Disclaimer: Because somehow my disclaimer got deleted from my first chapter, I'm putting it up here so I still don't own Star Trek. I do not own Ro Laren and technically I don't own Ro Talia either, but because Paramount never developed her character I had to create her personality. So the version of Ro Talia you see in this story is my own creation. All characters that you don't recognize as Star Trek canon belong to me. I also own Celin 9 and Shakin.
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Ro watched her breath steam up the foggy air, in little less then ninety seconds the snipers would take out the two sentries at the Cardassian camp and then the real work would begin.
Readjusting her grip on her disruptor she reviewed the plan, as soon as the sentries where gone, throw a series of concussion grenades into the camp and wait for them to detonate. In the fifteen minutes they would last, steal as many supplies as they could, plant the four detpacks and retreat to the rendezvous point.
Two bolts of light shout out of the darkness around her and hit the sentries, vaporizing them instantly.
As the last sparks faded a strange rain fell upon the camp and in one instant of sound a large shockwave spread over the whole area, knocking out anything organic.
Ro griped the dirt below her with her free hand as the shockwave pummeled the rock she was hiding behind.
When the tremors faded she crawled out and stood up.
She nodded at the Maquis around her and they descended up the camp.
Like locusts they quickly and efficiently wiped the camp of all salvageable material.
"Brown to Ro."
Ro glanced at the transmitter on her wrist, "Go ahead Brown."
"We've planted the detpacks and set them on a five minute delay. We need to evacuate now."
"Understood. Ro to the rest of the team, Make for the rendezvous point."
Ro signed off and turned around but before she could begin to walk, a low moan caught her attention.
It was coming from one of the tents and it sounded female.
She glanced at her watch; she had four minutes and thirty seconds to leave.
"Whoever that person is they won't be in pain much longer," she turned to leave again but another moan stopped her.
This time she could discern words.
"Please…help," a feeble voice whispered.
Deciding quickly, she thumbed her communicator, "Brown, I need to help someone down here. If I'm not there in three minutes I want you to commence the transport."
She turned it off and ran into the tent.
As she pushed back the flap her heart nearly stopped.
Lying on the ground in a broken heap was an older Bajoren woman.
Ro stepped forward and reached out a hand but the woman shrank back.
Ro could here the seconds ticking down in her mind; she had less then three minutes left.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you," she whispered as she pulled the old lady up.
"Can you walk?" she whispered again.
The lady nodded and Ro guided her to the flap, "We have to hurry."
Ro tried to keep her voice even but the lady moved much too slow and the seconds where disappearing much too fast.
The woman tripped and almost pulled Ro down, "Easy, we're almost there," Ro encouraged.
Her watch began to beep a warning.
She had reached to two minute mark.
8888
"What the hell is Ro doing?" Brown whispered as he rechecked his watch.
The sounding of sliding gravel caught his attention, "Beckett, where are you going?"
"I'm gong to help Ro."
8888
The had just gained the edge of the camp when the one minute warning went off.
"Hey Ro, could you use a hand?"
"Pat!" For a moment surprise outweighed Ro's fear.
"Here ma'am, give me your hand," Pat held hers out and grasped the old lady's.
Together, Ro and Pat helped the woman over the shallow lip of the camp site.
Ro was beginning to think her luck might be turning when a louder alarm beeped on her wrist, immediately echoed by the first of several explosions.
They were out of luck and out of time.