DANG! I ALMOST think Sisko might be worse than Dukat! And that's saying something!!
My Myriad Universe
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Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Garak dragged himself out of the office and the doors closed. Sisko stole another glance at the body on the floor and grunted. Pulling his phaser pistol out, he disintegrated the wretch.
“No challenge,” he muttered. “Nothing is a challenge. I need something that forces me to think! This is intolerable. I nee something that requires my level of skill.” He turned to look out the viewport at his mighty fleet arrayed around the station. Still no word from Janeway. “That woman had better not fail me. She’s my chief lieutenant out there. If she fails me…” he hissed as he realized he was squeezing the phaser so hard the out casing cracked. “I need a drink.”
* * *
Brunt put the glass back in the matter reclimator and sighed. Maybe today he’d earn a profit. Ever since Grand Nagus Quark had exiled him to this profit-forsaken place, Brunt had been nothing but a failure. Terok Nor was full of Imperial thugs and murderers. And they demanded his services for no charge. It was either that or die, so he lived with the hopes of one day seeing a bar of latinum again.
“I guess it’s not ALL bad,” he said. He turned around to his number one customer. Morn, the Commandant of the Lurian Mining Guild sat at his customer seat at the bar, drinking tranya. He was the only one that paid. But Morn was rich enough to buy the station and much of the fleet protecting it. “Fill you up, Morn?”
Morn gave a slow nod and pushed his empty glass forward on the bar. Brunt topped him off. Then he heard it. The arrogant swagger of medals clinking and he knew who was coming.
Sisko stepped over the raised threshold to the bar and looked around at the empty facility. “Brunt,” he said softly. “Raktajino. Very hot.”
“Yes, my lord,” Brunt said, moving towards the replicator and punching up the order on the Cardassian interface. A moment later in a golden beam of energy, the steaming cup of Klingon coffee appeared. Controlling his shaking hands, he passed the beverage over to Sisko. “And what can I.. uh.. do for you today.. sir?”
Sisko gulped the drink, grimacing as the burning liquid scorched his mouth and tongue. “You can not ask your Emperor questions,” he said. Brunt physically flinched. “Don’t worry, Brunt, you’re the best bartender this side of Antares. You’re safe. For now.” He finished the rest of his drink.
Suddenly there were gasps from officers on the Promenade. Brunt turned to look out the window and was shocked to see Garak. Dragging himself across the deck, a nasty looking dagger protruding from his thigh.
“See?” Sisko asked. “That’s what happens to people I suspect of crossing me.”
“You’re a fair leader, my emperor,” Brunt said.
“Excuse me, sir?” came a voice from the doorway.
Turning, Sisko smiled at his chief security, and nodded. “Yes, Commander Eddington, what can I do for you?”
Michael Eddington hesitated for a brief moment. “We’ve received word from one of the excavation teams on Bajor, sir. There’s been a discovery in the ruins of a Bajoran shrine. They say they need you to see it immediately.”
“Prepare my shuttle,” Sisko said. “We’ll give Doctor Galen the honor of my presence.”
* * *
Doctor Richard Galen hated the imperials and everything they stood for. But he loved archeology more than he hated them. That was how he had been attached to the archeology team to Bajor.
The world had been razed when the Empire arrived. There were a few pockets of population left, but for all intents and purposes the world was dead. He found himself now in what had once been the catacombs under the Kendra Shrine.
“You said you had something to show me!”
Galen flinched at the tone of the man approaching from the shadows. Sisko marched forward, followed by two soldiers carrying phaser rifiles. “Yes,” Galen said carefully, holding up a data padd. “This,” he said indicating a large stone tablet. “We’ve located this tablet and this ark. It was really quite remarkable. We’ve translated the inscriptions.” He handed the padd to Sisko.
Looking down at the small screen, Sisko felt his eyes go wide and his rate race.
It read: The Sisko Will Come.
“How can this be?” he asked.
Galen point to the second object, the large trapezoidal case. “Open it, sir, I think it’s for you.”
Sisko took a step forward and pulled the small doors open. A swirling hourglass-shapped energy form spun in it. It flashed…
Sisko stood in a white space… he could hear his own heartbeat… he spun around, looked for… he gasped.
“Jennifer!” he said to the form moving towards him. IT was Jennifer!
“You,” she said slowly in a very bland tone, “are The Sisko.”
“No challenge,” he muttered. “Nothing is a challenge. I need something that forces me to think! This is intolerable. I nee something that requires my level of skill.” He turned to look out the viewport at his mighty fleet arrayed around the station. Still no word from Janeway. “That woman had better not fail me. She’s my chief lieutenant out there. If she fails me…” he hissed as he realized he was squeezing the phaser so hard the out casing cracked. “I need a drink.”
* * *
Brunt put the glass back in the matter reclimator and sighed. Maybe today he’d earn a profit. Ever since Grand Nagus Quark had exiled him to this profit-forsaken place, Brunt had been nothing but a failure. Terok Nor was full of Imperial thugs and murderers. And they demanded his services for no charge. It was either that or die, so he lived with the hopes of one day seeing a bar of latinum again.
“I guess it’s not ALL bad,” he said. He turned around to his number one customer. Morn, the Commandant of the Lurian Mining Guild sat at his customer seat at the bar, drinking tranya. He was the only one that paid. But Morn was rich enough to buy the station and much of the fleet protecting it. “Fill you up, Morn?”
Morn gave a slow nod and pushed his empty glass forward on the bar. Brunt topped him off. Then he heard it. The arrogant swagger of medals clinking and he knew who was coming.
Sisko stepped over the raised threshold to the bar and looked around at the empty facility. “Brunt,” he said softly. “Raktajino. Very hot.”
“Yes, my lord,” Brunt said, moving towards the replicator and punching up the order on the Cardassian interface. A moment later in a golden beam of energy, the steaming cup of Klingon coffee appeared. Controlling his shaking hands, he passed the beverage over to Sisko. “And what can I.. uh.. do for you today.. sir?”
Sisko gulped the drink, grimacing as the burning liquid scorched his mouth and tongue. “You can not ask your Emperor questions,” he said. Brunt physically flinched. “Don’t worry, Brunt, you’re the best bartender this side of Antares. You’re safe. For now.” He finished the rest of his drink.
Suddenly there were gasps from officers on the Promenade. Brunt turned to look out the window and was shocked to see Garak. Dragging himself across the deck, a nasty looking dagger protruding from his thigh.
“See?” Sisko asked. “That’s what happens to people I suspect of crossing me.”
“You’re a fair leader, my emperor,” Brunt said.
“Excuse me, sir?” came a voice from the doorway.
Turning, Sisko smiled at his chief security, and nodded. “Yes, Commander Eddington, what can I do for you?”
Michael Eddington hesitated for a brief moment. “We’ve received word from one of the excavation teams on Bajor, sir. There’s been a discovery in the ruins of a Bajoran shrine. They say they need you to see it immediately.”
“Prepare my shuttle,” Sisko said. “We’ll give Doctor Galen the honor of my presence.”
* * *
Doctor Richard Galen hated the imperials and everything they stood for. But he loved archeology more than he hated them. That was how he had been attached to the archeology team to Bajor.
