"Unlikely Heroes"

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"Unlikely Heroes"

Lt. Laarell Teykier

Personal Log

February 05, 23--

 

Laarell looked at the scans of the debris field on the screen and experienced a sickening feeling in her stomach. Where there had once been two proud Romulan vessels had stood, now a cloud of dust staked its claim.

 

If it hadn't been for those ships, the Morningstar might have been the ship converted to a swarm of disassembled molecules. If the two brightly decorated warbirds hadn't decloaked and opened an escape route, it was likely that everyone on the Starfleet ship would already be dead.

 

In tales Laarell had always heard of the Romulans, they'd been portrayed as the evil villains who you'd be a fool to turn your back on. Untrustworthy. Dishonorable. Nothing at all like the types you'd expect to give their lives for a Federation starship.

 

What had driven the commanders of the Romulan ships to risk and lose their lives for the Starfleet ship? A Klingonlike desire for honor in death by dying in battle, perhaps? It seemed unlikely.

 

Could it have been a selfless act of bravery? As radical as the thought seemed to be, it also seemed the more believable.

 

The Orion woman felt a lump rise in her throat. There wasn't a Romulan from those ships left to whom they could show an ounce of gratitude, and she doubted it would be an easy feat to determine who the next-of-kin were.

 

Breathing a silent ancient Orion prayer for the souls of the dead, Teykier replaced the image of the debris field with one of the Hundred fleet ships in close pursuit. She could only hope that the Romulans' sacrifice was not in vain...

 

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