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The U.S.S. Hunter's Director of Ground Operations is pinned down along with most of her staff...


Star Trek Hunter
Episode 2: The Colony of New Hope
Scene 5: Pinned Down

2.5
Pinned Down

Lieutenant T'Lok Smith was pinned down along with the majority of her staff, taking disrupter fire. They had hunkered under a pair of overturned armored ground vehicles in the middle of a bombed out neighborhood of crumbling and damaged low-rise buildings. Ensign T'Lon's team - four well trained young tactical specialists - all blended cardassian and bajoran - had grown up on the streets of a cardassian colony - unwanted by cardassians and bajorans alike. They were scrawny, tough and fiercely loyal to one another. Even clad in Star Fleet JAG uniforms with additional body armor and helmets, they still looked like street kids. Ensign T'Lon had easily been able to mold them into a formidable fighting unit.

It was a good thing - the assignment to help the Virtue City Police to control the cultural demonstration had failed. The protesters turned out to be armed to the teeth with cardassian disrupters and within minutes the police were either mowed down or had fled.

The street was littered with bodies - phasers and cardassian disrupter rifles lay where they had been dropped. Working as a team, Ensign T'Lon and her tactical squad had quickly driven the Iconoclasts from the street, but more than a dozen people in hardened positions in nearby buildings were still firing disrupters at the Hunter's ground operations team. When they had tried to contact the Hunter for beamout, it became evident their signals were being jammed.


"I don't get it," said Belo Reece, the oldest of the tactical squad members. "I thought the Iconoclasts were a peaceful movement."

Jarrong, whose features tended more toward cardassian than her three half-bajoran cousins, responded, "They were, until the Naturalborn and some related separatist movements started marching under the Iconoclast banner.. That is, if the Iconoclasts had a banner.." She completed her thought with a few phaser shots toward one of the hardened emplacements, only to observe the person who was firing at her get hit from a shot from behind him.

Ensign T'Lon also saw the shot. She turned to her commanding officer, "That was a Star Fleet standard issue phaser - I think it's Buttans."


T'Lok and T'Lon, while similar in looks, could not have been more different in personality. Ensign T'Lon was all vulcan. Lt. T'Lok Smith was half human. Both were slender, dark-skinned young women with long, straight auburn hair and strongly vulcan features, but Lt. Smith's expressive face displayed a wide range of emotions that her fully vulcan ensign effortlessly suppressed.

T'Lok looked out briefly, braving a hail of disrupter fire. "It is Buttans. How could you tell by the sound?"

T'Lon responded evenly, "Duration. Investigator Shran barely allows his weapon to engage. Investigator Buttans' discharges are somewhat longer."

A stutter of staccato phaser blasts brought the hail of disrupter fire to a sudden halt. They heard Shran's gravelly voice yelling, "Buttans, up!" then within a few seconds the old investigator joined the team under the vehicles. It took a moment for him to catch his breath.

"Need to get out of here while we.." Shran's voice was cut off by hundreds of small explosions and the rattling of small objects on the vehicles the team was sheltering under. Shran and two of the half-bajoran members of T'Lon's tactical squad attempted to return fire, but none of their phasers were working.

"Projectile weapons?" T'Lok seemed incredulous.

"Dampening field!" Shran was breathing hard and his voice was more gravelly than usual. "I thought I saw a damp generator being moved. Has to be nearby. We need some of those projectile weapons."

"Where would that generator be?" Ensign T'Lon scanned what little of the area she could see from their shelter.

Shran holstered his now useless phaser, then reached under the back of his large leathery overcoat and produced a very large handgun - nothing like Star Fleet issue. "Service revolver from my days in the Andorian Imperial Guard," he said in response to several quizzical looks. "That generator's probably on a roof - my bet would be the highest one so they could project emitters upward to catch any low-flying support vessels."

Ensign T'Lon gestured toward a nearby building. "T'Lok, if Investigator Shran can cover me, I can get up in there and try to locate that generator."

