This is just something I wrote last night before bed, so there might be errors and such. All I want to know if it has any potential to become a fanfic. Later I would introduce the ship and it's crew, and naturally there would be some friction between the task forces frontline men and Starfleet personnel on the ship, new enemy appearing from the depths of Delta quadrant, new allies, betrayals.. the usual stuff.
Star Trek: Phantoms
Prologue
The hallway was half-full of thick smoke that stung his eyes, making them leak as he looked for cover. He could hear the coughing and slight rattle and squeaking from the equipment of his squad. He heard the shouts of the Romulan guards as they closed in on his teams position. He signaled his men to get ready. ?Here they come. Remember, protect the target by all means until the ride arrives. Once I give the signal, regroup into the pickup location for beam-out. Do not, I repeat, do not pull off any hero action and stay behind to delay the enemy. Just provide suppressive fire and deploy more smoke screens to cover our retreat. Got that?? His team members nodded, steeling themselves for the firefight ahead. He checked his chronometer. 5 minutes until their ride out of this garrison would arrive. 4 minutes until he would detonate the charges that would disable the shield generator and enable the beam-out. If all would go well, there would be no casualties on their side. Then the Romulans bursted into the hallway, firing their disruptors at his team, which returned fire immediately. Romulan guards hadn't expected an ambush by a group this large, and they were defeated quickly after short but intense firefight. He checked his chronometer again. ?Okay people, let's move out. We got less than three minutes, and anyone who can't keep up with the rest can apply for permanent residence in the gentle care of Tal'Shiar. Formation Gamma 3, let's move.? His men divided into two groups, one into the front, one to the back as they headed to the beam-out location. Luckily, Romulan guards had become more careful after finding the bodies on the hallways, and smoke grenades kept the visibility low.
They arrived at the designated coordinates on time, but he did not receive a signal from the vessel that was supposed to pick his team and their target up. ?Defensive positions. As soon as you see any movement in the hallways, throw in the rest of smoke grenades and open fire. Don't let anyone through.? He bit his lip, checking his chronometer once more. They had already exceeded the time limit and he knew that every second brought Romulan reinforcements closer to capturing them. The men who guarded the hallway where they had come through threw in their grenades and opened fire, which resulted as yells of surprise and pain from the guards. ?Damn it O'Donnell, where are you..? Finally he got the signal and he pressed the switch in detonator, that resulted as muted thump and flickering of the lights as the shields and powergrid were disabled. ?Team, pull back! The ride is here!? His small group of combat specialists didn't waste any time as they regrouped for the beam-out. He actually had time to wave to the enraged Romulan commander who entered the room as the world was covered momentarily by the blue blur of the standard Federation transport beam.. just to be greeted by the sight of a captain and an admiral who had been observing the holodeck demonstration. His team snapped into attention despite being exhausted after the whole ordeal, and saluted the higher ranking officers.
?Commander Wulfricson reporting back from recovery mission, Sir. One unharmed target obtained, no casualties or injuries on our side.? Senior officers returned the salute, and the admiral nodded, extending his arm which the commander promptly shook. ?Congratulations, Commander. The demonstration was most impressive, and it is obvious that your men are ready for real action. What is your opinion, Kathryn?? Commander spun around and looked at the hooded figure who had acted as their target. She had removed her hood, and it really was Admiral Janeway. ?It indeed was convincing display of talent and situation management. As far as I'm concerned, Rapid Deployment Tactical Group gets a green light as soon as possible. All they need is a fast, strong ship that suits their needs and a base for operations.?
Wulfricson had no idea that Janeway had sneaked her way into this little project of his. ?Sir.. Ma'm.. I wasn't aware that my suggestion for establishing a group to solve crisis situations such as this had gained this much attention in the Starfleet Headquarters.? Janeway smiled at the young commander. ?Oh, we have been playing with a thought of task force like this for years, but there were no volunteers for such until you popped up out of nowhere. I did read your files and reports about the rescue operations during the Dominion War, and I recognized the potential you and your group represented, and combined it with our own idle pondering about this matter. And thats how this demonstration was arranged, and now I wish that we would've had such fearless and talented group during our little sidetrip in the Delta Quadrant. It would had been handy when we had to deal with Kazons and Hirogen hunters. However, there are still some issues to solve as Admiral Benson pointed out.?
Commander nodded. ?We indeed do need a ship with experienced crew and base for our operations, as well as senior officers to do all the lovely paperwork et cetera. I believe that these are matters that are your specialty, and if you really are serious about establishing this group, you know where you can find me.?
Janeway looked into Admiral Benson who nodded. ?Very well, Commander. You will hear our conclusion soon. Well done, Commander Wulfricson. Dismissed, and get some rest.? He saluted the admirals, leaving them on the holodeck and let out a breath he had been holding back.
Admiral Kathryn Janeway watched thoughtfully as the team and captain left the holodeck. ?So, he indeed can pull off a successful rescue mission that takes place in the middle of simulated Tal'Shiar garrison. That alone is impressive, especially since they don't have official training for such operations.? Joshua Benson, old, experienced admiral himself, nodded. ?That means also that there's no markings of such training in their service records. Should they fail in the mission, their losses would be noted as technicians and such, not as specially trained military personnel which would make maintaining low profile difficult.? Kathryn frowned. ?They also need to work as counterbalance for the rogue Section 31. Can we arrange equal equipment and such?? Bensons expression got grim. ?The old school representatives of the peaceful times will go ballistic, but I think I can arrange it. I have to call in some favors, and so do you.? Janeway sighed. ?I was afraid that you would say that. But the benefits will outweight the negative sides. Lets go on with this and see what happens.? Admiral Benson just grunted, following Janeway as she left the holodeck. They had a long day ahead of them.
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