Strange New Worlds 3 by Star Trek

Author:Star Trek [Star Trek]
Language: deu
Format: epub
Published: 2011-02-06T10:07:08.204000+00:00

"Insurmountable odds."

There was a long silence as the pair stared into their drinks. "Won't miss it, though," O'Brien said confidently. "Much too much stress," Bashir affirmed.

"Wife hates it . . ."

"Not healthy . . ."

Another long silence was followed by the sound of two mugs emptying rapidly: the remarkable sound of nobody fooling anybody. But even as the words "end program" sprung bitterly to Bashir's lips, the door to the private room burst open and Captain Quinn stumbled inside, face drained of all color. His desperate eyes met Bashir's with such frantic fervor that Bashir was instinctively filled with alarm. "What is it?" he and O'Brien demanded in unison.

"The Mexicans!" Quinn blurted out. "We're in trouble!" "What?"

Quinn steadied himself with one hand against the table. "A dyin' scout just came in from the north." Bashir frowned. "The north? But the Mexican army fled south." Quinn nodded. "At first. But then they swung up north. The new Mexican commander figgered the Alamo weren't worth the trouble. He caught Gen'ral Houston's army by surprise at San Jacinto. Had all his troops shoutin', 'Remember the Alamo!' " His eyes grew wide. "It was a massacre. An' now they're coming back for us. What'll we do, Colonel? We can't go south . . ." Bashir turned to O'Brien in amazement. "We lost!" he said incredulously. "We actually lost! Not just the Alamo . . . the whole war. Miles, do you realize what this means?" O'Brien answered with a broad grin. "Means your stupid plan didn't work!" A slow smile spread over Bashir's face. "I guess . . ." he said carefully, "there's nothing for it then. We'll just have to come up with a better plan." "Looks that way." O'Brien nodded.

In a state of shock, Quinn looked from face to face with a desperate lack of comprehension. "Colonel?" "Computer, end program," Bashir commanded with great satisfaction. Without a sound, the wooden surroundings vanished, revealing the yellow-gridded walls of the holodeck. Then the doors to the holosuite hissed open, and once more Colonels William Travis and James Bowie stepped out onto Deep Space 9. An Errant Breeze

Gordon Gross

The sweet, pungent odor of kanar filled his nostrils as he took a breath and held it. He could hear his heart racing; its pounding echoed in his ears. A tiny finger of illumination from the hall wormed its way into the closet and, eventually, through the seam of the false wall which hid him. Heavy footsteps marched up to the closet and stopped, cutting off the light. Now completely in the dark, Sakal pushed himself back against the wall of the crawl space, hugging his knees to his chest and concentrating on the smell of kanar. He closed his eyes. Kanar was the smell of his father. "Perfume of the Dominion," his father had said when his mother complained. "It covers the stink." "Damar!" his mother had hissed.

His father only shook his head and refilled his glass. Of course it wasn't really his father's smell. Sakal and his mother had fled from their home to Reykor Saneel's residence less than a week ago.

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