Summery: Tour of Duty Bravo Company encounters the Star Trek universe on DS 9.

Disclamer: Capt. Becky Goldman, Starfleet and Lt. Waters, Starfleet were created by Lt. Wolfe. Star Trek characters copyrighted Paramount Studio. TOD characters copyright by Tour of Duty.

Bravo company, second platoon had just returned to base a short while ago. Lt. Goldman was taking some personal time to rid himself of five days worth of the boonies. He was tired.

"Lt, Major Darling wants to see you in his office ASAP." Sgt. Anderson passed the order on to Myron.

"Thanks, Sergeant," Lt. Bellowed from under his shower. "Would deserve the major right if I reported as is." Myron chuckled to himself.

Myron donned a clean uniform and reported to his C.O.

"Lt. Goldman reporting as ordered, sir."

"At ease, Lt." The major had a distraught look on his face. Myron knew that there was something important coming down.

"Lt, intelligence has recently reported an inexplicable phenomenon in the north east sector. You and your platoon will be air dropped 2 klicks from the reported site. You will walk in from there. Lt, this is a search and destroy mission. In 48 hours after reaching the site, you will meet with the chopper at the designated LZ. You and your men have that long to find the object, analyze it, and destroy it. Keep in mind that if you miss that bird you and your men will not have a way home. Is that understood, Lt ?"

"Why can't the flyboys just bomb the thing to hell ? My platoon signed on to fight 'charlie', not to investigate some mysterious unknown from who knows where."

"A few good reasons, Lt. First, the objective is only 3 klicks from a friendly vill. Second, intelligence needs to know what it is and where it came from. As well as who put it in the middle of the Vietnamese jungle. Third, We need to know its purpose."

Myron didn't like the answers that the major gave him, but he had his orders.

"Dismissed Lt."

Myron briefly saluted the major and turned and walked out of the CO's tent.

Lt. walked to the barracks to inform his men of the mission that he thought was insane. He needed the time alone to cool off. On the way he met Sgt. Anderson.

"Zeke I have a bizarre feeling about this mission." Myron continued to explain the mission to his trusted friend.

"Well Lt. It ain't going to be easy. But we have some good soldiers who know their jobs and they are used to the unexpected. I will brief them on the mission. Give them a chance. They won't disappoint you, sir."

"Tell the men to try to get some sleep. We'll need everybody at their best for this mission. I'm on my way to my hootch to get some shut eye myself."

"Yes sir. Good night, Lt."

Myron and Anderson parted company.

End of Chapter 1

The next morning bravo company, 2nd platoon had their final briefing on the mission. As they boarded the chopper, they still had no idea exactly what they were looking for. All that they knew is that it was a bizarre looking object that didn't belong in the Vietnamese jungle. The chopper landed at he designated LZ and the 2nd platoon started to trek into the jungle toward the mysterious unknown.

"OK now, close your yaps. We don't want 'charlie' to know that we know about this thing." Sgt. Anderson barked the order as the platoon walked passed him on t he trail.

Marcus all of a sudden raised his fist as he instinctively got down on his knees. As a reflex the rest of the men did the same. Sgt. Anderson joined Marcus.

"Sarge, listen. The shrill, steady humming noise." Murmured Marcus.

At first no one else heard anything. Then as the Lt approached, everyone heard it.

"Man Marcus. You are jumpy today. That sounds like one of those there jungle birds." Anderson chuckled.

Lt agreed with Marcus. "It sounds too mechanical for a bird, Sgt. And it's too steady. Sgt, you take Baker and Percell and fan out to the left. I'll take Ruiz and Taylor and fan to the right. The rest of you guys stay put. We'll circle the object and then move in simultaneously. OK. Go."

Second platoon arrived at their designated spots around the object.

"Move in." Commanded the Lt.

The men couldn't believe their eyes. What they found was a very immense structure of some kind. It was approximately 9 feet high and 6 feet accross. It seemed to be hollow in the center, but you couldn't see through it. The

opening was covered with a thick fog-like substance.

"Where the hell did that come from." Inquired Lt.

