1 Hour Later"This is Lt. Ashley, Nishka we have come under fire and are going to be bringing lots of company with us when we board the ship, we have the admiral with us but he needs urgent medical care, currently he still has a knife in his leg and we are carrying him with us, anything you can do to assist would be appreciated..." said Michael calmly as he fired at several guards who were chasing his team towards the docking area, oddly enough the stations alarm had not yet sounded and it seemed as if the Romulans thought the federation personnel would be captured by Kinjo and his team who had convinced the station that they were taking prisoners for transport.
"I understand Michael but we are unable to help you the best I can do is have this ship ready to leave the moment your team is aboard..." said Nishka, who was receivng Michael's message while she was working in sickbay.
"Sir, there is the docking bay, lets hurry this along and get off this station... shouted Mar'Tok as he felled another pair of guards.
"Alright lets GO!" shouted Michael as his team provided cover and the first group comprising himself and several others carrying the admiral ran aboard the ship.
However, Michael stayed behind to provide cover for the team of 5 that Mar'Tok was leaving, he squeezed off a few shots from his phaser to cover their retreat aborad the ship, but at the last moment Michael saw Mar'Tok drop to the ground, Mar'Tok struggled back to his feet to fight the Romulan guards who had run up to pin him to the ground, Michael squeezed off a few shots from his phaser trying to help his friend, but one of the Romulans who was smarter than the others grabbed Mar'Tok and tried to use him as a shield, Michael fired another shot and missed, then he saw a Romulan pull out a small dagger and slit the struggling Mar'Tok's throat. Mar'Tok fell face first into a pool of his own blood.
"Damn it!" shouted Michael as he turned away and sprinted aboard the ship.
"Alright, whoever is flying this bucket get us out of here!" shouted Michael into his communicator, as he sat against the nearest bulkhead....
With that message coming through the two helmsmen took the ship out of dock and cloaked her, the warbird was on its way to the edge of the system when Nishka's rigged torpedo detonated ripping the station to shreds and lighting the surrounding area with deadly fire, not a single soul survived the explosion.
With the warbirds arrival in federation space a message was sent through to starfleet command telling of what had occurred over the past couple days and the heroic actions of all those who had been a part of the patrol.
Upon arriving back at Starbase Valhalla the survivors went their own ways back to their respective ships and those who were now without a ship of their own were reassigned, a memorial was held for all those whom died during the initial attack on the patrol and during the incarceration of the survivors....
In a few weeks everything would be but a memory however the effects of the mission on all those involved may be much more long lasting....
[And that concludes "The Balance of Fear" feel free to make a personal conclusion for your character and thanks to all those that participated

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