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- The shuttle banks steeply over the wreckage of the starship, turning into
- its landing pattern and beginning a gradual descent. Within moments the
- pilot sets down gently on the tarmac next to what is left of the larger
- craft. You unbuckle your safety harness and lean towards the window for
- a better look.
-
- The 'Defiant' lays partly on her side at the end of the three mile trench
- that she must have carved during her forced landing. The exposed areas of
- hull show signs of the serious damage caused by the hit from the PDB, and
- barely anything now remains of the landing gear or either engine. Injured
- crew members are still being carried carefully from the broken shell of
- what was once a fleet flagship.
-
- The pilot opens the shuttle's airlock and disembarks. You follow him out.
-
- As you walk towards the 'Defiant' the sheer scale of the damage becomes
- apparent. With only one failing engine and virtually no undamaged
- control sufaces, someone managed to land this thing without adding a single
- name to the casualty list. Amazing.
-
- "Hello, Major."
-
- You turn to find Diaz watching you.
-
- "Hello, Colonel. Nice bandage." You grin at her.
-
- Diaz touches her head gingerly, but grins back. "Thank you. Nice heavy
- weapons arsenal. Where did you get all of that equipment from?"
-
- You look down at your assorted gear, reflecting that you are probably
- carrying enough firepower to raze a small town to the ground. But you
- have done that once today already. "Oh, here and there. Italy, Mexico,
- lots of places in between. This is your genuine cosmopolitan chaos kit."
-
- Diaz rolls her eyes towards the sky, still grinning. "At least when you
- were in constant danger you could manage to remain serious for a few minutes
- at a time."
-
- "Not any more. The game is over, as they say, and I am demob happy again."
-
- Diaz casts you a look that is half-frown, half-smile. "I thought that you
- wanted Admiral Raben's job."
-
- "Well, I've been thinking about that. All he gets to do all day is sit
- behind a desk and look at holos of his shiny starships. Not really much
- fun. The most exciting event in his normal day is probably searching for
- a pencil sharpener." Your grin is back. "I don't think that its really me,
- do you?"
-
- "I feel sure that the Admiral will be relieved to hear that you will not be
- taking over just yet." She smiles again, and her eyes wander to the
- 'Defiant'. "You did a fine job here. We would all have died if you had
- not prevented it." Her gaze lingers on the wreck, and she shakes her head
- sadly. "We only just made it anyway."
-
- "Whoever landed that thing deserves a medal."
-
- "I have already recommended it. She will get one, as will you."
-
- "I don't need a medal, Colonel. I'm not in the military any more,
- remember? I left once, now I'm leaving again."
-
- "No, you are not. Admiral Raben has asked me to set up a Special
- Operations team to deal with the remaining demon menace. After that the
- team will develop into an elite rapid-response unit, taking the most
- dangerous assignments in war or peace. I want you to come and work with
- me. I know your disciplinary record, and I am aware of the misunderstandings
- that have plagued you in the past..."
-
- "Misunderstandings?"
-
- "You know very well what I mean. They are not important, Major. I have
- seen you where it really matters - up to your neck in death and destruction
- and still joking about it! We both know that this is what you do best.
- Come and join me. I want you on my team."
-
- You look back at the 'Defiant', the events of the last few months playing
- over in your mind. She is right, and you do know it. Besides, where else
- could you go where they let you shoot things this much? You turn back to
- Diaz. She watches you expectantly.
-
- "Well, Colonel, in the scant few hours since I've known you you have
- managed to place me in mortal danger almost constantly, battling against
- ridiculous odds with little in the way of hardware or back-up. I've been
- shot, bitten, blasted and beaten, and now you want me to come and work
- for you full-time?"
-
- Diaz just grins at you, waiting for you to finish.
-
- You grin back. "When do I start?"
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