Star Trek: Day of Honor - 2 - Armageddon Sky by L. A. Graf

Author:L. A. Graf [Graf, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 9780671006754
Google: VhMZlTzEFN8C
Amazon: 0671006754
Barnesnoble: 0671006754
Publisher: Star Trek
Published: 1997-07-29T07:00:00+00:00

He could hear K'Taran shouting, even though he

couldn't make out the words, and thought he glimpsed her

a ridiculous distance away. Flames cracked and

snapped in a wandering line between them; she'd moved

farther down the trail, away from the unburned path

he'd clambered across to reach here. The thought of

circling around turned his stomach to lead. All he

would do was lose himself and never find his way back to the

others before the fires overran him. Taking a deep,

smoke-tainted breath, he hugged his patient

protectively and ran at the line of fire before his

common sense could suggest otherwise. Heat washed

across him like a blast of desert air. A brief,

searing sting across the exposed backs of his hands, then

he was clear of it. Not even burned, he realized as

the trampoline canopy caught him and staggered him with

its chaotic gives and bounces. Then his foot

crashed through to nothingness, and he fell to one

knee so heavily that his jaw cracked against the top

of the little xirri's head. "K'Taran!" Instinct, that

was all--he'd shouted because some foolish primate

instinct said that any other ape close enough to hear you

might be recruited to help. He could see her already

leaping onto the tuq'mor, so very far away, too very

far away to do anything about the predatory fire or the

unravelling footing beneath him. Still, when the next

layer caved in with a roar, and K'Taran abruptly

slipped above his line of sight, she was the one who

called out. Bashir was too busy jamming his foot

into a knot of tuq'mor vines to answer. He had

to lift the little xirri over his head to roll her onto

the top of the canopy. He couldn't take her with him

--refused to let her fall and burn simply because

he'd been too stupid to find a path through the

tuq'mor that would hold his Human weight. When

K'Taran's ash-stained face appeared above the lip

of the ever-growing hole, Bashir thrust the xirri

toward her. "Take her! Take her!" But he

couldn't tell if K'Taran understood. Before her

hands even found a grip in the little creature's fur,

the world fell out from under him, and he went plunging into the

abyss.

The sky ignited two seconds after

Kira's hoarse shout of warning echoed down the

banchory trail. Dax knew what it was immediately--

her third Trill host, Emony, had seen an

asteroid impact in her youth from the outskirts of

Ymoc City. The memory had burned indelibly

into her symbiont's neural circuits the

explosion of light in the sky and the long rumbling roar

that followed, the iron-scented wind smashing down from

fire-colored clouds, the thunder of flames in the

distance as the central city burned. And, for

hours afterward, the slow downward drift of silent,

black flakes of ash. The light this time was different

--bright and sharp as a photon torpedo blast,

consuming the entire sky with its flare. "Get under

cover!" Dax shouted back at Kira, then turned

and dove for the most open spot she could see in the

wall of tuq'mor rimming the trail. The thick

tangle of leaves and branches resisted her entry,

snagging in her hair and gouging deep scratches across

the exposed skin of face and hands. Dax cursed and

dragged herself deeper, worming her way down through the

underbrush to the muddy wetlands below.

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