~ Earth Year- August 12th, 2370 ~
6.4 Star-Date Years Until Expatriation event...
The group that had captured them, and killed off hundreds of the people she had lived with and grown close too, was called the Dominion. The human-looking people with the odd ears were, aparently, called vorta, and their lizard-men solders were called the jem'hadar.
They had not been told any of this. No, they had had to learn it, from many beatings and threatening glares they earned if they called them anything different(Lizza had broken her "clean mouth" policy when it came to this; she called the vorta a very rude name, regardless of his threats). It had been a year of torture, a year of broken trust, and a year of bloodied bodies for all seven of them.
But soon it would all change. Hopefully. Because today, a new vorta was taking over.
The new vorta wouldn't know that Teirna Palamas was a great hacker. He wouldn't know that Roxanne could lie through her teeth and still look innocent. He wouldn't know that Vice was the one to watch out for, that Perry tended to start brawls in the mess hall, or that Ricky had memorized the placement of every nut and bolt in this prison. He also would be completely unaware that Tom 'Jam' Cortez could make a peanut explode with the force of a fazer blast.
And most of all, he wouldn't expect them to be planning an escape, whereas the old vorta knew exactly who the most suspicious people in the compound were. As she lay staring at the ceiling, she wondered yet again about the patronus she had sent before being captured. She didn't even know if it would be smart enough to use the wormhole, or if it could even use the wormhole to begin with. Heck, if it hadn't dissipated already, would anybody even be able to hear what it was saying? She couldn't even remember the exact words she had given as a message.
"Lizza! He's here!" Perry shouted as he ran into the room, short, thin-faced, with sandy blond hair that was tied back in a mullet(he kept insisting it was cool). Everyone else stirred in their beds, lifting their heads groggily. The barracks where they slept were plain gray, no windows(as every structure of the Dominion seemed to have), with a row of twelve beds on either side. There were others who slept in here, of course; but the seven of them always waited until they were gone to do their planning.
As much as it pain them all, it wouldn't do to have twelve+ people knowing about their escape plan. It was bad enough that River had found out; on her first day at the prison, too.
Vice ripped the thin, grainy blankets off from over himself, bolting upright. Everyone else in the room did the same, standing at attention. Captain Vice was a formidable-looking man, middle-aged, with a somewhat charming silver tint to his blond hair, which was cut roughly in military fashion; roughly, for lack of a proper razor.
"At ease." The Captain told them. They relaxed.
"When should we begin, miss Bashir?" he asked Lizza. It felt strange to be giving orders to her Captain; even if she was the mastermind behind half the plan.
"I say we set up shop as soon as the old guy is gone. Jam's got all the charges ready." She said, nodding to the black pyrotechnics expert. Jam was a monster of a man, towering over all of them, a misshapen beard and thatch of curly black hair having grown on his head and face after his last, great, terrible attempt to shave the facial hair off. He, as he had said, usually had someone do his hair for him.
"All you have to do is say the word, and it all goes 'boom'." He told them.
"And I've got the security network taken care of." Palamas added." Just get me to the ship, and I can hack into it."
Their plan was to steal a Dominion ship. First, Jam would set off the explosive charges he had planted in the vents with help from Ricky. Roxanne would tell the new vorta that several prisoners were rebelling in the west wing, where the explosives had been planted. After that, the plan relied heavily on Lizza, Vice, and Palamas.
Lizza would apparate in front of the ship, Palamas would hack the security with the makeshift sonic probe she had made, and then it would be up to Lizza and Professor Song to clear the ship of jem'hadar using her animagus form and whatever powerful curses she could think of. Then, she would disapparate and retrieve Jam, Ricky, and Roxanne. Vice, who had gotten schematics of the basic jem'hadar attack vessel thanks to Palamas, would be the one to drive the cursed ship away.
They hoped it would be smooth sailing from there on out, but they didn't even know where in the Gamma Quadrant they were, so it could take a while to get their bearings and find the wormhole. The location of the camp compared to the wormhole was the one bit of information that had eluded Palamas's prying fingers.
"Well. Let's get set up, and bide our time. Let's not rush it, let's not be too slow. If we fail, the folks back home won't have a clue about the Dominion until it's too late." Vice said.
