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USS Accipiter - Buried History

Buried History - Chapter 6 'Digging for Answers' [contd]

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Beneath Mouyr City, Gedasada


“Doctor.” Janek held out a hand to lead the doctor away.

She protested and focused on the patient in front of her. “I’m in the middle of something here. This woman is days from death.”

Janek looked on at Donna with a wave of admiration. This woman had a warrior’s heart. Her strength and compassion were impressive. She was an unusual mix of fiery temperament and soothing kindness. Janek found it hard to reconcile her opposing character. She displayed such stark polar opposite characteristics. He wondered how the doctor managed to reconcile this split to her personality. No doubt, these attributes forever waged an internal war within the doctor.

“Come this way, I have more to show you. Plus doctor need to rest and you cannot help all these people.”

“I can try! And I can try harder if you release hold of my arm!”

He was not used to being spoken to in such a manner, yet he found himself letting her go as commanded. This doctor had a force of command even he did not possess! He who ordered countless deaths and compelled men to undergo suicidal missions.

“I understand your desire to help these people ...”

As Donna administered the frail woman care and the meagre medicines available she riposted, “Then you’d understand that I could do a lot more good here if you allowed me medicines and equipment. Holding me prisoner here does not help them.”

“As I have stated doctor, you are not a prisoner but I insist on holding you here until the evidence I talk of arrives.”

Finishing with her patient, Donna stood and faced Janek. “As I have stated, I’m a doctor not a conjurer! I cannot magic up the medicines I need to treat these people.”

“We never asked you to render any such assistance.”

“I’m a doctor, I’m obliged to help. It’s my solemn oath. You didn’t really expect me to just sit around until your ‘evidence’ shows up. What’s taking it so long? Not finished fabricating it yet?”

His mood darkened. “We are not fabricating anything. The records we have retrieved show to whom the call from the Tavro moon was made to before the explosion. However, an operative in the Jed’roc Province intercepted the communication. It will take time for him to reach us travelling through the tunnels. In the meantime it does not detract from the fact we know the Gedan were in actuality behind the moon explosion. We know it was made to someone in the Gedan government. When we have the evidence we will show you then and clear our name.”

Archly she replied, “That does not excuse you or your cause.”

“Why ever not?” He tired of debating with the doctor but she kept drawing Janek into another argument. “It proves we were used and framed by someone within the Gedan government. They are responsible.”

“They might have masterminded the explosion if your evidence is true. However, it was your people who carried out the attack, yes? They acted believing they were doing so in the name of your cause. They happily triggered an explosion that almost wiped out all life on this planet except for the fortuitous timing of orbital planes and what not!”

Grinding his teeth, he reined on his mounting temper. “Doctor, we are butcherers. You have seen for yourself the horrors visited upon the Conmenian people by the Gedan. You’ve seen these people as they have been treated, allowed to starve, permitted no medical care, mutilated and hunted as sport through the tunnels by rogue militia groups. You’ve seen the women who have been raped ...”

“You’re not so saintly either Janek. Putting aside the terrorist attacks you have carried out, the medical welfare of these people has been made a secondary priority to you. You don’t care if I treat them or not. You will not permit me to contact the numerous medical tams above and get help down to here. All because you want to preserve your location.”

“When the evidence arrives I will allow you to make contact with your ship. At that time you can have help come here. Until then we cannot risk our location being exposed and the militia men finding us before the evidence is in our hands.”

“How magnanimous of you. I suppose at that time you will have slipped away ...”

“To fight another day. To stop those who starve, murder and rape our children.”

Pet does not seem to be much older than a child. Yet you lie with her. How does that make you better than the Gedan? You abuse your authority as the ‘rebel leader’ to leer at and bed young female compatriots.”

“I took Pet off the streets where she was turning tricks. She even sold herself to Gedan militia and police constables. A far worse crime in the eyes of many Conmenian, who would have lynched her had I not intervened.”

“How noble and romantic. A story to read a bedtime. Your reward for your act of gallantry is to have her keep your bed warm. You’re disgusting!”

“Pet is not as young as you think doctor. I’m not a monster. She makes herself look so young. She uses it as bait to lure in Gedan militiamen. Then when they fall for her promise of a good time she slices their throats. A small back for the rapes she endured at their hands.” Donna stepped back appalled. “The innocent aren’t so innocent now, are they?”

“And your men still caused all this to happen. They thought they were doing as you bid. So they believed you capable of it. They believed taking innocent lives with the guilty was a small price to pay for revenge. You bear blame for this no matter the outcome.”

“Perhaps.” Speaking more softly, he continued, “I am not a good man. This I know doctor. We all make mistakes. We all have dark moments in our lives. Things people would sooner keep hidden, secret, buried.” Donna’s thoughts flashed selfishly to the revelation she had discovered about herself and the mystery of what it meant. What secrets were hidden from her by the altercation to her memory?

Unaware of the thoughts in her head, Janek continued, “I make myself a willing victim to my darker side. I must be the cruel master, the monster you perceive in order to help protect and yes avenge my people.” Donna listened, she did not accept nor approve, but she listened. “That is why I needed you. I needed someone who was a voice for the weak and innocent to tell the truth of what is happening here on Gedasada. We have our own mole within the Gedan authorities. He has been most helpful and useful. It was he who told us that you would tour the medical facilities as part of trade negotiations. We planned to take you to show you the truth of the Conmenian treatment.”

“That was why you were so prepared when I was there.”

“Correct, sadly for you, it was our intention all along to take you doctor. When the moon explosion occurred are plans had been scrubbed. We intended to take you or one of your medical personnel from the relief centres then. We had to adapt our plans but then one of our spies heard you talking to that man, Dr Medajalan, and ordering the Junsoon Medical Facilities opened to receive casualties.”

Donna’s mind buzzed at their intentions all along. Then noting the sudden fierceness of Janek’s voice at the mention of Medajalen she had to query, “What have you against Dr Medajalen? He did nothing to change the situation but he at least saw some of the injustices of the society towards the Conmenian. He is an exemplary surgeon.”

“I do not doubt the skill of his hand doctor. He used that skill to experiment and kill scores of our people.”

“What!” Donna found it incredulous. The man was perhaps weak willed and afraid to challenge the bigotry of the society he lived in but she did not believe him to be a murderer. ‘How much of what Janek tells me can I believe? He has his own agenda too.’

“Our source within the government has brought to light certain truths of the good doctor’s activities. Did you think our evidence against the Gedan only refers to the moon explosion? Remember we wanted to take you before that had even occurred. We have information pertaining to a facility where Medajalen carried out experiments, testing viruses designed to kill the Conmenian.”

“He engineered biological weapons?”

“Yes. All his words of wanting to help are a lie. He appears a liberal heart in the eyes of many wanting equal medical coverage for all on Gedasada. He only wanted easier access to kill Conmenian patients! You see doctor. The Gedan are capable of any evil!”

Shaking her head in disbelief, Donna protested, “No, no, that cannot be true!”

“Yes it can, and it is. I told you I wanted you to see more. We started getting reports some hours ago and now we have video footage to confirm the rumours.”

“What rumours?” Donna felt her heart beat faster as grew afraid of what Janek might reveal.

“Since you were taken a new medical emergency has emerged. The Federation do not understand it yet. They think it a by-product of the dead bodies and open sewage lines. Disease is inevitable with so many sick and dying in close confines of the medical centres. But they cannot comprehend one thing. Why is it only the Conmenian patients are getting sick? How are similar waves of disease breaking out all over the planet?”

“You mean there’s an epidemic!”

“Not yet, but waves of disease are breaking out across the planet. In each instance, the source of the disease is a medical centre. Medical centres visited by Dr Medajalen as the Gedan head of medical emergency.”

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Buried History - Chapter 6 'Digging for Answers' [contd]

USS Accipiter, Main Bridge


“Away team has beamed down safely Commander.”

“Good.”

Moira then frowned and added, “Commander, Captain Tiana is hailing us. It appears urgent.”

Nathan Forrest worried what now. “Onscreen.” The image of Tiana replaced the orbital view of the planet. A worried frown creased her smooth features.

“Commander Forrest, worries and urgency. Great sickness everywhere on the planet below.” She moved on to explain to Nathan how sickness had broken out at many of the medical centres but so far was only affecting the Conmenian. When he asked was there a way to cure the sickness, Tiana tried to be hopeful but she was obviously scared.

The communication ended soon as Tiana had more pressing issues to contend with. Her last words echoed in Nathan’s ears. Her warning clear that the sickness might spread and that the expertise of Donna Fichtner was needed. “Dr Fichtner needed. Her expert. Without all might die. We need ‘Fury’.”

“Get me Keresh, Moira. He’d better be close to finding Dr Fichtner.”