Without warning a mechanical voice spoke.

A question. For centuries I have waited for a question. I am known as the gateway of the Ages. I can answer any question, just step through the portal.

"You didn't answer the Lt's question yet." Snapped Anderson.

Instantly the center of the object became a wild wind storm.

"You certainly got its attention, Sarge." Said Taylor.

The wind storm became more fierce until finally it lifted the men of the 2nd platoon into the air and hurled them into the center of the object.

End chapter 2

Within a blink of an eye, the platoon was whirling head over heals in the haze of the foggy wind. No one knew exactly how long the vortex had them whirling around or knew where they were headed. They reached their destination, wherever that was.

"Toto, I don’t think we are in Kansas anymore." lamented Percell.

"Hey now, ya all. I don’t know where we are. I’ve never seen any stuff like this here stuff. But we’re alive."

The platoon looked around their new surroundings.

"It looks something out of the comic books. Something like Buck Roger." asserted Marcus.

It appeared that they were standing in a corridor of some kind. It was made of what appeared to be a shinny metallic

material. It looked like the place was some kind of a military post, but none that the second platoon had ever seen before.

"I wonder where the people are who run this place." Johnson said with caution.

"I imagine that we are fixin to find out, son" voiced Anderson.

Without warning The men were surrounded by what appeared to be security guards. Their weapons were set to kill.

"Hey there, ain’t no need to lock and load now, is there?

Sergeant Anderson was hoping he would get a positive reply.

The security guards in strange uniforms looked at each other in disbelief.

"I am Lt. Waters, Starfleet security. Please come with me to the captain’s ready room."

"Good, I want to find out where the hell we are. I want to see the person in charge. I want some answers now, mister" demanded Lt.

"With all respect, sir. I don’t think it would be a wise thing to push them any father then we have to." suggested Anderson.

As the team was being escorted to their destination. multiple sirens and red flashing lights began to go wild. Some unseen voice kept repeating red alert all systems go to red alert, this is not a drill.

The guards herded the men into a nearby room and secured the door.

Baker looked out what appeared to be a window. "Sarge, Lt. I think you want to look at this."

The entire platoon squeezed together to look at what Baker saw.

"Damn," Lt. howled. We aren’t even on earth. We’re somewhere out in space."

"Now, how can that be Lt? We all know there ain’t no life in space." Anderson comforted himself more than anything else.

End part 3.

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"Sergeant, I say we are somehow somewhere in space. How we got here I don’t know." replied Goldman with authority.

"I’ll take one more look see out that there fancy window and everything will make sense."

Anderson peered out of the portal. His eyes grew wide and his jaw almost dropped to the floor. He was in a state of shock.

"What is it sarge? Are you OK?"

"Yea, I be OK. Just can’t believe what I see out there."

The entire platoon looked out of the portal again.

"Holy cow" Johnson was astounded by what he saw. "It is some kind of space ship, all right, but who’s."

The space ship was bigger than anything the men had ever seen before. The top appeared to be cylinder shape with one large projection below. The back consisted of two equally sized cylinders. It seemed to be connected to what ever it was that they were inside of.

"Sarge, Those guys with the fine weapons didn’t look like any MP’s I ever saw."

"I know Taylor, they looked more like Flash Gordon." said the sarge.

"Or the Fantastic Four." added Ruiz.

At that time the door opened and a dark skinned man about two meters tall entered the room. He was accompanied by two security guards and an attractive woman with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her hair was up like it would be if she was in the Army. The security guards were wearing the same strange, stretchy gold color uniforms as before. The dark man and the lady were wearing the same style uniform as the guards, but it was maroon color.

And looked a lot better on the woman, Lt. thought is himself.

"Welcome to Deep Space Nine. I am Captain Sisco, commander of the station. This is Capt. Goldman, one of the best commanders in Starfleet."

Lt. snapped to attention. "Lt. Myron Goldman, Bravo Company, third Battalion, 44th Infantry, 196th Light Infantry Bergade, US Army."

"I don’t recall any of those units," confirmed Capt. Sisco

Sisco looked at Capt. Goldman for same answers.

