> > "Look, pencil neck!!!! I know they were after us. They chased
us
> >across a jungle for about a good 5 clicks, then called in for
> >reinforcements to corner us. They called in for, and I quote, 'Send in
> >another two squads. We are in persuit of a Starfleet infultration team.'
> >End Quote. Don't give me that crap, and I do not care what Brell or his
> >other dork says about it. They were..."
> >
> > The door opens...
> >
> > "Shooting at us."
> >
> >The man doing the shouting entered. He looked to be a humanoid-
> >Betazoid/Human actually. He also looked to be much older than the young
> >man that seemed to be the senior operative. This man in the dirty and
torn
> >uniform looked as if he had been on several missions where he had been
shot
> >at. He looked as if he had, as they say, the 1000 meter stare. The
fresh
> >cuts on his forehead and hands looked as if he were running full tilt
boogy
> >through a jungle, and only served to compliment his scar on his face that
> >ran from his left eye to his chin.
> >
> > He turned and recognized those assembled, except for the Vice
Admiral,
> >and said, "Oh my..."
>
> Kitanya regarded him calmly, liking him immediately. If this fool CO
didn't
> listen to his field commanders, to the people like this man, then she
might
> not just fire him, she might use him for a scratching post, too. But she
> remained quiet, waiting to see what Brell would do.
>
> > "Well..... it is good to see you back in one piece, Lt. Commander
> >Russco. Vice Admiral Kitanya, allow me to introduce our most colorful
unit
> >commander- Lt. Commander Blair Russco and his team." Brell greeted the
> >group of station personnell and the team of 9.
>
> "An honorrr," she said, bowing with genuine respect. "I'm glad you and
> yourrr team arrre back. Any casualties?" Her tone was much different
than
> the one used with Brell. It was direct, serious, and intelligent, her
gaze
> intent on him.
>
"Two walking wounded, and one we had to carry out Admiral. They
will all make it. Good people, sir." replied the dirty LCMR trying to
regain some of his composure at just blasting another only to be heard by an
admiral.... and the big boss at that.
>
> "What was the situation, Commanderrr?" she asked, shooting a glare at
Brell
> that told him to keep quiet or else.
>
"Well, sir, we were there doing some standard recon on what we thought
was a launch point for a possible first strike force. As usual our intell
was bad. Not that the information was bad, but I believe that the analysis
was of poor quality. We went in. I wish I could say completely undetected,
but I can not. I thought we got in fairly clean. Enough for a quick look
around before the heat came in. However, they were waiting for us. Just
they have been for several missions now. I can only speculate on the
reasons why, sir, so I will include them in my official report. We got in,
and somehow they found us. They found us, and tried to corner us. The only
thing that saved us was Palmer. He did a lone rush on a squad of cardies
and took them out, and almost got taken out himself. If he had not done
that, sir, we would have been captured. I was lucky to get him back to our
medic."
He let things stay there for questions. The picture was not a rosey
one, especially not the one that the official reports gave.
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