The Continuing Story of Deep Space 2: Page 17
"Come on Gerd, what's the point. They already know."
It was one of the younger Maquis who had spoken. But an elder man sitting next to him hit him in the face. It was silent again. The Maquis realised that at least one Starfleet officer was monitoring their conversations. They hadn't had a visitor or a guard in thirty hours. Some of the younger men in the group were now difficult to control. They had been under a great amount of stress lately. Speeding through space at high warp, trying to delay the autodestruct sequence. It had been rough. And then when they finally had arrived at the target, a small little tiny runabout just blocked their way. Some of the former Starfleet officers who joined the Maquis and this group, explained that they were lucky to be alive at all. That team on that runabout was trained in rescue missions. All of them agreed that that was what the runabout came for. As the Maquis had planned to present this ensign Luke as a hostage, he was the one who was rescued. A very nice job of speciallists. As these former Starfleet officers also explained that the XO of this station wore a Starfleet Marine uniform, things seemed to become more clear. This had been a trap. They had been betrayed. But how ?
"Maybe you are right," said the elder man who was called Gerd, "I am beginning to think we are betrayed."
It was the first time the word had been spoken out aloud. Many already were convinced that they were. If that runabout had fired torpedos on them, they would have been whiped out in a blink of an eye. Typical Starfleet. Don't shoot to kill. But the fact that they were here, now captured by Starfleet could only mean one thing. Although the DS2 Starfleet officers really hadn't a clue yet, what the Maquis were doing at this side of the quadrant, all of the Maquis were now convinced that they had been betrayed. They had chosen the wrong side in this "still to come" conflict. They had been used. They all spoke up now until Gerd raised his hand. A tall man close to Gerd, used to be a lieutenant in Starfleet. His name was Opal and he was just addressed with Al.
"What are we going to do now Gerd ? I sure want to kick those Giloppen's asses."
"Look Al, we are not really in a position to kick anyone. You have heard the commander of this station. It seems that they were expecting us and even more they are expecting the Giloppen. You have all seen what the Giloppen can do. We have seen their technology. These Starfleet officers are not even nervous talking about the Giloppen. We are. And we should be the Giloppen's friends."
"It seems that we are not any more", said a young man at the back.
"Look," Gerd continued, "there is no use in seeking revenge now. Starfleet will of course be notified of our actions and we will be picked up and brought to trial. I don't see much that we can do."
"Yeah and all of that because of those damned Giloppen. We should have never listened to them.", said the man at the back again.
"What do you think Al ? You were a tactical officer on a starship ?"
"Well, as I understand it, this commander sent only one runabout on patrol to have a look whether there are Giloppen in the neighbourhood. We had a lot of shots at one of those runabouts, and our phaser fire did not hurt it much. Either these Starfleet officers are of a kind we have never seen before, or they are completely nuts."