"Capt., During the period of time that I believe that these men came from an infantry soldier was a foot soldier. They were trained, armed and equipped to fight on foot. The slang word of the time was `grunt`. As far as a company, battalion and Bergade, they were all divisions in the chain of command. A Lt. was usually in command of a company. I am convinced that these men are no threat to Deep space Nine or to Starfleet. They may even help us fight the war with the Cardassians." visualized Capt. Goldman.

"Oh, great. We leave one war zone and are lucky enough to get thrown into another war zone somewhere." agonized Baker.

"Hush now son. Let the nice Capt. finish." added Anderson.

"How can these people help us against the Cardassians? They don’t even know where or when they are." Questioned Sisco.

"Being a history buff that I am. I believe that somehow they arrived here from the middle of the twentieth century. Their clothing seems to be standard jungle issue uniforms for that period. In the middle of the twentieth century the United States was involved in a civil war in a part of the world known as Indo China. I would guess Vietnam to be exact."

"Oh lady. You are good. Now tell us where and when we are now." appealed Lt.

Lt. you and your men have left your own time and ended up in the twenty-fourth century. Using the old Terran calendar this would be the year 2362. You have traveled ahead in time three hundred and ninety five years. You are on a space station in deep space with the designation of Deep Space Nine. It is owned by the Bijorans and administered by Starfleet."

"Yea, that was my next question." added Lt. "What exactly is Starfleet."

"Starfleet is a combined service. We are exactly what the name implies. A Fleet of starships exploring the known universe." offered Capt. Goldman.

For some reason Lt. felt most comfortable speaking to this woman. He wasn’t sure if it was her beauty or the fact that they shared the same last name. He would definitely have to explore this farther.

"Is that your starship out that fancy window?"

"Yes, Lt. It is. That is my ship, the USS Yorktown."

"Wow, You own that. "marveled Baker.

"No, not exactly. I command it. I am its C.O."

Capt. Sisco added. "There are many different species here on DS 9. They are come in peace and are welcome here. The same as you are. You and your men may have complete access to all public areas of the station. But I recommend that you get to know my crew, you will know them by their uniforms. I encourage you to go with one of my crew members when ever you leave your quarters. Don’t worry about the war for now. Just relax and learn."

Third platoon was more than ready to relax.

"Capt. Goldman will escort you to your assigned quarters. Becky, I want to see you in my office first thing in the morning."

"Yes, sir."

Lt was caught off guard when Capt. Sisco mentioned Capt. Goldman’s first name. Becky was short for Rebecca. And Rebecca was his mother’s first name. He knew more than ever that he had to investigate this in greater detail.

End part 4.

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Capt. Goldman and the men of the third platoon walked through what seemed like endless corridors. It appeared that the entire station was made of the same shiny, metallic substance. On the side of the fancy, medal wall Lt. saw a sign that said, L 4 S 12.

"Capt., what does L4 S12 mean." inquired Lt.

"Lt. These are the quarters for you and your men. L means level, we are on the fourth level on the station. The S 12 means section 12. All levels are divided into sections so it is easier for a visitor such as yourselves to find their way around. You and the sergeant will each have private quarters. The rest of your men will have two to a dwelling unit."

"I will show you how to work the replicater. Gentleman, this is a replicater. It is programmed to give you any food or beverage that you may desire. For example, computer I will have tea, Earl Gray, hot."

The third platoon was amazed when a cup of steaming hot tea appeared in the opening of the device on the wall.

"Can we get anything from that thing." questioned Anderson.

"Anything to eat and drink. I had the engineer program some twentieth century items for you, pizza anyone?"

"Next is the sonic shower. We don’t use water in space, so this is the next best thing. The system automatically comes on when you step in the stall. It works by sound waves."

"Good night gentleman. I will be here in the morning to give you a tour of DS nine."

"Good night, ma’am."

The second platoon went into their assigned quarters. That is, all except for the Lt.

"Where are your quarters, Capt.? In case one of the guys needs something I know where to find you." Myron asked, hoping the Capt. would fall for the question.

