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Star Trek Lower Decks: The Forgotten Marine

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During the Domnion War, the USS Argentina had deployed a squadron of Starfleet Marines to the planet Tyra, with orders to destroy the wreckage of the California-Class Warship the USS Saratoga, however, Dominion Anti-Air blew most of the Dropships out of the air as soon as they entered Tyra's Atmosphere, with only Lieutenant Abraham Jefferson, Commanding Officer of the Argentina's Marine Contingent, and a single fireteam of Marines making it to the drop zone. Last contact with the marines was a single Transmission from Lt. Jefferson:

	"Contact, Contact! Requesting fire support at *Static* my position!*Static*"

Contact was lost with the Ground Team, and The Argentina was forced to retreat. 

Five years later, the USS Vancouver picked up a long range SOS from the Planet Tyra.

'Mayday, Mayday, this is the USS Saratoga! We've crash-landed on Tyra and have wounded! We require immediate Evac! *gunfire*'


A/N: takes place after SE1 EP2Tous Droits Réservés

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