A DS9 fic I wrote for a www.helix-bbs.net fan fic story. Wish me luck, the
results aren't out yet.
Meh, If you want a disclaimer you've come to the wrong idiot. Go read someone else's.
"So Cadet, where have you been posted after graduating?" "Space Station Deep Space Nine, sir." "Really? Well, could you do me a favour, and say hello to and old friend of mine for me? His name is Julian Bashir, and as your C/O I'm sure you'll get the chance to." "Yes sir." The young female Cadet replied dutifully. "Thank you very much." He turned to leave. "Sir! Who should I say told me?" "Commander Luther Sloan." She nodded. "Yes, sir." Luther watched as she walked away quickly and smiled. She was ideal. Walking to the other side of the building he tapped his communicator. "Luther to Torros. You were right. She is perfect." "Good. Have you spoken to her yet?" "Yes, I just asked her to say hello to him for me, that's all. I think you should send someone else to recruit her." "Sir, I hope I'm not out of line when I say this, but are you sure this is a good idea? It's a pretty big risk, just to get him. Isn't there any other- " "Torros, we have gone through all the 'other ways', and this is the best suggestion we came up with." Sloan replied evenly. "Though it doesn't help that Caine is out of this one. He would have enjoyed it, I would imagine." "Well the Romulan boarder is nice this time of year. I'm sure he's enjoying himself." Luther smiled to himself. The chances of Caine returning from the border were slim to none. Sloan had made the order for two reasons, there was a mission there that needing a looking out for, and Horatio Caine wasn't trustworthy enough, and he had to be eliminated quickly and quietly. "Sir, two people are approaching your location." "Understood. I'll contact you later." Luther cut the link and walked out into the sunshine, smiling at the young Cadets that were looking for some privacy behind the building. --- "Cadet Duquesne?" She looked up. "Yes, that's me. What can I do for you, sir?" Torros extended his right hand. "I am Captain Torros. May I come in?" "Yes. of course. Uh, it's a bit of a mess. I'm in the middle of packing." "That's fine. I remember doing this like it was just yesterday. So, I hear you are being posted to Deep Space Nine." "That's right, sir." She replied slightly nervously. No one had ever visited her before, let alone a Captain. While she was a polite girl, her parents had left her when she turned fifteen, a year before she applied for the Academy, and she had found it difficult to make friends her age, seeming to prefer being around older people, or to stay by herself. As Luther had said, she was the perfect candidate. "Cadet, I will be blunt with you. There is a special, elite division of the Federation, people call us Section Thirty One. We serve the Federation, and help protect it against threats. I am here to ask you to join us." Calleigh looked at him, shocked. "Sir-" Torros held up a hand. "Cadet, you should not decide now. I will give you until you arrive at the station to decide." He stood. "Until then." he let the sentence trail off, and let himself out. "Shit. I need a coffee." Calleigh said to herself and got one immediately.
Meh, If you want a disclaimer you've come to the wrong idiot. Go read someone else's.
"So Cadet, where have you been posted after graduating?" "Space Station Deep Space Nine, sir." "Really? Well, could you do me a favour, and say hello to and old friend of mine for me? His name is Julian Bashir, and as your C/O I'm sure you'll get the chance to." "Yes sir." The young female Cadet replied dutifully. "Thank you very much." He turned to leave. "Sir! Who should I say told me?" "Commander Luther Sloan." She nodded. "Yes, sir." Luther watched as she walked away quickly and smiled. She was ideal. Walking to the other side of the building he tapped his communicator. "Luther to Torros. You were right. She is perfect." "Good. Have you spoken to her yet?" "Yes, I just asked her to say hello to him for me, that's all. I think you should send someone else to recruit her." "Sir, I hope I'm not out of line when I say this, but are you sure this is a good idea? It's a pretty big risk, just to get him. Isn't there any other- " "Torros, we have gone through all the 'other ways', and this is the best suggestion we came up with." Sloan replied evenly. "Though it doesn't help that Caine is out of this one. He would have enjoyed it, I would imagine." "Well the Romulan boarder is nice this time of year. I'm sure he's enjoying himself." Luther smiled to himself. The chances of Caine returning from the border were slim to none. Sloan had made the order for two reasons, there was a mission there that needing a looking out for, and Horatio Caine wasn't trustworthy enough, and he had to be eliminated quickly and quietly. "Sir, two people are approaching your location." "Understood. I'll contact you later." Luther cut the link and walked out into the sunshine, smiling at the young Cadets that were looking for some privacy behind the building. --- "Cadet Duquesne?" She looked up. "Yes, that's me. What can I do for you, sir?" Torros extended his right hand. "I am Captain Torros. May I come in?" "Yes. of course. Uh, it's a bit of a mess. I'm in the middle of packing." "That's fine. I remember doing this like it was just yesterday. So, I hear you are being posted to Deep Space Nine." "That's right, sir." She replied slightly nervously. No one had ever visited her before, let alone a Captain. While she was a polite girl, her parents had left her when she turned fifteen, a year before she applied for the Academy, and she had found it difficult to make friends her age, seeming to prefer being around older people, or to stay by herself. As Luther had said, she was the perfect candidate. "Cadet, I will be blunt with you. There is a special, elite division of the Federation, people call us Section Thirty One. We serve the Federation, and help protect it against threats. I am here to ask you to join us." Calleigh looked at him, shocked. "Sir-" Torros held up a hand. "Cadet, you should not decide now. I will give you until you arrive at the station to decide." He stood. "Until then." he let the sentence trail off, and let himself out. "Shit. I need a coffee." Calleigh said to herself and got one immediately.