The world had been razed when the Empire arrived. There were a few pockets of population left, but for all intents and purposes the world was dead. He found himself now in what had once been the catacombs under the Kendra Shrine.
“You said you had something to show me!”
Galen flinched at the tone of the man approaching from the shadows. Sisko marched forward, followed by two soldiers carrying phaser rifiles. “Yes,” Galen said carefully, holding up a data padd. “This,” he said indicating a large stone tablet. “We’ve located this tablet and this ark. It was really quite remarkable. We’ve translated the inscriptions.” He handed the padd to Sisko.
Looking down at the small screen, Sisko felt his eyes go wide and his rate race.
It read: The Sisko Will Come.
“How can this be?” he asked.
Galen point to the second object, the large trapezoidal case. “Open it, sir, I think it’s for you.”
Sisko took a step forward and pulled the small doors open. A swirling hourglass-shapped energy form spun in it. It flashed…
Sisko stood in a white space… he could hear his own heartbeat… he spun around, looked for… he gasped.
“Jennifer!” he said to the form moving towards him. IT was Jennifer!
“You,” she said slowly in a very bland tone, “are The Sisko.”
Uh-oh...if the Prophets don't know the difference between good and evil, there could be trouble...
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter
”Warning, the area you are approaching has been marke hazardous by the Alliance of the Federation. Proceed with extreme caution.”
Picard made a cutting gesture across his throat to Worf to silience the automated computer warning. “Warning buoys,” he explained to Ben Zoma who was seated to the left of the command chair. “You’ll see what I mean in a moment.” He turned to ops at his now fully functional officer. “Commander Data, are you feeling better?”
Data cocked his head and looked to Picard. “Yes, sir, althought I would not characterize it as a feeling persay but I know what you mean.”
“Good,” the captain said. “Energize the tetryon matrix. Open up the portal and take us through.”
Under Data’s expert conrol the ship’s main deflector dish energized an formed a particle beam of tetyrons that mixed with a dense formation of plasma storms. A rift opened, with the view of clear space beyond.
“Engaging at one quarter impulse,” Data said.
The ride was smooth and in a matter of seconds Enterprise had traversed into normal space.
“Report,” Riker said, walking towards Data’s station and reading the information displayed on the console.
“Traversion successful, sir, we have arrived. The Starship Sutherland is coming in at three eight mark seven.”
“And just where are we?” Ben Zoma asked.
“Mr. Data?” the captain asked pointing to the main viewer.
Data pushed three buttons and a starmap of the known galaxy appeared. “We have arrived in the Delta Quadrant, Captain Ben Zoma, approximately 75,000 light-years from our last position.”
“Oy vey,” Ben Zoma exclaimed, “how is that possible?”
“Tom,” Riker said, “take us to the station.”
“This, Gilaad,” Picard began, “is where the utter defeat of the Empire begins. This is point in which we will launch an offensive against them that they will never see coming. But it will take years to mass our strength to a level that will make a difference. In the meantime, there’s a lot to explain. Data will make all of the information available to you. Feel free to use my ready room.”
”Warning, the area you are approaching has been marke hazardous by the Alliance of the Federation. Proceed with extreme caution.”
Picard made a cutting gesture across his throat to Worf to silience the automated computer warning. “Warning buoys,” he explained to Ben Zoma who was seated to the left of the command chair. “You’ll see what I mean in a moment.” He turned to ops at his now fully functional officer. “Commander Data, are you feeling better?”
Data cocked his head and looked to Picard. “Yes, sir, althought I would not characterize it as a feeling persay but I know what you mean.”
“Good,” the captain said. “Energize the tetryon matrix. Open up the portal and take us through.”
Under Data’s expert conrol the ship’s main deflector dish energized an formed a particle beam of tetyrons that mixed with a dense formation of plasma storms. A rift opened, with the view of clear space beyond.
“Engaging at one quarter impulse,” Data said.
The ride was smooth and in a matter of seconds Enterprise had traversed into normal space.
“Report,” Riker said, walking towards Data’s station and reading the information displayed on the console.
“Traversion successful, sir, we have arrived. The Starship Sutherland is coming in at three eight mark seven.”
“And just where are we?” Ben Zoma asked.
“Mr. Data?” the captain asked pointing to the main viewer.
Data pushed three buttons and a starmap of the known galaxy appeared. “We have arrived in the Delta Quadrant, Captain Ben Zoma, approximately 75,000 light-years from our last position.”
“Oy vey,” Ben Zoma exclaimed, “how is that possible?”
“Tom,” Riker said, “take us to the station.”
“This, Gilaad,” Picard began, “is where the utter defeat of the Empire begins. This is point in which we will launch an offensive against them that they will never see coming. But it will take years to mass our strength to a level that will make a difference. In the meantime, there’s a lot to explain. Data will make all of the information available to you. Feel free to use my ready room.”
Oh well Sisko and his little empire are in trouble.
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
“Captain, incoming message from the Enterprise. It’s been delayed on an RF frequency.”
The captain of the USS Grissom spun her command chair to face her communications officer. “Yes, Ezri, what’s the time delay?”
“About fourteen hours, Captain. Message reads: USS Grissom, USS Hood lost in your sector. Please be advised Imperial vessels have begun offensive push against the Badlands. Your mission to the Denorios Belt cancelled until further notice.”
“Just when we were making progress,” said Captain Jadzia Dax. The scientist in her wanted to remain and continue to map the radiation belt. It was the first scientific she’d undertaken since taking command of Grissom two years ago. “Helm,” she said to Lieutenant Kell Perim, like Jadzia and Ezri, and most of the crew, a Trill.
“Course plotted, Captain,” Perim said. “We’ll have to retrace some our route to clear the belt. It’s going to take us past that neutrino field we passed yesterday.”
“Do it, Kell,” Jadzia said, “best speed. Once we’re clear, set a course for the Badlands and engage at warp eight.”
Under Perim’s deft skills, the Excelsior-Class cruiser arched away from their current position and headed towards the general direction of the Cardassian Empire.
“Captain,” said Lieutenant Chu’Lak, Grissom’s Vulcan Science Officer, “I am detecting a huge surge of neutrinos bearing one two nine mark zero five five. Something is formed.”
“On screen,” Dax said, turning to the forward viewer.
Ahead of them, a luminous blue cone of energy exploded into existence.
Perim turned to the captain. “We’re too close, the gravity well’s pulling in!”
The captain of the USS Grissom spun her command chair to face her communications officer. “Yes, Ezri, what’s the time delay?”
“About fourteen hours, Captain. Message reads: USS Grissom, USS Hood lost in your sector. Please be advised Imperial vessels have begun offensive push against the Badlands. Your mission to the Denorios Belt cancelled until further notice.”
“Just when we were making progress,” said Captain Jadzia Dax. The scientist in her wanted to remain and continue to map the radiation belt. It was the first scientific she’d undertaken since taking command of Grissom two years ago. “Helm,” she said to Lieutenant Kell Perim, like Jadzia and Ezri, and most of the crew, a Trill.
“Course plotted, Captain,” Perim said. “We’ll have to retrace some our route to clear the belt. It’s going to take us past that neutrino field we passed yesterday.”
