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Stardate: 60298.1418
Setting: VENTURE CAPITAL: sickbay
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They just didn’t have the facilities to save the young Private on the VENTURE CAPITAL Maybe if they had been on the ANUBIS they could have saved him or had they had more highly trained medics they wouldn’t have been pulling a sheet over the young man’s face.
Prav barely supported himself against one of the bio beds in the small, makeshift sickbay as he looked at the shrouded body of one his men.
“Sir, you should sit down,” the Klingon said to her commanding officer.
He looked over at her, the pain of the loss, plainly evident on his face. “I’m fine,” he said as he turned away from the body. “I need to get to the flight deck and find out where we are.”
“Yes sir,” she replied and moved to allow him to pass by before falling in behind him.
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Stardate: 10298.1420
Setting: VENTURE CAPITAL: Flight Deck
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The two Ferengi pilots were visibly shaken with the events that had just transpired and when the injured Marine Commander entered the flight deck they became even more uncomfortable.
“What is our ETA to TOLAR IV?” he said as he took a seat behind the Ferengi.
The Ferengi glanced at the instruments and then turned to the two marines who had entered. “We are still about 45 minutes out but we are picking up several ships on our long range scanners.”
Prav looked at the Ferengi with questioning. “Is the TROJAN HORSE one of them?” he asked wondering why the pilot seemed so skittish.
He shook his head. “Not that I can tell, at least not yet.” Unfortunately the long range scanners on the VENTURE CAPITAL were not the greatest which at this moment was proving to be a major handicap.
“Is there anything you can tell me?” Prav snapped.
“I don’t know if these readings are correct,” he answered, not sure if he should report what he thought he was seeing or if he should wait until he was sure.
“What do they say,” Prav growled, answering the Ferengi’s inner turmoil.
“A ship just dropped into orbit around the planet. I think it’s Cardassian but I can’t be certain at this distance,” he said nervously.
“Cardassian?” Prav asked. “Who else has joined this little party?” he asked, his voice straining a bit as the pain killer was beginning to wear off.
“We are also picking up an Orion ship dropping out of warp, 56,000km starboard,” the Ferengi reported.
“Great,” Prav said, feeling the pain in his back even more.
Tes’Karka had remained standing at the back of the flight deck but was able to clearly see the ships sensor displays. “What is that?” she questioned, her eyes fixed on the remaining dot.
The Ferengi slowly turned around to face both the Marine commander and his Klingon sergeant. “I was just about to tell you,” he hesitantly said. “It’s Hirogen.”
Prav’s eyes narrowed. The ANUBIS should have picked up the Hirogen already, he thought to himself. Unsure of what was going on around TOLAR IV but he knew where he wanted to be. “Get us there in less then 45 minutes,” he barked.
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Matt Kelly (downwitmal@yahoo.com)
Writing for:
2nd Lt. Pravat
MCO
USS ANUBIS
