Star Trek: The Next Generation - 072 - Double Helix 2 - Vectors by Dean Wesley Smith;Kristine Kathryn Rusch

Author:Dean Wesley Smith;Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Epidemics, Space Opera, General, Science Fiction, Human-Alien Encounters, Life on Other Planets, Outer Space, Fiction, Media Tie-In
ISBN: 9780671032562
Publisher: Star Trek
Published: 1999-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

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SHE WAS CRAZY to have come back to Terok Nor. What

had she been thinking when she offered to come here?

Certainly she hadn't been thinking very clearly.

It no longer seemed like the risks that she took

getting here in her small rebel ship, keeping it hidden

from Cardassian scans, and then beaming aboard,

were going to be worth it. It had been harder this

time, because Terok Nor was closed to almost all

ships. She wasn't sure if the beam-in had been de-

tected; she doubted anyone was scouting for security

breaches in the middle of this internal crisis.

Kira stood in the center of the Bajoran section. It

looked nothing like it had a few months ago, when she

had come here to get a list of Bajoran collaborators

from a chemist's shop. She didn't like to think about

that visit, and how close she had come to becoming a

true prisoner of the Cardassians.

She ran her hands over her arms. She had goose-

bumps despite the warmth. This place smelled like

rot, and if she hadn't known better, she would have

thought it like one of the prisoner-of-war camps on

Cardassia. Dukat had always prided himself on keep-

ing a clean, well-run station, where he treated the

Bajorans "fairly."

There was nothing fair about this place any longer.

Not even the most delusional could miss that.

Ill Bajorans lay on the floor, their cheeks rosy, their

eyes too bright. They held their stomachs and

moaned, while family members tried to take care of

them. Others were on blankets or coats that someone

had given up. There were no Cardassian guards in

sight--it was as if the guards had forgotten the

Bajorans were here.

Not that it mattered. The Bajorans were too busy

dying to think of revolution.

She had had no idea the disease was this bad. If she

had to guess, she would estimate that half of the

Bajorans she saw were in some stage of illness.

And she saw no sign of Kellec Ton at all. No sign of

any doctors, no sign of any help. How could Dukat

allow this? How could anyone?

There had to be someone that the Bajorans looked

to for leadership, someone who took control of vari-

ous situations. But she didn't even know where to

look. The fine web of corridors and large rooms that

had served as the Bajoran section no longer had any

order to it at all. The sick lay everywhere, even in the

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