“Aye sir. Wait. I’ve got a communication from Lt Commander Dagon.”

Briefly, Nathan entertained hope. “They’ve found the Captain!”

“No, but it seems they’ve found something else.” Moira grimaced to dash his hopes.

“Put him through.”

She grimaced more when Dagon bore more bad tidings.

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Gedasada, The R'Uye Peatlands

“They’re all dead.”

Caitlyn coolly stepped forward to the macabre scene they had stumbled upon. Before her lay a torn landscape of peaty earth seemingly ruptured by the shockwave. Banks of peat lined ruptures led down to wet murky bog. A swamp of muck and foul vapours surrounding the heather topped islands formed by the cracked open ground.

Amid the murky pools and from the peat-lined walls, protrusions of twisted and torn limbs reached out in a futile escape. Mummified brown leather skin encased each body preserved in the bogs capturing the agony of their deaths. And horrible deaths they must have been. Mouths frozen in eternal silent screams could only speak of the horrors visited upon them. Deep eye sockets added to the almost skeletal look of the bodies and the forlorn desperation of the victims calling out for salvation before their damnation.

The victims were a range of bodies. Some small, some tall, some with missing limbs, some women, some men, some children, some babies, some clothed, some naked, some horribly mutilated, all hideously distorted by their death and the preservation under the heather.

“The question Mr Rowan is, who are they?” Caitlyn got to her hunches to get closer to the once entombed dead. The mass graves led into the far distance. The waft of warm air rising from the exposed and decomposing bodies and the warmth of the peat brushed her face. “And who did this to them?”

Dagon moved silently up to Caitlyn, the others choosing to remain a distance away from the scene. They both could understand that. However, neither officer appeared to show any emotion to the younger officers and enlisted who accompanied them. The sight in front of these young crewmembers was sickening but seeing their senior officers not react to the grotesque images made it even more sickening. One enlisted lurched and threw up prompting another to do likewise. Rowan Casey stared blankly ahead as he imagined similar scenes his father, mother and sister must have seen on Bajor.

“Mr Dagon please inform Commander Forrest.”

“What exactly do I tell him?”

Slipping down the side of the ruptured ground, her body pressed against the ground, her hands grabbing handfuls of heather as anchors she squelched down into the mud. “Tell him we have discovered the site a mass grave and I will be remaining to start the examinations.” She surveyed the bodies around her taking out her tricorder safely stowed at her belt in the climb down.

Looking back up at non-flustered Dagon she told him, “You will also need to tell him that this is not the Captain’s location. Might I also suggest Mr Dagon that you track down the Jem’Hadar position. They obviously detected the explosion signature too but have fully functioning sensors not damaged in the shockwave of the explosion they probably pinpointed the position more accurately than us. I should have realised the heat signatures could have been from an external source. I should have checked the heat signatures matched up with the explosion signatures.”

Dagon might have been unmoved by the acrobatics of the science officer whereas horrified expressions were painted on the faces of the others as they saw the ship’s second officer clamber down into the horrors. It seemed like utter madness to them. It was the action of a cold-hearted woman. How else could she so blithely, and so nimbly too, step into that murk?

“Perhaps, but then you would not have discovered them. The dead deserve recognition. I will go and speak with Commander Forrest.” Dagon moved a distance off and later disappeared in a transporter beam.

“Lt Commander Ryan?”

Distractedly she returned, “Yes Rowan?”

He gulped as he fought the compulsion to gag at the sights and smells Ryan seemed oblivious to. “What are you doing? Ahem ... What should we do?” Rowan fervently hoped she would not ask what he believed she would ask him to do.

“Oh! She looked back to see the small party remaining stood some distance off. Only Rowan had braved the edge of the opening Caitlyn had lowered herself into. She had almost expected they had beamed up with Dagon. She shuddered then at the fact she had accepted he would beam up leaving her alone with the world of the dead. But then it was not the first time she had crawled among the lifeless. As she waded up to her waist in the muddy waters and mummified remains, she heard the screams of her never forgotten nightmare. She heard the screams of the beatings, torture, rape and games played by the evil Cardassians on the crew of the Foxly.

“Do Rowan? We find out who they are, what happened to them, when it happened, and if we can why it happened. It is our job to find out all that we can.”

He spoke softly so as not to be overheard by the others. “It’s desecration of the dead. You’re wading through them as if they were nothing more than specimens in the laboratory to be studied. We should have more respect for them.”

Caitlyn gave him credit for vocalising his objections to her. The ensign was developing a spine. However, she was unswayed by his rather lame argument. “We are scientists Rowan. It is our nature to be objective. Whoever brutalised and murdered these people need to be held to account. They cannot speak but their voices need to be heard. In that way we can lend them the dignity and respect, they deserve. Someone buried them here wishing to hide them and the truth of what happened.”

She let her words sink in before she called the others over to give them a similar pep talk. All the while, she stood in the cold waters surrounded by the bodies.

One of the enlisted, Caitlyn could not recall his name, with trails of vomit plastered to the front of his tunic asked; “Don’t we know already who they are? We’re getting a clear picture that the Gedan mistreat the Conmenian. I saw it myself at the relief centres. This is the same ... well not quite the same but proves just how badly they must have treated the Conmenian in the past.”

“And it might possibly be fair to say so but that does not negate our purpose here.”

The crewman was unconvinced and wanted to get away from the nightmarish setting. “Yeah well there’s enough of an emergency situation here to contend with first. Deal with those situations first, especially since we know what’s pretty much happened. Then we come back and do as you say.”

“I respect your opinion crewman but facts are what matter. And the facts tell us something very different. These bodies are not Conmenian, they are Gedan.”

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Re: Buried History - Chapter 6 'Digging for Answers' [contd]

Ok, that threw me! Gedan? Hmm, much is afoot here. And they have their own version of Dr. Mengele? Gee, what a fun place you've created!;)
 
Ok, that threw me! Gedan? Hmm, much is afoot here. And they have their own version of Dr. Mengele? Gee, what a fun place you've created!;)

Yeah I really want to holiday there! :rolleyes: Glad it caught you off guard! Hope to throw a few curve balls but you tend to see most things coming Mistral.

Alas David, Not quite ready for the climax but hope these next few sections continue to ramp up things! Here's hoping :bolian:
 
Buried History - Chapter 6 'Digging for Answers' [contd]

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Gedasada, Chamber of the Prime Governor


“Ah Mr Speaker.”

“Vorta Keevan. You wished to meet with me. I apologise for the delay but we are busy with so many pressing concerns.”

“Of course, and I acknowledge the difficulties you are facing. With so many concerns it is easy to see why locating the Prime Governor and Captain Vaughan would be a secondary concern.”

The Speaker appeared bemused and laughed as if the notion was incredulous. Keevan detected the nervousness underneath the projected mock outrage that followed. “I do not know what you are speaking about. I do not like the implication of it either. The return of Prime Governor Hespik is crucial.”

The Vorta smiled benignly as if swallowing every word of the lies. First, Keevan noted the use of the Prime Governor’s name culturally never used. Second, he noted the defensive tone and the talk of implications when none were posited by Keevan. What the humans would call a Freudian slip if Keevan remembered correctly his vast reading on the Dominion’s foes.
“I mean no offence. Even the Federation, eager to see the return of their comrades have only managed to give us outdated information. We are eager to help but find ourselves hindered. It is difficult to comprehend how the location of the cave visited by the tour party is so hard to pin down.”

“In the aftermath of the explosion a lot of information has slipped through the cracks.”

Stepping closer to the Speaker, Keevan whispered softly, “Perhaps at this juncture the information may be located. It would be for the best.”

The Speaker was a polished politician for a decade. He was ambitious and had learned how to measure and read people from his grandfather, a former Prime Governor and the hero he aspired to be like. Attaining the position of Speaker at such a young age held the promise of his future. His handling of the crisis in the absence of the Prime Governor would stand him in good stead and see him elected to the seat of Prime Governor, the youngest ever. His eyes narrowed at Keevan and he read in the startlingly blue piercing eyes that the Vorta saw the duplicity in his own eyes. The Vorta knew that he was stalling. But he wondered at why the Dominion were so eager to rescue the Prime Governor and Captain Vaughan.

“Excuse me as I wonder why are you so troubled as to the fate of those in the caves.”

“We have a vested interest in those we wish to form closer ties with, such as the government of Gedan. Not to mention we have a very considered interest in Captain Vaughan. He and his ship have been an irksome thorn in the side of the Dominion. They have caused the death of two of our Founders.”

“Are you contemplating any action against the Federation on Gedasadan soil?”

“No, no, of course not. We are in neutral space and respect the sovereignty of the Gedan government. We do not judge others as the Federation do. I assure you we are interested in the recovery of all in the caves. If only we could have more accurate information.”

