This is an oncoming cowritten fan fiction written by myself and my good friend Holmes. You can find her roleplaying here at .com It stars Tank Girl and Dukat reprising his role from Star Trek Deep Space 9. Set in the same universe with some elements of camp, cursing and random shenanigans. I have tagged it specifically "Worlds Gone Dayglo" if one chooses to not view it. All the same goes for all you erotica goers there will be minimal to possibly black out scenes should the story take that course. Something fun. Something to do on those lazy days. Here is the beginning...

"Hn. What the hell does this button do?" Tank Girl commented, sitting inside her tank, beer in hand she glanced down at her dashboard filled with an array of lights and visual phenomena. There before her trained blue eyes was the likes of a switch she had never seen. Glowing in an aurora borealis effect the light of the button shined brighter than the others, as if it was beckoning her, "Push me."

Most of her hob knobs and other dials produced your run of the mill locks, shots and tea making apparati. There was even a duck bomb button Jet Girl, her one on duty handsy mechanic triggered. In the right circumstances when pushed three robot ducks would appear waddling their way to victory in the name of queen and country, donning the colours of the Australian flag and explode upon the third quack of their unsuspecting victims. Really quite useless unless you really fancied ducks.

This was something new and quite unexpected from her everyday occurrence. She arched a brow, chugging the last of her beer before tossing it behind her. Placing a cigarette over her dry lips she lit it, taking a deep drag. The power to push, "This fucking button!" She roared as overwhelming her. She couldn't pinpoint it. Smoke filtering through her nostrils she snorted, "Fuck it. Wham bam thank you-" Her voice roared as her fist slammed on the button.

In a brilliant flash of light she left the confines of her sport utility war machine. Transporting from 2033, a world that had gone dayglo due to nuclear war. This was a time humanity attempted to rebuild itself within a post apocalyptic society. From here she flew through time to 2365 to a world' a universe vastly different than what she knew. The placement of the button was unknown. With the touch she bound through the cosmic rays of light. As she traveled whispers interrupted her manic train of thought. In another language she could not begin to understand words flew. She replied simply, "What the everloving fuuuu?!" As she flew through the time vortex her mind went blank, the travel knocked her out and now was the beginning of an adventure she would not soon forget…

Six Months Later….

Location: Lorna Provence, Bajor

Date: May 29th, 2365

She narrowed her eyes, a smirk plastered across her lips as she tightened her gun strapped around her back. She looked up from a few cards she held in her hand,

"Hn. Go fish Zaku!" She looked up at her raven haired comrade.

The woman scratched the ridges on her nose as she uttered curses, "How...How can you not have that card. This game is stupid, T.G!"

Tank Girl grinned as she held her cards close to her body, "Tsk Tsk Zaku Seka! Figured for the best shot in our lil rebellion group you'd pick up this game pretty quick. Guess I was wrong, mate."

She grinned as she glanced around the caves she was perched in. It had been six months since she had somehow been transported to this strange planet and she was still more

or less clueless as she how she got here, who fucked with her tank and who she needed to kill. She growled, for the time being she was just surviving. Attempting to fight against a species she knew nothing about with another species who was lucky to find her before the Cardassians did. If it hadn't been for Zaku she would have been killed on the spot or died of exhaustion.

"Bajor to Tank Girl. Oi! It's your move!" Zaku bit her lower lip.

Tank Girl nodded. If anything she was a fighter, a soldier and she was a pretty damn good shot.

Gul Skrain Dukat, Prefect of Bajor (the eighth one to hold that position after the violent beheading of the last) had almost forgotten how… obnoxious these trips to Bajor to oversee the transfer of the Kai truly was.

He had to be present. He had to give her his personal protection. It was the only way to keep the peace during the move of probably the most important figure in Bajoran politics and keep the resistance terrorists away from doing anything to her. The Bajorans were a highly religious group of people, primitive in that way, and there were many who considered the Kai a traitor, and as such a high target. A 'collaborator' was the word that he had heard used on more than one occasion to describe her.

Kai Opaka Sulan was a peaceful enough sort, despised violence and was a rare bajoran in her ability to see reason. If Dukat could convince her that one move over another would result in less deaths of her people, she would take it under consideration, then ultimately decide to agree. Reasonable. Dukat appreciated reasonable minds like hers in the Bajorans, they were rare to come by and hers was more than worth protecting.

So was his task as they moved through the Lorna Provence to reach the next secret safe house where the Cardassians meant to keep the Kai. It was a classically unused stretch of landscape, some rumors of resistance activity in the area, but nothing an armed convoy couldn't manage if the resistance should get any stupid ideas.

Dukat had no idea why they didn't just move the Kai to Terok Nor. She would be the safest off the planet and the resistance was having a much harder time finding a foothold in the orbiting ore processing station then they were able to planetside. So far, he had been unsuccessful in his pressing, but he was a patient man. And the Kai was reasonable.

"My people need me here, Gul Dukat." Kai Opaka explained again as the two of them rode in the land vehicle. "Taking me out into space isn't going to help anyone. It will only cause more unrest."

"I am not sure how else to explain this to you." Dukat said, keeping the annoyance out of his face, if not his tone. "You will be far more safer on Terok Nor then you will ever be."

"I cannot leave Bajor." She insisted. "My people need me. I am a symbol. You know this."

"A symbol that we keep underground and under guard." Dukat commented back. "I am not sure how you think being here does any good in the slightest. A rumor that you were here would be just as effective."

"You do not understand." Kai Opaka shook her head, sadly, disappointed. "My people would know that I had been taken off Bajor. They would feel it in their Pagh."

Dukat leaned back in the seat at that. He could never have a valuable discourse with the woman when she brought in their religious practices.

He decided that it was time to ride in in silence. Let the weight of his words and her situation stew with her and they bounced slightly in the cab as the long in need or repair shocks on the mover climbed over uneven and rocky terrain.