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In Memorium to the Military Soldiers and Civilian Police, Fire and Rescue workers who give their lives to protect us every day, we dedicate this first of the Memorial Day Defensive events to their spirits and courage. May their example inspire us all, and may we be greeted by them warmly when it is our time to also journey into the Undiscovered Country.







Contents

[edit] Setting the Stage

  • Stardate 58402.26, Sat May 25 2383 14:10:00 (Central Standard Time)

The incoming message shows a group of formal looking flag officers of the Maquis, primary amongst them is an Andorian of no noteworthy distinction aside from his crisp, ice-blue eyes that show only the coldness of which his planet of origin is known. The maroon trimmed collar and sleeves signifying that he works with the Special Security Directorate. Keeping a hand over the mic for a moment, as he speaks with General Terantin, the VIC and IC, and a dour looking Klingon. His antennae shift forward and back a couple of times, he nods his head and then straightens up to the podium to speak in a deep, resonant tone.

"Good afternoon, for those who do not know me, I am Brigadier General Bre Triellis. I will be brief before our illustrious IC speaks. At precisely 13:42 today, Miramak Outpost - a Colony of Zone 4 just on the Maquis side of Breen space - was attacked and destroyed. As far as we know, there were no survivors. At this time, SSD agents, in conjunction with Naval and Marine branches, are en-route to defend against further incursion, and to investigate and assess the situation. We will not rest until answers have been brought to light, so that the souls of those we know and loved did not die senselessly. And now, Force Admiral T'pek."

As the Andorian steps aside, he can be seen speaking with some of the other staff quietly just after an aide has passed a padd to him that he scans. The IC takes the stand. A tall Vulcan woman with ears only slightly shorter than normal walks calmly to the podium in a simple black uniform with insignia identifying her rank and position.

As she speaks, her even but melodious voice fills the hall, “We mourn our lost and even as we give them due honor, we know we can not sufficiently pay homage to the great spirit that led them to become colonists of a new world. It is with their loss we are all diminished.”

She pauses before continuing. “We will remember however, and in remembering, do what we can to honor what they stood for. We do not know who is responsible but we will find out.” The last four words come with a thread of steel, an absolute sense of confidence despite the half-Vulcan's best efforts at control. At 68, she is still young by Vulcan standards, and so control might be a bit challenging.

After a brief moment, she continues, “Your orders are being sent to your commands as we speak. I know you will protect, you will investigate and you will run to ground those responsible.”

She looks around, catching the eyes of the Commanding Officers and other Flag personnel. “Our thoughts go with you.”

Raising her right hand in a familiar salute, her fingers form the 'V' shape. “It is my sincere wish that you all live long and prosper.”

With that the room comes to attention as she steps away from the podium.


[edit] Breen Ships Intel Report #1

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[edit] Briefing and Outfitting - Operation: Obscure View

Vessels involved in Operation: Obscure View are to travel to M.S.S. Io immediately for resupply and distribution of investigative and search & rescue teams.

[edit] MFS Exploration

Answering the automated distress beacon of Miramak Colony, FCAPT Laury brings the constitution class vessel into orbit, scanning the surface. With the realization that the colony has been obliterated, he widens the range of scans, noting the presence of Breen troops as well as two of their ships attempting to hide their presence by keeping their orbit opposite that of the Exploration. With this knowledge, he sends an encrypted transmission back to HQ. Official channels are quick to reply.

With instructions to his crew to keep all communications SSD Alpha-Omega coded. Orders acknowledged, the Exploration monitors the communication relays, the Terran cloaking device in operation while searching the area for any other Breen ships. Not finding evidence of any more enemy craft in the immediate vicinity, First Officer CMDR Martaya strives to translate intercepted Breen communications. The Terran Empire computer system library possessing a bit more information than that of this mirror universe's Federation archives.


[edit] MFS Aurora

As the briefing ends, BDR Triellis looks over the PADD he was given by his aide, scanning it only a moment before leaning in towards the fellow staff members assembled with him. "We have discovered from the first to report at the scene, it is the Breen that attacked Miramak. Commandos are still on the surface, and have already established a base. Two ships are positively identified as Breen, but for the numbers of Commandos on the surface, there must be more ships currently on the move through the zone."
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Meanwhile, the MFS Aurora's exec, CMDR Rhym gazes intently at the view screen, seated in the captain's chair while her ears flick from the vocalizations emanating from the stations around her.

"Security details positioned and ready, phasers charged and ready, quantum torpedoes loaded." the deep tenor of a Klingon at that station announces, as another hisses sibilant over the comm, "Engineering ready for warp at your command, Ma'am!"

Another voice chimes over the comm, "Dr. Wyz reporting medical and triage stations and teams ready and waiting." while the Betazoid at the science station looks over to the XO with confidence clearly showing in her eyes.

