“ He never does…” Tigranian said lying down in the prone next to him. “I think Jem won’t let tonight pass quietly…” Unar answered. “Unlikely, Corporal,” he said scanning the dark treeline with his eyes. “Staying frosty, Sir,” Navallo asked, not taking his eyes off the sights of his pulse phaser. “How we doing, Gentlemen?” Commander Tigranian, the battalion commander, asked. “ Tango 3,” Navallo answered in the proper battalion password format.Ī figure jumped into the rear of their fighting position and slung his phaser rifle across his chest.
“ Foxtrot 2!” a familiar voice came out of the darkness behind them. But between the dolemite in the crust and their sensor scramblers, we won’t know where he is until those scaly bastards slit our throats.” “Not a damn thing…but I know Jem is out there…” “Can you see anything?” Navallo whispered. His assistant gunner, Lance Corporal Unar, scanned the treeline across the stream with his thermal goggles. In this atmosphere, the connections between the power cells and the receiver could corrode, rendering the weapon useless if not constantly maintained. The only sounds echoing through the warm, humid night air of the battalion assembly area were the chirping of insects, the slow trickle of the stream on the eastern edge of the perimeter, and the gentle splashing of waves on the beach a kilometer away.Ĭorporal Navallo checked the power pack of his heavy pulse phaser mounted on its tripod. Guada System: Iron Triangle, Cardassian Empire
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