Andron-Kel

A raid by the B'laya_cell on a Cardassian forced labour camp to rescue Tara_Nystrel, Tara_Lorschal and Ro_Jes. It resulted in the death of Lorschal.

Sims relating to the Andron-Kell raid

Lieutenant Tara's recollections

((CTO quarters, USS Triumphant))

::For the past fourteen years, she'd tried not to think of Andron-Kel. It had cost her her beloved brother, Lorschal. Most of it was a blur anyway. She remembered sitting in the Cardassian holding cell awaiting her execution with Jes and Lorschal. Then there was a whirl of activity as B'laya, Hal and Bejain fought their way into the cell. She recalled the momentary, biting pain as the Cardassian disruptor struck her on her side. Then it all became a blur as the survivors spent two weeks travelling to the mountains a hundred kilometres away, taking turns to carry her.

::Suddenly, from nowhere appeared a memory she hadn't known she had. She ran a hand across a scar on the left side of her torso.::

((Flashback, Bajor during the occupation))

::It had been nighttime in the Latana wastes. Only Bajor's tertiary moon, Entor was in the sky, and it was consequently dark. She'd remembered that. Bejain had been carrying her, though she'd been woosy all night. Her wound had become infected, and she'd felt every jar.

::Suddenly, they weren't moving any more. She opened her eyes, and saw Bejain over her, concern in his dark eyes.

Bejain: How're you doing?

::She grimaced::

Nys: Not too good actually

::Bejain lifted her shirt and inspected the wound, his mouth set. He reached for his water container, and poured a little across it. It felt deliciously cool and soothing, but she held her hand up

Nys: Stop. You need that. There's no water until Juret, two days away.

Bejain: Three actually. I can spare it. Besides... ::He grinned at her with his characteristic crooked grin.:: We look out for each other, you and I.

::Weakly, she had smiled back at him.

Nys: We do, don't we?

Lieutenant Rhys talking with Lieutenant (jg) Sam Perkins

Perkins: Oh don't worry you will not be rid of me. It was just a crazy thought. Two very dear friends of mine were killed. In the battle with the T'Lithians , Nash and Hender. Rhys you must of lost many friends on Bajor. During the occupation of the Cardies. How did you carry on?

Rhys: Carry on? Ah.  ::He looked at the young Jaygee with more closely. Courtesy demanded he pay full attention for discussions such as this one.:: We all had our ways. I remember a raid on a forced labour camp at Andron-Kel. My resistance partner, Tara Nystral and two of our members were being executed. We had to rescue them.  ::He gazed at the amber beer:: Nys was injured and I lost one of my closest friends on that raid. Tara's brother, Lorschal. We didn't even have bodies to bury. I thought I'd never be truly happy again.

And yet, I have been. I think that's the reason why I follow Bajoran traditions so strongly, Sam. In times of death or crisis, you need some reason, some...frame of reference for your world. The B'laya cell wasn't terribly religious, ::he laughed:: wasn't religious at all...but we did follow traditions in the face of an enemy who was determined to wipe them out. Small acts of defiance, B'laya used to call them.