Eyes narrowed slightly, the Caitian First Officer runs the pads of her hands over the smooth arms of the captain's chair, leans forward with emphasis and silkily drawls, "Ensign Cali, plot course for Miramak and take us to warp. We will rendezvous with the Duwamish Shuttle, en route, to pick up our captain." Silently, she prays that she doesn't have to go into battle with this newly designed, yet-untested ship without BGN Triellis in the center seat, her tail giving a slight twisting curl around her left ankle being the only sign of her unease.


[edit] MFS Compliance entry #1

Aboard MFS Compliance the Flag Bridge lights are dimmed to only a green tinted blue. A small group of Technicians, Analysts, and Tacticians are busy drafting last minute order modifications to deployment orders for Compliance Task Force units. Standing before a 3D tactical plotter, Admiral Ten of Nine looks up from scanning the multiple data-streams, "Connect me to CAPT Sandeen."

"Yes Admiral?" a familiar voice acknowledges. "Terry, I need you to take Serendipity out to Mirramak on a MCE mission. You'll need SEALS section 3-1 for support and some MCE techs. You are tasked with ############-REDACTED-#################. It will all be in your orders. I try to send you some recon support as well. Questions?" "No Sir, Admiral. I already have most of what you asked ready to go already." "Never doubted it, Check Six. We still don't know what we are up against. Out"

Send the designated orders to VP-16. I want them to support Serendipity. Eureka Maru will position herself to search the region for signs of our enemy. The remainder of the squadron will rendezvous with MFS Scavenger and standby to support Serendipity as needed.

[edit] Eureka Maru report #1

<<encoded tight burst transmission from vicinity of Miramak>>

Relayed by Raider/Trapper experimental Long Range Surveilance ship LF-9 "Eureka Maru".

There is a small fleet of Breen ships just outside the Miramak system, about 20 ships. On the planet's surface, under cloak, a base has been established for the Breen Commandos who are there. 20 Breen ships can be quite formidable. Proceed with utmost caution. Eureka Maru out.

<<end transmission>>

[edit] Eureka Maru report #2

(about 3 days later) "Eureka Maru.... Calling Little Dipper..." <<via tight beam broadcast using a string of remotely placed comm/sensor buoys>>

"Dipper here... send."

A compressed, layered data squirt spat and became silent. The Commander of LF-9 looked around the operations room at his crew after verifying the message was sent and acknowledged. "Good job, now back to work. Sensors, did anything stir out there as if they woke up?" "Negative CAP. Still asleep at the wheel." "OK, back to the grind and keep eyes and ears open."

[edit] MFS Serendipity MCE entry #1

Aboard Serendipity a final briefing was in progress. CAPT Sandeen was speaking, "Alright, between what we initially learned when we were ordered out, LCOL Preast, Eureka Maru, and Admiral 10of9's orders we now have a plan. Beneath the ruins of Miramak is a hidden MRL listening post. Command believes that at least part of the facility has caved in. We now have a rough map of the enemy placements and identified an approach to a concealed entry. Our task is to gain access, search for survivors, and recover data logs along with whatever computers we can pick up. Then we are to beat feet off planet with our loot and report back to home. Our SEALS section will assist with security and technical skills. Our MCE engineers will assist with entry and location of our mission targets. In and Out. Questions? <<pause>> No. Then lets get moving.... "


[edit] MFS Determined

What started off as a routine day in port quickly escalated with one announcement from the communications officer, LCOL Preast. "Skipper, incoming message from HQ. Audio only. I was directed to transfer it direct to your ready room."

"Let HQ know I am on my way, Comms." Colonel Preast manages over his shoulder as he leaves the bridge.

Arriving in his ready room, Colonel Preast receives the message. "Colonel Preast, the situation is very grave. For reasons unknown, the Breen have attacked and decimated our colony at Miramak, along with certain, ah, other assets with which you familiar due to some of your past affiliations. Two Breen ships have been confirmed in the area. No doubt they are waiting to see what our response will be. There are also Breen patrols on the ground. Sensors are detecting very few survivors with faint life signs. We need you and your team to get there. Now! HQ out."

The Colonel takes a deep breath, strides back to the bridge and speaks, "Attention on the bridge, we are getting underway post-haste. Get us on a heading to Miramak. I will give you further details once we are en route and well away from pier facilities. Stop within transporter range and weapons range of Miramak. If we are detected and anyone asks why we are stopped, we are having 'engine problems' and will get underway again as soon as possible. I may get, uh, called away. In that case, COL Bayonet, you will have the conn. I have to get ready." With that, he is off again.

The bridge crew shrug and look at each other. "A man of few words indeed," says COL Bayonet. "Helm, take us out."