"My quarters are on the Yorktown. Would you like to see the Yorktown? It’s nothing special, but it’s home."

"Sure." Myron thought that she would never get around to asking him. Now he could spend some private time with this Capt. of the twenty-fourth century.

The two officers walked through more corridors then Myron cared to remember. Finally, they arrived at the USS Yorktown. And to the Capt.’s quarters.

The quarters were the size of a small apartment. The decor was modern and it was furnished in shades of pastels. Every piece of furniture seemed to have a purpose. Myron noticed a small wooden table near one of those fancy windows. On the table was a menorah. He admired that it was tastefully and respectfully displayed.

"Oh, I see that you noticed my menorah. My grandmother gave it to me when I graduated from Starfleet academy."

"It is beautiful. Well taken care of."

"It comforts me many times."

" May I get you a drink, Lt.?"

"Sure, whatever you are having."

"We don’t usually have alcohol in DS 9, just synthahol. Except some officers have a private stock of the real stuff. It’s the same thing, but it won’t make you drunk."

"What fun is that questioned Myron?"

"Don’t know," Rebecca giggled. "Computer, two martini’s, extra dry. Be careful, Goldman, this is the real stuff."

"OK, Goldman. Thanks for the warning." Lt. said with a smile.

"Capt. What do you do for fun around here? Everybody is always all business and warrior-like, even you."

"If you will give me a moment, this warrior will transform herself into a lady." said Becky. "Make yourself at home, Myron."

Then Becky returned. She was dressed in a satin pastel blue, low cut wrap around.

End part 5.

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Myron put his arms around Becky and kissed her .

"Computer, dim lights. Play some twentieth century earth, soft, easy listening music." Becky commanded the computer.

Myron was curious about ‘computer,' he decided that it could wait.

"Myron, Let’s never let this evening end. I have never met anyone like you in a very long time."

The two Goldman's fell asleep from exhustion.

Early next morning Becky got up and donned her uniform for her meeting with Capt. Sisco.

"Myron, I have to go meet with Capt. Sisco. There is a DS 9 gray uniform on the chair. It will help you and the guys to not stand out so much. I will meet you and your men at your quarters in about 20 minutes."

"OK. See you soon." Myron said still half asleep.

Becky continued on to her meeting with Sisco.

"Good morning, Capt. I hope the evening went well." inquired Sisco.

"Yes, very well, Capt." Becky wondered if Sisco knew just how well the evening had gone.

"Capt. Goldman, you are the history buff. What do you recommend that we do next with these twentieth century soldiers?"

"I don’t expect Starfleet to allow them to command a starship, their tactical strategies could prove to be very helpful to us and confusing to the Cardasians. They could brief our commanders on their battle style and then they would be safe on the station until we can figure a way to get them home where they belong. We wouldn’t want to interrupt the time line or the family lines of these men. I say that for a personal reason. I believe that I am distantly related to their Lt. Goldman, about eight generations or so. I will arrange to use the computer history base to find any family on earth for any of these men who wish me to do so."

"Very well, Capt. I have some volunteers who are interested in escorting these men around DS 9. The volunteers will explain everything and answer all their questions. I believe that this one on one approach is the best way."

"I agree, Capt. I will be responsible to brief Lt. Goldman."

"Capt. Goldman, for some reason I thought you would be." Sisco said with a smile. "The volunteers are prepared and waiting to meet our guests."

Capt. Goldman left Sisco’s office and met the volunteers who were going to be companions for the 2nd platoon during their stay on DS 9.

"All of you have been briefed and you know what is expected of you. This can be a fun assignment. These men are just like us, they are just temporarily misplaced in time. Teach them about Starfleet and DS 9. I know that they will have a lot of questions. I will do a family check in the computer history base if any of the men are interested. Just tell them to come see me."

Capt. Goldman and the volunteers went to meet the 2nd platoon.

"Good Morning, I see everyone found their uniforms. Gentleman, I would like for you to meet some of the Starfleet crew. They will help you to familiarize yourselves with the station and its operations. I will introduce the Starfleet crew members and then feel free to pair up with one of them.