Shran looked at T'Lon's team, who had shifted their stances - ready to support her. He shook his head at them and gestured to his revolver, "Eighteen rounds. I can only cover one runner."

T'Lok did not hesitate. "Go!"


T'Lon waited for a break in the projectile fire, then sprinted from the shelter toward the nearest building. Shran stood up and fired his revolver, each shot deafening. The recoil from the weapon required him to use both hands to steady it. Each round exploded on impact, showering his targets with shrapnel. The firepower from the antique weapon was impressive. He ducked back down as T'Lon disappeared into the building.

"Boss," Shran was addressing T'Lok, "we gotta get outta here. They have a dampener, I bet they have artillery."

"How are you going to cover all of us?"

"I won't be the only one.. Your ensign picked up a band rifle in there." Shran cast an eye toward the second floor of the building T'Lon had run into.


Almost on cue, T'Lon appeared at one of the 2nd story windows with a cardassian band rifle - a projectile weapon similar to a machine gun. She opened up on the positions that were firing at the overturned vehicles.

"On me!" T'Lok commanded, running toward T'Lon's position. Shran stood up and fired his revolver again, sending people scrambling away from their positions with each hit. He was the last to join the lieutenant and her team inside the building. T'Lok and most of the team were already climbing a central staircase. Belo Cantice, the youngest member of T'Lon's tactical squad, was waiting for Shran, covering his entrance with another scavenged band rifle.

Shran heard a familiar low, percussive ringing sound ("foop!!") and something clattered into the room behind him. He leapt at Cantice, pressing her into a corner and ducking his head, covering them both with his overcoat as an explosion rocked the room.

Shran stepped back and flapped the coat, sending a number of small, sharp objects rattling to the floor. "Armored," he said in response to a quizzical look from Cantice. "After you." He gestured toward the stairs.

2.5


Chapter End Notes:

Character:                       Lieutenant T’Lok Smith (T’Lok)
Human Ethnicity:             Hawaiian
Additional Species:           Vulcan
Hometown/Homeworld:    Kawai Island, Hawaii, Earth
Introduced: Episode          2.5
Age when introduced:       27
Role:                               Director of Ground Operations, U.S.S. Hunter

Character:                       Ensign T’Lon (T’Lon)
Human Ethnicity:              N/A
Additional Species:           Vulcan
Hometown/Homeworld:    Kawai Island, Hawaii, Earth
Introduced: Episode          2.5
Age when introduced:       25
Role:                               Tactical Operation Squad Leader, U.S.S. Hunter

Character:                      Tactical Specialist Belo Rys (Rys)
Human Ethnicity:             N/A
Additional Species:           Bajoran, Cardassian
Hometown/Homeworld:    Cardiassia Imperial Outpost 19
Introduced: Episode         2.5
Age when introduced:       19
Role:                               Tactical Squad Member, U.S.S. Hunter

Character:                       Tactical Specialist Jarrong (Jarrong)
Human Ethnicity:              N/A
Additional Species:            Cardassian, Bajoran
Hometown/Homeworld:     Cardiassia Imperial Outpost 19
Introduced: Episode          2.5
Age when introduced:       18
Role:                               Tactical Squad Member, U.S.S. Hunter

Character:                       Tactical Specialist Belo Garr (Garr)
Human Ethnicity:              N/A
Additional Species:           Bajoran, Cardassian
Hometown/Homeworld:     Cardiassia Imperial Outpost 19
Introduced: Episode          2.5
Age when introduced:       17
Role:                               Tactical Squad Member, U.S.S. Hunter

Character:                       Tactical Specialist Belo Cantys (Cantys)
Human Ethnicity:              N/A
Additional Species:           Bajoran, Cardassian
Hometown/Homeworld:    Cardiassia Imperial Outpost 19
Introduced: Episode          2.5
Age when introduced:       16
Role:                               Tactical Squad Member, U.S.S. Hunter


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