When Tank Meets Krezek

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(OFF: Apologies for the length of time in between posts; if you have
been following along on the Ninth Fleet forum, you know why. Tank, you
and I need to get together and make a JP.)

Jeral dragged the unconscious Marine into the building, drawing a look
from the Vulcan psychologist. "Are you sure that is wise, Lieutenant?"
she asked.

Jeral grunted as he dragged Tank into the building, setting him down.
"Despite my instincts to the otherwise, I couldn't vaporize him," he
said. "We needed his pack and supplies. He may have a better medkit in
there, too."

T'Uriel raised her eyebrow and considered his words. "Logical
reasoning," she said, getting up and coming over to the backpack. She
pulled it off of Tank's body, then looked through the canvas. "There
is a small modern kit in here that should suffice."

Jeral nodded as he popped the power pack out of the phaser rifle,
pocketing it as he dropped the rifle on top of the bag. "Anything else
in there?"

"What appears to be a few photon grenades and a plasma charge," she
said as she walked back over to the elder.

Jeral nodded. "May come in handy." He looked over at Tank's body. He
pulled the pack a few meters away from the body, rifle and all, then
came over to T'Uriel's side. "Is it enough?"

T'Uriel was running the tricorder over his head. "He has a hairline
fracture of his skull and a concussion. He appears to not be bleeding
internally, but he does have three cracked ribs that are dangerously
close to puncturing his lungs." She pulled out the hypospray. "This
will help his swelling, but he will need to have surgery to mend the
damaged bones."

"So we still need a doctor."

"Undoubtedly." She applied the hypo to Serik's neck. "An elder such as
himself may be strong, but the strongest can sometimes be weak when
head injuries are involved." She stopped. "I believe our prisoner is
waking."

Jeral turned and pulled the bag further away, bringing it to his feet
and keeping the weapon at the ready. He was indeed stirring, but Jeral
could not tell how badly he had been affected. It had been a while
since he had used the assault phaser model he had in his hand; Lokal
Krezek could have told him, but he was not there. Shaking his head,
Jeral looked on as the man's head started to turn.

"Jeral Krezek, I presume?"

The words stunned Jeral, but he didn't show it. "Whomever you are, you
seem to have excellent knowledge of myself. What the Hell did we do to
you in order to have you give chase to us? I don't know about that
bloody compound, nor do we know the precise origins of it either." He
pointed at Serik's unconscious form. "Because of your actions, a
Vulcan elder is dying without medical attention and a civilian pilot
is dead. Is it really worth it to kill for it?"

Lieutenant jg Jeral Krezek
Too busy on a soapbox to realize Tank is a good guy