Keevan continued in an effort to win the Speaker over. “We wish to impress upon you and all those of the government of our utmost support. Understandably, we want to foster good relations with your government leaders and the Dominion. We believe it is a relationship more advantageous than any possible relationship with the Federation. Of course, the timing might be considered as not conducive to building any formal or informal relationship between us. But we can take steps towards the future and foster working associations, particularly with leaders of the future.”

This piqued the Speaker’s interest as he knew it was meant to but he could not help but rise to the bait. “Leaders of the future?”

“Well I am led to understand that Prime Governor Hespik was embarking on reforms regards the Conmenian. I would imagine in light of the evidence about the moon explosion and the Conmenian terrorists that he is going to fall out of public favour. Just who will the public and the government turn to for leadership?”

“Someone who has proven themselves in this crisis I dare say.”

“I dare say Speaker. And someone willing to do what is best for the planet and its future, whether that is aligned to the Federation or ...”

“The Dominion?”

Keevan smiled pretending to be bemused and complimented by the question. “Though undoubtedly the Dominion would be more assistive in your efforts to protect your world, just as we were for the Cardassians. The Federation of course will offer assistance but it will be a talking shop of endless negotiations chipping away at the safety and sovereignty of Gedasada.”

“So what do you ask in return? The Dominion do not offer their assistance for nothing. I know that much.”

“First, you tell us where we can find Captain Vaughan and the others.”

The question still troubled the Speaker. “Why?”

“To quote a human expression, ‘Ours is the reason to wonder to why’. You need not concern yourself with the why or wherefore of our intentions. You need only tell us where the caves are.”

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Gedasada, The R'Uye Foothills


Dagon beamed down onto firmer ground than the heather moss of the peatlands he had just left. He orientated himself after the beam up transit from the peatlands to the foothills of the R’Uye mountain chain. After the confines of the ship, the ruined cityscape and the cramped tunnels under the cities, it was a welcome change of scenery. Not that Dagon’s countenance showed any outward sign of pleasure in his surrounds.

Materialising beside him was the science officer Ignatius. Her Eurasian features wincing in the warm light before retorting to the normal stern serious countenance she bore. It did not stop her commenting as she took out her tricorder, “Huh, I thought most of the planet was covered in cityscape.”

“The mountainous terrain and nearby bogs probably prevented the spread of the urban sprawl.”

Dagon looked to the youthful Jimmi Ashcroft who had ventured the idea.

Dagon inwardly growled. He did not approve of the make up of his party. He wanted more security personnel in its make up but the crew of the Accipiter were spread out across the planet in different roles and operations. Dagon looked to his few security personnel. He nodded approvingly as they held their firearms ready.

“Let’s move on. Can you pinpoint the location?”

Ignatius held up her tricorder. She wanted to reply that it was her job but the fierce Trammealean scared the hell out of her. “No, the mountain is made up with a composite that interferes with scans. It probably exacerbated the difficulties encountered by Rowan and Ryan in their scans. It is confusing the scans of the explosion. However, I can locate the direction of the Jem’Hadar.”

Dagon grunted but decided it was the best they could do for now. Ignatius held the tricorder up to his view. The screen changed to show a topographical display. On it, their party showed as blue markers whilst a moving band of red marked the movement of the Jem’Hadar. “If we traverse up this rock face we can follow them.”

“No. We will not hunt them. We want to get to the Captain before them. What we do is go this way,” he pointed a large finger to the screen, “and get ahead of them. Where in your opinion Lt Ignatius do you think they are headed?”

“I’ve no idea.”

Dagon gravely corrected, “Yes you do. They are looking for a cave.”

Ignatius exclaimed as she realised what the security officer referred to. “So we examine the topographical information and try to figure the likely location of the cave.”

“Might I also suggest you try to detect the most recent landslide activity the explosion might have caused.”

Typing in a few quick commands and studying the results Ignatius conjectured, “Here.”

Dagon studied the screen carefully then looked up at the mountains. He had binoculars out ready for Ignatius to give a location. He zoomed in and saw dust rising from recent rock movement. He tracked back along the mountain and spied the Jem’Hadar troops running in the general direction.

“Can’t we transport to the site?”

“No Mr Ashcroft, the make up of the rock doesn’t just interfere with scans it also affects transporters.” Jimmi reddened at the admonishing from Ignatius.
Dagon did not allow for the pause.

“We have a lot of ground to make up. Move out.” He started at a fast jog and the party had no option but to fall quickly in line running and scrambling up the steep inclines and loose rock. It was now a literal race to get to the Captain first.

*****​
 
Buried History - Chapter 6 'Digging for Answers' [contd]

Gedasada, The R'Uye Caves

Vaughan knew it had been a risky idea. He knew it but had no alternative but to try the ensign’s idea out. He just didn’t realise how bad an idea it was. But in the instant the bomb exploded he knew it’s yield was much stronger than they had anticipated.

A disembodied voice spoke to him through the darkness. Vaughan sought to find his way to consciousness. Ringing in his ears and the afterimage of the blast helped Eugene to become aware of his returning senses. Nevertheless they added to his disorientation. “Sorry Captain.”

Sitting up carefully in the small confines of the area in which he was trapped within he took in the dust covered, bruised and battered form of Ensign Ramsey. His throat tight with dust vaughan’s croaked in response, “Sorry, Mr Ramsey? What for?”

“It’s all my fault. Using the bomb. All I’ve managed to do is cause another cave-in!”

Vaughan frowned, “Cave-in?”

Ramsey returned the puzzled frown. He looked around at their rock-faced prison. “Don’t answer that. I’m beginning to see the picture now Ramsey. What happened to the others?”

“They managed to clear the area. I’ve heard scraping and calls through the rocks. They seem to be ok. They’re calmer now that I let them know we are both ok.”

“Except I ache all over. I imagine it could have been worse.”

“We’re trapped again. I think that’s bad enough. And it’s my fault.”

“It might have been your idea Ramsey but I gave it the ok. Responsibility always lies with the Captain. Part of the package. Until you get your own centre chair you get away scot free.”

Tending to a laceration on Vaughan’s leg Ramsey snorted, “I don’t know about that, sir.”

“Well I’m concussed so I’m not making logic statements, logical statements, I mean. I think what I’m saying is something about the whole chain of command thing. Whoever’s at the top of the pile takes the responsibility. Might from your perspective seem unfair or uncalled for but ... some logical conclusion to that line of thought.”

“I think I know what you are getting at, Captain. But it doesn’t stop me thinking the way that I do. It didn’t stop my mom thinking the way she did.”

This startled Vaughan into an even more consciousness state. “Your mom, Sarah, she was in no way to blame for what happened!” Vaughan shocked himself with the forcefulness of his voice. “It was all me. And not just because of the whole chain of command argument I tried to make.”

“It was a rather lame argument.”

“Concussion remember. But believe me when I tell you Sarah had no blame.”

“I know. It was your fault. Or so you keep telling me and so Dad always said.”

“Well then your father and I agree on something for once.”

“My mother didn’t see it that way.”

“Guilt affects many of us, even those who share no blame.”

“But she did blame herself. She said she was the one who did it.”

Vaughan remembered the regret he had ordering Beth Lawlor to jump the Icarus to warp. It was an order that condemned millions of lives. It was why he took the controls and took the responsibility. He tried to explain this to Ramsey.

“Yes Captain but mom was the one down in engineering who actually had to make it happen. The Breconshire’s phaser hits had severed the command links from the bridge.”

“It was still my decision.”

“It doesn’t detract from how she felt.”

“And, I don’t know what you know about the circumstances, but we did the right thing.”

“She had to live with killing those people. She didn’t see it as right or wrong. She saw it as the extermination of a planet. Dad ...”

“Your Dad didn’t let her forget it either. He was bitter and he resented that she carried out my order.”

Gritting his teeth, Kurt angrily interjected, “Pardon me Captain but you have no right to talk about the relationship between my mom and dad. It was because of you that ...”

“No, no, it wasn’t. I am at fault for putting your mother in the situation she so regretted. Your parent’s break-up is down to them. I’ll take the blame for lots of things but not that! Ramsey was always pigheaded and stubborn and never knew what was the best for him.”

“And what about Mom’s death? Do you take the blame for that?”

“You have to understand Kurt that it was all years after. Starfleet had buried the events of what had happened. But one of the officer’s of the Breconshire had a well connected family that supplied Starfleet with duranium and other key materials. They managed to push for an inquiry into the Breconshire’s ‘disappearance’ raising the spectre of though events again. Admiralty managed to keep it behind closed doors but for those of us involved it brought it all back up. For your mother it was too much.”

“You blame her?” Tears welled at his angry eyes. Kurt gulped heavily and sobbed for breath.