First, this is Ensign Le Fong, he is my weapons specialist on the Yorktown.

" I wouldn’t let him near any of my weapons." Baker said almost to himself, realizing that Fong was of Vietnamese heritage.

Second, is Lt. Waters. He works in security. Next, Petty Officer May. She is a medic on DS 9. Then, there is Mr. Price. He is a civilian from Bajor, our host planet. And of course, I will be with Lt. Goldman. any questions ? Good."

"I would like Ensign Fong with me." suggested Sgt. Anderson.

"That would be fine. The rest of you guys can pair up." suggested Capt. Goldman.

"Dismissed."

Second platoon and their guides went in different directions.

"Now, Lt. what do you think of finding out if you have any family on earth ?"

" Sounds good to me. You can really do that ?"

"Sure can. Let’s go use the Yorktown’s computer. It’s more private."

The two officers were directed towards the Yorktown, and Capt. Goldman’s quarters.

"Computer ?" Lt. said with a questioning look.

"Oh, Myron. You are so twentieth century."

Lt. wasn’t actually sure what that meant, but Becky was smiling.

" Here we are and not too bad if I do say so myself.

"Myron Goldman, now this is serious." Becky tried to restrain from giggling, but couldn’t.

"Computers are machines that we can program. They give us the information that we ask for. They are many times faster then the human mind." Becky knew that her explanation did not make much sense to Myron. She decided it would be easier to show Myron what computers could do.

Myron was perplexed, but was glad that Becky knew what she was doing.

"Computer, history base. Display family line of Goldman, Myron circa old earth calendar 1968. Does Myron Goldman have any family currently residing on earth?"

The computer replied. Myron Goldman has no family currently residing on earth. One blood relative found.

"Computer, display Goldman family tree. Where is the one Goldman relative residing?"

Goldman family member current member of Starfleet. Name, Rebecca Goldman. Current rank, Capt., current assignment USS Yorktown.

End part 7.

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Myron glanced at Becky, almost in disbelief. "Are we related ? How ? I never had any children."

"Yes, Myron." Becky said as she studied the computer readout of Myron’s family line. "This data goes back to your mother and father. It seems that your mother was the first Rebecca Goldman in a long line of Rebecca Goldman’s. Interesting. It seems that you and Nickki Raines had a son that she named Martin, after your father."

"How is that possible ? Nickki was pregnant, but she aborted the baby."

"After that time, the two of you must have ‘gotten together’. Martin Raines-Goldman was born on October 15, 1968."

" Damn. Must have been when we were in R&R at the beach. But Nickki transferred out shortly after that. I never saw her again."

"That explains it. Nickki didn’t know that she was pregnant until after she transferred out. I don’t know why she didn’t try to contact you. There is no history of it. Nickki did have baby Martin and she wanted your son to know something about his father, so she used the name, Raines-Goldman. Myron you are my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather. That is roughly ten generations. My grandmother who gave me the Menorah in my quarters, her name was Nickki. The family dropped the Raines part of the name in 2092."

Myron was stunned.

Myron didn’t know what to say. Our friendship will not change. Just promise you won’t call me ‘gramps.’" Myron said with a chuckle.

" I promise. Let’s go for a walk. I want you to observe something extraordinary. As far as we know it’s the only one of its kind."

The two Goldmans walked throughout the station. Myron didn’t know where they were going or what they were going to see. The officers at last came to a stop at another one of those fancy windows.

"Look out there, Myron. To your right. Isn’t it magnificent ?"

"What is magnificent ? I don’t see anything ?"

"Oh, mindless me. I forgot that it appears and then disappears for awhile. Now, there it is. Isn’t it beautiful ?"

"The most exquisite thing that I ever saw." Myron was gazing at Becky, not looking at the Bajorian worm hole.

"The most gorgeous thing that I have seen in 395 years."

"I know, let’s beam down to Bajor and watch the worm hole from the planet ?"

"Sure." Myron agreed without knowing exactly what a worm hole was and he didn’t have a clue as to what was involved with ‘beaming down’. But he was sure that he would soon find out.

