Star Trek DS9 - The Way of the Warrior by Diane Carey

Author:Diane Carey [Diane Carey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction
ISBN: 9780671568139
Publisher: Star Trek
Published: 2014-01-22T16:00:00+00:00

Black open space erupted in a string of explosions from here to as far as the sensors could see. Ah, beautiful, the reopening of the Klingon sphere of power.

Martok felt proud, lucky, to be the one orchestrating the rebirth. This was as the universe should be. The strong, the mighty, the bold taking influence which by all right of nature was theirs. There would be a bloodbath first, but that too was nature at work. Wholesale butchery was very often the cost of proper balance.

On his forward screen, white and yellow blooms of disruption flocked from ship after ship as the fleet took the row of outposts here on the Cardassian border.

"Drex." He spoke up, breaking the appreciative silence on his bridge. "Status of the assault on these outposts?"

"All ships reporting success, General," his operations master said. "The outposts are taken."

"I thought so. Tell them to cease fire if possible and conserve their weapons capacity. Prepare to move on to the Cardassian colonies."

"Very good," Drex said with a slight flare.

"So you too are anxious?" Martok looked at him.

"I'm enthused, sir. This will enflame our entire culture as nothing has in half my lifetime."

The fire in the distance had ceased. The long, sparse line of Klingon vessels, stretching far beyond sight or sensor, was dropping off occupying forces onto the outposts, and soon they would be moving on in their single long line to the string of colonies.

"Not the best strategy," Martok uttered.

Drex looked up. "Sir?"

"Just dreaming, Drex. If we had the best of situations, we would have a different strategy." He put his hands together, fingers touching, and made a pointing motion. "We would go in tightly and sharply, in concentration, like a knife. We would thrust straight through to Cardassia Prime, take their homeworld, wrest control from their seat of government, and execute all the political leaders. That's how it's done…but we can't do that."

Leaving his controls to come closer to the command center, Drex lowered his voice. "Because of changelings?" he asked quietly.

Martok narrowed his eyes. "They are frightening, aren't they? An enemy who can disguise himself so well. Because we're dealing with them, we have to make a wide-front assault. The only way to find them is to contain them. We must be sure that no ship escapes from Cardassian space. So we come in like this, in a long, long line, and we destroy anything that tries to leave."

Drex nodded, but continued gazing at Martok as if reading a screen. "Sir," he began, "we have never found a single changeling, have we?"

Martok roared back in laughter and smacked his second officer hard on the shoulder. "You know me too well, Drex! I'll have to kill you now!"

And he laughed again. This time Drex laughed a little too, but was still waiting for the answer to his question.

"Not a single one," Martok soon confirmed.

"Perhaps they're hiding. That is something they do better than anything else, after all."

"Or, Drex…perhaps there are none."

The sounds of the bridge rippled around them.

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