"How do we know the Dominion hasn't made a move on the Alpha Quadrant yet?" Roxanne questioned, her curly black hair bouncing as she tipped her head to one side. She was, by all accounts, the most beautiful member of their little "team". Her form was sleek and smooth, and her face just as well, her shoulder-length hair the image of perfection.
Usually.
Her old uniform hung off her pretty frame, there was a certain sunkenness to her facial features, and her hair was oily and messy from the several, showerless months they had spent here. Everyone in the prison looked like she did, everyone in this room, everyone under the control of the Dominion.
"I think they made their first move a long time ago, sweetie." River said from her place near the doorway. River Song hadn't been here long, but had agreed to help Lizza clear out the jem'hadar ship. She looked a bit like Roxanne, or rather, a blond version of her. She had bouncy, curly blond hair that bushed out down to her shoulders, and stood with a certain mood of superiority stance.
Lizza had been thrilled to meet her(though she still felt guilty over this; nobody deserved to be in this place), River's British lilt sounding like music to her ears. The Archeologist had been captured while investigating some ruins on a planet near what she called the "Omarion Nebula".
"Well. We've waited a year for an opportunity like this. We might not get a second chance. So let's make it count." Lizza said. So I can see my brother again. So that everything will be right with the world.
Most likely, Julian thought she was dead. If not, then maybe a year of search efforts -and all of the money funding it- was about to be flushed down the toilet. Either way, people would have their eyes popping out of their head when she and the others returned home with an enemy ship as a prize.
As the others started preparing themselves nervously, Lizza found herself adrift in her own mind. She was thinking about Julian, about Ethan, about her parents. About the days when she had dreamed and dreamed and dreamed about being a witch, about going on adventures and saving worlds and fighting dark wizards and being a hero. She snorted out loud.
Some adventure I sure got. Turned out, being a witch wasn't what it was all cracked up to be. She could so easily remember her jealousy the day Julian went to Hogwarts for the first time...
People of all sorts crowded Kings Cross Station. Many were human, some were alien. But today, most were witches or wizards. Since the wizarding world had come out of hiding, the "secret" path to Platform 9 ¾ had been made much more accessible, and it was much easier to get in and out of the passage without worrying about running into someone on the other side.
Lizza Bashir was only 6, and to her, the place was unbelievable. The amount of jealousy inside of her was unbelievable as well. He big brother was going to be a wizard when he grew up, and she would probably be stuck doing some boring muggle job. Because what were the chances of a muggle family having both their only children magic? None.
"But why can't I go? Just for a visit?" she whined as her father led her along. Julian was on her other side, pushing a trolley with several suitcases and a tawny-feathered Screech Owl.
"Only magic people are allowed there, Lizza. I've told you a million times!" he told her. They had been having this argument the whole shuttle ride, and neither brother nor sister noticed the tired look on their father's face.
"Well, how do you get magic, then?" she pleaded.
"You don't 'get' magic. You're born with it."
"How do you know? For all you know, you got it from your you-know-what!" She cried.
"Not here! Not in public!" their father hissed, pulling his daughter closer as she groaned dramatically and dragged her feet along the ground.
"You." A voice snapped her out of her reverie. It was the vorta. The old one. And he had several jem'hadar with him. And seemed to be addressing her. He stood in the entrance to the barracks, glaring down at them all with a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"What?" she spat defiantly, standing up and crossing her arms.
"Good news, human; you're being transferred. A vorta has just gained a higher authority, and he needs some prisoners to get started with." The vorta sneered, the glint of triumph growing brighter. His gaze swept over them all as Lizza processed this information. Transferred? But... the plan... how... why?
They must have found out about the plan. The words burned, bright and terrifying in her mind. How they knew, or how much they knew, she didn't know. But they must of known something, otherwise this wouldn't be happening.
It was too much of a convenience.
Palamas shot to her feet, striding up to the vorta and shaking Vice's hand off her shoulder when he tried to stop her.
"Why her?" Palamas questioned daringly, expression thunderous, getting up in his face." Why not me?"
The vorta looked at her bemusedly before flicking his wrist. One of the jem'hadar rushed forwards, stabbing his knife into Palamas's neck. Lizza froze, feeling like some kind of void had opened up, yawning below her to try to suck her in. The scene that was unfolding in front of her... it couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.