“Do it, Kell,” Jadzia said, “best speed. Once we’re clear, set a course for the Badlands and engage at warp eight.”
Under Perim’s deft skills, the Excelsior-Class cruiser arched away from their current position and headed towards the general direction of the Cardassian Empire.
“Captain,” said Lieutenant Chu’Lak, Grissom’s Vulcan Science Officer, “I am detecting a huge surge of neutrinos bearing one two nine mark zero five five. Something is formed.”
“On screen,” Dax said, turning to the forward viewer.
Ahead of them, a luminous blue cone of energy exploded into existence.
Perim turned to the captain. “We’re too close, the gravity well’s pulling in!”
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter:
“The Delta Quadrant is a very intriguing place, at least what we have charted of it.”
Lieutenant Commander Data sat across from Captain Ben Zoma in the ship’s observation lounge. Ben Zoma had just finished his briefing going over the data Picard had provided. Data, now fully repaired, had been made available to answer any questions he might have.
It was a remarkable tale, Ben Zoma observed. Five years ago, a number of vessels began disappearing in the Badlands. A tetryon beam would sweep them away and they’d never be heard from again. But some vessels HAD been returned. Captain Rudy Ransom o the USS Equinox, a rogue starship captain who’d declined to join either the Empire or the Alliance, had been lost and then returned. Rumors began floating about a strange alien in the far reaches of the Delta Quadrant, bringing vessels to him and experimenting on the crew.
After the Alliance had last three other vessels, Picard had convinced Alliance High Command to try and lure the beam to them and be captured. They did. Enterprise, and two other vessels were caught, and pulled to the far edge of the Delta Quadrant. There, they found an alien, a sporocystian lifeform, that was dying. It had cared for a race called the Ocampa on a nearby planet. Shortly after he died, Picard had taken command of the Caretakers array. After several pitched battles keeping it out of the hands of a nomadic alien race called the Kazon, Alliance technicians led by Data had found a way to utilize the array’s transgalactic energy wave. They’d brought their reserve forces out to the Delta Quadrant and had established a foothold.
Picard had urged the Alliance to evacuate the civilian populations to this region to protect them from the Empire. But High Command had reticent to move people over such a great distance with only an alien space station serving as their way home.
Over the past five years, Picard had moved his assets to this quadrant and in the event of even more of a disaster would play this trump card and strike at the Empire from anywhere at any time.
“We have established a sizeable fleet here,” Data said. “Orbital shipyards, heavy weapons plants. We have created a factory that will soon be able to turn out firepower great enough to fight the Empire on an even playing field.”
“It is remarkable,” Ben Zoma said. “Commander Riker took me on a tour of the array. It was quite fascinating.”
“Yes, however our understanding of the underlying technology remains limited,” Data said. “We have full access to the displacement wave, but our problem lies in focusing our exit vectors. We can send a vessel to the Alpha Quadrant, but so far we have only localized our coordinates to within fifteen lightyears.”
“Not exactly precision flying,” Ben Zoma agreed, “especially if you’re trying to use it to strike a specific solar system.”
“I believe we will have the problem solved within a few moments,” the android said, “but until then, we are still covertly moving our forces to this region. As well as civilians.”
“I thought the Alliance leaders were against it.”
“They are,” came the clipped voice of Jean-Luc entering the lounge from the Bridge. “But I’ve decided, for the sake of our survival, that we must move as many of our as we can to relative safety.”
“Treading shaky ground there, Jean-Luc,” Gilaad said with a grin. “Commander won’t like you overruling them like that.”
“Alliance High Command sits in a concealed bunker on an unnamed planetoid in the Beta Quadrant,” Picard said, “reading data and tactical updates that are weeks, sometimes months old by the time they reach that far out. I’ve sent a few messengers by means of the Array in emergencies, but I like to think the leaders are trusting enough for me to do the right thing.”
“What IS our next plan?”
“I’m going to Romulus,” Picard said. “I would like for you to remain behind with my engineers on the array. I want you to take command of the operation.”
“Ship’s not big enough for two captains,” Ben Zoma conceded. “What about my crew and Lefler’s crew?”
“Captain Lefler is taking command of the Sutherland. Her captain and first officer were killed in action a few weeks ago and her chief engineer’s been in command ever since. He’s not exactly command material, so Mister Barclay will be transferring to the Enterprise to take over engineering.”
“And if your mission to Romulus fails?”
“Then we continue with the buildup here in the Delta Quadrant,” Picard admitted, “and perhaps someday launch an offensive that can break the back of the Empire and turn things around back home.”
* * *
“The Delta Quadrant is a very intriguing place, at least what we have charted of it.”
Lieutenant Commander Data sat across from Captain Ben Zoma in the ship’s observation lounge. Ben Zoma had just finished his briefing going over the data Picard had provided. Data, now fully repaired, had been made available to answer any questions he might have.
It was a remarkable tale, Ben Zoma observed. Five years ago, a number of vessels began disappearing in the Badlands. A tetryon beam would sweep them away and they’d never be heard from again. But some vessels HAD been returned. Captain Rudy Ransom o the USS Equinox, a rogue starship captain who’d declined to join either the Empire or the Alliance, had been lost and then returned. Rumors began floating about a strange alien in the far reaches of the Delta Quadrant, bringing vessels to him and experimenting on the crew.
After the Alliance had last three other vessels, Picard had convinced Alliance High Command to try and lure the beam to them and be captured. They did. Enterprise, and two other vessels were caught, and pulled to the far edge of the Delta Quadrant. There, they found an alien, a sporocystian lifeform, that was dying. It had cared for a race called the Ocampa on a nearby planet. Shortly after he died, Picard had taken command of the Caretakers array. After several pitched battles keeping it out of the hands of a nomadic alien race called the Kazon, Alliance technicians led by Data had found a way to utilize the array’s transgalactic energy wave. They’d brought their reserve forces out to the Delta Quadrant and had established a foothold.
Picard had urged the Alliance to evacuate the civilian populations to this region to protect them from the Empire. But High Command had reticent to move people over such a great distance with only an alien space station serving as their way home.
Over the past five years, Picard had moved his assets to this quadrant and in the event of even more of a disaster would play this trump card and strike at the Empire from anywhere at any time.
“We have established a sizeable fleet here,” Data said. “Orbital shipyards, heavy weapons plants. We have created a factory that will soon be able to turn out firepower great enough to fight the Empire on an even playing field.”
“It is remarkable,” Ben Zoma said. “Commander Riker took me on a tour of the array. It was quite fascinating.”
“Yes, however our understanding of the underlying technology remains limited,” Data said. “We have full access to the displacement wave, but our problem lies in focusing our exit vectors. We can send a vessel to the Alpha Quadrant, but so far we have only localized our coordinates to within fifteen lightyears.”
“Not exactly precision flying,” Ben Zoma agreed, “especially if you’re trying to use it to strike a specific solar system.”
“I believe we will have the problem solved within a few moments,” the android said, “but until then, we are still covertly moving our forces to this region. As well as civilians.”
“I thought the Alliance leaders were against it.”
“They are,” came the clipped voice of Jean-Luc entering the lounge from the Bridge. “But I’ve decided, for the sake of our survival, that we must move as many of our as we can to relative safety.”
