The Seven

Posted on Thu Jul 6th, 2017 @ 4:38pm by Fleet Admiral Mike K`Wor Bremer & Captain Patrick Dow & Commander Leksander Draven & Lieutenant K`Wor & Sogh Varn Son of M'ron & First Ramata`tar

1,468 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Episode 94 - Return to Rashanar
Location: Starbase 400
Timeline: MD3 1745hrs, -Current

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Mike was happy his oldest children were back on the Station, even if it was only temporary. Becca and K’Wor had been given permission for their senior ‘cruise’ to be aboard the Pegasus on its trip to the Delta Quadrant. Even if their senior year at Starfleet Academy didn't start for another two months, they didn't want to miss the trip to the Talaxian Colony. They arrived while Mike was meeting with Janice and Jackson the evening before. After the meeting, both spent family time with the father, step-mother, and half-brother.

By the next afternoon, after the ships that had traveled to the Rashanar Battle Site had returned, Becca was enjoying some free time in her quarters, but K’Wor had something else in mind. He’d spent the last few hours uploading a new holo-program into the database. Once it was complete and he made sure it was working, he set out to get a team together.

K’Wor first headed for Ops, but his father had left for the evening. K’Wor tracked him to the Promenade and found him and his uncle K’Temoc finishing a quick meal at the Klingon restaurant.

“Do either of you have any plans tonight?” K’Wor asked him. Mike and K’Temoc both shook their heads, so K’Wor continued. “I have a new holo-program. A small group of cowboys, gun slingers, protect a small village of farmers from a marauding bandito and his gang.”

“How many do you have already?” Mike asked his son.

K’Wor held up one finger. K’Temoc shook his head and held up three.

K’Wor, Mike, and K’Temoc thought about who else to ask, then someone walked up behind them. “Admirals, I couldn’t help but over hear.” Varn began. “It sounds like you’re about to go on a dangerous quest. I would be honored to fight at your side!”

K’Wor raised an eyebrow, “Varn Sogh, we’re talking about a holo-suite program.”

The Klingon nodded, “Real or photonic adversaries, it doesn’t matter. I will slay them just the same.”

K’Temoc smiled and looked at Mike. K’Wor also smiled then held up four fingers.

The four men left the Klingon restaurant and started to walk toward the holo-suites. They passed the Bajorian shrine, Bajorian restaurant, a few shops, the Christian Church, a few more shops, the Romulan restaurant, Cardassian restaurant, a Replimat, the Skyline Lounge, Inakya’s, Good Fella’s, and finally the Texas Steakhouse when Mike saw who he wanted to ask next. Coming out were Captain Dow and Commander Draven.

“Pat, what are you doing up here?” Mike asked Dow.

“I needed to get away from Governor Agard for a bit. He’s convinced a war with the Romulans is coming, the Borg are right around the corner again, and Pirates are planning another raid. Commander Pierce can handle things for a while.” Dow laughed.

“Then we need your help.” K’Temoc started. “There’s a small village of farmers that need protecting from a marauding bandito and his gang. A small group of cowboys, gun slingers, are all that stands between the farmers and the banditos.” K’Temoc explained.

“How many do you have so far?” Draven asked.

K’Wor held up four fingers.

Lek and Pat shared a glance, then Lek held up six.

The men stood there talking for a moment about who else to ask.

“What about Vercitti? He’s got some skills we could use.” K’Wor said.

Mike cut his eyes at his son for a second before replying. “He’s been preoccupied lately. What about Roebuck?”

“He’s working on a report for Starfleet regarding the events in the Rashanar Boneyard.” K’Temoc replied. “How about Commander Rann?”

“He’s going over recent intel reports with Janice right now, getting her up to speed on things.” Mike replied. “What about...him.” He looked across the Promenade at someone walking by.

“Who?” Lek asked as they all turned to look.

“Him.” Mike pointed.

“Ehh.” Varn said as he let out a grunt, “Does he even use a holo-suite?”

K’Wor asked, “Can he even ride a horse?”