"But sir, we are supposed to be waiting for the arrival of our new Security Chief, Mr. Waynie."

"Helm, I am well aware of the plan for the day. However, the Colonel said we go, so we go."

In his ready room, Colonel Preast does what he has done so many times before. Dressed in all black from head to toe, face painted black, with a black head rag tied on, he puts his V-42 knife in place on his vest. It was considered a relic, but he prefers it and has always loved its history; the Devil's Brigade in Earth's Second World War had carried the same blade. For the last step, the Skipper grabs his M2-43 rifle. "Marine, SEALS, Sniper and EOD. Some folks would say I'm gettin' too old for this...but I like it!"

Determined pulls away from port, making her way towards Miramak. But, just as Determined is making her way from HQ, a broadcast breaks through the professional silence. "Determined, this is HQ. All stop. I say again, all stop!"

Thanks to quick reaction by Mr. Bayonet, Determined is again at rest. "Your new Chief of Security, LtCol Hanie is arriving via runabout. The MFS Robert Speirs should be hailing you..."

"...as we speak," Mr. Preast (Comms) finishes the sentence. "Mr. Bayonet, the runabout has already arrived, deposited Mr. Wanie and departed."

"Thank you, Comms."

About this time, the Skipper arrives back on the bridge, looking more like a shadow than a person. "I have the conn. Doc, Comms, thanks for covering for me. I understand we have a new arrival."

"Yes, sir. Security Chief just arrived onboard. Mr Wanie."

Timing on the Determined being impeccable as usual, the turbolift doors open onto the bridge, and a new face appears. "Mr. Wanie, I presume? Welcome to the Determined," the Skipper growls as he usually does when in "blackout" mode. "I understand you have some...information and a project from your time with Starfleet. Looking forward to hearing more about it when the time is appropriate."

"Thank you, Skipper. I believe you will find my info and project, as you call it, most beneficial."

"I am quite sure. Thanks to some 'friends' of mine, I know about your previous activities," the Skipper grins. "Once we're underway and en route, we'll have to discuss things in my Ready Room."

"Aye, sir. I can tell you are a man of action. Rarely do I see the CO of a ship in blackout. Perhaps I could join you in your hunt...uh, I mean recon?"

Comms and Doc stare wide-eyed at each other, barely able to keep their jaws from hitting the deck. No one had EVER asked the Colonel what he did in blackout mode, although there was a lot of curiosity. To ask to participate was unheard of...but then again, Mr. Wanie had an air of mystery. Maybe he knew something they didn't.

The Skipper's eyebrows go up, then come down, and he snarls through a grin. "We'll see. Probably not on the initial trip, but we can keep it on the table for later."

"Understood, sir. Permission to take my position?"

"Granted. Now, let's get this underway...underway, shall we? Helm, take us out.

"Aye, sir."

And with that, Determined is finally underway for Miramak.


[edit] MFS Liberty

General Trentin Anara stalks toward the bridge of her vessel, the MFS Liberty, as her XO prepares the ship to go to Miramak. Her normally rumpled battle uniform being the least rumpled one she had, when one went to see their Coordinator they at least made an attempt. If she'd hadn't been in the area picking up new crew she would have missed the summons. Anara knew, however, a bit of what would be discussed and didn't bother with a dress uniform as she'd just be running off to help sort out some other set of bullies who decided they could just kick the Maquis around. She takes the side arm handed to her by the OIC of her marine recon unit; she hated not being armed, but the Coordinator's Security people always get annoyed if one was armed. “Make sure representatives from the MP unit are there. We're busy, but we have to take 5 minutes and work over our orders, or we'll pay for it later in blood.” The tall, half Klingon woman nodded before peeling off to see to her own duties.


She arrives on the bridge, nods to her XO who is talking to the helm officer, and opens a ship wide channel, “This is General Trentin, Miramak has been hit hard by forces unknown. Our job will be to help make it known, and hit them so hard they will feel it three generations back. All departments rig for max efficiency, check all systems. Senior staff meeting on the Bridge...” Hell most of them are there anyway. She preferred the armory but didn't want to take the time to pull people from their duties.

The OIC of the MP unit arrives, a slightly annoyed looking Romulan woman, followed by the OIC of the marine recon unit. Her Ops Chief is working a nearby station as her XO comes up to report they are heading to the coordinates provided. “Right here's the goals and what we know...” She never went into details on a plan; well she had one, but it was more important to be familiar with their abilities and the enemies in addition to the goals. To better be flexible as needed, especially since the way those goals could be achieved might change, and - in fact - frequently do. Trentin hates getting attached to plans she'd just have to change anyway.


