Editing Battle of Andoria (section)

===Stardate: 2407.01.18===
''(Andoria - She'nah Hoorn, Culture Center - ASD Commander [[Andorian Resistance|Torval Reen]] - 0605, day 14)''

Reen took a deep breath in the early morning air, but it wasn’t the clean refreshing lungfulls he had lived his whole life breathing. His planet was shattered; his band had spent the night sniping from the rubble of a building which had once housed hundreds of years worth of collected art and antiques. The force which had struck had spared nothing of culture, nothing of history. Even hospitals had been destroyed. It was a war of the knife, just as Doenitz's forces had promised. Thousands were dead, if not millions.

Most of the damage had, of course, been due to heavy artillery and orbital bombardment. They had relatively few forces on the ground, but they did have several strong-points which nobody had been able to break.

Reen shook his head. His were a warrior people; his had spent generations in combat against the furry Tellarites. Now, his beautiful planet was in ruins. His people lay burning in the fires which consumed whole sections of the once great cities. The same Starfleet which had sworn to protect them was now engaging in a war the likes of which Reen and his troopers had only read about... a war of retribution that lived in the darkest of nightmares. And his people, despite their generations of pride, had lost. At least for now.

There would be other days. The Resistance would never truly die. But he had to save a few people, before his race became extinct...

Before him and his force were no less then a division of Marines with two more divisions of Security/Tactical support, all of them in battle gear. Thousands in oppositional forces, all of them with weapons drawn. All Reen had left were two hundred, a rag-tag group of Andorians with a smattering of other races. Military personnel, retired Starfleet, Civilians. Anyone with the will to fight, using whatever weapons they had been able to get their hands on.

This was the end of an era.

Reen put his phaser over his head, and then offered it butt-first forward, a traditional show of surrender. "As the highest ranking member left in the Andorian Self Defense Force, I hereby offer my full surrender!" he bellowed. How it rankled to say those words over the bleached bones of his home.

"Drop your weapons!" the lead Marine bellowed.

"Now why did you have to go and do something like that, you bloody worm-head?" the Tellarite grumbled behind him. They had all spoken of this last night, discussed surrendering now and pursuing other options later, even so the Tellarite remained stubborn.

"Just do it!" Reen hissed without removing his eyes from the troopers as he gently laid his phaser on the ground. He heard other sounds of compliance behind him, weapons being dropped onto the cement, blades and staves being tossed to the side. The Tellarite behind him continued to grumble, Reen turned his head slightly. "Drop. Them." he growled.

Bishah started to comply, and then paused. "Death before dishonor!" he bellowed as he suddenly sprinted forward. Reen dropped to his knees immediately, his hands reaching for his phaser, as several phaser-shots blasted the hopeless hairball into non-existence. Several other phasers pointed his direction, he stopped his grab at the phaser and slowly collected himself.

Seconds passed without a sound, and without movement. The thousands of men before him stood in mute silence, sentinels watching the end of Andorian pride and resistance.

Without warning, though, several hundred phaser beams shot forward. Reen twisted and made a roll for his phaser, screaming "NO, WE SURENDERED!" as he did so. He grabbed his phaser and turned back to look moments later. His men, his mates, his countrymen... everyone who had trusted him and Starfleet to accept surrender, were falling to the ground. Some were vaporized outright, others ended up with a dozen holes in their bodies before their knees could even strike the ground.

"MURDERERS! WE SURENDERED!"

Another couple seconds passed, and then the leader spoke up. "By the authority granted to me by the office of the presidency, I pronounce you guilty of high treason. The punishment is death."

The Andorian got to his feet slowly as the Marine leveled his phaser. Reen's antenna twitched and his face pulled back into a hateful scowl as he growled, "My people will never surrender again. This won't be the end."


''(Andoria - City of She'nah Hoorn, 1 block south of the Culture Center - [[Andorian Resistance|Suvven D'nall]] - 0610, day 14)''

Suvven, not yet sixteen, watched the Commander sink to his knees and then slowly fall face forward into the bloody dust. The back of his head had been removed by the high power phaser shot he had just taken, his proud and tattered uniform was splattered with yet more blood by his senseless murder. If nothing else, he felt no more pain.

From the ruins of his home next to the bodies of his parents, not a block away, Suvven's heightened senses and Antenna had picked up everything.

"This won't be the end," he all but whispered with more then a touch of conviction as he fingered a small personal phaser that his father had owned during his time in Starfleet. "This is only the beginning, that I swear."

That teenager would later tell others about the heroism of Commander Reen and form his own cell in the new Resistance, the stories he told of their murder would spread like wildfire, even that a Tellarite had joined into the crusade to save the Andorian homeland and was killed for it. All of them, even the Tellarite, would become martyrs to the Andorian people.

Outrage would swell even greater then it had. Midnight councils were held, plans made, measures taken.

Blades were sharpened, phasers charged, and ancient Andorian battle-banners of freedom and conquest, unused for centuries, unfurled as the underground began to organize and gather momentum.

[[Andoria]], like so many other [[Federation]] planets so brutally ceased, would never surrender...

'''''Never.'''''

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