To Wield A Warrior Sword

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To Wield A Warrior Sword

 

Ensign Ron Lunn

Assistant Engineer

USS Agincourt, NCC-81762

 

Crack, Ron snapped the power cell into place. The phaser rifle was a bit large for the 12 year old boy, but he could still handle it. Besides, kids his age had fought in the Resistance. He raised the weapon to his shoulder, placing his finger over the trigger by his forward hand. The weapon was painted red, the colour of blood.

 

Ron aimed at the target and gently pushed the trigger, he heard the energy snap forward, the phaser rifle gave a slight kick with the release of energy. He could feel the barrel begin to warm and give off heat as he pushed the trigger again, he emptied round after round into the target. The target vanished and another one popped up, he jerked around and aimed at its centre, the energy beams flew through the air and struck target after target untill the power cell was empty.

 

"Good job Ron," his Grandmother stepped forward. "You shoot as well as anyone I fought beside in the resistance, now come have some cookies and milk." Ron went and sat beside his Grandmother Narmina on the bench in the yard. "We used to have to practice these drills in dark caves and tunnels when we were hiding from the Cardassians, and now here we are," his grandmother motioned around to the bright blue skies overhead, "Practicing in broad daylight."

 

"But Grandma, why do the Bajorans still do the drills, I don't know anybody in the city who does, but everyone out here in the country practices all the time." Ron was a young and curious boy, he didn't fully understand the hatred that was still left over from the Occupation. "I mean its fun and all, but I don't think we'll ever have to worry about the Cardassians again."

 

His grandmother's eyes narrowed as she looked directly at him and lifted a finger, "Make no mistake Ron, the Cardassians aren't finished with Bajor. One defeat does not make a people like that give up, in fact they would want to clear their name of the defeat. Cardassia may not be prepared to attack now, but always remember that they will be, there will always be those who want Bajor, and hate the Prophet's people. Continue firing that gun," she pointed at the red phaser rifle that Ron had leaned against the bench, "Fire power cell after power cell, hit target after target, and when the Cardassians do come back," she leaned in closer to Ron, "They shall be faced with a tempest the lucks of which would make the Pagh-Wraith run in fear."