[edit] Vessels Assigned to Operation: Obscure View

[edit] Units Assigned to Operation: Obscure View

[edit] Prelude: It's Always Darkest...

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The Chief of Naval Operations has issued orders for all vessels/units involved in Operation: Shadow Walk to travel to M.S.S. Io immediately.


[edit] MFS Dominator

It was a joyous occasion in the mess of the Dominator, which was out on standard patrol for once. The crew was celebrating the CO's birthday, as Captain Ryan was just about to take a bite of cake, the computer interrupts. "Incoming priority transmission from MFI HQ. Coded SOC, Directive Epsilon. Yellow Alert Activated!".

"Damn, and here I was getting used to being on standard patrol" says the Captain, completely saddened that he now cannot eat his cake. "Senior officers to your stations, computer decode message to my ready room and preset course to our destination, slip stream speed"

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[edit] Operation: Shadow Walk

In every operation there are many missions carried out by Special Operators that pave the way for the main invasion force. These run everywhere from simple reconnaissance to assassination of key enemy personnel, snatch of priority targets and even infiltration of the enemy's infrastructure, as well as reconnaissance of enemy fortifications and numbers.

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[edit] Vessels Assigned to Operation: Shadow Walk

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[edit] Units Assigned to Operation: Shadow Walk


[edit] Stage One: Shadowplay


[edit] MFS Aurora

The symbols on the padd in his hand move rapidly, Breen ships crossing into Maquis Space - the Badlands - on a heading for Miramak, the trajectory of a number of MFS vessels on the same trajectory. They were bound to clash just beyond the planet's second moon. Two of the Breen ships had already engaged the MFS Exploration, showing their presence only moments before by opening fire as they rushed from higher to lower orbit to come in at the Maquis vessel all the faster. It wouldn't be long before more of Zone Four's fleet were involved in that fight, though - much sooner than the 28 other Breen ships closing in on the same location.

In a sidebar of the padd's screen, the Andorian watched numbers and symbols scroll by quickly, taking in the reported movements of troops, both Breen and Maquis - whether they be MFMC, SEALS, or SSD - meeting amongst the dunes and lush oases, pitching short battles and skirmishes, only to retreat and fade back on the surface of this recently colonized world. The Maquis ground troops were hopelessly outnumbered for the moment, but General Triellis was well versed in strategy and the ways of the enemy forces of the Maquis, and knew that this was still anyone's fight to win. He also knew that there were tactics at work that weren't standard for Breen to use, as reports continue to fly upward along the sidebar of his padd. Many of the wounded and dead of the colony were booby-trapped, rigged with explosives. He considers which of their foes have fought in this manner before, trying to narrow down who it might be by calculating what each of them had to gain or lose by being involved in this current situation.

As Shuttle Duwamish slides neatly into bay 3 of the Aurora's hangar, he feels the familiar shift against his antennae of the ship going to warp. The captain rises, exits the small craft to join the saluting Gorn security officer who greets him and speaks in a soft but resonant commanding tenor, "Mr. Seurak, it's been a while. Are the troops ready for combat?"

Walking in step with his commanding officer, the Gorn nods once, "Yes Captain, all stations ready for battle. Commander Rhym noted that she is relieved that you have made it back to the ship before we entered the fray."

Both of them smile, the Andorian's antenae giving a slight swirl of amusement while a cold fire seems to ignite deep within his icy eyes, "Then have your team prepared to disembark once we reach the rendezvous, I want our Warbirds out of this action to go with the Hecate, and moving into Breen space to see if it's the Nausicaans, Orions or Remans that are putting us at odds with them, and why. Your orders and a briefing for the Hecates's C.O. are here."

With another stiff salute, the Gorn turns to carry out the orders given, taking the padd General Triellis holds out to him and hissing a sharp, "Yes, sir!" before the lift carries his commanding officer to the bridge.

Closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath before letting it out slowly, Bre opens them again as the lift's doors open, ready to take command of the Aurora once more.


[edit] MFS Determined

Straightening his uniform, LtCol Wanie approaches his new CO. "Sir, if I could have a word with you in your ready room, in private." The officer looks briefly around the bridge at the other present officers before returning his attention to the man standing before him.

The CO looks at his new Security Cheif and notices a look of pure focus on his face. "By all means, Colonel," Preast slaps the new officer on the arm and thumbs behind him towards his ready room. The Skipper walked through the ready room door and sits on the top of his desk. The Security Officer walks methodically through the door, looking almost more like a Vulcan than a human. "Wound a little tight aren't you?" asked Col Preast, with a smile crossing his face.

"Not really sir, just cautious. There is a difference," Wanie says with a brief smile that seems to be forced.

"Of course there is. So what is on your mind Colonel?" Col Preast askes, trying to push the conversation along.

