I Will Proudly Take A Stand
Ensign Gentry didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay home, with his family. His daughter was turning two soon, three days after he had to catch the transport shuttle. Gentry didn't think any of his fellow graduates wanted to go, but he knew he had to. His wife, Hellen Gentry, stood in the crowd as the Starfleet officers checked their belongings, making sure they had everything. She was hiding something from him, something she felt guilty for doing. But she didn't want to make him worry, he had enough to deal with leaving a daughter, and she didn't want to distract him with his unborn son. In a couple months she would send him a subspace message, letting him know, she promised herself that.
Gentry had woken up early that day, putting on his uniform, and mentally preparing for what was to come. He didn't feel he was doing it for the honor, or the glory. He was doing it because it was his duty.
2 months later
Gentry had just beamed down to a Dominion instillation barely 2 minutes ago and his team was already pinned down. The Jem'Hadar seemed to be everywhere, and Gentry had the distinct feeling they were outnumbered. His eye's scanned the battlefield, searching for a solution. Then he saw it, a raised platform he could use to get a better view of the enemy. It was risky, if one of the Jem'Hadar saw him he was easy pickings, but his team had become his family, his brothers and sisters. He knew the cost, but he had to try. He signaled to the others to lay suppressive fire as he made his way to the platform. When he reached the top he could see every one of the gray skinned cloning freaks. Gentry lined one up in his sights, fired, and dropped down out of sight. He counted to thirty, then repeated the process. Before long there was only one target left, he popped up, aimed, and fired. At the same time he fired the Jem'Hadar soldier threw a plasma grenade at the base of the platform. Everything happened in a flash as the grenade blew the supports for the platform. A moment later Gentry felt the platform collapse, and him with it. After that there was black.
Gentry woke up in sickbay of the USS Cornelius, Doctor Kyanna leaning over him.
“You awake Ensign?” she asked.
“I think so,” he replied groggily “What happened?”
“There was an accident,” she explained. “The platform you were on collapsed, a piece of the steel supports impaled your leg. Unfortunately sickbay was off line when they beamed you back up, a Jem'Hadar plasma bolt struck us and overloaded the EPS Conduits.”
“Wait, what are you saying?”
“I'm sorry Ensign, we had to take the leg.”
Gentry looked down, his face displaying a look of shock. His leg was gone from the knee down. How could this have happened to him, medical science was to good for this.
“Does this mean my career...” he started, he couldn't finish his question though. He almost choked on the words.
“No,” she answered. “You'll have to wait till we get back to Starbase 616, but we'll be able to regrow the leg tissue. You'll be on medical leave for a few months though.”
“Alright Doctor, thank you.” he said as he laid back down. He thought how wonderful it would be to see Hellena again, and his daughter. And according to her last subspace message, his son as well. And soon enough he would be back out on the front line, so they could sleep in peace at night.
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