The thirteen man team beamed down on a rocky outcrop nestled high in the hills. Deveraux and Kalvin took out tricorders and scanned the area, while Commander Pol and Lieutenant Call poised their weapons at the ready.
"Sir, I'm reading small groups of Son'a scattered all through the hills."
"I also detect uman life signs coming from far up the ills" added Deveraux.
"Confirmed. I'm reading a Starfleet comm badge, it must be Murphy."
"I am also picking up uman life signs further down the ill. A group of Son'a are in pursuit."
"It must be some of the colonists that got seperated from the group."
Nevar lowered his weapon and looked about deep in thought.
"Your orders?" asked Call
"Deveraux, take West and Kingsley and go get those colonists. How many Son'a are in pursuit?"
"Four sir"
"Take Mayhew as well then. The rest of us will head for Murphys position. Deveraux, don't be a hero! Just find those colonists and get them to our position as soon as possible. Avoid the Son'a at all costs! Understood?"
"Perfectly sir"
"Good, then we will hopefully see you and the colonists in a few hours. Good luck"
Nevar signalled for the other nine officers to move off leaving Deveraux with the three crewmen. Deveraux and the crewmen headed down the slope towards the colonists position. After about twenty minutes of walking, they finally came across the colonists. Two men and a woman.
"Ohh, thank heavens Starfleet has sent somebody" said the woman.
"I am Lieutenant Deveraux of ze USS Arizona. We are ere to elp defend zis colony against ze Son'a, but for now, you ave to come with us to a defense point igher up ze ills."
"We were heading up to a cave we know of anyway. It may be where the rest of your crew are. It's a good defensive point."
"Well lets get moving then, ze Son'a are close and zey won't esitate to kill us."
The group of now seven headed back up into the hills. They hadn't got far before an energy blast hit a rock by Deverauxs feet. The Starfleet officers instantly fell to the ground and looked around for the attackers. There were five Son'a and two other aliens that Deveraux had never seen firing at them from atop a small ridge.
"Return Fire!" shouted Deveraux. The four fired back, but couldn't get a clear shot because of their position. "West, Mayhew, lay down some covering fire! Kingsley, your with me, we're goin up!"
West and Mayhew let loose a volley of fire making the Son'a and their friends duck for cover. Deveraux and Kingsley made a sprint up the hill and hid behind some rocks. The Son'a continued firing on the colonists and the remaining Starfleet officers while Deveraux and Kingsley stealithily moved to a position behind the Son'a. Deveraux gave the signal to open fire. The two stood and fired on the Son'a. One of the Son'a and their friends fell, however, one of the Son'a got a lucky shot and hit Kingsley square in the chest. Deveraux took out the remaining unknown alien before ducking for cover once more. He checked Kingsley, but he was dead. Deveraux popped up over the rock for another shot, and took out another one of the Son'a. He aimed on the other Son'a but his weapon jammed and he couldn't fire.
Damn it! what now?
He looked to the other side of the rock and saw the bodies of the three colonists, West and Mayhew lying on the ground. He took out his raptor claw and placed it between his fingers. He took out a knife in the other hand and got ready to make a run.
Deveraux, Don't be a hero! he remembered Nevar say before he left. Pah! since when have I ever listened to him!
Deveraux stood and made a mad dash for the Son'a. He threw the knife hitting one of them neck. The other two fired hitting Deveraux numerous times. He fell to the ground, and joined his fallen friends