End part 8.

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On their way to the transporter room Becky and Myron met Zeke and Ensign Le Fong.

"Hi Lt., ma'am. How you all doing ?"

"We are fine, Sgt. Just on our way to a place called the transporter room to go to the planet, some how." Lt. Said innocently.

Capt. Goldman and Ensign Fong chuckled to themselves.

"Can I help you with something, Sgt." Becky asked.

"Yes, ma'am. The Ensign here was telling me that you can check and see if I have any family in this time zone."

"Sure can with the computer. That is if Lt. Goldman wouldn't mind delaying his trip to Bajor."

"No problem, Capt." Myron was a bit relieved.

"Ok then, lets go to Ops and use the computer."

The foursome strolled to station operations.

"Gentleman, this is a computer. It will tell us what we want to know. Computer, access family history of Clayton Ezekiel Anderson, starting at old earth calendar circa 1968. List Anderson family members currently residing on earth."

Working. There are several Anderson family members currently residing on earth.

"Computer, show readout of Anderson family history. Same period." Becky ordered the computer.

The computer screen lit up with a long list of Anderson's

Family history for the last 395 years.

"Sgt. It seems that you have about nine generations of family. You also have great, great, great, great, great, great grand children currently residing on earth."

Zeke couldn't believe his ears or eyes. He actual still had family.

"Where are they living now ?" Zeke asked Rebecca.

"Seems that there is a Carol Anderson still in Boise, Idaho and a Kathleen Anderson in Twin Falls, Idaho, a Katie Anderson in Eden, Idaho. Also a Clay Anderson in Peak-a-boo, Idaho."

Zeke was about in shock. "Yeah, I can see my family in Peak-a-boo. It is a small hole in the wall town in the Sawtooth mountains with only a country store and a gas station."

"Actually, Sgt. Peak-a-boo, Idaho is now a vast city complex."

Sgt. Anderson walked away shaking his head in disbelief.

"He will be all right. Capt. You beam down to Bajor and have a good trip."

"Thank you Ensign." The two Goldman's continued their trip to the transportor room from operations.

End part 9.

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The two officers entered the transportor room.

"Becky, I never even imagines a place like this could ever exist. I don't know what to say." Said Lt.

" I will explain briefly. Please stand on the platform inside that circle. I will set the controls on automatic and join you. The transportor will break your body down to atoms. Then it will transport them to Bajor and will remember your body pattern. Simple."

Lt. was sorry he had even asked. But he trusted Becky totally.

"Woooooooo" screeched Myron as he felt the affect of the transportor beam and disappeared in a stream of shimmering gray and silver light particles.

In a blink of an eye, Lt. And Becky were off the space station and on a planet.

"I've never felt anything like that before in my whole life." Lt said with wonder in his voice.

"You get used to your body being broken down into atoms after awhile. It's common technology." Capt. Goldman explained.

" It might be common for you, but it is mind bending to me." Myron expressed.

The planet seemed dry and desolate to Myron. It had a reddish-orange tint to the atmosphere. It seemed to be about dusk. There were no people around.

"Here we are, Myron. Bajor, isn't it beautiful ?"

Myron was about to answer when without warning something became visible in the Bajoran sky. It was circular in shape and seemed to be turning clock-wise. It had an aura of different shades of blues and grays.

"Wow" Myron said half stunned. "What is that ?"

"That is known as the Bajoran wormhole. It was discovered shortly after Starfleet came to Bajor. The Bajorian people believe that the 'profits' live in it. They call the worm hole, the celestial temple. The 'profits' or aliens as Starfleet calls them, allow passage of vessels through the wormhole to the gamma quadrant, 70,000 light-years away."

Myron's head was spinning.

"If the gamma quadrant is on the other side of this wormhole, what quadrant are we in ?"

"We are in the alpha quadrant. It's the same quadrant that earth is in. DS 9 is also in the alpha quadrant."

Unexpectedly, Myron sensed that they were no longer alone. A woman in a long, flowing robe and wearing a strange looking hat approached them. As Myron looked at the woman closer, he could not help but notice the bridge of her nose had ridges.