“Treading shaky ground there, Jean-Luc,” Gilaad said with a grin. “Commander won’t like you overruling them like that.”
“Alliance High Command sits in a concealed bunker on an unnamed planetoid in the Beta Quadrant,” Picard said, “reading data and tactical updates that are weeks, sometimes months old by the time they reach that far out. I’ve sent a few messengers by means of the Array in emergencies, but I like to think the leaders are trusting enough for me to do the right thing.”
“What IS our next plan?”
“I’m going to Romulus,” Picard said. “I would like for you to remain behind with my engineers on the array. I want you to take command of the operation.”
“Ship’s not big enough for two captains,” Ben Zoma conceded. “What about my crew and Lefler’s crew?”
“Captain Lefler is taking command of the Sutherland. Her captain and first officer were killed in action a few weeks ago and her chief engineer’s been in command ever since. He’s not exactly command material, so Mister Barclay will be transferring to the Enterprise to take over engineering.”
“And if your mission to Romulus fails?”
“Then we continue with the buildup here in the Delta Quadrant,” Picard admitted, “and perhaps someday launch an offensive that can break the back of the Empire and turn things around back home.”
* * *
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter
The port side of the bridge had been destroyed. A plasma fire was raging within a containment filed, slowly dying due to lack of oxygen. Lieutenant Tiegan lie on the deck outside the field, being treated by a medtech. Her right arm had been severed at the elbow when the forcefield activated.
The captain rubbed at her head, feeling a deep gash, where’d she’d caught the edge of the helm console. For her part, Kell Perim struggled with the damaged conn, trying valiantly to stabilize their position. Dax turned towards the sciences station and shook her head. Lieutenant Commander Chu’Lak had been impaled through the back by a falling support beam. His lifeless body was pinned against his station. And would remain there until engineers could make their climb up through the Jefferies tubes and cut the beam loose.
At the rear of the bridge an access hatch swung open, and the haggard form of Commander Lenara Kahn emerged and gasped at the damaged bridge. “Captain,” she said formally, “I’ve got us partially stabilized, but the damage is extensive.”
Jadzia tried to put her personal feelings aside. She and Lenara were lovers. And it was completely against Trill customs. Lenara’s former host, Nilani had been the wife of Jadzia’s former host Torias.
When Trill had been destroyed by the Empire four years ago, Jadzia put a call to Trill officers to join her, to keep their broken civilization alive. That was when Lenara had come aboard.
“First thing I need is sensors,” Dax said. “We were in that... I guess wormhole… for almost ten minutes. We need to figure out where it dumped us.”
Kahn had moved to the engineering station. “Sensors are at about forty percent. They’re next on the list as soon as life support is stabilized.”
From the port side of the deck, Ezri spoke up. “We can launch a few probes to supplement the sensors, Captain.”
“Good thinking, Ensign,” Jadzia said. “Lenara, can we launch them?”
“Already done,” Kahn replied with a wink. “Telemetries coming in strong. There’s a star…four light years away. Computer, identify this star.”
“Idran.”
“That can’t be right,” the captain said. “Computer, verify star and correlate.”
“Confirmed. Data correlation complete. Information obtained from the Quadros-One Probe of the Gamma Quadrant in the year 2177.”
“The Gamma Quadrant?” Kahn asked. “Seventy thousand light-years from where we were?”
“It could be stable,” Jadzia admitted, “but given the amount of damage we took, I don’t want to risk another go at it until we make sure we can make it through safely.”
“Sir,” said Perim from the conn. “The neutrino levels are spiking again. A ship’s coming out. Computer identifies it as.. oh my God. Sir! It’s the Defiant!”
Emperor Sisko had met the Prophets come to the Gamma Quadrant.
The port side of the bridge had been destroyed. A plasma fire was raging within a containment filed, slowly dying due to lack of oxygen. Lieutenant Tiegan lie on the deck outside the field, being treated by a medtech. Her right arm had been severed at the elbow when the forcefield activated.
The captain rubbed at her head, feeling a deep gash, where’d she’d caught the edge of the helm console. For her part, Kell Perim struggled with the damaged conn, trying valiantly to stabilize their position. Dax turned towards the sciences station and shook her head. Lieutenant Commander Chu’Lak had been impaled through the back by a falling support beam. His lifeless body was pinned against his station. And would remain there until engineers could make their climb up through the Jefferies tubes and cut the beam loose.
At the rear of the bridge an access hatch swung open, and the haggard form of Commander Lenara Kahn emerged and gasped at the damaged bridge. “Captain,” she said formally, “I’ve got us partially stabilized, but the damage is extensive.”
Jadzia tried to put her personal feelings aside. She and Lenara were lovers. And it was completely against Trill customs. Lenara’s former host, Nilani had been the wife of Jadzia’s former host Torias.
When Trill had been destroyed by the Empire four years ago, Jadzia put a call to Trill officers to join her, to keep their broken civilization alive. That was when Lenara had come aboard.
“First thing I need is sensors,” Dax said. “We were in that... I guess wormhole… for almost ten minutes. We need to figure out where it dumped us.”
Kahn had moved to the engineering station. “Sensors are at about forty percent. They’re next on the list as soon as life support is stabilized.”
From the port side of the deck, Ezri spoke up. “We can launch a few probes to supplement the sensors, Captain.”
“Good thinking, Ensign,” Jadzia said. “Lenara, can we launch them?”
“Already done,” Kahn replied with a wink. “Telemetries coming in strong. There’s a star…four light years away. Computer, identify this star.”
“Idran.”
“That can’t be right,” the captain said. “Computer, verify star and correlate.”
“Confirmed. Data correlation complete. Information obtained from the Quadros-One Probe of the Gamma Quadrant in the year 2177.”
“The Gamma Quadrant?” Kahn asked. “Seventy thousand light-years from where we were?”
“It could be stable,” Jadzia admitted, “but given the amount of damage we took, I don’t want to risk another go at it until we make sure we can make it through safely.”
“Sir,” said Perim from the conn. “The neutrino levels are spiking again. A ship’s coming out. Computer identifies it as.. oh my God. Sir! It’s the Defiant!”
Emperor Sisko had met the Prophets come to the Gamma Quadrant.
Oh, no. Now that is BAD...especially, as I said, if the Prophets don't understand the concept of good versus evil! ALMOST makes one think Dukat and the Pah-Wraiths might have to step in! And that's a scary thing to consider...
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter:
Five hours earlier:
The Imperial Warship Defiant was a work of art. Her predecessor, a small compact vessel with integrated engines and a weapons array capable of wiping out a civilized world had been Sisko’s command ship during his initial takeover of the Federation.
He now stood aboard the NEW Defiant, the Tyrant-Class Destroyer. She was nearly a kilometer along, contained eighty-nine decks, two warp cores and a weapons array capable of laying waste to any foe that opposed him.
From the upper level of the command walkway, he paced back and forth, waiting for his science officer to finish her scans. “I’m becoming impatient,” he said softly.
The acerbic Vulcan woman turned around in her chair. “The Denorios belt confuses even the Defiant’s sensors. If you want this scan done right, you will wait.”
