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current_story:these_are_the_times_part_1 [2023/01/28 18:10] – cromwellcurrent_story:these_are_the_times_part_1 [2023/03/17 03:12] – cromwell
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 Leon fished his phasor rifle out of the puddle in front of him as the squad of troopers ran past, their boots splashing water in his face with each step. Leon fished his phasor rifle out of the puddle in front of him as the squad of troopers ran past, their boots splashing water in his face with each step.
  
-"C'mon, Cromwell!  You're putting us behind schedule!" echoed the angry Texan voice as it moved away from him with the troopers.  "That looks VERY bad on my report!"+"C'mon, Cromwell!  Yer puttin' us behind schedule!" echoed the angry Texan voice as it moved away from him with the troopers.  "That looks VERY bad on my report!"
  
 It took Leon a few more seconds to shake the excess mud off his weapon and check for its operability by tilting it on its side and analyzing the readouts.  He really didn't have to, since Starfleet hand weaponry were designed to handle the most brutal conditions, but his decades-old training on the older Type 3 rifles in the 2260s told him to double check.  As he could hear Hendrix's gruff diatribe to the hazard team down the path, Leon was hesitant to move on before slogging himself out of the muck.  After a moment, he clumsily trotted up to the assembled troopers, taking his place near one of the ensigns who formed the lead end of a squad formation. It took Leon a few more seconds to shake the excess mud off his weapon and check for its operability by tilting it on its side and analyzing the readouts.  He really didn't have to, since Starfleet hand weaponry were designed to handle the most brutal conditions, but his decades-old training on the older Type 3 rifles in the 2260s told him to double check.  As he could hear Hendrix's gruff diatribe to the hazard team down the path, Leon was hesitant to move on before slogging himself out of the muck.  After a moment, he clumsily trotted up to the assembled troopers, taking his place near one of the ensigns who formed the lead end of a squad formation.
  
-"That was PITIFUL!" shouted Hendrix angrily, walking back and forth in front of the line of soldiers standing at attention.  "Absolutely PITIFUL!"  The rain did not let up, and as it collected on the commander's wide-brimmed ranchers hat, it poured off the back in a steady current while he whipped his head from side to side, glaring at each trooper in front of him.  "Your approach to the bunker was slow, your battle wedge formation was broken up in three places, and some idiot blew up the wrong cave!  Who WAS that?  Johnson?" he targeted one of the troops.  "Was it you YOU?  Were YOU the one who tossed that photon grenade in the wrong direction??"+"That was PITIFUL!" shouted Hendrix angrily, walking back and forth in front of the line of soldiers standing at attention.  "Absolutely PITIFUL!"  The rain did not let up, and as it collected on the commander's wide-brimmed ranchers hat, it poured off the back in a steady current while he whipped his head from side to side, glaring at each trooper in front of him.  "Yer approach to the bunker was slow, yer battle wedge formation was broken up in three places, and some idiot blew up the wrong cave!  Who WAS that?  Johnson?" he targeted one of the troops.  "Was it you YOU?  Were YOU the one who tossed that photon grenade in the wrong direction??"
  
 "No sir!" the nervous youth shouted back.  The burly young man was hardly in his late teens, but bore a stolid demeanor. "No sir!" the nervous youth shouted back.  The burly young man was hardly in his late teens, but bore a stolid demeanor.
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 "Corps of Engineers?" Leon completed the acronym himself, causing Hendrix to offer a short nod in confirmation.  "So, you told her you were with the combat engineers?  Why would you do that?  Most of the crew already thinks you're Starfleet Marines." "Corps of Engineers?" Leon completed the acronym himself, causing Hendrix to offer a short nod in confirmation.  "So, you told her you were with the combat engineers?  Why would you do that?  Most of the crew already thinks you're Starfleet Marines."
  
-"Agreed," Hendrix replied slyly.  "Which is exactly what I wanted.  More importantly, it threw off Roth-Dorian and made her think that I'm from the See-Eye-See."+"Agreed," Hendrix replied slyly.  "Which is exactly what I wanted.  More importantly, it threw off Roth-Dorian and made her think I'm from the See-Eye-See."
  
 "The CIC?" Leon asked, even more dumfounded than before.  "Fleet Admiral Kaito's command group to the president?" "The CIC?" Leon asked, even more dumfounded than before.  "Fleet Admiral Kaito's command group to the president?"
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 "Where ARE we going?" Leon responded in an even quieter tone than Hendrix was using, hoping glean a pearl of wisdom from the Texan's subterfuge. "Where ARE we going?" Leon responded in an even quieter tone than Hendrix was using, hoping glean a pearl of wisdom from the Texan's subterfuge.
  
-"It's right up your alley," smiled Hendrix with a grin that bordered on toxic.  A flash of lightning flickered across the sky and reflected off his teeth.  "We're taking you home to Cestus Three, doctor.  We're taking the colony back from the Gorns."+"It's right up yer alley," smiled Hendrix with a grin that bordered on toxic.  A flash of lightning flickered across the sky and reflected off his teeth.  "We're taking you home to Cestus Three, doc.  We're taking the colony back from the Gorns."
  
 The registration of thunder rumbled across the holographic valley as a swelling of emotions roiled within Leon.  Strangely, it didn't matter to him anymore that the invasion may have violated some sort of obscure interstellar law or Starfleet directive.  What mattered to him was that he was finally going home... making everything that he had sacrificed up to now worth it. The registration of thunder rumbled across the holographic valley as a swelling of emotions roiled within Leon.  Strangely, it didn't matter to him anymore that the invasion may have violated some sort of obscure interstellar law or Starfleet directive.  What mattered to him was that he was finally going home... making everything that he had sacrificed up to now worth it.
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 "He hasn't got hours!" "He hasn't got hours!"
  
-//(to be continued)//+//([[current_story:these_are_the_times_part_2|to be continued]])//
  
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