Wanie motions to the chair in front of the CO's desk. The Skipper responds with a nod. As Wanie takes his seat, he begins, "How familiar are you with my file?"

Col Preast looks at the ceiling of his ready room and focuses on a spot as he recites the report he saw on Wanie. "You were with StarFleet's Marine units until an injury about 3 years ago. At that point, you took a position with StarFleet R&D, at the Jupiter Station, working on personal equipment. Weapons, armor, that type of stuff. You excelled in that capacity and were quickly moved up the ranks to your current rank. About a year ago, you defected to the Maquis. You have served with Maquis forces in numerous engagements and have been commended unofficially a number of times for actions taken during those missions."

Wanie raises an eyebrow slightly as the Skipper looks down at the officer and gives a brief grin. "Am I close?"

"Dead on sir. I guess I underestimated you" Wanie replies with a brief nod.

"I guess that is our first lesson we learned about each other. You don't underestimate me and I won't underestimate you"," grins the Colonel, still in all black.

"Fair enough, sir." Wanie responds, now looking a little more relaxed. "Part of my work was developing a new method of deploying troops to a planet's surface without the use of transporters or shuttle craft," Wanie begins as he leans back in his chair. "The method we went with was to design a suit that would allow troops to disembark from a shuttle at the edge of a planet's atmosphere, free-fall to within a hundred feet at which point the suit's inertial dampeners and field generators activate allowing the troops to soft land."

Col Preast sits with a look of surprise on his face.

"Once the mission is complete the suit's impulse pack takes the troops back to orbit where they are recovered via shuttle or starship".

"And what is the status of these suits?" Col Preast asks.

"One prototype is in existence. And it is in my possession along with all the technical data needed to duplicate them".

Preast sits there briefly realizing that the game has just changed.


[edit] Stage Two: Grey Horizon

[edit] MFS Aurora

Aboard the Aurora, General Triellis wonders about his Warbirds and the Waverider, concern only hinting across his face for a brief moment before his mind continues to assess the information being presented by the lapine-like alien before him. His antennae perk at one particular notation, "What was that, Lieutenant Hosh?"

"...the planet is a wasteland of sand dunes and dust, devoid of water except at the poles, the climate hot enough to make those areas like oases in a desert." the science officer continues, before looking over from the three-dimensional display that is projected before the captain and first-officer's seats on the bridge. Without missing a step, the Lippowhil reiterates his initial opener to the lecture of Miramak's surface."What I was saying, Sir, is that the Breen chose a harsh world to attack, particularly for their species. Without some sort of protective gear, you wouldn't survive there for more than an hour yourself, General, despite your hostile elements conditioning and training."

"I see." is the only reply given by the Andorian, his eyes quickly assessing the schematics of the 3D display more intently. As Lieutenant Hosh carries on with his briefing, Bre's tactical mind races forward, taking in the deltas and rivers that swath over the lush jungle regions of both poles, the northern pole to the west showing indicators where the colonists had set up their homes in small communities, and almost exactly on those spots where Breen commandos have already been reported by initial sweeps and scans of both vessels in orbit and surface teams already on Miramak. To the west of the northernmost settlement, a black spot in encircled by red, showing the area where the Breen surface units have erected some sort of barrier - a shield of cloak that deflected scanners from penetrating - but it was impossible to know exactly what kind of barrier, yet.

Like cuts across it's drier face, greater riverbeds show on Miramak's face etching their way to the southern pole of the planet where more lush land - much like Andoria - small but sweeping fat-grass savannas grow. Two colony comminities show there, a commando team in each spot, blinking to show that Maquis SEALS, SSD and Marine teams had yet to get "eyes on" to verify the enemy in those places yet.

Focus of attention was at the northern oasis-pole, where there were five settlements, only three of those confirmed "eyes on" with Breen commandos, through the SEALS and Marine teams already there. The Andorian continues to eye the points of confirmation, an oppressive aire beginning to surround him. "Commander Rhym will direct the Firebird and Thunderbird surface teams from the war-room, Corporal Ch'ehm and Lieutenant Krogg will be heading up those teams. I want the Thunderbirds to verify "eyes on" to see if there are Breen remaining to patrol those settlements." General Triellis points to the lower portion of the image, then completes his orders to the Commander and her team leads, "The Firebirds will be defusing bombs and working to rescue wounded nearest the abandoned MRL Listening Post that they can find. The rest of the bridge crew will be analyzing data... there's something else going on here besides a Breen attack, and I want to know what that is. Let's get to work!"

