Editing Battle of Andoria (section)

===Stardate: 2407.01.11===

''(Andoria - City of She'nah Hoorn, The ruins - ASD Commander [[Andorian Resistance|Torval Reen]] - 1120, Day 7)''

“Die!"

The Andorian commander jumped to the side just in time for a phaser-blast to blow a hole in the ground right where he had been standing. Reen snarled as danced aside again as yet another phaser ripped into his personal space. Luckily for him, this trooper was clumsy and stupid, probably a fresh recruit, he managed to get behind him and get his phaser arm around the trooper’s chest. His left hand, holding a long dagger, he put against the trooper’s throat. With no hesitation at all, Reen pulled his ceremonial knife, an ancestral piece kept in the family for generations, across the soldier’s throat with a jerk and a snarl. The body dropped to the ground, leaving Reen’s blue skin covered in red blood.

This was not what Reen had in mind when he had set to ambush a federation patrol. Having two patrol groups spaced minutes apart was not standard Starfleet procedure. He and his group had jumped one, only to have another come down their throats while they were fully engaged. They were now evenly matched for numbers, but not in terms of weaponry. Half of Reen’s forces were civilians, ex soldiers, artists, anyone who had a desire to free their home planet. Very few were hardened combat troops. And most of those that had seen combat were well passed their prime.

A bellow caught his attention, Reen turned his head just in time to see a ball of fur fly from the top of a shattered pillar onto the back of one trooper, then roll in the dust for several feet. It hopped up energetically with an axe in one hand, a war-pick in another, and swung both weapons into the front-side of a different trooper. Reen did a double take as he looked at the ball of dust-matted fur, but there could be no mistake. It was a Tellarite, an ancestral enemy of the Andorians. And it was fighting with what appeared to be antique Andorian weapons.

Whatever thoughts of disgust the Andorian might have had at a dirty pig holding his peoples honored weapons disappeared when the chubby ball of fur buried the pic deep into the tactical helmet of yet another Starfleet trooper. Hated he might be, but he knew how to fight.

That brief lapse almost cost Reen his life, a phaser caught him in the shoulder and spun him around from the sheer force. Reen growled as he fell to his knee and brought up his own phaser and blasted the offending Tactical trooper into dust, followed by another who was running up to help.
 
After several more bloody minutes, it was over, both patrol groups were dead. So was half of Reen’s force, their bodies littered the group in various positions, most with masks of pain or disbelief on their face. One of Reen’s old command, a medic, rushed up and applied a duraplast bandage onto his wound, causing him to issue a hiss of pain that was quickly negated by a blast of a hypospray. Reen waved him off a moment later and stepped forward, where the Tellarite was standing and glaring at all the remaining Andorians.

Reen paused just outside of his weapons reach and stared back. After long hostile moments, the Andorian took a breath and twitched his antenna. “You do those weapons honor, [[Tellarite]].” He said in as level a voice as he could manage.

“These Re’jah killed my people, Worms.” The [[Tellarite]] growled back.

“Mine as well.” The Commander said. And after long seconds, an unprecedented smile broke upon his face, evil though it might have been. “Let’s make them pay.”