Dismissed "
By: Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Acting Chief Intel Officer, [PST]
Ryan-Steven ‘Rusty Ryan’ Madriani, Marine CO, [PST]

Stardate: 58205.29 2150

==Pacifica==

Four hours earlier:

Cautiously several of the Pacifican's approached Madriani and Northrop as their teams joined up.

"I'm Constable Markata," said the a woman brandishing a distruptor. "You're with the Alliance I presume?"

Madriani nodded, "Yes," said Madriani, his eyes still scanning the area for any sign of trouble.

"When did you guys get here? Wh-what is going on? Are you..."

Madriani grew impatient, he didn't have time for a tea party. He nodded toward Northrop, "Alyssa can answer all your questions, she's good at talking." He turned toward her, "I'm going take some men and patrol the area, don't go to far.."

Madriani turned to go but stopped and turned toward Northrop, "And...thanks for your help."

Quickly he then and turned left with several troops.

By now a number of the fighters had circled around Northrop. Markata looked at Northrop, "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't offend him."

She could only shrug, "He's a Marine....he's only happy when he's got something to shoot at."

Alyssa smiled at the woman in front of her. "I'm sure it's nothing you did."

"What's the status of the Federation? Are they still...," her voice trailed off. Unspoken words told of the harsh weeks the Pacifican's suffered.

"I'm not entirely sure what's going on. But we've got the Federation Governor in custody....and as far as I know my ship is up in orbit taking care of the riff raff." Northrop shrugged again, "I'm sure it'll be a little while before Pacifica is rid totally of Federation and Cardassian forces."

The CWO holstered her phaser pistol. She was still wearing her sensor equipment. "How did your people fare?"

Markata looked around, "It could have been worse," she said.

"Any word on Govener Deleplane?"

"Last I heard...he was still on the Yamato." Alyssa could only shrug....but she wasn't able to say more.

Madriani returned to the scene. "If you ladies are done chit-chatting, the Zion has signaled, we're been ordered back to the ship. Reinforcements are on the way."

"Very well, Major." She nodded at the other woman. "I'll leave you to clean up." Northrop smiled.

She turned and followed after Madriani. "Why Major....upset that there's no one left for you to shoot?" There was a hint of a smirk in her voice.

Madriani shook his head in disgust, and ignored her, not dignifying her comment.

The living, the wounded and the dead where all loaded on the transports. Madriani left nothing behind. He signaled the pilot to take off.

He watched out the window as the citadel became just a small point sticking up from the oceans.

Soon he could see the horizons and the dark curve of space. He gazed back at his troops, they were hamming it up, it was a successful mission.

When the transport landed he stood up and spoke to his troops. "Men, listen up. You all did a good job back there. " Madriani gave his men a rare smile, "No row call in the morning and the beer is on...Johnson."

The troops laughed and cheered, "Hoo haa!"

Madriani pushed the button to drop the door ramp.

"Dismissed!"