"Don't stare, Myron. She is a Bajorian. That is normal for them. She is Kai Winn, a very important religious leader on Bajor."

Kai Winn approched the two officers.

"Greetings from the profits."

"Kai this is the man I told you about. He is part of my family."

Kai Winn fondled Myron's right ear lobe.

"She is checking your 'pha'." Becky pronounced it pa. Capt. Goldman explained softly.

"He is an excellent young man with an interesting past."Kai Winn informed Becky and Myron.

"Yes, he is." Becky agreed. "Kai, I will return as soon as duty allows."

"Yes, my child."

Becky and Myron stood at the exact spot where they had arrived on Bajor.

" DS 9. Two to beam up."

"Aaaaaggg." Lt. shouted. As he once again felt the effect of the transporter beam.

End part 10

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Myron and Becky where once again aboard DS 9.

"No matter how long I am in the time period, I will never get used to that thing." Myron said with finality, talking about the transporter.

"It's not really that bad, Lt. " Becky said with a smile.

Capt. Goldman's comm badge beeped. Capt. Sisko was on the other end.

"Capt, I need you and the Lt to come to the conference room. We are ready to begin."

"Yes sir, It slipped my mind,sir. We are on our way."

"What are we ready to begin, Becky ?" Myron was almost afraid to hear the answer.

" I totally forgot about the meeting with the Capts of the ships patroling this area. We need some of your twentith century tactics to fight the Dominion."

"What is the Dominion ? Are they really a threat ?"

" Let's just say they are a nasty group of different species that you don't want to meet up with."

Both Goldman's entered the conference room.

"Sorry we are late. I would like all of you to welcome a very special visitor to Deep Space 9. He is from the mid twentieth century and is here to help us improve our tactics against the Dominion. How he got here can be answered after the briefing. Please welcome Lt. Myron Goldman, US Army circa 1968."

A devastating silence fell on the room as Myron began to speak.

"Hello, everybody. First, I won't tell you how to fight and win your war. But I can give you some tactical ideas that I promise you your Dominion friends won't know. In front of each of you there is a data pad that is essentially the same as what I'm going to go over here. Feel free for questions afterwards."

The gathering began to buzz among itself. There were undertones as to the feasibility of this plan. Most of the officers were open to anything at this point.

"Let's start with the Hammer & Anvil tactic. This basically explains itself. All of these maneuvers were used for ground troops, but we can adopt them for starship use. In the hammer & anvil, part of your fighting force is inserted to take up a blocking position toward the enemy. The second part of your fighting force is at the opposite end behind the on coming force. Part 2 moves slowly towards the first part. The enemy would be in the middle and destroyed. One fallback to this maneuver is that it is a set up to be shot by 'friendly fire'. That means in the heat of battle you could mistakenly fire on your own fleet."

Capt Owens of the USS Phoenix, asked " What is the percentage of predicted enemy causalities with this tactic?"

" Unless they just disappear it is a very high percentage." added Lt Goldman. "Another element is the ambush. The most common is the 'L' shaped ambush. This is where a small number of ships would steak out a well traveled area. They would form the base of the 'L'. When the Dominion ships are in the 'attack zone' another group of ships , the side of the 'L' would squeeze them toward the base element. A drawback to this ambush is that it would work better with the element of surprise. The last ambush configuration is the 'X' ambush. First element is 90 degrees from the first element and is set up to ambush on a flank attack."

"Thank you Lt Goldman. I'm sure the commanders found the information very intriguing. Gentleman that concludes the briefing."

The briefing had ended on a positive note and Becky was extremely proud of Myron.

"You were wonderful in there, Myron. Your explanations of the maneuvers were great. Everyone understood exactly what you wanted to make known."

"Awww Becky, I just instructed them on what I know. It's really no big deal."Myron said with confidence.

Becky didn't really understand 'no big deal', but she knew Myron did a job well done. The two Goldman's decided to go to Becky's quarters and relax.

"Let's celebrate." Becky hinted. " I will go change into something more comfortable. Back in a minute