The Relationship Between War And Madness
Author: The Passionate Admiral
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. I just providing an insight on what the effects of war may have had on everyone present at AR-558.
The Stand of AR-558
They waited. Several of them had less than an hour left to live. But in actuality their lives meant little to them compared to their mission there. They had made it through many long weeks, and now the efforts of their work were going to meet their final test. Would all of them die with their efforts being in vain, or would enough of them survive to see their efforts proving to be something noble in the end?
No one knew the answer to this question. But they were sure on one thing: there was absolutely no way that they would all survive this. However, they were not going to stand down, no matter what the cost would be.
One of Vic Fontaine's songs emanated from the infirmary. Dr. Bashir had been a medical expert, and he believed that a song would ease the soldiers' fear of the upcoming battle. While they may not have shown it, the soldiers were grateful for the doctor's favor.
Suddenly they heard a single Houdini bomb detonate from the passageway. Somebody quickly turned off the music and returned to his post. Then another bomb detonated, followed immediately by three more. Finally every single one of the dozens of bombs they had placed in the passageway had ignited. Everyone had their phaser rifles at the ready. A few like Vargas began to think that perhaps the mines had killed all of the Jem'Hadar. However, the faint sound of shouting proved otherwise.
The shouting sound was becoming slightly louder every moment, and it was approaching the soldiers fast. Finally, the Jem'Hadar charged through the grounds of the relay station. There were dozens of them. The mines had killed several of them and fried the enzymes of their biology that allowed them to cloak themselves. They were bloodthirsty, and they were about to take their desire to kill out on the Starfleet soldiers.
The Jem'Hadar were getting closer within each passing second. Finally, when he could see the whites of their ketracel-white tubes, Captain Benjamin Sisko shouted "FIRE!"