Vaughan vexed too held by his anger and his tears and softly said, “She took her own life.” Vaughan’s words were like anathema to Kurt and he recoiled. Vaughan tried words to console. “Blame does not come into it. She was not herself. In those last few weeks, her spirit was crushed and it was as if she were but a shell. I blame myself because I should have been there for her.”

Vaughan held out a hand to Ramsey, “I hope one day you can forgive me.”

The rocks shifted then. Only slightly and then in a rushing roar. Kurt and Vaughan crouched covering themselves with their arms awaiting their crushing death. Instead dust and light spilled over them. Looking up white light poured though the heavy dust and silhouetted figures moved towards them.

Vaughan looked up at his saviours and gasped.

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USS Accipiter, Main Bridge

Nathan Forrest repressed an umpteenth shudder of revulsion. The reports carried back by Caitlyn Ryan of fields of dead made gruesome reading and her communications difficult to listen to. He was amazed at the strength of character it took for her to report back so clinically and unfazed. He was also slightly appalled and disconcerted at the stoicism displayed by the science officer amid the horrors of their discovery.

“Commander Forrest. We have a communication from the surface. It’s from the Office of the Speaker.”

“Put it through.”

“Commander Forrest, you trespass!”

The normally reserved Gedan Speaker fumed, his face red on the viewscreen. “Excuse me Speaker, I do not know what you are speaking of.”

“You are violating our dead. It will not be permitted.”

Nathan stood as a physical gesture of defending himself. “We discovered mass graves Speaker. We only wished to discover the truth behind their deaths.”

“The chapters of our history are not the purview of the Federation. Our butchered dead are not to serve your idle curiosity.”

Palms facing upwards and out to his side, Nathan presented himself as open and honest as he stood in front of the viewscreen. “I assure you we do not mean to cause offence. We only wished to discover the purpose of the graves, who they were and what happened to them. But not out of curiosity. We want to ensure justice for those buried there.”

“The lessons from our history tell us that justice is not always served, Commander. More to the point it is no concern of yours. Leave the site now. Or I will be forced to act.”

“Forced to act! What do you mean?”

“I will need to take the necessary actions to safeguard the burial site.”

“I’m confused. My science officer tells me these remains are at least several centuries old, if not going back over a thousand years. Yet it appears to all intents and purposes that this burial site has only been discovered by chance of the shockwave. The bodies dumped in the bog to hide the evidence. And yet you appear to know all about it.”

The Speaker stepped closer to the screen and laid his hands on the ornate table he stood behind with the seal of the Speaker engraved intricately. Leaning forward he added heat and venom to his voice. “I do not need to explain myself Commander. I am the Speaker. You will hear my authority and do as I say.”

The image of the Vorta sidled into view. “It would be advisable Commander, since our arrangements with the Gedan place our Jem’Hadar troops in charge of security matters. We would not like to see a confrontation between our forces. So far we have been able to keep the war out of this sad situation.”

Nathan was wide eyed. He spoke to the Speaker choosing pointedly to ignore the Vorta's threats. “Don’t you want to know what happened here? Who did this to your own people?”

Coolly the Speaker answered, “No.” A chill went up Nathan’s back.

“Moira contact Caitlyn’s away team.”

“You have five minutes before to leave the site. If your people are not gone in that time I give the Jem’Hadar soldiers my full authority to use force Commander Forrest.”

“There’s no need for force ...” Forrest looked from the viewscreen to Moira. The link was cut.

“What’s going on here Commander?”

“I have no idea Moira, no idea at all. But I do have a bad feeling, or should that be a growing bad feeling. The Speaker is letting the Dominion wrangle their way into the affairs of the planet and that cannot be good.”

“Why would he risk doing that?”

“He might be an unwitting quisling. Or perhaps not so unwitting a traitor.”

“The Dominion aren’t an occupying force though.”

Retaking the centre seat and gripping the armrests, he flatly stated, “Not as yet. Not as yet. Quick get me Caitlyn.”

Moira tried to do as ordered but then came her reply, “I can’t raise Lt Commander Ryan.”

“What? Hail her again.” Jumping out of his seat Nathan rounded the railings and took station at tactical to get a read out of the away team.

“I still cannot get a response from Ryan.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

Moira’s eyes widened as she read her scans and looking at Nathan’s perturbed features she saw the confirmation of his readings too. “The Jem’Hadar have beamed down a squadron of soldiers.”

*****
 
****​

Caitlyn waded through the bog her arms held high until she reached the area she wanted to search. Where possible she tried to keep herself out of the foul murk of the boggy waters. By how her long black curls were tied back and up on her head. Bungs for nose helped to stop her gagging but the filth and evil of this place permeated everything, her clothes, her hair, her skin, her teeth even as she could taste death in her throat. All familiar sensations.

All too familiar sights, tastes, smells and touch.

Groping along the peat walls to support her way through her mind flashed back to the Cardassian camps. The dead comrades whose bodies lay for weeks in the open mock war trenches the Cardassians made them run and play war in further study the Federation enemy. She remembered too the bodies of the Cardassians she had cold-hearted slain and hidden from the patrols. She remembered the open grave she and her fellow survivors crawled through on their bellies, over the dead bodies of friends, comrades, strangers and enemies, between the torn limbs, atop the gaunt blank dead faces staring soullessly up into the night sky on that the longest of nights, the night of their escape, the last night of horror. Except every night, that night of horror returned in her dreams. Nightmares. She only ever had nightmares now.

Suddenly she pitched forward! Caitlyn’s hand reached and groped for a hand hold and she fell towards the water. Her hand grasped another hand.
Steadying herself she turned to thank whichever of the frightened team with her who had grabbed her. But then she felt the cold leather skin she held onto. Before she looked she knew what it was she holding onto. Protruding from the peat wall and arm of a long forgotten victim poked out into the sky as if groping for freedom. Caitlyn shirked from the touch of its skin. In recoiling her foot snagged on another body and she almost fell again into the water.

Twisting to avoid landing in the water she grasped at the peat, its hold crumbling on her grasp. Flailing she staggered along the bank before a small form blocked her way. She could not bring herself to use the child’s body as a handhold. Caitlyn splashed down under the murk.

Coming up coughing and splurting she spat repeatedly and wiped her face, pulling off her gloves and discarding them into the bog so she could use clean flesh to wipe the muck from her eyes and nose. She started to shiver and her former medically trained mind told her it was not just from the freezing murk she waded through. Adrenalin and fatigue were taking their toll on her body. And then she realised her body shuddered as sobs convulsed through her. Each sob tearing at her chest.

With a defiant roar, she forced herself to stop and retain her composure. A battle of wills over her body and her wills persevered.

She looked back along the length of the ditch she trawled through. None of the others were about. None had seen her fall or lose her calm. It was a small victory but one she was glad to hold. A deep sigh of relief and then lungfuls of air. She spat once more. Caitlyn pushed herself off from the bank and stepped around the child. But as waded past she had to look back at the small form. Stepping close to it she turned the body over.

She saw the small face. Mummified and now quickly decaying in the water and open air, its innocent features had survived centuries to only waste away in a matter of weeks and months in these conditions. It had lain hidden here for so long. Buried history with its secret torment hidden from all. Few strands of her clung to the scalp and Caitlyn brushed them carefully aside like a loving mother from the face of the child. A girl. With that bone structure and undeveloped pelvis, a young girl at that. The top of her small skull bashed in. Defensive marks scarred her smalls limbs and several holes to the chest indicated possible stabbings.

“Who did this to you? Why did they do it to you an innocent? How could they do such ... evil? You deserved better.” Caitlyn stared down at the face with its empty eyes as if she spoke to a sleeping child. The child’s body rocked in her arms as she nursed it back to sleep. Tears came to her eyes. Pain stabbed her heart as she thought of her unborn child, the start of her family, taken by the Cardassians. Her Cardassian abortion. When she was a different Caitlyn.

She was a Caitlyn who practiced medicine. A Caitlyn who smiled and saw merriment, joy, awe and wonder in exploring space with colleagues and friends. A Caitlyn who believed practicing medicine was the greatest gift she could return to the Universe that had given her so much. A Caitlyn who was newly married and who only discovered her pregnancy days before the Cardassians came into her life.

She was a better person then. She was someone who believed in hope and goodness. She was someone who did not look constantly for the dark and dangers of the universe. She was someone looking forward to her future, with her husband and new family. She was someone who had never wished harm on another. She was someone unable to imagine the terrible revenge she now held in her heart, the terrible anger she wrestled with. She was someone who could not believe, even as a doctor, that the pain she endured each day could exist.

