(ebook) Star Trek - DS9 - Dominion War Book 1 by Dominion War Book 1

Author:Dominion War Book 1 [1, Dominion War Book]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-08-07T14:12:31.481000+00:00

with distaste at the living Cardassian. "I hadn't in-

tended to take a prisoner, but now we have one.

Starfleet may want to interrogate him."

"But, Captain," said La Forge, "we don't have a

brig. And no internal forcefields either."

Picard turned to the security detail. "Put the pris-

oner in the captain's quarters. We haven't been using

it. Strip the furnishings, except for a mattress, and put

restraints on his legs. I want him to feel as if he's being

well treatedrebut watch him closely." "Yes, sir," they replied in unison.

"Captain," said Geordi, "we're coming up on

transporter range."

"Notify the away team and tell them to keep their

good-byes short," ordered Picard, striding toward the

door. "We're getting out of here."

It was a peaceful evening aboard the Tag Garwal. At

least, it felt like evening, with both their test flights

over and almost everyone asleep. The bridge was

quiet, with only Sam Lavelie on duty. There was no

particlar reason why he had to be on duty, because

they were docked and safely cocooned within the

might of the Dominion. Their comrades were suffer-

ing only a short distance away, but no harm could

befall the chosen ones.

That is, no harm could befall them until tomorrow,

when they set off on their mission. Perhaps that was

why Sam couldn't sleep, why he had to haunt the

bridge long after his shift was over. He wasn't worried

about their official mission, only the unofficial one.

He had promised his crew that they would try to

escape; it was their duty as prisoners of war. But how

could he pull it off?. Did he have the right to jeopar-

dize all their lives in what could well be a futile

gesture? Especially when they had a chance to survive

this hell.

Survival versus honor--it was a tough choice.

Sam was startled by heavy footsteps on the ladder,

and he knew before he turned around that it was

Grof. The big Trill lumbered up the steps, veered

toward him, and slumped into the tactical station.

"Can't sleep?" asked Sam.

Grof scowled. "No, of course I can't sleep with the

voices coming from the quarters next door. That

Deltan is up all night, entertaining her friend, En-

rique."

"Oh, let them be," replied Sam, putting his hands

behind his back. "Sex is a kind of religious experience

to Deltans. Besides, weren't you ever young... and

about to die?"

"We aren't going to die," muttered Grof through

clenched teeth. "The Dominion should have contin-

ued to keep us segregated by sex even here."

"I guess they don't think of everything," said Sam

with a sly smile. "And if we manage to live through

this, it will be a miracle."

"I wish you would stop saying that. Although it's

dangerous, there's no reason why we can't success-

fully complete this mission."

Yes, there is, thought Sam, but he wasn't going to

tell Grof why. Besides, it was time to change the

subject. "Tell me about our destination, the Eye of

Talek."

Grof shrugged. "It's the smallest black hole in

Cardassian space. Probably the oldest, too." "It's not an imploded star?"

"No," answered Grof, "the Eye of Talek dates from

the formation of the universe. At least that's the

legend according to the Cardassians, and the cosmol-

ogy tends to bear it out. Had we tried to go with an

imploded star, the gravity would have been too great

for our operation.

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