Sisko’s eyes bulged in rage at the insolent little thing before him. “Lieutenant Soleta, you are new to my command. This is your only warning. If you ever speak to me in that one again, I’ll have your tongue ripped out and hung on my wall.”
Soleta rolled her eyes and turned back to her duties. “Scanners are picking up neutrino flux at four nine mark twelve. It could be this ‘Temple’ you had be research.”
Sisko stroked his beared and studied the monitor. After his encounter with the strange orb on Bajor, he’d recruited Soleta to find out everything she could about it. It turned out that the Bajorans had worshiped gods that had sent them the orbs. According to legend, the orbs gave knowledge of the future to those who found the Celestial Temple. An exhaustive search of the records found a scarce reference to a Bajoran kai who had encountered what he had described as ‘the heavens opening up and nearly swallowing his ship.’ If that were indeed the temple described, it was located within the radiation belt.
“Garak,” Sisko said over shoulder. “Getus moving to those coordinates.”
The Cardassian nodded and moved down the short steps to the helm console an ordered the pilot to alter the battleships course. “On our way, My Lord,” he said. “We will reach the coordinates in thirty seconds.”
“Raise the shields,” ordered Sisko. “Charge all weapon batteries and set the ship on battle alert.”
“Emperor,” Soleta said, “the neuntrino readings are surging! Something is happening…”
On the forward viewer space exploded and a blue swirling mass appeared. “Take us in,” Sisko ordered. “Then come to a full stop.”
The deck plates rattled as the ship fought the gravitational push and fought her way through into the wormhole. Sisko watched the screen as the black of space was traded for a blue tunnel, with white streams of verteron energy.
“Engines answering all stop,” reported the pilot.
Sisko turned to face them, there was a flash and then…
Sisko found himself still on the bridge of Defiant, but it was not quite the bridge. It was awash in an orange glow. His crew all looked at him curiously.
“It is corporeal,” Soleta said. “A physical entity.”
Garak cocked his head. "It is responding to visual and auditory stimuli... linguistic communication..."
On the main screen, Locutus, that hateful Borg stared at him. "It is malevolent."
“Aggressive,” Soleta said.
“Adversarial,” Michael Eddington added.
“It must be destroyed,” Locutus said.
“I’ve come here,” Sisko said in wonder, “to make contact. I found one of your orbs.”
Locutus was now Picard, standing on the bridge. "We seek contact with other lifeforms... not corporeal creatures who would annihilate us..."
“I’m not quite ready to annihilate you,” Sisko said. “You may prove to my key to saving the galaxy.”
Another form took place. She was a dark skinned woman in a blue dress. She was approximately thirty years old, her black hair tied back in a braid. “You are the Sisko.”
“I am Benjamin Sisko. How do you know me?”
“You are of Bajor,” said Soleta.
“But you are not,” Damar said from the crew pit.
“This is not how it supposed to be,” Picard said.
“What are you talking about?” Sisko demanded.
“The Sisko’s destiny follows a different path,” said Eddington.
“You are malevolent,” Locutus said.
“You destroy,” Garak said.
“I preserve my empire from those would destroy it,” Sisko said.
“We do not agree,” Soleta said. “You are malevolent.”
“Fine,” Sisko admitted, “I’m malevolent. But this temple of yours. What is it?”
“It is what we are,” Garak said.
“It appeared to me to be a wormhole,” Sisko said.
“Wormhole?” asked Eddington. “What is this?”
“A tunnel through space. Where does it lead?”
“To your destiny,” said the woman in the blue dress.
“Teach me,” Sisko said. “Tell me what I need for this ‘destiny’ of mine.”
“We will do more than that,” said Captain Dukat, emerging from the turbolift, “we will show you.”
Five hours earlier:
The Imperial Warship Defiant was a work of art. Her predecessor, a small compact vessel with integrated engines and a weapons array capable of wiping out a civilized world had been Sisko’s command ship during his initial takeover of the Federation.
He now stood aboard the NEW Defiant, the Tyrant-Class Destroyer. She was nearly a kilometer along, contained eighty-nine decks, two warp cores and a weapons array capable of laying waste to any foe that opposed him.
From the upper level of the command walkway, he paced back and forth, waiting for his science officer to finish her scans. “I’m becoming impatient,” he said softly.
The acerbic Vulcan woman turned around in her chair. “The Denorios belt confuses even the Defiant’s sensors. If you want this scan done right, you will wait.”
Sisko’s eyes bulged in rage at the insolent little thing before him. “Lieutenant Soleta, you are new to my command. This is your only warning. If you ever speak to me in that one again, I’ll have your tongue ripped out and hung on my wall.”
Soleta rolled her eyes and turned back to her duties. “Scanners are picking up neutrino flux at four nine mark twelve. It could be this ‘Temple’ you had be research.”
Sisko stroked his beared and studied the monitor. After his encounter with the strange orb on Bajor, he’d recruited Soleta to find out everything she could about it. It turned out that the Bajorans had worshiped gods that had sent them the orbs. According to legend, the orbs gave knowledge of the future to those who found the Celestial Temple. An exhaustive search of the records found a scarce reference to a Bajoran kai who had encountered what he had described as ‘the heavens opening up and nearly swallowing his ship.’ If that were indeed the temple described, it was located within the radiation belt.
“Garak,” Sisko said over shoulder. “Getus moving to those coordinates.”
The Cardassian nodded and moved down the short steps to the helm console an ordered the pilot to alter the battleships course. “On our way, My Lord,” he said. “We will reach the coordinates in thirty seconds.”
“Raise the shields,” ordered Sisko. “Charge all weapon batteries and set the ship on battle alert.”
“Emperor,” Soleta said, “the neuntrino readings are surging! Something is happening…”
On the forward viewer space exploded and a blue swirling mass appeared. “Take us in,” Sisko ordered. “Then come to a full stop.”
The deck plates rattled as the ship fought the gravitational push and fought her way through into the wormhole. Sisko watched the screen as the black of space was traded for a blue tunnel, with white streams of verteron energy.
“Engines answering all stop,” reported the pilot.
Sisko turned to face them, there was a flash and then…
Sisko found himself still on the bridge of Defiant, but it was not quite the bridge. It was awash in an orange glow. His crew all looked at him curiously.
“It is corporeal,” Soleta said. “A physical entity.”
Garak cocked his head. "It is responding to visual and auditory stimuli... linguistic communication..."
On the main screen, Locutus, that hateful Borg stared at him. "It is malevolent."
“Aggressive,” Soleta said.
“Adversarial,” Michael Eddington added.
“It must be destroyed,” Locutus said.
“I’ve come here,” Sisko said in wonder, “to make contact. I found one of your orbs.”
Locutus was now Picard, standing on the bridge. "We seek contact with other lifeforms... not corporeal creatures who would annihilate us..."
“I’m not quite ready to annihilate you,” Sisko said. “You may prove to my key to saving the galaxy.”
Another form took place. She was a dark skinned woman in a blue dress. She was approximately thirty years old, her black hair tied back in a braid. “You are the Sisko.”
“I am Benjamin Sisko. How do you know me?”
“You are of Bajor,” said Soleta.
“But you are not,” Damar said from the crew pit.
“This is not how it supposed to be,” Picard said.