A pain tearing at her insides, clawing its way out, wanting to lash out at all those who had failed to keep her and her child safe, who had failed to come and find her, had given her up for dead and let her unborn baby to be torn from her womb as part of a twisted experiment. Tears came to her eyes again and she let them fall down her cheeks freely.

“You should have been safe. Someone should have been looking over you. They shouldn’t have let this happen to you. Where are your parents? Are they with you in this grave? Is that your mother? Your brother? Did your father die trying to vainly save you from this fate? Or were you abandoned sweetheart? Forgotten or left on purpose in a rush to flee the evil that visited your home? I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you. I would have tried ...”

The words of a poem came to her. She didn’t recall where her Captain Spako had come across it but Caitlyn recalled her former captain of the Hawkins telling her the words after Caitlyn broke down after years of bottling the pain up. An entity had attacked Caitlyn on a planet’s surface and feeding of her mental state it caused Caitlyn to relive her most painful moments. The Captain had no option but to mind meld with Caitlyn to counter the effects. In doing so, the Captain was privy to the horrors Caitlyn had seen and endured. Only then had the Vulcan discovered Caitlyn had in fact lost a child. As a means to acknowledge Caitlyn’s pain and loss, and the bond they now shared, the Captain had found these words from Friedrich Ruckert’s ‘A Song on the Death of Children’ and a silver engraved copy of it to remember her dead child and to use a focus in an alternative Vulcan meditation.

Recalling the words Caitlyn had spent months praying over afterwards, she whispered them softly into the ear of the child.

“In this weather, in this storm,
I would never have sent the children out;
Someone took them out,
I could have no say in it.​

In this weather, in this turmoil,
I would never have sent the children out;
I would have been afraid they might be hurt,
Now these are idle thoughts.​

In this weather, in this horror,
I would never have sent the children out;
I was worried they might die the next day,
That is now not a thing to worry about.

In this weather, in this storm,
I would never have sent the children out;
Someone took them out,
I could have no say in it.

In this weather, in this storm, in this turmoil,
They rest as if in their mother’s house;
Not frightened by any storm,
Protected by the hand of God”.​

“At least now you can feel no pain, no hurt, no grief. Rest in Peace sweet child of mine. Just tell me your secrets, and I will ... and I will make those who did this pay.”

On a bank above her Rowan Casey spoke softly, cursing himself for his intrusion and invasion of her pain. They had heard some rumours and tales of the torments endured by Caitlyn Ryan but Rowan was perhaps uniquely placed among the crew of the Accipiter in that his family bore pains from the cruelty of the Cardassians. He cleared his throat and called her name again.

Startled she looked up at him. To him she must have been a shocking sight, drenched in the filth of the bog ditches and her hair wildly brushed back from her tear soaked face. “What is it Ensign Rowan?” There was no bitterness or anger in her voice as she used the back of her hand to wipe her eyes and cheeks of the tears that had stopped.

Looking down at his senior officer, her dishevelled appearance, soaked to the skin and cradling the corpse of a child she had never been more frightened in his life, or more proud, or more disturbed. He knew then as he saw her face set in a determined, driven expression that he would never meet someone as brave, as pained, as frightening as the Lt Commander. He knew she was capable of anything she wanted. And with the hate that filled her, the things she might then be capable of could be horrible indeed. He knew too that the stories they had heard about what she had done to her Cardassian captors was true. She had made sure that each and every one them paid for what they did to her. That she had exacted her revenge, and had indeed cut the throat of each one.

“Commander Forrest was trying to contact you.” Caitlyn frowned and brushed her uniform where her combadge ought to have been.

“It must have come off when I went into the ditch. Give me a hand up.” He did so and as she reached the heather topped earth she asked, “What did the Commander say?”

“He said the Gedan have contacted them. They want us to stop. They gave us five minutes to remove ourselves from the burial site. If we don’t they’re going to send the Jem’Hadar in to force us to stop.”

“The Jem’Hadar!”

“Yes sir.”

“No!” She turned him and pointed in the direction she was looking. “The Jem’Hadar.” A troop of Jem’Hadar soldiers were headed their way. “Quick start to pack everything up. Start beaming up all of the evidence we have collected first.”

“Aye sir.” He and Caitlyn made towards where the central hub of equipment and evidence bags were gathered. They saw the Jem’Hadar pick up their pace and they did likewise.

“We’ve got to hurry.” Caitlyn stopped. She looked back to the ditch she had been in. “My tricorder.”

“It’s ok Lt Commander. We have gathered enough evidence from the others.”

“No. I detected remnants of a gas residue. It might prove that the victims may also have been gassed.”

“It doesn’t matter we’ve been told to pack up. If we don’t get out of here before they do they have permission from the Gedan to shoot.”

I’m not leaving the evidence of that little girl’s death behind!

Caitlyn considered the position. “Start evacuating the site now. All of you and all evidence that can be got. We’ve one minute before they reach us. You’re to go without me Rowan. When I retrieve my badge I’ll contact the Accipiter and you can lock on to me then.”

“But Lt Commander!”

“That’s an order. Go now!” She turned, ran and stooping to pick up a phaser rifle she ran back to the ditch. Even as she did, she heard the whine of the transporter beams as the evidence started its journey up. She also heard the calls from the Jem’Hadar soldiers and the trample of their feet as they ran across the heather.

Launching herself into the air she slapped down into the muck. The phaser rifle held high abover her head. She started tracking her path. She found the body of the child, now face down in the murk. I’m sorry. Then she hung her rifle up on the arm sticking out from the bank that she had grasped. Taking a deep breath, she dived under the murk and started scrambling about for the tricorder.

****

“Look First! The Federation team.”

The Jem’Hadar First looked down the mountainside towards the scrambling forms of the away team trying to overtake their position. He saw the way being led by a huge black furred creature. “Trammealean. It would be a worthy adversary. There would be honour and a challenge to fight a Trammealean. Their reputation as fierce warriors precedes them.”

“Do you wish to engage?”

“Our orders are clear. Get to the cave first. It is imperative that we do. We do not have time for pleasantries. Use a grenade. The rockfaces are unstable and we can easily cause a landslide to stop them.”

“As you command.”

****​

“They’ve spotted us.” Ignatius called between her deep breaths as she ran up the incline.

Dagon called back, “Keep moving.”

“OW!”

He stopped at the hearing of someone being hurt. He looked back to see his medic on the team from Captain Tiana’s crew nursing his ankle. Obviously twisted badly. “Mr Ashcroft, stay behind with the medic. Shoot any Jem’Hadar who come near you. Inform Commander Forrest of your situation. He might be able to lock onto you and beam you both up, otherwise await our return.” Dagon turned then and started the run towards the Captain’s position.

The medic quailed, “I thought the rock structure stopped transporters!”

Jimmi tried to reassure the medic, “Yes it does, but our communication badges provide an actual lock for the transporter beam that might help it cut through the interference.”

Jimmi looked up the hill and already a distance separated him from the search party. Suddenly a terrific roar and an explosion of rock and dirt from above the team smashed the side of the mountain. Then the mountainside came cascading down atop the search party!

****​
 
Aw Mistral - here's something to cheer you up:

What do you call a flying biscuit?

A plain biscuit!

How do you catch a squirrel?

Climb up a tree and act nuts!
 
Failing that, here's a look at my new 'book cover' for the story. It's a little simple and has no cast or ship in it but I think it works ok.

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Let us know what ye think. [The story cover rather than the jokes!:p]
 
Just getting caught up with the story. RL has been hectic the past month. This has been a great read!

I like the book cover, but it definitely needs a ship or something.
 
So glad i don't have to comment on the jokes!:)

Love the cover-if you put a ship in put it Behind the words at the top, like it is in orbit...
 
next part coming up. just a word to say thanks for the comments and have taken them under advisement. Unfortunately could not get a vessel to look right behind the letters Mistral which would have looked cool so have opted for a sovereign vessel we see from the aft approaching the planet Hope it works. But cannot treat us to it yet - that only comes as a reward for getting to the end of this chapter.

The next installments coming now. Hope they are exciting actions pieces. Let us know what you think. More to come but this is to do.
 
Buried History - Chapter 6 'Digging for Answers'

Beneath Mouyr City, Gedasada

Donna’s eyes were afire with rage and passion. “You mean to tell me that there is a contagion loose! Get me out of here!”

In his most measured and reassuring tone Janek replied, “I assure you doctor, down here you will be safe.”

Stopping short of literally slapping sense into the man Donna barked, “You stupid fool. I’m not worried for my safety. I’m a doctor, more than that I specialised in the identification and curing of biological diseases and viruses as part of my research. I’m the best god damned hope you have of stopping it. But you have me squirreled away down here where I can do no good.”

