3
Michael Owens was not surprised to find Nora Laas waiting for him when he stepped out of the turbolift.
“Sir, permission to join the away team.”
He shook his head and walked right passed her. “Not this time.”
Of course the security chief was not so easily shaken and she quickly fell into step beside him. “Captain, I really think you should reconsider and let me come with you. Besides, I used to be a Marine, I know exactly how they think. I could be very valuable to you.”
“I think the major has that aspect of the mission covered, Lieutenant.” He shot her a cursory glance but didn’t slow. “He also has a personal relationship with the general, he served directly under him for a few years. In fact Lam is looking forward to reunite with him.”
She nodded as she had to concede that point. “Alright but you shouldn’t be leaving the ship without a security escort. It’s regulations.”
Owens stopped in front of the doors leading to the transporter room and then turned to regard the Bajoran. She had to be pretty desperate to quote regulations on him. “Lieutenant, we’re beaming down to a Starfleet Marines command post. We’re bound to be surrounded by dozens of armed troops.” He glanced over at Wasco who had followed him along with Deen and Belore.
Wasco nodded. “Hundreds.” The Marine regarded the still dissatisfied Bajoran. “You have my word, from one Marine to another, the captain will be perfectly safe. I’ll make sure of it personally.”
It should have put her mind at ease but it clearly didn’t and Owens knew perfectly well why. She took her job of protecting him extremely seriously and while she must have known, intellectually at least, that he was reasonably safe in the care of the Marines, letting somebody else but her handle his security simply didn’t sit well.
Then she shot a quick glance at the Cardassian who was to accompany the captain, unable to entirely mask her suspicions.
Owens noticed. “I’ll be fine, Laas.”
“I’ll keep a security team on standby in the transporter room just in case it’ll be needed.”
“It won’t.” Wasco was unable to hide the slightest hint of a smile playing on his lips, clearly somewhat amused by Nora’s insistence.
“You do that, Lieutenant but I think the major’s right.” Owens left the flustered security chief alone in the corridor while he and the others stepped into the transporter room.
“What did I tell you about tempting fate like this?” Deen whispered into Owens’ ear as they took their positions on the transporter platform.
Gul Belore joined the others. “I admire her tenacity. It is almost Cardassian.”
Deen looked mortified. “Oh dear, don’t ever let her hear you talk like this.”
Belore offered her a smirk. “I can see in her eyes that she’s a warrior. Trust me I’ve known Bajorans like her and I have no intention of making them my enemy. Not if I have a choice in the matter.”
Owens looked at the transporter operator. “Chief, are we ready to go?”
Chow nodded in response. “We’ve received the coordinates and Valeria has temporarily deactivated their transporter scramblers, allowing for a beam-in window. Albeit a very small one. The local forecast is seventeen degrees centigrade with a one hundred percent chance of precipitation.”
Owens looked at his away team. “We didn’t pack for rain.” He shrugged and looked at Chow. “Oh well, I’m sure we’ll cope. Energize, Chief.”
The transporter process felt a spell longer than usual, likely a precaution considering the many scramblers on the surface which could interfere with the beam-in. Chow likely wanted to make absolutely sure they would re-materialize on the surface and have the ability to abort and bring them back onto Eagle if anything went wrong.
As far as Michael could tell nothing did. Instead he and his three companions materialized as expected on the surface of Valeria. However, perhaps not exactly in a location he had expected.
The first hint was the sensation of rain falling onto his head. They had not been transported into a building but into the middle of a large open area outside. And as Chief Chow had advised, a steady drizzle rained down on them from the gray skies above.
Looking around Owens couldn’t see anybody at first. Then he spotted a few heavily-armed Marines emerging from behind what looked like fortified barricades. Within moments the away team was surrounded by dark-clad Marines, their rifles held at the ready, they approached the away team from all sides.
“I guess you wish you’d taken up Nora’s offer now.” Deen spoke quietly at his side as she watched the Marines getting closer.
But soon enough the lead man lowered his weapon and indicated for the rest of his men to do the same.
“There is no cause for concern.” Wasco raised his hands carefully, showing the other Marines that he was not armed. “This is standard battlefield procedure when securing a landing zone.”
Deen shot him a worried glance as she raised her own arms. “We’re on a battlefield?”
He shook his head. “Doubtful. But better safe than sorry.”
“We’ve got a Cardie!” One of the Marines shouted and just like that the dozen men around the away team sprung back to high alert, bringing up their rifles but this time aiming them at Gul Belore.