“What are you talking about?” Sisko demanded.
“The Sisko’s destiny follows a different path,” said Eddington.
“You are malevolent,” Locutus said.
“You destroy,” Garak said.
“I preserve my empire from those would destroy it,” Sisko said.
“We do not agree,” Soleta said. “You are malevolent.”
“Fine,” Sisko admitted, “I’m malevolent. But this temple of yours. What is it?”
“It is what we are,” Garak said.
“It appeared to me to be a wormhole,” Sisko said.
“Wormhole?” asked Eddington. “What is this?”
“A tunnel through space. Where does it lead?”
“To your destiny,” said the woman in the blue dress.
“Teach me,” Sisko said. “Tell me what I need for this ‘destiny’ of mine.”
“We will do more than that,” said Captain Dukat, emerging from the turbolift, “we will show you.”
I must say I love your merging of four or more detectable Star Trek universes. PHEW, I agree with Nerys Ghemor, Emperor Sisko sounds almost as bad as Dukat and this universe sounds like the Mirror Universe, more or less.
I love how the Alliance's fleet is in the Delta Quadrant. But are the Borg that serious a threat anymore? I get the feeling that the area isn't entirely safe? Will we be seeing Delta Quadrant Species as Alliance Allies?
This wormhole experience seems that Sisko might change for the better. Oh well, I eagerly await your next chapter my friend.
I love how the Alliance's fleet is in the Delta Quadrant. But are the Borg that serious a threat anymore? I get the feeling that the area isn't entirely safe? Will we be seeing Delta Quadrant Species as Alliance Allies?
This wormhole experience seems that Sisko might change for the better. Oh well, I eagerly await your next chapter my friend.
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Supreme Overlord of the Universe
“Emperor? SIR!”
Sisko was suddenly back on Defiant. HIS Defiant. Garak was trying to get his attention. “Yes,” he said quietly, “I hear you. Helm, ahead full, take us to the other side.”
Minutes passed as the mighty ship headed once again trhough the verteron energy field. Finally, space opened before them and they emerged.
“Position confirmed,” the navigator reported, “Idran System, Gamma Quadrant. Sixty eight thousand two hundred twelve light-years from last position.”
Sisko felt his pulse quicken. The information the aliens had shared with him was immense. He’d seen the future as well as he past. He now knew his ultimate destiny.
“Sir,” said Eddington, standing near the tactical array. “There’s a ship, directly ahead. Excelsior-Class. Records identify it as the USS Grissom.”
Smiling, Sisko turned to his security guard. “Dax. The Old Man’s finally run out of hiding places.” Curzon Dax had been his mentor. But when Curzon had died and Jadzia had followed, she had betrayed him. She’d refused to join him. As a result he’d obliterated the Trill homeworld. Rumors were the last surviving members of that race had joined her aboard the very vessel dead ahead. “Mr. Eddington, board the ship. Kill the crew and bring me the captain.”
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“Now would be a good time to get the hell out of here,” Jadzia said.
Kahn was up to her elbows in the opened engineering console. “I’ve got engines rerouted a dozen different ways through seven relays. I can give you warp three.”
“I’ll take it! Kell, course one two five mark seven. There’s a nebula nearby we can hide in..”
She was cut off by the columns of transporter beams taking shape all around the damaged command center. Imperial troops, clad in black armor and black helmets materialized and opened fire. Tiegan, Kahn and Perim were vaporized. Jadzia reached for the phaser on her belt, found it gone and charged the lead soldier.
The back of phaser rifle caught her in the back of the head and she went down, unconscious.
* * *
Blinking several times, Jadzia woke in her a dark room. It took her a moment to realize she was hanging from the ceiling, bound at the wrists. Her feet dangeld about and it only took her and she had been stripped naked.
“I have some questions for you, Trill,” a voice said from the darkness.
“I’m sure,” Jadzia said, her throat dry, her voice hoarse. “You know I don’t have a thing to say to you.”
Suddenly the lights went to full power and Jadzia was drowned in bright, white light. On the far side of the chamber a Cardassian woman stood behind her desk, consulting a data padd. “Captain of the rebel ship Grissom, once a renowned scientist with Starfleet.”
“Until your jakragh of an Emperor took over,” Jadzia said, spitting the words.
The Cardassian woman smiled and reached into one of the drawers of the desk. She removed a large knife and held it up to the light, examining it. She rounded the desk and approached Dax. She removed a data padd from her tunic and pressed several keys. The rig holding Jadzia above the floor groaned, and she was lowered to the deck. The Cardassian took Jadzia’s right hand in hers and with a flick of her wrist, cut off two of her fingers.
The Trill cried out in pain and lashed out with her feet at the Cardassian. Blood spurted from the wounds, dripped down her face and into her eyes. She screeched again and kicked her legs out in a futile gesture.
“Yes, yes, yes,” the Cardassian said. “You’re quite insolent. Such sedition against the Emperor is usually punishable by death.” She wiped the blood from the knife and put it back in the desk. “I think this will serve as a warning to that mouth of yours.” She took a seat behind her desk and lowered the lights by half. “Now, Trill, my name is Iliana Ghemor and you will answer my questions.”
Sisko was suddenly back on Defiant. HIS Defiant. Garak was trying to get his attention. “Yes,” he said quietly, “I hear you. Helm, ahead full, take us to the other side.”
Minutes passed as the mighty ship headed once again trhough the verteron energy field. Finally, space opened before them and they emerged.
“Position confirmed,” the navigator reported, “Idran System, Gamma Quadrant. Sixty eight thousand two hundred twelve light-years from last position.”
Sisko felt his pulse quicken. The information the aliens had shared with him was immense. He’d seen the future as well as he past. He now knew his ultimate destiny.
“Sir,” said Eddington, standing near the tactical array. “There’s a ship, directly ahead. Excelsior-Class. Records identify it as the USS Grissom.”
Smiling, Sisko turned to his security guard. “Dax. The Old Man’s finally run out of hiding places.” Curzon Dax had been his mentor. But when Curzon had died and Jadzia had followed, she had betrayed him. She’d refused to join him. As a result he’d obliterated the Trill homeworld. Rumors were the last surviving members of that race had joined her aboard the very vessel dead ahead. “Mr. Eddington, board the ship. Kill the crew and bring me the captain.”
Chapter:
“Now would be a good time to get the hell out of here,” Jadzia said.
Kahn was up to her elbows in the opened engineering console. “I’ve got engines rerouted a dozen different ways through seven relays. I can give you warp three.”
“I’ll take it! Kell, course one two five mark seven. There’s a nebula nearby we can hide in..”
She was cut off by the columns of transporter beams taking shape all around the damaged command center. Imperial troops, clad in black armor and black helmets materialized and opened fire. Tiegan, Kahn and Perim were vaporized. Jadzia reached for the phaser on her belt, found it gone and charged the lead soldier.
The back of phaser rifle caught her in the back of the head and she went down, unconscious.
* * *
Blinking several times, Jadzia woke in her a dark room. It took her a moment to realize she was hanging from the ceiling, bound at the wrists. Her feet dangeld about and it only took her and she had been stripped naked.
“I have some questions for you, Trill,” a voice said from the darkness.
