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Support Rally

Posted on Fri Mar 11th, 2011 @ 9:44am by Civilian Haqtaj Matlh

Mission: Flawed. Season 2, Episode 3
Location: Promenade

The crowd milled and grumbled. They had been left in the dark about the pathogens, deserted by their commanders and now ordered to help in the clean up. There was a great deal of bad feeling and rebellion in the crowd. Then a voice bellowed across the Promenade.

"People of the Federation, heed me! This station has been under attack. Opponents who would vanquish the Federation, who would drive you from this station and this system. Will you, the men and women of Starfleet turn tail and run? No, I say."

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; or close the wall up with our Federation dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility: but when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the targ; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; then lend the eye a terrible aspect; let pry through the portage of the head like the phaser cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it ss fearfully as doth a galled rock o'erhang and jutty his confounded base, swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean."

"Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit to his full height. On, on, you noblest Federation citizens, whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, have in these parts from morn till even fought and sheathed their swords for lack of argument: dishonour not your mothers; now attest that those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, and teach them how to war. And you, good free men, whose limbs were made in the Federation, show us here the mettle of your pasture; let us swear that you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; for there is none of you so mean and base, that hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge cry 'For Federation, DS7, and your home world!"

There was a ragged cheer from the crowd which quickly dispersed, moving to the jobs they had been assigned. They would not now be easily cowed, given an enemy they can all fight against. Haqtaj smiled from her vantage point.

"pItlh. vIghajbejtaH." [Done. Yep, I've still got it!]

 

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