Janek steeled his thoughts as he restrained himself from backslapping the impudent doctor who dared to talk to him so. He was a dangerous man respected by his fellow insurgents and feared by allies and foes alike. “I think doctor you are over selling your skills. One doctor cannot save all of us.”

“I can bloody well try.”

The fierceness of her tone and belief had an almost hypnotic quality to it and Janek believed the doctor. He certainly doubted that she would give up without a fight. A quality he most admired. He found himself looking at the doctor in a more ... appreciative ... light. He thought to himself that perhaps one with such passion and rage would be a better companion to share his cold nights with. A fighter with a tenacity and fire to match his own. The doctor mightn’t have the youthful looks or the nubile body of Pet but she had a dangerous beauty of her own hidden behind a scowling face and defiantly crossed arms.

Taking his silence to mean he was unconvinced, Donna continued, “A teacher of mine, who became a colleague and mentor, and then a friend, taught me a creed by which I could go by. When I despaired of finding a cure, of finding a way to help those in need of my help; When I said that I couldn’t do it, when I used the excuse that I was only one person. What possibly could I do? You know what he told me? He quoted:
I am only one; but I am one.
I cannot do everything, but I still can do something.
I will not refuse to do the something I can do.


“I will be damned if I am going to let you keep me here any longer. You want to help your people? Then get me back to my ship.”

He tired of this endless debate. “We have to wait until we have all the evidence here.”

“You said yourself you have evidence already of their experiments carried out by Dr Medajalen. That’s our starting point. We use it to indict them.”

“What if it is not enough?”

Despairing of Janek’s inability to listen to her reason or the force of her arguments Donna bit down the tongue-lashing she would gladly have given. Instead, she tried a more conciliatory tact. She decided to have Janek convince himself. “Tell me what evidence you already have.”

“We have an insider within the Gedan government who has fed us the information we have needed for so long. He has sympathies to the plight of the Conmenain people and fears for the reputation of the Gedan if the government continues its policies.”

“Who is this insider?”

“I cannot reveal his identity ... to do so would jeopardise the evidence he has been able to gather for us over these last few months.”

“And I suppose it risks his safety too.”

Janek shrugged and coolly replied, “I suppose.” Evidently, the insider’s plight was not as important as the value of the information.

“Did he tell you of the evidence pertaining to the moon explosion?”

“No that was another operative. Our insider has been silent these last few days. We think he was with your Captain but the Gedan authorities are keeping tight-lipped as to their fate.”

“What actual evidence do you possess though?”

”Videos and images and files pertaining to everything from the remains of those they carried out their experiments on, the locations of the laboratories, the goons employed to carry out intimidation of Conmenian areas, the execution squads.”

“Where?”

From his pocket, he pulled out a data rod. “On this.”

Donna grasped for it. He pulled it away from her reach. “I don’t think so doctor.”

“Bloody hell! I want to help you! Don’t be a blasted fool. You might be a terrorist willing to die for your cause but do you have to make your people become the martyrs for their freedom?”

He stood stock-still unconvinced but unsure of his next move. Donna a one-time player of poker and a keen reader of people’s expressions saw the moment of decision was close to hand. So she adopted her conciliatory tone again and hoped this time she could maintain it. “While we wait people, your people, continue to die. The sooner we act the sooner we can stop them. The evidence you have here will bring them to account and the evidence of the moon blast will end the rule of a corrupt government. The longer we leave it though the longer you give them to regain a handle on the planet’s situation and allow them to hide or get rid of the evidence that indicts them. You also risk alienating the Federation’s support by appearing to be the terrorists behind the plot and by continuing to hold me. Let me make contact with the Accipiter.”

“You asked me here to help remember. You wanted me to carry the evidence back to my people. Therefore, you are going to have to trust me Janek. Get me back to my people. Let me help your people. I know Vaughan, he will help you and I will stop the disease. I promise you.”

*****​

Gedasada, The R'Uye Peatlands


Caitlyn gulped for air. Again, she threw herself under the boggy waters. Once more, she searched out her tricorder with its vital information with touch alone the water too murky and dark and foul to see through.

She grappled limbs, preserved logs of wood, remnants of hardier clothes – perhaps boots, buckles, belts. No tricorder. And the Jem’Hadar were now on the site. She could here them kick over the remaining equipment and searching for any Federation personnel. Her ragged breathing seemed to her a gonging bell alerting them to her presence but still she went under the water and frantically searched the muddy bottom of the ditch. The splashes indeed drawing attention to her location. The Jem’Hadar soldiers motioned to each other and started to move up on her position their weapons ready.

Eureka! She found the tricorder. Triumphantly she held up as she emerged from the waters gasping loudly for breath. Too late she realised her folly. The soldiers knew where she was and she had no hope of finding her combadge. And therefore no hope of escape.

****​

Gedasada, The R'Uye Foothills


Jimmy ran up the incline even as small rocks continued to spill down and dust clogged his way. Coughing he hollered for any survivors. Shouting into his combadge he yelled in a panic without rhyme or reason, nothing coherent, as he waded through the dust and clambered over newly fallen stones not even settled from the blast. Looking frantically and despairingly for a glimpse of uniform colour bands of blue, yellow or red standing out in contrast to the rock.

From the bridge of the Accipiter the voice of Moira rang through trying to get sense from Jimmi. “Come again Jimmi!”

“They’ve just all been buried under rock and stone! The Jem’Hadar they blew them up!”

“Ashcroft! Over here.”

His heart stopped a beat and then Jimmi smiling widely looked for the voice in the dust. He saw the blue collar and rushed towards Ignatius with two of the others nursed in her arms. One unconscious the other hurt but alive. “Thank goodness. I feared the worse.”

Looking around he worried, “Where’s Lt Commander Dagon?”

Ignatius pointed up the mountain. The form of the Trammealean was rushing forward unabated without a backward glance. “He just left you!”

“He saved our lives! He threw himself at us and even covered me from the rocks, that’s why I’m not in the bad way these two are. He’s gone on to get to the Captain.”

“Wasn’t he injured? What about the Jem’Hadar? They did this! They must have thrown a grenade.”

“Have you ever tried to stop a Trammealean? Only the Romulans and Klingons have been dumb enough to try to do that and they paid sorely for it. As for the Jem’Hadar I hope they meet up with him. Mr Ashcroft get these people back to the Accipiter.”

He watched as she got herself up using her broken phaser rifle to help her stand. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to need this.” She took Jimmi’s rifle. “After Dagon.”

“But...”

“Get them back to the Accipiter!” She started off, slightly hobbling but attempting to run. The race to the Captain was not over yet.

*****

The Jem’Hadar unit marched unrelenting. Then an almighty roar reverberated through the air and they felt heavy footfalls pound on the ground and then smashing through the trees the immense form of the Trammealean barrelled into the middle of their unit. The Jem’Hadar soldiers spilled in every direction like skittles felled by the Trammealean’s brute force. Before they could start to recover he picked up one of the rear soldiers and tossed him like a rag doll into the rock side. Huge fists smashed into the face of another soldier while his leg lashed out to impact heavily on the stomach of a third Jem’Hadar who coupled over and sank onto his knees.

Dagon then beat his chest and roared. A Trammealean warrior’s challenge. To the Jem’Hadar it might as well have been the threnody of their impending death such was the power of the roar.

The force of the roar rumbling through the rock the Jem’Hadar soldiers stood on. One of the more inexperienced soldiers took a slight backward step unsure of what the beast who stood in front of them was going to do. He slid out his kar'takin. Others standing now from the initial assault did likewise even as the Trammealean struck out.

Launching himself at two soldiers regaining their foot Dagon pummelled them to the ground. Then whirling round his great arms grabbed at another pulling the soldier down into a headlock, as Dagon took his kar'takin from him slicing through the Jem’Hadar’s ribcage. A Jem’Hadar charged but Dagon slashed down with the kar'takin at the striking arm. Amputating the arm at the elbow Dagon parried the weapon of another attacker before he returned to his amputated victim to slice his throat and just as quickly attacked the Jem’Hadar whose thrust he had parried. Advancing on this soldier Dagon scythed the air with the kar'takin but it was merely a distraction; lulling the soldier into watching the arm that held the weapon, Dagon swung his empty arm round to smack into the side of his opponent’s head. The soldier staggered and his grip loosen on his weapon, which Dagon quickly snatched up only to sink it into the Jem’Hadar’s chest.

Four soldiers now encircled him, their kar'takin poised to strike as they carefully sidestepped in an orchestrated dance to keep the Trammealean within their circling trap. Dagon turned on his foot meeting the eyes of each of his attacker. Whether they saw it as bravado or as part of a Trammealean warrior’s belief that there was great honour to be given to an enemy by meeting his eye it did not matter for they recognised the scrutiny of those looks. The beast they had trapped was measuring each Jem'Hadar; his strength, his footwork, his readiness to parry a thrust, his willingness to be the first to strike, which was the weakest of his opponents and which was the strongest.

