Agony Before Battle

Rick had rechecked and rechecked, his phaser rifle. He was rather uneasy. Not hard to understand, this was his first actual battle where he had to look at a man and then kill him, where he stood.

Sure the Chief had killed people before, but not like this. This time he wouldn't have a fighter, with micro photon torpedoes. This time he had no chance to pull up and roll off an enemy. He had to look at him and kill him.

"You okay Chief?" Grafton asked sitting down next to him.

"I guess, just can't picture myself doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Murder." The Chief said with a hint of uneasy in his voice.

"Shit, don't pull this on me, we are stuck in a situation, where the only way out is either death, or killing. I know you've blown people to pieces, I know it's allot different face to face. However it's not murder. You don't murder an animal, you kill it."

Rick knew that the Lieutenant was right, for if it wasn't for him, this whole civil war thing would of never happened. Now it was to late to pull out. He had suck it up and do what had to be done. For once in his life this wasn't about him.

*Okay I can just fire at the once shooting at me and get those, when the third is dead and the Vorta hopefully the others will realise and the battle be over. Chief thought to himself. What I would give to be flying the USS Leviathan or a Raider now. I'm pilot not a grunt.*

Gerana walked over to the Chief, who was sitting still with back against the wall of the cave.

"Chief I want you to have this." Gerana said handing over a knife, which was standard Jem'Hadar issue.

"I can't accept it. That's what you earned when you become part of your unit."

"Please accept it. When a Higher ranking Jem'Hadar gives away his equipment, it is for two reasons. One he has died in battle and the unit splits the equipment amongst each other. Two, he has foreseen his own death in battle, and has choice to show his respect toward another Jem'Hadar."

The Chief took the knife and looked over the sharpness of it and saw it had never been used in battle. He stuck it in his boot.
"Do you aim to die?"

"I should be lucky if I do. I wanted to give you my knife as token of how do you say it?"

"Friendship?"

"I suppose then it would be friendship. Good luck to you in battle chief. My you die honourable, if you die."

Rick stood up and put his left hand on Gerana's shoulder, and said. "Listen I aim to live. Don't jinx me."

"All right saddle up and get ready to move out." Grafton said walking to the exit and entrance of the cave. Okay everything will be fine. The Chief thought to himself.