The occupation of Bajor was a bloody one... 100-word drabble response to the Ass-Kicking Women Challenge on Open Scrolls Archive
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Dakhur Province Vigilante
My heartbeat quickens as I see the shuttle land in the clearing ahead. I realize I am holding my breath and let it out slowly. My legs and muscles ache while I wait in my cramped position, but I will not move for fear of making a sound that would alert our prey to the presence of my resistance cell.
Waiting is endless and torturous until the Cardassians appear. I fire my disruptor rifle and watch them fall dead. One rushes me, but his head meets with the end of my rifle. The only good Cardassian is a dead one.