Dagon betrayed no hint of the information he quickly gleamed. He saw the Jem’Hadar who had the most experience and most expert footwork and handling of his weapon. He saw which of the Jem’Hadar favoured his right foot, his left injured from Dagon’s initial assault. He saw the Jem’Hadar soldier who was the youngest and least inexperienced and yet was the strongest of the four. He also saw the remainder of the unit begin to form up around the circle ready should Dagon break out.

Facing the strongest but most inexperienced Jem’Hadar soldier Dagon feinted a lunge drawing the soldier to strike. Dagon sidestepped letting the speed and strength of the soldier careen into the injured soldier behind. The two of them crashed to the ground.

In sidestepping he brought himself closer to his greatest threat, the Jem’Hadar most practiced and most ready for any tactic Dagon might try. Ducking he avoided the slashing edge aimed at his neck. His elbow came up to hit the Jem’Hadar’s groin as the tip of the kar'takin he held stabbed this soldier’s foot. Ripping its keen edge out of the foot Dagon pirouetted to slice the edge into the rib cage and spinning again he found himself on the soldier’s other side and stabbed his stomach. Backhanding his huge hand into the soldier’s nose, he grasped this seasoned warrior’s weapon and now with two kar'takins he sliced the warrior’s chest before turning on the last of the encircling soldiers.

Dagon saw a new wider more numerous circle form around him and this last opponent. He dispatched the soldier with cruel efficiency by throwing one of the kar'takins and staking his through his face. Running forward he snatched it up again as the soldier fell backwards but not before throwing the other sideways unexpectedly to repeat the cruel blow with the same ruthless result on the recovering inexperienced soldier.

The unit facing him knew they had the Trammealean outnumbered and had the odds on their side. With logic they would just turn their rifles on him and eviscerate the security officer. But he had killed a number of their soldiers with a skill and an ease that demanded repayment and an honourable fight. And since they had entered the Alpha Quadrant the Jem’Hadar had heard of the ruthless killing machines that were the Trammealeans. They had longed to meet them in combat just as they had done so the Klingons. But where the Klingons were easily baited into a fight the Trammealeans remained locked away on their world shunning the outside galaxy. All except this warrior stood in front of them. Each Jem’Hadar soldier wanted the honour to fight him and the pleasure of killing him.

But it was the right of the First who stepped out to meet the Trammealean with his kar'takin ready. As he did, the Jem’Hadar with the injured leg reluctantly sank back into the ranks spitting revenge. Dagon and the First exchanged no words. Bith knew what was expected. They would fight hand to hand, one on one, without interference from the others until one lay dead. If Dagon’s blood was spilled then the First would have the honour of avenging his men and of fighting a Trammealean. If Dagon succeeded in killing the First, he was then fodder for the remainder of the unit.

****​
 
Buried History - Chapter 6 'Digging for Answers'

Gedasada, The R'Uye Peatlands

Caitlyn heard the soldiers approach. Any second now they would discover her trapped in this ditch with no support and with incredible odds against her. Looking back at her rifle she had only a moment to consider grabbing for it but doing so would mean precious seconds in which she would be discovered. So with no choice she dived under the water and started to ‘swim’ threading her way through the limbs of the dead groping for a way through away from the search party.

A soldier came and stood at the edge. He noted the rippling water and abandoned phaser rifle. He called to his senior. Quickly approaching the location the soldier told him of his finds. His senior’s mouth curled up in a sneer.

Producing his weapon he snarled, “What are you waiting for? Stop them!” The senior opened fire on the ditch. A final desecration to the graves of the hidden dead as they now exploded in fire and dirt. Huge geysers of boggy water fountained into the air by the gun blasts quickly joined by other soldiers.

Caitlyn swam frantically as the repercussions of the blasts reverberated through the murk of the ditch. She rounded a corner and came up gasping for air. Taking huge lungfuls she steeled herself once more to swim in the horrors of these bog filled trenches as the soldiers spread out to cover the ditches in continuous gunfire. She was a rat trapped in the sewers.

*****

Gedasada, The R'Uye Foothills

Ignatius gasped as she saw Dagon encircled by the unit of Jem’Hadar soldiers. She stood on higher ground hidden by the blind of trees Dagon had launched himself from. Staring numbly as his fate was about to be decided she saw his eyes meet hers. Brokering no defiance and no response, he was telling her not to interfere.

Ignatius put it down to his Neanderthal instincts as part of a warrior caste society. She raised the barrel of her rifle but still his eyes bid her not to interfere. She thought it ridiculous that he would place his safety in the way of a tactical advantage. But then his eyes darted in the direction of where they believed they could find the Captain. It suddenly clicked into place. He was risking himself in order to buy her time to reach and rescue the captain first. She silently acknowledged his implicit orders and with one last fitful look, she grimaced as Dagon and the Jem’Hadar soldier locked weapons in mortal combat.

*****

USS Accipiter, Transporter Room

Nathan Forrest charged into the transporter room as the last of the scientific team spilled down from the transporter pads. The room was filled with equipment and gruesome evidence from the burial sites. His eyes looked around angrily before he spotted his prey. Roughly grasping the man’s blue tunic, Nathan lifted him onto his tiptoes. “Can you explain to me where Lt Commander Ryan is Stevens?”

The ship’s archaeologist stammered in reply, “She went back to get her tricorder. She said it had important evidence sir.”

Shaking the man Nathan demanded, “Why did you let her? Why did you leave her down there?”

“She told us to go on. She ordered Ensign Rowan to begin the evacuation of the site. We had no choice. The Jem’Hadar were almost on top of us and were ready to open fire.”

“And where is Ensign Rowan?”

A technician approached nervously. Nathan noted the haggard looks on all their faces but he noted too the technician was without her combadge. “Just before the last of us beamed down he took my badge and said he was going back for the Commander.”

Regaining his temper, he more kindly asked, “Why on earth for?”

The transporter technician replied, “We tried beaming her up but only her badge came up. She must have lost it.”

Nathan in an exasperated tone answered his own question, “So Rowan’s gone after her!”

The technician offered, “With the interference from the mountains I can’t lock onto the Commander without a direct combadge lock.”

“Damn! And the Jem’Hadar are going to be all over that place. We’ve got to keep them busy.”

Stevens responded, “But we can’t risk sending down another team. We can’t risk an open conflict with the Jem’Hadar when we have all of our people across the planet, and a warship in orbit near a hospital ship.”

“The Jem’Hadar aren’t playing by the rules. They’ve attacked Dagon’s search party to stop them getting to the Captain.”

The transporter technician then called out, “Lt Nikochevski informs me that Ashcroft is nearing a position we can beam up from.”

“Clear the area and get them up.” Nathan charged back to the bridge but as he did an idea struck him. On the foot he called over the comm. to Moira, “Get me Harrison and Huyio.”

In a moment, Harrison came through on his badge as Nathan neared the bridge. “Commander Harrison I need you to buzz some Jem’Hadar soldiers.”

The Commander was intrigued and it sounded in his normally officious voice. Nathan explained the circumstances. “We have to try and avoid open conflict if we can. You are not to open fire unless fired upon Commander. But I want you to fly low and keep those soldiers busy. Huyio I need you in a runabout or shuttle to get there and beam Caitlyn and Rowan up.”

Both men replied in the affirmative. And Nathan hoped they had enough time before Caitlyn and Rowan were discovered.

****

Harrison twisted his Valkyrie fighter round and sped off in the direction of the R'Uye Foothills and Peatlands where the burial site was located. Over his comm. he instructed Chase Kershaw and Caigne to fall in with him.

“What’s this about skip?”

Harrison ignored the casual address from Chase. He would berate the smug and pretentious pilot later. “We need to make some Jem’Hadar soldiers lie flat on their bellies.”

“Oh?”

“Which will allow Lt Commander Huyio to sweep in and transport two of our people to safety. The Jem’Hadar have them trapped in the ditches of some bogs.”

The Valkyries tore through the skies racing to their destination. Harrison outlined their plan of attack to which Chase responded when asked if he understood, “We can’t open fire but we fly low and buzz the air. If fired upon though ...”

“If fired upon Mr Kershaw we tear the ground beneath the Jem’Hadar up with our firepower.”

“Sounds like a plan sir.”

****

Caitlyn hugged the walls of the ditch. Her breathing heavy and ragged. She looked desperately up and down the breadth of the ditch. The firing had ceased as the Jem’Hadar could not decipher if they had caught their prey or not. But the soldiers now moved about on the higher ground and sloshing waters told her in the ditches too. Intermittent bursts of gunfire told her when movement spooked the soldiers into firing and compelled Caitlyn to hurry on deeper into the labyrinth of ditches surrounding the islands of peat.

