DS9 20 - The Wrath Of The Prophets (c) by Star Trek

Author:Star Trek [Star Trek]
Language: deu
Format: epub
Tags: \Star Trek
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Inc.
Published: 2011-01-02T08:00:40.745000+00:00

Kira Nerys was awakened by the scream of Ro Laren.

The major was confused, disoriented, and the cry of her companion did nothing to ground her. The floor beneath her was thick with old straw and sawdust, and it was all she could do not to sneeze.

Kira heard, sensed, a body being thrown to the ground near her. And there was a clang … the sound of a heavy metal door being slammed. Kira, who was flat on the ground, rolled over—to see that Ro was on her back, slowly sitting up.

"Are you okay?" the major asked.

Ro didn't even look at her.

"I said, are you ok—"

And now Ro did turn to face her, with a look of granite. There was a severe cut on her face. "How sweet of you to care," she said brusquely.

"We have to get that cut cleaned up," Kira said, "or it could get infected."

"Great idea," Ro said. "Let's clean it off with some water … oh, but of course, the water in this region is contaminated. And in case you haven't noticed, they've taken away our supplies. Our bottled water, our everything."

"Listen," Kira shot back, "I wasn't looking for this any more than you were."

She was busy inspecting their immediate surroundings. There wasn't much to inspect. It was a windowless room, ten feet by ten. She fancied that it stank of fear, and she wondered what had happened to its previous occupants.

"No, you weren't looking for this, and that's the problem," Ro said. "You're so accustomed to your nice tidy world of Deep Space Nine, where everybody kowtows to Major Kira Nerys, you weren't remotely prepared to deal with people who don't give a damn about Bajoran rank, Starfleet connections, or anything else you use to impress people."

That wasn't fair, thought the major. It was a low blow, even for Ro.

"You," she said, stabbing a finger at the Maquis, "know nothing about me. Nothing about Deep Space Nine, about my world, about … anything. So if you don't have anything intelligent to say, just keep your mouth shut."

Ro turned away from her and leaned with her back against the wall. The two women were silent for a time. The Maquis dabbed at the bleeding on her cheek, putting pressure against it.

Then Kira heard something from nearby. Noises. Street noises—people walking, laughing. The unmistakable reverberations of sound in open air.

"We're not at the bunker," Kira realized. "I didn't think this room looked familiar anyway. They've moved us. This is some sort of holding facility … except I don't know what they're holding us for."

"Slave auction," Ro said tonelessly. "It's held about a block or two from here, at a hangout called 'the Place.' They'll be coming for us shortly to add us to the slave pool, I imagine."

"The hell they will." Kira studied Ro's injury from across the room. "How did you get cut, anyway?" she asked.

Ro grunted. "I played up to the guard outside the door. I saw the way he was looking at me." She indicated a small barred window set into the door.

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