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[edit] 979th Warbirds, VSA

The Waverider class vessel sent eddies of particles swirling about as it made it's way through the nebulous drift that hid Maquis craft from this portion of the Badlands, allowing them to patrol the border of their territory easily from the Cardassian and Breen warships that attempted to keep the rebels at bay. A Breen scout-ship drew closer to the Badlands for several moments, then lolled it's way back toward the sector held by the Cardassian Empire. Continuing it's course, the Aurora's Waverider crew lets out it's collective breath.

"Anything, Corporal Heapes?" a small put powerfully built Human male asks of the Bajoran woman gazing intently at the display console before her.

"No sign of the Hecate yet, Lieutenant." the Bajoran answers quickly.

"Keep looking, Corporal." the Gorn officer, Captain Seurak, hisses, before continuing to issue commands, "Lieutenant Horner, continue to listen for any signal amidst the chatter."

The small man, Lieutenant Horner, gives a nod in salute to the Gorn. Picking up an ear-piece, he adjusts the frequency, pitch and tone at his station, tilting his head slightly to the left as his fingers move over the display.

Captain Seurak narrows his eyes, his fingers having nothing to do but grip the arm rests of his seat. Leaning slightly forward, the black tunic he wears rustles, the Special Operations badge and rank pin making a sharper tone than cloth on cloth. In the barest hint of a whisper, the Gorn prays, "Come on, Hecate, our part of the mission depends on you, too."

[edit] MFS Serendipity mission to MRL LP

Approximately 0300 local on Miramak somewhere near the northern polar axis a quiet humming noise disturbed the pitch blackened desert sands. From the approximate north the night was barely disturbed as the sound whispered along a dried rocky river wash and approached the extreme western edge of a huge oasis located in a rocky area covered in lush vegetation and low hills. Nothing was to be seen as the dried river bed gave way to a shallow stream that turned into a 80-to-90 meter wide river that twisted through canyons between the hills. Now an observer would have been able to pick out a cloud of mist traveling upstream, if there had been enough light to see. Just before reaching a moderate sized lake the trail of mist diverted into a branching watery canyon and disappeared at the end, along with the noise. Nothing else seemed to disturb the darkened night.



[edit] MFS Determined

Arriving on the scene, Comms pages the Skipper, who is still chatting with his new Security Chief in his Ready Room. "Skipper here. Go ahead, Comms."

"Sir we are receiving reports of the Exploration being engaged by Breen vessels. Casualty reports are still coming in. Also, ground patrols report booby-trapped bodies of the colonists, some with explosives."

"Acknowledged," the CO replies. Black facepaint hides a lot of expression, but it can't hide the eyes. He just went cold. Kill mode. "Mr. Bayonet has the conn. Chris, you are to provide any support to ANY Maquis ship that even feels twitchy, copy?"

"Aye, sir."

"Comms, open a private channel to the Sharkfin."

"Done, sir. Go ahead."

"Col Relyea, this is Col Preast aboard the Determined."

"Good to hear from you! I assume this will be a profitable venture. Wait, you have that sound in your voice...kill mode, right?"

"Rog. My security chief is here as well. I presume you are reading the same reports I am from the ground, as well as the Exploration...?"

"Yes. As the Earth expression goes, 'Dirty pool.' "

"As much as I want to hit the ground, my place right now is aboard my ship. Perhaps I'll get called away later for a ground run. I have a few...'options.' Mr. Relyea, could you join us in my ready room for a conference?"

"I'll be ready in 10, Greg, and will contact your transporter chief."

"Roger. Determined, out."

[edit] MFS Liberty

General Trentin Anara turned her XO, her lined face showing every one of her 42 years. She shouldn't technically be in the field. As an experienced General Officer there were other places for her but they had enough marine general staff coordinating this she wasn't vital there, at least in her opinion. And the little ribbon on her dress uniform jacket that proclaimed she was a Maquis from way back, a Maquis who had fought when all still were against them. Not many argued with that. She respected the chain of command, she just didn't accept stupid. Not for the first time she missed her friend McBane. She could of bummed an unlit cigar from him. She moved the helmet of the combat armor to another arm as she shook his hand, “Try not to ding my ship too badly eh Commander?” She asked Lt. Commander Korel Tan. He was an experienced naval officer who knew spacial combat well but she had to rib him a little.

"Not to worry," Lieutenant Commander Korel Tan replied, ignoring the jibe about dinging the ship. "I have no desire to take the Liberty into a head-on with any of those Breen battle tanks. I'm perfectly content letting the ground pounders have their fun. The Liberty will just stick to providing fleet communications and fire support where needed."