Owens quickly took a step forward, raising his hands. “It’s alright, he’s with us and posses no danger. None of us are armed.”
“Show us your hands. Do it now!” The lead Marine was clearly not easily calmed as he kept his sharp gaze on Belore, watching his every move.
The captain turned to the Cardassians. “I suggest you do as he says.”
Belore nodded quickly and then raised his hands, making it quite obvious that he was wearing no weapons to speak of.
It wasn’t quite enough for the overcautious Marines and two of them very slowly and methodically approached Belore. While the others kept their rifles trained on him, the two approaching Marines swung their weapons over their shoulders and pulled out combat tricorders, meticulously scanning the gul from head to toe. And even that wasn’t entirely sufficient as one of them stepped all the way up to him.
“Do not move.” The female Marine put away her tricorder and then began to roughly pat down Belore, paying particular attention to his large, clamshell like armor which could possibly have hidden weapons or explosives.
“This really isn’t necessary.” And yet Belore endured the woman’s probing hands.
“Shut up, spoon-head.”
Wasco took a step forward. “Check the attitude, Corporal.”
She looked up at him, quickly recognizing his rank. “Sorry, Major, just doing my job.”
He nodded. “I understand that but this is a foreign dignitary under Starfleet protection. You will treat him with the respect he deserves.”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded at least slightly chastised and then rejoined the rest of her team. “He’s clean.”
“Not quite the friendliest welcome we’ve received.” Deen kept her voice low.
Owens didn’t disagree but could understand their caution. “These people have been serving on this world for nearly two years, fighting the Dominion and the Cardassians with little interruption. Given the circumstances their disposition shouldn’t come as much of a surprise.”
She nodded. “Should make them all the more happy to be able to finally come home.”
The Marines had now lowered their weapons and the highest-ranking NCO, a gruff looking Andorian sergeant, stepped forward. “We’ll escort you to the command post. Please follow me.” He turned and headed off without waiting for a response.
Owens and Deen exchanged looks but then quickly followed the man along with Wasco and Belore while the rest of the Marines took up positions at their flanks and the rear, keeping the away team securely cocooned within their formation.
Deen stayed close to the captain. She curiously considered her escort—none of which were making even the briefest eye contact with the away team—before turning to Owens once more. “Why am I getting the feeling we are being marched to our own execution?”
Michael Owens was not surprised to find Nora Laas waiting for him when he stepped out of the turbolift.
“Sir, permission to join the away team.”
He shook his head and walked right passed her. “Not this time.”
Of course the security chief was not so easily shaken and she quickly fell into step beside him. “Captain, I really think you should reconsider and let me come with you. Besides, I used to be a Marine, I know exactly how they think. I could be very valuable to you.”
“I think the major has that aspect of the mission covered, Lieutenant.” He shot her a cursory glance but didn’t slow. “He also has a personal relationship with the general, he served directly under him for a few years. In fact Lam is looking forward to reunite with him.”
She nodded as she had to concede that point. “Alright but you shouldn’t be leaving the ship without a security escort. It’s regulations.”
Owens stopped in front of the doors leading to the transporter room and then turned to regard the Bajoran. She had to be pretty desperate to quote regulations on him. “Lieutenant, we’re beaming down to a Starfleet Marines command post. We’re bound to be surrounded by dozens of armed troops.” He glanced over at Wasco who had followed him along with Deen and Belore.
Wasco nodded. “Hundreds.” The Marine regarded the still dissatisfied Bajoran. “You have my word, from one Marine to another, the captain will be perfectly safe. I’ll make sure of it personally.”
It should have put her mind at ease but it clearly didn’t and Owens knew perfectly well why. She took her job of protecting him extremely seriously and while she must have known, intellectually at least, that he was reasonably safe in the care of the Marines, letting somebody else but her handle his security simply didn’t sit well.
Then she shot a quick glance at the Cardassian who was to accompany the captain, unable to entirely mask her suspicions.
Owens noticed. “I’ll be fine, Laas.”
“I’ll keep a security team on standby in the transporter room just in case it’ll be needed.”
“It won’t.” Wasco was unable to hide the slightest hint of a smile playing on his lips, clearly somewhat amused by Nora’s insistence.
“You do that, Lieutenant but I think the major’s right.” Owens left the flustered security chief alone in the corridor while he and the others stepped into the transporter room.
“What did I tell you about tempting fate like this?” Deen whispered into Owens’ ear as they took their positions on the transporter platform.
Gul Belore joined the others. “I admire her tenacity. It is almost Cardassian.”
Deen looked mortified. “Oh dear, don’t ever let her hear you talk like this.”