“I’m sure,” Jadzia said, her throat dry, her voice hoarse. “You know I don’t have a thing to say to you.”
Suddenly the lights went to full power and Jadzia was drowned in bright, white light. On the far side of the chamber a Cardassian woman stood behind her desk, consulting a data padd. “Captain of the rebel ship Grissom, once a renowned scientist with Starfleet.”
“Until your jakragh of an Emperor took over,” Jadzia said, spitting the words.
The Cardassian woman smiled and reached into one of the drawers of the desk. She removed a large knife and held it up to the light, examining it. She rounded the desk and approached Dax. She removed a data padd from her tunic and pressed several keys. The rig holding Jadzia above the floor groaned, and she was lowered to the deck. The Cardassian took Jadzia’s right hand in hers and with a flick of her wrist, cut off two of her fingers.
The Trill cried out in pain and lashed out with her feet at the Cardassian. Blood spurted from the wounds, dripped down her face and into her eyes. She screeched again and kicked her legs out in a futile gesture.
“Yes, yes, yes,” the Cardassian said. “You’re quite insolent. Such sedition against the Emperor is usually punishable by death.” She wiped the blood from the knife and put it back in the desk. “I think this will serve as a warning to that mouth of yours.” She took a seat behind her desk and lowered the lights by half. “Now, Trill, my name is Iliana Ghemor and you will answer my questions.”
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Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter:
“Reversion successful,” reported Data from ops. “We are fifteen point nine light-years from Romulus.”
“Good work Data,” Riker said, leaning over the tactical console. “Get the cloak online, Worf. Tom, once we’re secure, set a course for the Romulan homeworlds, warp eight.”
“Consider it done,” Paris said.
Several seconds later, the bridge lighting dimmed as power to the cloak was routed and the ship was concealed. Riker nodded approvingly. He looked over the rail towards Picard who was in the command chair. “I still don’t like the idea of sneaking up on them like this.”
“It can’t be helped, I’m afraid,” Picard said. “We have some…let us call them discreet assets on Romulus that I want to consult with before making any overtures to the Romulan government.”
Riker’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You think Ambassador Spock is still there after all these years?”
“It’s more likely than not,” the captain said.
Riker stepped down the ramp and took his seat at the captain’s right. He caught Deanna giving him a quizzical look as well.
“When Vulcan was taken,” Troi said, “the ambassador was working with the unificationists. There’s nothing he could have done.”
“And,” continued Picard, “given that he’d made such a name for himself among the Romulan dissidents, it’s conceivable his following has only grown over the years. They may hold the key to Romulus taking a side in this conflict.”
“Seems like a long shot,” Riker said.
“Oh, I agree, Will,” the captain replied. “But these days, long shots are all we have left.”
* * *
It took Enterprise nearly two days to cover the distance to the Romulan system. As far as Picard knew, no Federation vessel had ever visited the twin planets of the Romulan Star Empire. And here they were, sneaking up on them under their cloaking shields. It went against everything Starfleet had once stood for when they had signed the Treaty of Algeron in good faith seventy years ago.
They achieved orbit of the Romulan capital at oh eight hundred hours and Picard and Data, once again disguised as Romualns transported to the capital city of Ki Baratan to seek the accomplished Federation ambassador.
What they found shocked them. Sixteen hours later they returned to the ship. All questions answered, Enterprise disengaged her cloak and with the aid of the Romulan fleet, set out upon their new mission.
A rendezvous with Picard’s destiny itself.
“Reversion successful,” reported Data from ops. “We are fifteen point nine light-years from Romulus.”
“Good work Data,” Riker said, leaning over the tactical console. “Get the cloak online, Worf. Tom, once we’re secure, set a course for the Romulan homeworlds, warp eight.”
“Consider it done,” Paris said.
Several seconds later, the bridge lighting dimmed as power to the cloak was routed and the ship was concealed. Riker nodded approvingly. He looked over the rail towards Picard who was in the command chair. “I still don’t like the idea of sneaking up on them like this.”
“It can’t be helped, I’m afraid,” Picard said. “We have some…let us call them discreet assets on Romulus that I want to consult with before making any overtures to the Romulan government.”
Riker’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You think Ambassador Spock is still there after all these years?”
“It’s more likely than not,” the captain said.
Riker stepped down the ramp and took his seat at the captain’s right. He caught Deanna giving him a quizzical look as well.
“When Vulcan was taken,” Troi said, “the ambassador was working with the unificationists. There’s nothing he could have done.”
“And,” continued Picard, “given that he’d made such a name for himself among the Romulan dissidents, it’s conceivable his following has only grown over the years. They may hold the key to Romulus taking a side in this conflict.”
“Seems like a long shot,” Riker said.
“Oh, I agree, Will,” the captain replied. “But these days, long shots are all we have left.”
* * *
It took Enterprise nearly two days to cover the distance to the Romulan system. As far as Picard knew, no Federation vessel had ever visited the twin planets of the Romulan Star Empire. And here they were, sneaking up on them under their cloaking shields. It went against everything Starfleet had once stood for when they had signed the Treaty of Algeron in good faith seventy years ago.
They achieved orbit of the Romulan capital at oh eight hundred hours and Picard and Data, once again disguised as Romualns transported to the capital city of Ki Baratan to seek the accomplished Federation ambassador.
What they found shocked them. Sixteen hours later they returned to the ship. All questions answered, Enterprise disengaged her cloak and with the aid of the Romulan fleet, set out upon their new mission.
A rendezvous with Picard’s destiny itself.
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Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter
The screaming had finally stopped and Ghemor was glad of it. She’d used everything at her disposal. Cardiac shock, neural probes, and physical mutilation. The subject still hung there, bloody and battered, still with that insufferable twinkle in her eye. The eye that was left. The right one had been rippled out of her with a scalpel.
“You’ve made this interrogation needlessly messy,” Ghemor hissed.
Through her broken teeth and fractured jaw, Jadzia mumbled, “Glad I could help.”
“And still, through all of this, you maintain some sort of loyalty to those you serve with.” She paused as the doors to the interrogation chamber opened.
“My Lord,” she said bowing her head to Sisko.
The emperor entered and cast a smile at Dax, hanging from the bulkhead. “She didn’t talk did she?”
“No sir, I am still proceeding. But she will tell us the location of Picard and the strengths of the rebel fleets.”
“No,” Sisko sat simply, “she won’t. but there’s a part of her that will. Remove it and it will tell us.”
Smiling, Ghemor retrieved the knife she’d been using all afternoon and took a few steps toward the Trill.
“Benjamin,” Jadzia said, her voice failing, “Jennifer would have been ashamed of what you have become.”
Sisko lashed out with his hand and grabbed Dax’s bloody face. “It’s because of Jennifer that I do this,” he growled. He spit in her face. “Ghemor, remove the symbiont then dispose of this THING.”
He left as Ghemor slid the knife along Dax’s abdomen.
Dax felt consciousness drift away. There were no more screams.
Minutes later, the neural scanners translated the electrical impulses from the squirming Trill slug.
Ghemor smiled, saved the data and plunged the knife deep into the primary organs of the Trill symbiont.