“What’s a horse and why do you ride it?” Varn asked as the others glanced at him and smirked.

“Only one way to find out.” Dow replied.”

“First Ramata’tar.” Mike said aloud, calling him over.

“How can I serve?” Ramata’tar asked.

“There’s a small village of farmers that need protecting from a marauding bandito's gang. A small group of cowboys, gun slingers really, are all that stands between the farmers and their home and the banditos.” Mike explained.

“Then we shall protect these, farmers, and kill the banditos. Victory is life.” Ramata’tar replied with a slight smirk. He was itching for a fight deep down.

“It’s a holo-suite program. Do you…?” K’Wor started.

“I am aware of what a holographic training exercise is Cadet. I stand ready to assist.” Ramata’tar replied.

“It’s not a training exercise, it’s for fun.” Lek Draven replied.

“Then it will be fun to slay the banditos. As of this moment, we are all dead. We go into battle to reclaim our lives. This we do gladly, for we...I am Jem'Hadar. Remember, victory is life." Ramatar’tar said.

Everyone glanced around at each other for a moment.

Varn then laughed aloud and slapped Ramata’tar on the back, “Yes! Today is a good day to die! To battle!”

They started toward the closest holo-suite. As Bremer, Dow, Draven, K’Wor, and K’Temoc started to follow K’Wor held up seven fingers and smiled.

“You sure about this? Going in there with those two...” Lek asked with a smile.

“You heard the man, victory is life!” Mike replied with a smile.

“Today is a good day to die!” Dow added with a smile of his own.

Several minutes later, the Seven were in the holo-suite dressed as late Nineteenth Century cowboys, complete with hats, six-guns, spurs, etc. Both Varn and Ramata’tar were fidgeting with their hats while Bremer and K’Wor checked their guns. K’Temoc and Dow walked over to the group with a horse for each, while Draven finished looking over a rifle.

Varn pulled his pistol from its holster. "This is all they used back then?"

Mike smirked, as he spun his pistol in his hand.

Draven cocked the rifle he was holding and slid it in the holster on the side of his horse.

Varn smirked and put the gun back in the holster, then pulled his twin d'k taghs from his belt and spun them in his hands. "These will be useful too then."

“Okay.” K’Wor started. “Dad, you’re ‘Chris’. Uncle K’Temoc you’re ‘Vin’. Varn you’re ‘Britt’.” Varn’s expression changed to one of a little confusion. “Lek, you’re ‘Lee’. Pat, you’re ‘Bernardo.’”

“Why are you giving us these names? Why do we need them to slay these banditos?” Varn asked while K’Wor continued.

“Ramata’tar, you’re Harry...”

“I do not have hair on my skin, Jem’Hadar...”

“It’s your character’s name.” K’Wor replied. “And I’ll be Chico.”

Mike looked around, especially at ‘Harry’ and ‘Britt’ for a moment, both of them confused. “Alright, let’s mount up, lock and load.” Mike then put his food in the stirrup and mounted the horse. K’Temoc and K’Wor quickly mounted their horses too, Dow and Draven were a little slower. Varn had a little trouble, but managed to climb up, leaned to the side, then balanced himself. Ramata’tar however...

“Jem’Hadar...”

Mike cut him off and looked down at Ramata’tar. “You’ve learned a lot new things since you arrived on Starbase 400. Part of the reason you asked to remain here a few years ago was to learn more about us, about the Federation. For Humans and most Federation species, as well as Klingons, Cardassians, and even Romulans these holo-suite programs are not only enjoyable but can also challenge you...see if you can achieve success or at the very least see if you can live up the exploits people hundreds of years ago could and did.”

“So, it’s a contest, and not all that different from a training exercise after all. We will succeed.” Ramata’tar replied. He carefully put his foot in the stirrup then pulled himself up onto the horse and slowly balanced himself.

“Grab the reigns, that’s how you control and maneuver the animal. “K’Temoc added.

Once everyone was mounted. Hats on, guns, ready, and reigns in hand they rode off to protect the farmers and their village from Calvera and his gang of banditos.


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