the others?

What happened?

It was then that she noticed she was being carried, and had been thrown over
someone’s shoulder. From the view she had, her transporter’s backside, she
couldn’t tell what species he was—only that she was somehow sure it was a he.
She started working at the rough-hewn rope that bound her wrists even as she
looked around for her crew. She didn’t see any of them, and she had to force
herself not to worry prematurely.

Minutes later, Hale was unceremoniously dumped on the ground next to the second
security officer. She had to grit her teeth to keep from crying out, as a
conveniently placed rock had pressed into her back sharply when she landed. The
officer she’d landed next to, Tate Owens, had also regained consciousness, as
had the others she could immediately see.Then she looked up at their captors,
her eyes going wide as saucers upon recognition.

Jem’Hadar.

What the hell? she thought, trying to follow the soldier with her eyes
as he circumvented the group of Starfleet officers and called out in a language
she didn’t recognize. Hale looked down, and seeing that her commbadge was gone
cursed under her breath. She glanced around and saw that they had been brought
to a small village, if it could be called that.

Soon Hale and the others were surprised to hear a voice call out in Standard
for her and the others to be released immediately, that they were guests. As
she was helped to her feet and released from her bonds, she made sure each of
her officers was alive and well. Approaching the group was an older Jem’Hadar
soldier and