Star Trek: The Romulan Wars - The Outpost Page #4

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- Listen to the man.

If it was designed to contain them,

then, theoretically, if I can get it going,

and you can get them in close,

we could trap them,

and leave ourselves an exit

out of this mess, maybe.

- How close?

- I'd say 20, 30 meters.

- Is he having a f***ing laugh?

- You have a better idea?

But I don't know if I've got enough power.

Maybe if I can hard-wire the current

from that generator...

But we're gonna need some time

to get the sort of levels we're gonna need.

Also, the machine was designed

to be operated by three men.

- I'm gonna have to work it on my own.

- I'll buy you time.

And how exactly

are we supposed to get them in here?

They want soldiers,

let's give them soldiers.

We've got to lure them in.

So, we use ourselves as bait, and then run

a controlled retreat and bring them with us.

I want fall-back positions every 50 feet.

We need wire out there, funnel them in.

Double up on the anti-personnel mines

all along the tree line.

When they come, we need to draw them in,

close as possible.

Then, fall back in stages on me.

We need to shore up all the corridors.

Take them only where we want them to go.

Hold your positions for as long as possible.

Keep them interested.

But don't overextend your positions

and get yourselves caught.

I want your eyes open,

your movements clean

and your fire accurate.

Now, we're not gonna get them to that cell,

so, take them to the engine.

- The closer, the better.

- What if Hunt can't get it done?

What if they spring out

of thin air right behind us?

Then we're f***ed.

Use what you can, whatever way you can.

Keep your focus. Balance is everything.

Don't fall back too late,

don't fall back too soon.

- We need to draw them in.

- But they're f***ing unstoppable.

Right.

So were we, once.

Never did care much for the great outdoors.

Yeah.

Ain't like we were gonna do good things

for the rest of our lives.

F***, we killed most everybody else.

I figure it's about time we touched gloves

with some Nazis, huh?

You know the one thing

they don't teach you in basic?

No matter how bad things get,

there's always time

for another joint.

So, what do you do

when you're not being a soldier of fortune?

Drink.

You know, in every culture,

they believe all the souls

of the men you killed

haunt you for eternity.

Guess that's us f***ed, eh?

Okay. I think she's ready.

I really don't know how long it'll take

to generate enough power.

Well, keep the door locked until I come back

and knock it down.

You do know how to use this?

Hail Mary, full of Grace...

Weapons free. Fall back on my command.

Hold your fire.

Hold.

Easy. Hold.

Hold.

Firing!

Fall back!

Moving!

They're coming!

Contact!

- Sarge!

- Jordan!

Moving!

Top, set.

Moving!

- Bring it on!

- Prior, set.

Moving!

Holding. Holding. Holding.

- Fall back!

- Moving!

Set!

Prior. Prior!

Fall back!

Move!

Move it, move it!

- Hunt, come on!

- Hunt?

Hunt?

Move! Set?

Last stop! Do it now, for f***'s sake!

Right!

Come on!

We f***ing did it!

Hunt?

It's time to leave, Mr. Hunt.

Smart moves.

No.

Shift it!

- Moving!

- Sh*t!

Sarge.

It's not gonna work.

We're gonna have to find another way out.

Where?

There.

Get me up.

Well, go on, then.

Clear.

F***.

Check this out.

I think I might have got one breathing here!

- Unit two reporting one survivor.

- Copy that.

What the f*** is that?

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