But it was, and all she could do was stare, shell-shocked, as Palamas fell backwards, gurgling, clutching at the wound in her throat as blood bubbled out of it, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
"No!" River screeched, darting in to catch the falling engineer. She clasped her hand over the wound in vain, and Lizza felt new rage rise up inside of her as Palamas's final breath rattled through the air.
"She was only twenty one!" River yelled at the vorta, voice quaking with enough venom to kill a million targs. Jam held back a thrashing Perry, who was screaming insults, while Roxanne gripped her hair as she stared, horrified at the dead Asian, as Rickey stared at nothing, and Vice fixed the Dominion lackeys with a glare that should have melted steel and frozen wine, veins in his neck pulsing.
"It's no matter. She would have died anyway. There is no escape." The vorta said matter-of-factly.
He turned to Lizza. The plan is dead. It died with Palamas. There's no way onto that ship without her. She was the only one who knew how to use a sonic probe. Fresh grief clawed its way into her heart. Palamas had been a dear friend for over a year now. They had had so much in common, both with wizarding big brothers and architects as dads.
"Time to go, now, prisoner." he spat out the last word, cruel mirth in his eyes, as if he took joy in watching them suffer the death of Palamas and reminding them of their status as captives. She felt the rage that boiled inside her harden and cool to pure defiance.
She would not submit to this vorta. She would not let Palamas die in vein. She would not bow to the dominion or their cruel rules, she would not stand and take the whip without lashing back anymore.
"No." all the power she felt in that one word, every ounce of hate she held for the Dominion was held within it.
"Grab her." The vorta ordered coldly, eyes darkening with mercilessness. Not without a fight!
She punched the first jem'hadar in the gut as hard as she could, and slammed her fist into the back of his neck as he doubled over. The action hurt her hand; so much so, she feared she might have broken something, but she brought her elbow back into the chest of another jem'hadar non-the-less, hitting him with all the power she could muster and letting out a sharp cry of pain as her funny bone smarted painfully at the hit.
Regardless, and putting the pain aside with a clenched jaw, she punched him up the jaw, and he doubled over just like the first one. Pushing his head down and bringing her knee up in one, swift movement, she hear several something go crack in his chest, and caught a glimpse of Rickey, Perry, and Roxanne being pinned to the floor by jem'hadar while Vice, Jam and River tried to pull them free, Before a sharp agony burst through her skull, and everything went black.
erm...I'm not even going to pretend that it was okay to wait a month before doing this. I've really just been going through a tough time recently, with finals and all that coming up. And...OH MY GOSH THE AGENTS OF SHIELD FINALE! I was getting over a nasty head cols when I watched it, and I cried so much, I gave myself a rebound. And I couldn't even WATCH the NCIS finale completely; that has to be the TRIPPIEST episode I have ever SEEN!
The moment "THAT" door opened, I was all like; "Okay, this is like something they pulled form the NCIS fanfiction archives."
*Sigh*I guess I was a little disappointed, that's all. Still... I cried when they killed (redacted).
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For those of you who are wondering, I MIGHT, and that is a very large MIGHT, have another update before the end of the year. And, if you're looking for some more DS9 crossovers to kill some time with, Go check out All the Strange, Strange Creatures, by Jayfeattheris Awesome!^^ It's a crossover with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., more of a bit of a side project at this point, since she's finally finished Fever, and is now moving on to the next part of that adventure.
For those of you who didn't read the last authors note, or you just skipped to this chapter and haven't re-read in a while, Fever is Jayfeattheris Awesome's AWESOME destiny fic, the beginning of a series now dubbed "The Dysfunctional Fireteam AU." Fever is focused mostly on Prince Uldren, and the many trials of suffering through a mission whilst partnered with a couple of VERY immature Guardians.^^
I promise you, if you play Destiny, you will LOVE this fic. She touching up some of the early chapters right now, I think(we were both kind of Destiny noobs when she started writing it, LoL), but so far, the series has offered both laughs and feels about...as is VERY well noticed by ONE particular reviewer. ;)
L-*Wow! I'm a butt-kicker in this chapter!*
Yes, Lizza; yes, you are.
L-*How many more butts do I get to kick?*
Many.
L-*:3*
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