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>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. David was in hell and he knew it. >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... David was shooting and ducking when he could. >"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 David looked at the body-it was his responsibility. >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." David stuck close to the Sargent..."GOT IT!"
