. Where do you need me?”

She didn’t hesitate, “I’m going to command from the center. Captain Noe is taking the left flank and I’ve got Sergeant Redding on the right but he’s still pretty green. He only made squad leader a month ago. Our defense would be a more unified if you would take command over Redding’s men.”

“I’ll break it to him easy.” She nodded and moved to the side, clearing the way for a squad of troopers double timing it through the trench.

I started toward my new assignment, paused beside her. “After this is all over, I want you to seriously consider transferring to the Navy, we could really use you.”

“We’ll see sir.”

A voice sounded in my ear, “Commander? OP Three, I have movement five kilometers due west.”

I keyed my comm, “Acknowledged. Yofin, what have we got?”

She responded instantly, “Their whole force is moving sir, this looks like it. They’ll be in maximum firing range in two minutes.”

“Right, Rogue out.” I met Dara’s eye, “Party’s on.” She nodded grimly, checked her rifle and saluted.

“Good luck Commander.”

I returned her salute, “And to you.” I made it through the trenches faster than I’d thought I would and found Sergeant Redding’s squad with ease. He acknowledged the abrupt change in command without expression. I glanced over his deployment and nodded my approval. He may have been lacking in combat experience, but he knew his stuff.

I keyed my comm again. “Where are they OP Three?”

“Four kilometers and closing fast, I see infantry mixed with artillery, no air units yet.”

“Acknowledged, attention all sniper units, hold fire until my order. Artillery, begin bombardment at three kilometers”

I stepped up to the trench wall, squeezing in between two other troopers. “Rogue to Daramis.”

“Go ahead Commander.”

“Major, after the artillery and snipers open up, you may fire at your discretion.”

“Thank you sir.”

“OP Three, three kilometers and closing.”

“Artillery, open fire!”

With the thunderous roar of nearly sixty artillery pieces, the Battle of New Downtime began. I watched the approaching forces to see the results. I wasn’t disappointed. Shells burst all through the formation, flinging troopers into the air and causing the ranks to disintegrate into chaos.

The trooper beside me snickered, “They weren’t expecting that.” The approaching troopers increased their speed. They seem intent to overwhelm us with sheer numbers.

“Snipers, fire at will.” Acknowledgements sounded in my ear, followed immediately by Dara’s.

“All forward units hold fire until my order. Remember you’re the only thing standing between the Dominion and all those civilians. Aim high.” The enemy artillery began to return fire. Above our heads shells exploded against the shield. They were close enough now to be seen as individuals, any time now Dara would order... “Ready weapons!” Simultaneously every trooper on the line flipped off the safeties and sighted along their rifles.

“FIRE!”

With another roar, five hundred rifles opened up. The approaching line collapsed under the withering hail. Return fire began to fill the air around us. An energy bolt struck the ground not more than 6 inches from my nose. Blinking dirt from my eyes, I cursed and reached up, slapped my visor down. Maybe Navy had made me a bit rusty. The harsh tones of blaster cannons filled the air as the jury rigged emplacements began sweeping the lead ranks.

More troopers fell. A shriek to my right, cut off almost before it began. A soft grunt beside me. I glanced over, the trooper to my right slid to the trench floor, his head missing. I forced my attention back to my line of fire. No time to call a medic, one wasn’t necessary. A beep from my rifle as it clicked empty. Eject the cartridge, slap a new one into place, resume fire.

Endless seconds passed. More bursts from above. Another man near me dropped. An energy bolt passed me so close I could feel the heat. Another reload, maintain fire. Yofin’s voice sounded in my ear. “Their first wave is falling back Commander, second wave forming out of rifle range.”

Dara had apparently also noticed the retreat. “Cease fire! Squad leaders, call out losses.”

“Acknowledged,” I grunted back. I released the trigger, turned and slid down the trench wall. Around me, troopers did the same. Medics raced past tending to the wounded and carrying fatalities out.

I looked around and motioned over to Redding. He gave me a quick tally and I called it in to Dara, “Major? Right flank has thirteen down, seven killed.”

Dara grimly absorbed the casualty reports then ordered replacements from the forces on the eastern side of the city. Throughout the entire time, the artillery fire on both sides continued non-stop.