Belore offered her a smirk. “I can see in her eyes that she’s a warrior. Trust me I’ve known Bajorans like her and I have no intention of making them my enemy. Not if I have a choice in the matter.”
Owens looked at the transporter operator. “Chief, are we ready to go?”
Chow nodded in response. “We’ve received the coordinates and Valeria has temporarily deactivated their transporter scramblers, allowing for a beam-in window. Albeit a very small one. The local forecast is seventeen degrees centigrade with a one hundred percent chance of precipitation.”
Owens looked at his away team. “We didn’t pack for rain.” He shrugged and looked at Chow. “Oh well, I’m sure we’ll cope. Energize, Chief.”
The transporter process felt a spell longer than usual, likely a precaution considering the many scramblers on the surface which could interfere with the beam-in. Chow likely wanted to make absolutely sure they would re-materialize on the surface and have the ability to abort and bring them back onto Eagle if anything went wrong.
As far as Michael could tell nothing did. Instead he and his three companions materialized as expected on the surface of Valeria. However, perhaps not exactly in a location he had expected.
The first hint was the sensation of rain falling onto his head. They had not been transported into a building but into the middle of a large open area outside. And as Chief Chow had advised, a steady drizzle rained down on them from the gray skies above.
Looking around Owens couldn’t see anybody at first. Then he spotted a few heavily-armed Marines emerging from behind what looked like fortified barricades. Within moments the away team was surrounded by dark-clad Marines, their rifles held at the ready, they approached the away team from all sides.
“I guess you wish you’d taken up Nora’s offer now.” Deen spoke quietly at his side as she watched the Marines getting closer.
But soon enough the lead man lowered his weapon and indicated for the rest of his men to do the same.
“There is no cause for concern.” Wasco raised his hands carefully, showing the other Marines that he was not armed. “This is standard battlefield procedure when securing a landing zone.”
Deen shot him a worried glance as she raised her own arms. “We’re on a battlefield?”
He shook his head. “Doubtful. But better safe than sorry.”
“We’ve got a Cardie!” One of the Marines shouted and just like that the dozen men around the away team sprung back to high alert, bringing up their rifles but this time aiming them at Gul Belore.
Owens quickly took a step forward, raising his hands. “It’s alright, he’s with us and posses no danger. None of us are armed.”
“Show us your hands. Do it now!” The lead Marine was clearly not easily calmed as he kept his sharp gaze on Belore, watching his every move.
The captain turned to the Cardassians. “I suggest you do as he says.”
Belore nodded quickly and then raised his hands, making it quite obvious that he was wearing no weapons to speak of.
It wasn’t quite enough for the overcautious Marines and two of them very slowly and methodically approached Belore. While the others kept their rifles trained on him, the two approaching Marines swung their weapons over their shoulders and pulled out combat tricorders, meticulously scanning the gul from head to toe. And even that wasn’t entirely sufficient as one of them stepped all the way up to him.
“Do not move.” The female Marine put away her tricorder and then began to roughly pat down Belore, paying particular attention to his large, clamshell like armor which could possibly have hidden weapons or explosives.
“This really isn’t necessary.” And yet Belore endured the woman’s probing hands.
“Shut up, spoon-head.”
Wasco took a step forward. “Check the attitude, Corporal.”
She looked up at him, quickly recognizing his rank. “Sorry, Major, just doing my job.”
He nodded. “I understand that but this is a foreign dignitary under Starfleet protection. You will treat him with the respect he deserves.”
“Yes, sir.” She sounded at least slightly chastised and then rejoined the rest of her team. “He’s clean.”
“Not quite the friendliest welcome we’ve received.” Deen kept her voice low.
Owens didn’t disagree but could understand their caution. “These people have been serving on this world for nearly two years, fighting the Dominion and the Cardassians with little interruption. Given the circumstances their disposition shouldn’t come as much of a surprise.”
She nodded. “Should make them all the more happy to be able to finally come home.”
The Marines had now lowered their weapons and the highest-ranking NCO, a gruff looking Andorian sergeant, stepped forward. “We’ll escort you to the command post. Please follow me.” He turned and headed off without waiting for a response.
Owens and Deen exchanged looks but then quickly followed the man along with Wasco and Belore while the rest of the Marines took up positions at their flanks and the rear, keeping the away team securely cocooned within their formation.
Deen stayed close to the captain. She curiously considered her escort—none of which were making even the briefest eye contact with the away team—before turning to Owens once more. “Why am I getting the feeling we are being marched to our own execution?”
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