> >"Captain,it is not you. It is the fact that
> someone like you is here.
> >You just happen to be the personification of
> the mistrust that command has for
> >us. It is only natural that you are not going
> to be easily accepted here.",
> >the Master Sargent replied.
>
> "I'll have to live with that Sargent. Hopefully
> people will see me differently with my
> attitude. I'm not your typical suit."
>
> >Boulay did not have a chance to respond. Just
> as he was about to say
> >something...
>
> >"Incoming!!!!" yelled a marine. Which was
> followed by a loud explosion
> >and phaser fire.
>
> David dropped to the ground and rolled himself
> into a ball.
>
> >"Mortars, sir. Keep down." said the marine
> keeping company with the JAG
> >Chief.
>
> "Understood..." He holstered his phaser and
> pulled out the phaser rifle on his back and
> waited for the hellfire to end.
>
The fighting was fierce. Quite possibly the most intense thing that
Captain Boulay had experienced in his career in Starfleet. However, one of
the safest places to be in a firefight was with a group of Marines.
The shooting and screaming of orders lasted seemingly for hours.
Explosions had sent dirt, small stones, and various other bits of debris over
the marines. The rebels had suffered several casualities from the phaser fire
from the marines. The Marine platoon had also suffered casualities.
Unfortunately, it had only been just over 40 minutes, and the Starfleet
re-enforcements had not yet arrived.
In one of the rushes, Captain Boulay and his assigned sargent had to
fight off a few rebels. It was not what he was ordered there for...
"Damn the re-enforcements. We can't keep this up. Pull back!!! We have
to re-group!!!" yelled the LT in command of the platoon.
The unit started to pull back. The Captain and a few men were just coming
out from their cover to head back, when the Captain was hit. The phaser plast
burned a hole right through his chest. He fell down, face first, about two
steps later. He was dead. The other few men made it back
When everyone got back, 6 out of the just over 20 men were dead, and
another 4 were wounded.
"Ok, we have to begin a retreat. Our back up is not going to make it,
and I am not going to kill us all just to waiting until the boys get here. We
are going to pull back in twos, every 30 seconds. The final 4 will be the last
out. Captain Boulay, you and our Master Sargent will be the second group.
Get ready."
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