They went over the plan as they neared their destination. The Liberty, as a small but quick craft would act as support fire for the larger Maquis vessels. That was one reason why she was leading the 97th Marine Military Police Unit herself. Their 97th OIC was an amazing pilot who could make a ship stop on a bar of latinum if she wanted too. She would make the Liberty dance and the Liberty would need every step to stay ahead of the Breen. She was also forced to leave her OPS Chief on board, they had a good ops crew but the Chief was a whiz with communications and would be helping members of the engineering team hack or interfer with Breen communications even as engineering worked to keep the ship together. Everyone had a role to play especially the 21st Marine Recon Detachment, a small but well trained group that some on board had taken to calling “The General's Swiss Army Knife”, not that she got the reference but there it was.

The 21st would scout out targets for the 97th to sweep in and deal with. The General nodded and the Recon leader one 1Lt. De'zart, a tall Half Klingon Woman in her own armor jogged to a console. She tapped keys watching the screen intently, “Nearing target...LZ A overrun..LZ B...Overrun...LZ C...acceptable.”

“Go take a bath Lt...” The General said and De'zart's face lit up with a savage joy as she took in the meaning of 'go bathe in the blood of your enemies', Trentins way of saying she was clear to take her team and secure the LZ this one was near but not too near one of the main settlements where they hoped to find survivors and maybe a few prisoners for the SSD to poke at.

The recon unit was off. There was still heavy phaser fire when De'Zart called up on the tactical comm unit, “Come on in the waters fine!”. With a grin of her own she gestured to the main body of her troops and looked to her XO one more time, “Good Luck..” She told her old friend.

Korel shook his head, smirking at Trentin. "You're the one that's going to need the luck, Boss. It's not going to be a picnic down there," he trailed off, watching as the general joined the troops going down to the planet. Trentin waved to him then she too was gone.

[edit] Space Battle Fourth Fleet

For a detailed report on elements of the 4th Fleet, the makeshift fleet first sent to defend the attacked colony, go here: Fan Fiction/Memorial Day Defensive 2013/Elements_4thFleet_Space Battle

[edit] Stage Three: Voices In the Darkness

[edit] MFS Aurora

Coming into orbit of Miramak, the Aurora's captain issues orders even as they drop out of warp, the crew flying into action to carry them out. "Initiate scans, I want any anomalies flagged, checked and I.D.ed! Get our BB's on the ground and running, along with the Firebirds. And launch the Herons, I want 'eyes on' those southern settlements asap. Then get the shields up and tubes prepped."

As two shuttles make their way surface-bound to the northern hemisphere of the planet, a flight of six much smaller, faster Vendetta class fighter-craft zip toward the southern hemisphere on a different mission. The Aurora, meanwhile, moves toward the fray that is happening between the Exploration, Liberty and Breen Gor-Taan class battleships.

"We've found the diameter of the Breen cloak - it's a camoflauge holonet - on the western edge of the north-polar oasis, Sir." the Caitian operations officer calls over his shoulder to the Andorian in the center seat, an edge of triumph to his voice. "Good work, Mr. Cali! Send those coordinates to all active teams on the surface or en-route." General Triellis replies. "Already done, Sir." his first officer, Commander Rhym, offers quickly. With the narrowing of his eyes and a grim smile of determination on his features, the Andorian holds praise for the well-oiled machine that is his crew, knowing the battle is far from over.


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== Operation: Shadow Walk ==

[edit] VSA Warbirds - Waverider: Aurora

CPT Seurak drums his claws lightly on the arm of the chair he sits in, waiting as patiently as he is able. Every few moments, he glances to the comms station, where LT Horner gives a slight shake of his head. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the vessel gives a shudder as it's shields are modulated by a cloaked vessel bringing it under cover. "I HATE when they do that!" the Bajoran in the pilot's seat errupts into the beginnings of a rant before the Gorn and Human officers are able to subdue her tirade with a reproachful look.

Over the comm, the team is able to hear a familiar, cold voice, "Warbird One, this is Central, give your authorization code, over."

Without hesitation, the Gorn taps the miniature pad in the arm of his chair, hissing over the open communications line, "Scrambled 3-Echo-Tango-117, over." With that, he enters something more and waits just a little longer.

"Received, Warbird One. Authorization Confirmed, welcome to Hecate Fleet for the duration."

CPT Seurak looks to the large Lissepian to his right, LCPL Arkved, who stands slightly hunched so as not to hit his head on the ceiling of the cabin and growls the orders they've all been waiting to hear, "Alright, ladies and laddies, let's suit up! Be ready to transport into your Mekk, sans atmo, when the word is given from above."

[edit] Epilogue: Struggle Toward the Light


On Miramak, the marines were gaining ground now that the Breen camo-net was pinpointed. A hail of friendly fire came down with two squadrons of personal fighters - the new, sleek and deadly looking Vendetta class aerospace craft - streaking from orbit to destroy and route the invading enemies with phasers and micro-torpedos. Each craft unloading their arsenal on clumps of enemy forces.