Slithering along the banks she stepped over mounds of earth and dead bodies. Each step carefully taken to limit the noise she would make as she kept a keen eye and ear open to hear the approach of the nearest soldiers. A splash ahead made Caitlyn freeze. Grabbing up a skeletal arm as her only weapon she held it aloft to crash down on the approaching figure.

She watched as the waters lapped pushed against the side by the wake of someone wading carefully through the water. Gripping the arm tighter she prepared to swing down and grab whatever weapon from the soldier she could. The figure came gingerly around the corner instinct almost overriding her senses Caitlyn started to deliver the blow but she spied the uniform and with relief and then anger she saw it none other than Rowan.

“Rowan! What are you doing here?”

He held out a combadge and looked abashed at her outburst. Taking the badge quickly she mumbled a thanks but he then informed her, “It seems we can’t get through to the Jem’Hadar. Whether it’s the proximity to the mountains or the Jem’Hadar deploying a dampening field I can’t be sure. You got the tricorder.”

“I got the tricorder but it will do us no good if I cannot get back with the evidence on it.”

Whump!

A blast from a Jem’Hadar rifle scorched past them and pulverised the walls of the banks further down. Caitlyn snatched at Rowan’s belt where his phaser was strapped. Swiftly she returned the fire and they both ran down another ditch as the sound of more Jem’Hadar soldiers came from all around them. They coursed their way through the waters splashing wildly as they ducked and dived from the lances of phaser fire from behind and now above.

The water blossomed into explosive bursts as rifles hits smashed into its depths. Caitlyn and Rowan hurried on vaulting over the submerged bodies in the waters. Caitlyn directed well-aimed shots at different pursuers. Most hit home. She fired quickly but her hand was practiced at this type of war fare and she had survived for years by her skill and bravado to turn and take aim. But Rowan called aloud in warning. Ahead of them four soldiers stood atop the banks of the ditch and readied to open fire.

Whoosh!

Two of the soldiers threw themselves to the ground while the other two plunged into the ditch as the Valkyrie fighter tore overhead. Its flight causing the waters to rock and throw up waves. Caitlyn stumbled over but hauled herself up quickly and fired into the Jem’Hadar soldiers behind them. Several quick bursts in succession that exploded the turf banks and the water and hit a number of the soldiers square on the chest.

Having seized the initiative after the surprise of the Valkyrie Caitlyn urged Rowan on down another ditch as she fired at the soldiers ahead of them. But the Jem’Hadar quickly recovered and started to return fire when two more fighters tore the sky asunder and caused the Jem’Hadar to duck.

“Run Rowan! Run.”

Caitlyn knew they were only buying seconds but they all counted if they wanted to survive. On she and Rowan rushed trying to put distance between them and the Jem'Hadar soldiers in the ditches. The fighters would hopefully keep those on top lying low but those within the warren of ditches would soon realise that they were largely immune from the fighters unless they opened fire.

“Prepare to open fire on the fighters.”

“But if we do they will...”

“I said prepare to open fire. Do you disobey me sixth?”

“As you command.” He stood then and aimed at the approaching lead fighter. The Jem’Hadar squeezed off a number of shots. Two of which hit home.

Harrison alarmed called out, “Are you ok Caigne?”

Over the troublesome whine of her engine and ignoring the black smoke from the nose of her Valkyrie she replied, “They scratched the paint work.”

Chase asked eagerly, “Permission to return fire sir?”

Harrison opened fire on the soldier himself his shot engulfing the soldier in fire and dirt as his body was vaporised. “Permission granted.”

Their world exploded in a cacophony of noise. Water jumped up from the ditches and the walls crumbled and imploded with the impact of heavy fire. Two Jem’Hadar soldiers crashed down on them from above. Caitlyn and Rowan plunged down into the waters with the Jem’Hadar. The water churned as both parties kicked and grappled for a hold.

The surprise on the Jem’Hadar faces told Caitlyn theirs was a lucky discovery and that they had only intended to avoid the gunfire of the fighters. She fired her phaser at one of the soldiers who fell backwards. The other soldier without his rifle threw himself at her tossing Caitlyn into the waters and the phaser fell from her hand. The Jem’Hadar forced Caitlyn to the bottom and holding his own head out of the water pinned her depriving her of air. She vainly struggled under his weight.

Rowan charged the soldier but a smart backhand sent the ensign splashing into the waters. Rowan’s world swam as he staggered back to his feet from the sharp blow. His hearing was muffled his vision blurred and his legs unsteady. Instead of attacking the soldier atop Caitlyn he tripped over to the soldier who had received the phaser blast. He couldn’t see the soldier but knew where he had landed. Rowan groped for his rifle and found it. With a defiant roar he turned back to the soldier atop Caitlyn and prepared to fire.

The soldier grinned in a macabre grimace as he held his kar'takin aloft and started to bring it down but not before Rowan fired. The Jem’Hadar ducked and rolled and the shot went past as he splashed through the waters. Caitlyn broke through the water surface fighting for breath and before Rowan could fire again or warn his superior officer the Jem’hadar grabbed her around the waist and hauling her to her feet he held his kar'takin to her throat warding Rowan off.

Caitlyn still fighting for breath could only struggle pathetically. Then her face went rigid with shock and fear as she stared past Rowan. He frowned and then realised there was someone behind him. He let his knees go weak and he fell down. He managed to turn himself and opened fire on the second Jem’Hadar he wrongly presumed was dead. The Jem’Hadar’s own rifle killed him as Rowan’s shot tore off his head. The kar'takin in his hand falling into the water followed an instant later by his headless body.

Rowan though fell too into the water. And the Jem’Hadar holding Caitlyn had only this chance to advance on him and jerked Caitlyn ready to slice her throat before stabbing the Federation ensign as he emerged from the waters.

But their world shook and the side of the bank exploded as hits from the fighters tore into the ground above them. Dirt and burning heather fell down on them. Caitlyn and the soldier were thrown across the ditch and plunged once more into the boggy waters.

Rowan gasped as he came up and looked around ready for the attack from the Jem’Hadar soldier expecting to see Caitlyn’s body fall to the waters with her throat slashed. Instead, he saw tendrils of burning heather and turf and churning water from the explosion. The whump of a Valkyrie sliced through the air and he also heard Jem’Hadar soldiers behind him. He spun quickly and started to open fire. He lacked precision but the soldiers dropped and hid from his gunfire.

He did not hear the soldier emerge just behind him his kar'takin ready. He only realised when he felt water droplets land on his shoulder from the kar'takin poised over his head. He looked back aghast as it sliced down.

Caitlyn propelled herself out of the waters and smashed into the soldier. She could not stop his blow but she could hope to deflect it enough to stop it being the fatal blow it was designed to be. The kar'takin sliced into Rowan's arm and he screamed aloud at the pain.

All three fell over into the far bank. Caitlyn grasped at the soldier’s face and dug her nails into his eyes barking at Rowan to shoot as she pulled the soldier back into the water’s depths. Rowan stalled and the kar'takin flashed as it came up out of the water and stabbed at his stomach.

Rowan lurched avoiding the biting edge but dropped the rifle.

Caitlyn let go and scrambled for the falling rifle. The Jem’Hadar soldier caught her leg and pulled her down as he pulled himself up and then dived for the rifle as it went under the water. He grasped it just as Rowan regaining his senses lunged for it too. His arm screamed with pain as he did so. The Jem’Hadar pulled greedily on the rifle and tore it from the ensign’s hands. He stood victorious and levelled the rifle on Rowan. His reptilian features flashed malevolently as he prepared to shoot then turned to confusion as he looked down at his chest.

Caitlyn grimaced as the kar'takin struck the bones of his ribcage. And then with a greater effort she pushed it deeper into the Jem’Hadar’s chest. He turned his eyes on her and stared incomprehensibly at the hatred, the fire and the strength behind those eyes of his killer. He fell backwards into the water.

Rowan let out a breath of relief but Caitlyn splashed around for the rifle. He looked back and saw the numbers of Jem’Hadar advancing on them. Their rifles raised they prepared to fire and ...

Whump! Whump! An explosion behind and then squarely on their position destroyed them. As water rained down on Caitlyn and Rowan the Jem’Hadar evaporated in the explosion. Then the tingle of the transporter lock took hold of them and they re-materialised onboard a runabout. The smile of Huyio Ferria telling them they were safe.

****
 
Re: Buried History - Chapter 6 'Digging for Answers'

A lot of action in this sequence. Good job. Say, do you use Word when you type this up?
 
Mmm, you have a number of sentence frags-WORD should leave a green line under them to notify you-I LIVE off of spell check and WORD grammar correction!
 
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