The screaming had finally stopped and Ghemor was glad of it. She’d used everything at her disposal. Cardiac shock, neural probes, and physical mutilation. The subject still hung there, bloody and battered, still with that insufferable twinkle in her eye. The eye that was left. The right one had been rippled out of her with a scalpel.
“You’ve made this interrogation needlessly messy,” Ghemor hissed.
Through her broken teeth and fractured jaw, Jadzia mumbled, “Glad I could help.”
“And still, through all of this, you maintain some sort of loyalty to those you serve with.” She paused as the doors to the interrogation chamber opened.
“My Lord,” she said bowing her head to Sisko.
The emperor entered and cast a smile at Dax, hanging from the bulkhead. “She didn’t talk did she?”
“No sir, I am still proceeding. But she will tell us the location of Picard and the strengths of the rebel fleets.”
“No,” Sisko sat simply, “she won’t. but there’s a part of her that will. Remove it and it will tell us.”
Smiling, Ghemor retrieved the knife she’d been using all afternoon and took a few steps toward the Trill.
“Benjamin,” Jadzia said, her voice failing, “Jennifer would have been ashamed of what you have become.”
Sisko lashed out with his hand and grabbed Dax’s bloody face. “It’s because of Jennifer that I do this,” he growled. He spit in her face. “Ghemor, remove the symbiont then dispose of this THING.”
He left as Ghemor slid the knife along Dax’s abdomen.
Dax felt consciousness drift away. There were no more screams.
Minutes later, the neural scanners translated the electrical impulses from the squirming Trill slug.
Ghemor smiled, saved the data and plunged the knife deep into the primary organs of the Trill symbiont.
Whoa! That was brutal. I wonder who the new host of the Dax symbiont will be, if anyone. PHEW! Benjamin obliterated the Trill Homeworld. Yikes. I hope there are other survivors out there. I wonder if you'll bring in Arjin, the Trill male that Jadzia supervised as a Field Docent in Playing God, or Verad from Invasive Procedures as a good guy?
Keep the chapters coming man.
Keep the chapters coming man.
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Didn't you read the last sentence? Illiana (Is it really her or someone else pretending to be her?) killed the symbiont after somehow recording its memories...
Anyhow I find this interesting (even if it is a little disturbing, with the death of Dax and the fate of the Federation) and with a lot of twists and turns...
Saratoga NX-3842
Supreme Overlord of the Universe
Chapter:
“Picard found a way to the Delta Quadrant?!”
“Through an alien that lives there,” Ghemor said. She stood at rigid attention in the Emperor’s chambers aboard Defiant.
Sisko took the data padd, skimmed it, and hurled it against the bulkhead. It shattered in a couple of dozen pieces.
“Luckily I made copies of the data,” Ghemor said under her breath.
“How does he do it?” Sisko asked.
“There’s some sort of gateway in the Badlands. The Trill, either the host or the worm, didn’t know the exact coordinates.”
“That will be all,” Sisko said. “Dismissed.” As she left, Sisko activated his com system and called Garak.
“Yes, sir?” Garak asked, entering a few seconds later.
“Garak, as soon as our mission in this quadrant is finished, I want Doctor Bashir waiting for us on Terok Nor.”
“I believe he is currently overseeing augment research on Adijieon Prime. It may take some time for him to reach Bajor.”
“Then you’d better hurry,” Sisko said.
“I’ll send a communications probe back through the wormhole to make contact.”
“You do that. What is our eta?”
“Based on the information you provided we will reach the nebula in twelve hours,” Garak replied.
“Good. I will be in my chambers until then. I do not wish to be disturbed.”
Garak bowed his head and left, backing out of the doorway, still harboring a limp.
Sisko watched him go and took a seat in the living area of his chambers. “Personal log,” he said to the computer, “Stardate 52032.5. I have had an encounter with the aliens in the wormhole. They taught me much. Most of it is still a blur of images, that I am still trying to decipher. They showed me the end of the war, an invasion from a distant part of the galaxy and a wave of Borg ships sweeping across known space. I cannot let that future come to pass. Now I’ve been given information that Picard has found a gateway to the Delta Quadrant. The HOME of the Borg. If he makes contact with THEM, all could be lost. The Defiant is on course for a planetary nebula several light-years away. If the visions I had were right, we will find a race of beings living there that will prove the key to saving ourselves from the Borg. A confederation of planets that has existed for millennia. They must listen to me. They must believe what I tell them and come to accept my authority. It’s the only way to have peace. If they don’t… I pity them.”
He spent the next half day locked away in private, trying to put to words what he had forseen. He’d been given a powerful vision and it was because he was destined for his role in the galaxy. The aliens were trying to convince him again and again that he was ‘of Bajor’ and was destined for something.
There was something they kept repeating, over and over.
Kosst Amojan.
He’d have to read up on Bajoran properties once he returned home.
“Picard found a way to the Delta Quadrant?!”
“Through an alien that lives there,” Ghemor said. She stood at rigid attention in the Emperor’s chambers aboard Defiant.
Sisko took the data padd, skimmed it, and hurled it against the bulkhead. It shattered in a couple of dozen pieces.
“Luckily I made copies of the data,” Ghemor said under her breath.
“How does he do it?” Sisko asked.
“There’s some sort of gateway in the Badlands. The Trill, either the host or the worm, didn’t know the exact coordinates.”
“That will be all,” Sisko said. “Dismissed.” As she left, Sisko activated his com system and called Garak.
“Yes, sir?” Garak asked, entering a few seconds later.
“Garak, as soon as our mission in this quadrant is finished, I want Doctor Bashir waiting for us on Terok Nor.”
“I believe he is currently overseeing augment research on Adijieon Prime. It may take some time for him to reach Bajor.”
“Then you’d better hurry,” Sisko said.
“I’ll send a communications probe back through the wormhole to make contact.”
“You do that. What is our eta?”
“Based on the information you provided we will reach the nebula in twelve hours,” Garak replied.
“Good. I will be in my chambers until then. I do not wish to be disturbed.”
Garak bowed his head and left, backing out of the doorway, still harboring a limp.
Sisko watched him go and took a seat in the living area of his chambers. “Personal log,” he said to the computer, “Stardate 52032.5. I have had an encounter with the aliens in the wormhole. They taught me much. Most of it is still a blur of images, that I am still trying to decipher. They showed me the end of the war, an invasion from a distant part of the galaxy and a wave of Borg ships sweeping across known space. I cannot let that future come to pass. Now I’ve been given information that Picard has found a gateway to the Delta Quadrant. The HOME of the Borg. If he makes contact with THEM, all could be lost. The Defiant is on course for a planetary nebula several light-years away. If the visions I had were right, we will find a race of beings living there that will prove the key to saving ourselves from the Borg. A confederation of planets that has existed for millennia. They must listen to me. They must believe what I tell them and come to accept my authority. It’s the only way to have peace. If they don’t… I pity them.”
He spent the next half day locked away in private, trying to put to words what he had forseen. He’d been given a powerful vision and it was because he was destined for his role in the galaxy. The aliens were trying to convince him again and again that he was ‘of Bajor’ and was destined for something.
There was something they kept repeating, over and over.
Kosst Amojan.
He’d have to read up on Bajoran properties once he returned home.
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