“OP Three, they’re moving again sir!”

“Ready weapons!”

I stood up, looked outward. I slapped a new cartridge into my rifle; made sure my visor was locked and sighted. Again the forward lines came into focus. This time, missiles from above and behind me began screaming outward toward the vehicles mixed in.

“FIRE!”

Once again the fusillade of weapons fire cut through the lines like a scythe. This time however, their onward movement continued. I could begin to distinguish facial features when Dara’s calm voice sounded. “Flanks begin pulling back to second line. Center, we hold to cover their retreat.”

I spun around and shouted at the troopers nearby. “You heard the Major, fall back! Move! Move! Move!” As the last man in the area passed me heading for a cross trench, I fell in behind them double timing it through the trenches.

“Center units, fall back! Flanks, give us some cover!”

I shouted, “Rifles up! Fire!”

Dara passed me and shouted over the tumult of battle, “That’s it, we’re clear!”

I slapped a switch. Anyone who entered the first line of trenches or any of the crossovers to it would be in for a nasty surprise now.

“Commander, we won’t be able to hold them much longer. I recommend falling back into the city.”

I grimaced. “I was afraid of that. Yofin, where’s the fleet?”

“They have engaged the Dominion’s forces outside the sixth planet sir. Estimating another two hours before they can begin evacuation.”

“Blast! Ok, Dara, pull back to within the walls. Yofin, I need all Militia units on the walls. Also, inform the shield techs they’ll need to pull the shield back in to the wall’s perimeter.”

“Aye sir.”

Dara waited until I had completed my order before issuing her own. “You need to order the retreat sir.”

I smirked, “I prefer to call it ‘redeployment’, Major.” She grinned back at me.

“All forces, this is Commander Rogue, fall back to the city. Colonel Michaels, initiate Foul Nest. Missile teams, give us as much cover as you can.”

I nodded once toward Dara, “Fall back Major.”

“Aye sir. FALL BACK!”

I turned back to cover the retreat but Dara yanked me back down. “Sir, as senior officer you have to evacuate to the city.”
I stood silently, grappling with my need to stay with the men and the fact that she was right. “All right Major, but you and your people better be right behind me.”

“Naturally Commander.” She smacked my shoulder, then stood up and began firing back toward the enemy lines, barely a stone’s throw away. I joined the flow of men back to the city.

Passing the third and final line of trenches, I glanced back. Dara and her troops were still holding firm. Dominion forces reached the first trench and dropped in. She tossed a grenade, watched the result, then began retreating.

I passed through the hatch into the city. Militia forces were already taking up positions behind and along the top of the wall giving our retreat cover. I found a ramp and headed up to the top of the wall.

Looking out over the parapet, I saw the first and second lines of trenches had been completely overrun. The artillery pieces placed around the city had also been taken but my order to Michaels had had the crews render them useless. To my left, I saw Dara and her final few troops in a running light fight with the Dominion forces. A grenade from the Dominion flew over her head and detonated. The trench wall ahead of her and her squad collapsed. They were cut off from the city.

I shouted to the men nearby. “Cover fire, 7 o’clock!” We opened up on the Dominion but to no avail, as I watched Dara and her squad were overrun. I shouted again and then raced back down the ramp. I saw a familiar figure, “Redding! With me.” He didn’t hesitate, motioned toward his men and they immediately followed me back toward the now closed hatch. Captain Noe saw me and ran to intercepted.

“Commander no! You can’t go out there sir. She’s already dead!”

“You don’t believe that anymore than I do Captain! Now are you with me or not?”

“I can’t allow you to endanger the city sir; and that’s exactly what you’ll do if you open that hatch!” From the hatch a loud crash. In a way, I was calmed by it. He was right but I couldn’t -- wouldn’t -- accept what it entailed.”

“Blast it Jay’em! We’re not leaving her out there!”

“If she’s alive sir, we’ll bring her home. All for one.” I looked at him, and my mind’s eye flashed back to Arneb IV, when the four survivors of our squad, Captain Daramis, Lieutenant Noe, Private Redding and myself, gathered around a dirty table in a run down bar to toast fallen comrades, and vowed to watch over each other. All for one, one for all.