Editing Battle of Andoria (section)

===Stardate: 2407.01.14===
''(Andoria - City of She'nah Hoorn, The ruins - ASD Commander [[Andorian Resistance|Torval Reen]] - 51240, Day 10)''

"Halt!"

"Revolutionary."

The guard whom he had spoken to stepped aside as Reen spoke the password and stepped into the burned-out ruin that had once been a very well-to-do motel for off-world travelers. His team, weary and bloody, trudged behind him. Even the thrice-damned Tellarite looked worn, and there was nothing a Tellarite loved more then dirty fighting.

... at least, in Reen's experience.

They had managed to Ambush one of the patrol groups in the area and take a cache of weapons, which had been the goal from the first. The patrols were strengthing, this one had been a Tactical/Security force using ground-based combat BDU's.

Of all the men he had started with, including the volunteers, only a third of the force remained.

Reen tugged at his own armor and sat roughly on one of the stones which had prior been part of a priceless stone statue in the lobby of the motel, it had been destroyed during the orbital bombardment. A small inner council of fighters formed around him, including the Tellarite Bishah who, like all Tellarites, had invited himself.

“We won’t be able to do this for much longer.” Reen said quietly. “This open fighting is killing us.”

The Tellarite grunted, but it was a younger Tellarite that spoke up. “What would you have us do, surrender and lick their boots?”

“No.” Reen said after a moment’s reflection. “I would either bleed away most of the force and leave a token force to surrender so that we might continue the fight in a more… controlled fashion. He put his helmet down and crossed his arms, “The fight will never finish, and those that surrender won’t be able to pick up a weapon again for a long while, but the rest of our people will be able to keep up the resistance in one form or another. At the rate we’re going, with open warfare, our people will be dead inside six months.”

“They’ll be dead anyway.” Bishah said in his customary growl. “It’s only a matter of choosing your poison.”

“I don’t think so.” Reen said with acid in his tone. “It’s hard to justify killing so many when there is no active fighting going on.”

The [[Tellarite]] shrugged and several other Andorian’s took up the argument. Reen sighed to himself; this was a fight that was going to last for days. He had a plan, but he couldn’t speak it openly yet. A quiet rebellion, unlike the open fighting they had been engaged in, something to keep his people alive but their spirit intact.

Yes, this was going to be a long fight. But the Andorian commander would have to fight it, or it would be more then his band of merry marauders that were slaughtered.