Chapter 17 is done! (Patreon)

It's done, my friends, the chapter just needs a final polishing run and it'll be posted in the evening on the 1st or 2nd.  I'm honest enough with myself to admit that without you guys encouraging me and supporting this writing, God knows what kind of update schedule I'd have for this fic.  So thank you, again, for making this story possible.  :-)  I love you guys!

Now, enjoy the teaser!

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It was a small team considering we were going up against a gang of ruthless mercenaries, but that was standard procedure for Starfleet and again, Riker wouldn’t hear otherwise! My ship could support a team that was 10x larger for this relatively short journey, yet he couldn’t be convinced to take a larger team. He didn’t even have this small team outfitted with heavier weapons, like Type-3 phaser rifles, despite my strong suggestion. They were not Augments like me who were as deadly with a phaser pistol as they were with a phaser rifle.

Riker’s plan was to sneak in and rescue Picard, not make a full-on assault I was told. This kind of ridiculous thinking was why Ensign No Name was going to freaking die within the first 5 minutes on the planet, mark my words. They weren’t even wearing any kind of body armor. Even in 21st century Iraq and Afghanistan you wouldn’t find me without my body armor and helmet and full kit of weapons while away from base. It was like these fools thought they were taking a casual stroll through the forest, rather than potentially entering a firefight. Whatever. It was their lives on the line.