On the surface, Maquis troops were being bolstered with Zone 3 and 9 regiments and SEAL Teams, beaming in like cavalry of old, appearing when and where things seemed to be at their worst to turn the tide against the Breen invaders. A Klingon Warrior in flag officer regalia, Bat'leth wielded one-handed to cut down a Breen before him, held a raised disruptor pistol in his other hand while shouting to the mixed-species team behind him, "Split their helmets like over-ripe Taggo melons, He'atlik, as a wedge... by the numbers! Q'apla!" With a savage cry, his team rushed into the fray, the blades of their weaponry gleaming with the eerie light reflecting from Breen visors that they met in conflict again and again.


[edit] Space Battle Fourth Fleet

Far above the planet, the Aurora took the heat of enemy fire of one craft off the Exploration long enough for her to return fire on the Gor-Tann class ship to bring down it's shields, with phaser-fire from another angle, the Lafayette caused the Breen ship to explode in a shimmering cloud of debris from a spread of photon torpedos. Four other vessels already long engaged with the other Breen ship soon found themselves able to begin assessing damage for repairs and wounded, the Impetuous and Heghnach fresh into the fight making short work of the tough Gor-Tann vessel.


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== Operation: Shadow Walk ==

[edit] VSA Warbirds - Waverider: Aurora

And far from this battle, another took place, an odd assortment of ships weaving between the Breen invasion forces, whittling down their numbers with a similar deadly rain of fire. Mekk teams skidded across the surface of ship saucers, wings and the odd angled struts of nacels, seeking the right moment to send magnetic mines or fire weaponry on the alien craft of the Breen to hinder as much as attempt to destroy them once the Gor-Tann shields were exhausted. The larger targets of the Hecate and Dominator keeping many of them from being noticed in the combat.

A small Waverider class ship swept amidst the exchange of fire, deflecting a pair of blasts from a Chel-Grett class ship, before swinging directly into the path of it's energy beam that had been intended for a larger target, the Hecate herself. The small craft's exterior lights and engines seemed to sputter and die, the pair of Mekk still clinging to it suddenly sent adrift as their own power was rendered inert. With a quick mayday to the larger Maquis fleet, the pilots were swiftly beamed out while their favored combat vehicles were obliterated by Breen phasers. Despite this, it was obvious the Maquis were giving as good as they got! In a matter of minutes, the Breen fleet was turning back toward their own region of space, a number of small hitchhikers attached to their hulls apparently unnoticed.

A soft voice cut through comm chatter with high security clearance, but still encrypted so eavesdroppers would not be able to distinguish the words spoken to the command vessel of the Hecate Fleet, "Mission accomplished, Sir. We'll rendezvous with you again at 1400 hours, in two days."


[edit] Debriefing: Summary Report to Empok Nor HQ and Coordinator Council

From the Desk of FCOL Bre Triellis, SSD Shadowgate HQ - Zone: CLASSIFIED
Stardate: 58592.72 (Fri Aug 9, 2383 08:15:00 Central Standard Time)

Surface teams responding to the devastation of Miramak are to be commended. While just over 60% of the colonists who lost their lives have been accounted for, 32% of their numbers were saved from Breen slaughter by KTF, MFMC, MRL, SEALS and SSD teams. Of the remaining 8% of the surface population, they are currently unaccounted for; it is believed that they have been taken as prisoners of war by Breen forces to work as slave labor.

[edit] The following units are to be commended for their efforts



[edit] Vessel Readiness Report



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[edit] Dark Retribution

Encrypted Log: 30997

Tier II - Eyes Only

With the information provided by the Serendipity crew, thus far, it is with greatest caution that I - as Special Security Director - must advise and urge the Coordinator Council to administer blood screens and psychiatric evaluations from the highest level to lowest, of all Maquis Forces administration staff and soldiers, to ensure the safety of all Maquis citizens.

REDACTED

Should we find ourselves as seriously infiltrated by enemy forces as Starfleet and the Klingon Empire have so recently found themselves in their war with the Dominion, it could easily spell the downfall to our way of living freely in our carved space of the known universe. Special teams are already en route to investigate the reasons for the Breen invasion, signs currently point to the Orion Syndicate; but it is no longer a theory that the attack on Miramak was unprovoked, nor was it through some mistake on the part of any Maquis delegation or representative traversing Breen space. As can be noted from the report I have given on the findings by the Serendipity crew and SOC agents, we have enemies that not only seek to infiltrate our ranks, but ultimately destroy our sense of security - such as it is - and our way of life.

Further reports from the SSD Office will be relayed only to those who undergo highest screening protocols - as my operatives and I have undergone by FADM(R) Johnson who has (as can verified through the enclosed encryption logs) also passed such screenings - conducted by my Deputy Director and his team.




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