Planning

The group of Jem'Hadar by their fourth Gerana had made it clear that they were sick and tired of the Vorta. So they had left with twenty-one fellow Jem'Hadar and formed a Civil War between the stranded crew. The group led the three Federation officers to a valley and a grave. The journey took eight long hours.

Lieutenant Grafton and Gerana made a command post in the cave with very little to work with. Jake knew these Jem'Hadar had enough Ketracel White to last them three days. So if something was to be done it needed to be done in that time-frame. After three days, these Jem'Hadar would become unpredictable and therefore dangerous.

"Okay Gerana, here's how I see it. If we fight the other Jem'Hadar and kill either the third or the Vorta, the others will listen to you." Jake thought it out and it made perfect sense.

Gerana was quiet for a moment for a while. He then stood up and picked up a phaser rifle and then looked it over. His thoughts were on the battle at hand.

"According to the Order of Things, it would work. However, many loyal soldiers will lose their lives in this struggle, I hope it won;t be in vain."

Jake had been in plenty of fights and seen many hopeless struggles, but he saw this one as a noble struggle.

"Listen, the Chief and I will make sure your ship has power and we should be able to get a hold of the Leviathan. When the Leviathan gets here, we will try and get your ship spaceworthy." Jake stated.

"Good. Let's talk over the plan of attack on their base camp."

"What makes you certain they won't attack us ?"

"Remata is a soldier that likes to be on the defensive."

The two drew out a map of the camp on the dirt floor of the cave and Gerana made note of where the guards would be posted and where the weaknesses were.

Jake had been in many a fight and this one reminded him of a battle during the Dominion war. He decided on a flank battle, one that came from the left and right flanks, whilst the main attack camp from the rear.

Later that afternoon, the Chief and Ensign Murphy along with three Jem'Hadar gathered around the drawing of the camp made on the floor.

"Okay, here's how we will do this. We leave here at 21:00 hours, by the time we get to the base camp it will be 04:00 hours, early morning and still dark. Before the battle starts, we form into four squads." Jake stated to explain.

"Gerana and the Chief will lead the first squad. He'll have six Jem'Hadar and he'll attack the right flank at exactly 04:30 hours."

"Ensign Murphy will lead the second squad, with five more Jem'Hadar and will attack the left flank at 04:50 hours. This should throw everything into total confusion."

"I will lead the third squad, with another five Jem'Hadar and attack the base from the rear at exactly 05:05 hours."

"Norta Clan will then lead the remainder of the Jem'Hadar in behind Gerana's squad and fill in any gaps that may have formed. He'll start his own attack at 05:10 hours."

"The remaining Jem'Hadar on the base will be confused and not know what to do. That's where Gerana comes into his own." Jake finished, making sure everyone understood the plan. "Understand one thing, timing is everything, it gives way to mass confusion."

"All right, you all heard the plan, let's get ready to move out and brief your men." Gerana stated.

Jake sat back and flexed his hands, still sore from the accident and then took a drink of water. He sat down and leaned up against the wall of the cave and moments later Shale came along and sat down beside him.

"Here's your phaser rifle. Sorry it's not Starfleet issue." Shale said handing him a Dominion rifle. "The local armoury was all out."

It had been over twelve years since Grafton had even picked up a phaser rifle, let alone planned to use one. He knew he still had it within him on the <USS Leviathan"Ship">Leviathan, but fighting an infantry attack ?. He couldn't say how he would fair. He then thought of home and his family, then knew he had to do whatever the situation called for.