[4thdimension]

Geordi La Forge paced the bridge, his eyes latched onto the murky planet below. Thirteen minutes had passed since the Marines launched from the Prometheus, every one feeling to the Captain like an age unto itself. Like a general on an old Earth battle field, La Forge had sent his men into battle, and now there was nothing to do but wait.
The energy on the bridge was tight and confined, like a phaser beam ready to be released on the prow of an enemy ship. La Forge saw it as the lingering effects of the Dominion war. Even those crew members who had been in the Academy at the time had been tainted by the cold tendrils of war. He saw this energy overflow as the tactical console released a steady alert. A preprogrammed message in case of changes in the sensor readings f the surface. As La Forge moved toward tactical he registered the almost hostile reactions of the crew. Officers itching for a fight, disappointed when what they thought was a call to arms was nothing more than a simple alert. All save the Vulcan T'val , as usual his true state of mind was nearly impossible to detect.
"The sensors are detecting an increased concentration of technology signatures within two kilometers of the crash site sir." The Vulcan reported flatly. La Forge slapped a fist into his hand and turned to the view screen with an energy that matched that of his bridge crew, he'd been right. The Hirogen were revealing their strength. He couldn't see them through the atmospheric interference, but atleast now his fears had been confirmed. Captain La Forge hated running on assumption.
"Show me what you can Mr. Reed" He said to his communications officer. A moment later the Dominion vessel could be seen in relief on screen. It's dark outline provided a tantalizing view to the Captain, Hirogen vessels represented by orange triangles amassed around the ship. Reed seemed to pick up on La Forge's displeasure with the primitive image. "I apologize for the view sir, that's the best we can do through that interference."
The Captain waved off the remark, stepped still closer to the view screen. More orange triangles arrived, surrounded the colossus star ship. "It looks like our package has been delivered." He said, staring deeply into the screen. His bridge crew stood motionless, watching as the orange triangles converged on the Dominion vessel. "Stand alert people, the moment those transponders come online and we get our people back I want to be able to punch it to trans warp." La forge called out, snapping his crew into action. All but , he T'val was motionless at his station, staring into his console. His face was an emotionless mask.
"What is it Mr. T'val?" He moved a step closer as his tactical officer looked up, he swallowed once, and his right hand griped the console just a bit tighter, the gesture undetectable to anyone who handn't spent enough time by a Vulcan's side.
" The two Hirogen war ships have matched our orbit sir. They have formed a search pattern bearing 01, mark 4. Distance is four thousand kilometers." T'val said, his voice as cool as glacial ice. His right eyebrow rose in defiance of his anti emotional conditioning. "They are closing sir, apparently despite our cloak." La Forge's gut clenched into a tight knot. Things were going very wrong, very fast.