A/N: This is the first part of a cross-over fic...kinda sorta, Star Trek DS9 and Star Trek Enterprise. The Dax symbiont has known many interesting people over its very long lifetime. Among them, several characters of Enterprise and their descendents.
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The I.K.S Rotarran raced towards the scene of a battle raging between Starfleet and Jem'Hadar battle groups, along with several other Klingon birds of prey and Starfleet cruisers. General Martok leaned over Commander Worf's shoulder, watching the scanners spit out reams of data regarding the battle ahead. The Jem'Hadar were losing, but they were taking many casualties with them in their defeat.
"The Jem'Hadar have been defeated," Martok barked out, "alert the others that we're going in to assist our allies!"
"I can't even tell what ship that Galaxy class is...their energy signature isn't registering," Dax commented under her breath. "Their escape pods have been jettisoned but I'm still picking up bio signs on the bridge! Seven of them," she added suddenly.
"Get a transporter lock and bring them aboard. Jadzia, go down to medical and see if you can help them," Martok added. "Worf, you have the bridge."
Martok found he had difficulty keeping up with the Trill as she raced to sickbay. She rushed through the doors and took in the sight of the seven rescued Starfleet personnel before her. One was on a bio bed and badly injured, she didn't recognise the woman at first. When she did, she began to murmur 'no', over and over again.
Martok looked briefly from her to one of the rescued crewmen. "We couldn't detect your signature, what ship are you from?" he gently asked the shaken ensign.
"The Mayweather," Jadzia murmured. "This is her Captain, Nameela."
"Yes ma'am," the ensign replied after a moment.
Martok heard the heartbreak in Jadzia's voice and saw her hand flutter towards her abdomen over the symbiont that resided there. "Alexander...fetch your father," he murmured to the young man lending assistance in sickbay. Alexander Rozhenko glanced from his father's wife, to his general. With a nod he raced off to do as he'd been requested. Martok breathed deeply as he watched Jadzia with the Mayweather captain. The medic had declared that the woman was beyond saving.
Captain Nameela opened her eyes and glanced up at the blurry figure hovering over her. She took several moments to recognise Jadzia and she smiled. "Hello old friend," Nameela greeted, smiling a bit more, her Denobulan features twisting inhumanly large.
"Hey," Jadzia smiled softly. "That was a lot of Dominion butt you kicked back there."
Nameela made a noise that could have been a laugh. "They kicked ours pretty hard too." The Rotarran rocked from the shockwave of the Mayweather exploding and Nameela sighed. "And there goes my baby."
"Are you in pain?" Jadzia asked, changing the subject.
"I'm surprised I'm still lucid with all the pain killer that's already been pumped into me," Nameela replied good naturedly. Glancing around, Nameela added, "The family ship?" Jadzia nodded softly. "Tell the General I thank him for his timely arrival."
"The honour was mine," Martok replied from the foot of her bed.
"My crew?"
"Being rescued as we speak," Martok replied. "We brought you and your bridge staff aboard here. The others in the escape pods are being picked up now."
"Qapla' Balth je'," Nameela murmured. "As far as I know, that is the closest you Klingons have to 'thank you very much', isn't it?" she teased.
"It is more than satisfactory," Martok replied with a slight bow of his head. "If you'll excuse me Captain," he added when he heard Worf enter.
Jadzia focused on Nameela and wasn't aware as Martok leaned close to Worf to explain to him what was going on. Worf nodded solemnly and the two men stood back and watched as the Trill and Denobulan continued to talk. "Tlho' is actually a little closer," Jadzia corrected.
Nameela simply shrugged her brow. "I was aiming to impress," she replied. Jadzia laid a comforting hand on Nameela's shoulder as she was suddenly wracked by a coughing fit. Nameela recovered a bit and saw fresh tears spill from the Trill's eyes. "Look at it like this," Nameela murmured softly. "I can join the Andorians and Saven in keeping Tobin company."
Jadzia was shaking her head. "You're Denobulan; you still have at least another century and half."
Nameela merely shook her head. "I miss my 'tainted' Vulcan," she sighed. Jadzia watched as Nameela's eyes closed for the last time and her life left in a soft sigh. She sank to her knees next to Nameela's bed and silently wept. She'd known as soon as she heard the name Saven, that Nameela was done fighting. A low mournful howl began to echo around her as Martok and Worf lead the other Klingons in a salute to the Denobulan captain. Jadzia's lip quirked up as she thought of how amused Captain Nameela would be if she knew that Klingons considered her worthy of Sto-vo-Kor.
Hours later Jadzia sat with Worf and Martok in the general's quarters. She was cradling a cup of blood wine in her hands as she began to tell them how she had known the Denobulan. "Nameela was the science officer of the starship Hokkaido. They were on a mission of diplomacy to expand the Federation. Nameela was also second in command of one of the craziest crews Starfleet ever put together," Jadzia chuckled. "They came to Trill and that's how Tobin met her. Nameela has been a dear friend ever sinceā¦even if she and some of her crewmates terrorized poor Tobin at first."
tbc....
