Chapter 1

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Summary: In the year 2578, thirty years after the last Federation-Dominion war, Captain Jamie Bashir finds herself in command of the newly rebuilt Federation Space Station Deep Space Nine. With the station so close to the wormhole the station is constantly on alert for any Dominion ships. When Jamie finds an old data rod made by the security officer during the first Dominion War Jamie is set off on a dangerous mission to find this mysterious person and put a stop to the tension between the Federation and the Dominion once and for all.

I walk into my new office. I am inwardly pleased that they decided to keep the design the Cardassians originally gave it. It looks so much more graceful than normal Federation design. I walk over to my desk and sit behind it. It feels right to be sitting behind this desk. Without warning there is a chime which signals somebody want to come in. "Come," I say.

To my surprise it is a young Bajoran not much older than myself who walks in. "I am Tora Zara You're first officer," she says. When she says her name I see the slight imprints of Cardassian ridges. Since they are as faint as they are I have a feeling her last Cardassian relative lived a few generations back.

"It's nice to meet you. I have heard the name Tora somewhere before. The only person that I have heard of having the last name Tora was Tora Ziyal. But she lived centuries ago."

"I am related to her mothers brother."

I smile. "My great, great, great, great, great- grandmother knew Ziyal during the first Dominion War."

"I'm not surprised. Um.... Doctor O'Brien wants to see you in the Infirmary."

"Why? My last check- up was last week."

"He didn't say why."

"Right."

I get up and leave. On my way to sick bay I unconciously put my hand on my swollen stomach. I am eight and a half months pregnant which my doctor- MIles Edward O'Brien VIII- says is as far along as I'm gonna get. I am one quarter Bajoran after all. Okay probably more but all anybody's ever told me was one quarter.

I quickly make it to the Infirmary where Doctor O'Brien greets me and leads me over to a biobed. "What's this all about, Miles?" I ask him.

"You'll be delivering next week. I need to check up on you more often."

I smile softly. Both of us are surprised that I even made it this far into the pregnancy. Since my baby is three quarters changeling she's been a liquid for most of pregnancy. My husband was shocked that the morphogenic matrix was that developed but he was happy. Miles seemed happy to.

Miles quickly scanned me and declared both of us healthy. Normally I would stay and chat with him for a while but I needed to get back to Ops so I quickly left. On my way down the hall I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen and passed out. The last thing I remember is my husband appearing and piking me up.

I woke up in sickbay and by the light level I would say it was about ten at night. Apparently Miles hadn't gone to bed because he quickly came to my side. Unconciously I put my hand to my stomach and panic filled me. My stomach was flat. Seeing the panic in my eyes Miles quickly said, "She's alright. She's healthy. And she's beautiful."

Hearing him say the last part made me realize quickly that he must have had to deliver my daughter while I was unconcious. I was about to ask if I could see her when the alarms went off. Then the station shook.

We were under attack.