Skirmishes of the Dominion War
By: Pho
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 5: Midnight
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Star Trek (any series or movie of it). It is owned by many people I'm sure, and Paramount I think. No infringement is intended, this is written purely for fun.
Year: 2392
"Before we continue I have to take a break from the skirmishes to tell you of a late night meeting I had once we arrived at Starbase Thirty-Five for repairs," said Admiral Kujou, leaning back in his chair.
"Admiral?"
"You see, the night we arrived I recieved two visitors to my quarters. One was a representative of Section Thirty-One, the other was an agent of the Tal'Shiar..."
Year: 2372
The quarters were small, but he was used to that. Compared to his quarters on the Defiant Class Freedomsong this was spacious, and had plenty of perks.
Right now he had the environmental systems for his quarters set to sixty-seven degrees in temperature, with low humidity. He could never manage this comfortable a temperature on the Freedomsong.
Slowly, he crawled under the blanket, and into his bed. Within moments he was fast asleep.
Nearly three hours had passed when suddenly he felt the cold feeling of steel pressed against his throat...Standing above him was a Romulan, and he thought he could see another Human at the rear of the room.
"What," he said slowly and softly," Can I do for you gentlemen?"
The Romulan withdrew his blade with a blur," We've come to actively recruit you for a series of missions."
"What," asked Captain Kujou startled.
"You heard him," said the Human calmly stepping into the more lit area of the quarters by his bed," I work for Section Thirty-One, and he works for the Tal'Shiar."
Kujou tried not to allow his jaw to drop open. Section Thirty-One he guessed was a type of secret Starfleet Intelligence Agency, but the Tal'Shiar...they were infamous. They were undoubtedly the most brutal intelligence agency in the quadrant!
"Why would I work for you two," asked Kujou.
"You already have been Captain," said the operative of Section Thirty-One, clearly amused,"but we offer you the ability to know you are being used."
"What have I done for you," asked Kujou, new to the world of secrets, where bluntness didn't belong.
The Romulan gave an eerie smile," You destroyed a Relay Station and a Shipyard for us so far."
Kujou was now in shock and stuttered," I was given those targets under official orders..."
"Orders," smiled the operative of Section Thirty-One," Yes, there are several Admirals who willingly give out my organization's orders."
Captain Kujou made no response at first, but then replied," How do you know I won't tell anyone about this?"
"Because Captain, if you do, you will be found dead. All records of what you told will be destroyed from any and all files, including backups, and this Starbase will have an unfortunate accident involving some stored quantum torpedoes," replied the operative of Section Thirty-One with a small smile.
"I guess, I guess I have no choice," replied Kujou," What is it you both wish of me to do?"
"Just keep following your orders," replied the Romulan," and we shall see to it that your Defiant Class ship is modified with a cloaking device and some ablative armor."
"However there is a catch," said the operative, narrowing his eyes.
"In order for our plans to succeed, we must stop those who would wish to keep my people out of the war," said the Romulan.
"However, if an ambush were to occur upon the Praetor of the Senate's personal yacht," began the operative.
"And if it were proven that it was an assassination and not an accident," said the Romulan," my people would be forced to respond."
"After all, that is what we ultimately need for the final stages of the Project."
"What Project," asked Kujou, temples beginning to throb with the dull pain of a stress headache.
"Project: Rebirth," said the operative.
"It is our way to turn the tide of the war," said the Romulan," as you know the Dominion continues to bring dozens if not hundreds of new ships a day through the wormhole near Bajor."
"For sixty years now the Cardassians have occuppied that world, and even thought of abandoning it, but then as you know, they found the wormhole."
"Terok Nor is quite the fortress standing as a guardian to the wormhole," said the Romulan," It must be destroyed, and so must the wormhole. That is the whole goal of Rebirth, to destroy the wormhole, and give our quadrant a chance at life."
"But the shockwave if the wormhole were ever destroyed...Bajor would be," began Kujou.
"A small price to pay," said the operative.
"You still have a few days leave while your ship is being repaired and modified," said the Romulan," enjoy them. We'll make sure your 'orders' from Starfleet Command tell you how to stage the accident for the Praetor's Yacht."
Then they both walked out of the quarters and Captain Kujou noticed something on his desk, a universal jammer...
Year: 2392
The Ensign seemed to be in shock, but soon recovered and asked," The Praetor's Yacht, wasn't it destroyed by the Dominion days later?"
Admiral Kujou's face darkened," So they would have you believe Ensign, so they would have you believe. I was the one who destroyed the Yacht. I changed its friend/foe codes in our sensors and tactical computers, and changed the viewscreen so it would show up as a Cardassian Troop transport, my crew never knew what we had done."
By: Pho
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 5: Midnight
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Star Trek (any series or movie of it). It is owned by many people I'm sure, and Paramount I think. No infringement is intended, this is written purely for fun.
Year: 2392
"Before we continue I have to take a break from the skirmishes to tell you of a late night meeting I had once we arrived at Starbase Thirty-Five for repairs," said Admiral Kujou, leaning back in his chair.
"Admiral?"
"You see, the night we arrived I recieved two visitors to my quarters. One was a representative of Section Thirty-One, the other was an agent of the Tal'Shiar..."
Year: 2372
The quarters were small, but he was used to that. Compared to his quarters on the Defiant Class Freedomsong this was spacious, and had plenty of perks.
Right now he had the environmental systems for his quarters set to sixty-seven degrees in temperature, with low humidity. He could never manage this comfortable a temperature on the Freedomsong.
Slowly, he crawled under the blanket, and into his bed. Within moments he was fast asleep.
Nearly three hours had passed when suddenly he felt the cold feeling of steel pressed against his throat...Standing above him was a Romulan, and he thought he could see another Human at the rear of the room.
"What," he said slowly and softly," Can I do for you gentlemen?"
The Romulan withdrew his blade with a blur," We've come to actively recruit you for a series of missions."
"What," asked Captain Kujou startled.
"You heard him," said the Human calmly stepping into the more lit area of the quarters by his bed," I work for Section Thirty-One, and he works for the Tal'Shiar."
Kujou tried not to allow his jaw to drop open. Section Thirty-One he guessed was a type of secret Starfleet Intelligence Agency, but the Tal'Shiar...they were infamous. They were undoubtedly the most brutal intelligence agency in the quadrant!
"Why would I work for you two," asked Kujou.
"You already have been Captain," said the operative of Section Thirty-One, clearly amused,"but we offer you the ability to know you are being used."
"What have I done for you," asked Kujou, new to the world of secrets, where bluntness didn't belong.
The Romulan gave an eerie smile," You destroyed a Relay Station and a Shipyard for us so far."
Kujou was now in shock and stuttered," I was given those targets under official orders..."
"Orders," smiled the operative of Section Thirty-One," Yes, there are several Admirals who willingly give out my organization's orders."
Captain Kujou made no response at first, but then replied," How do you know I won't tell anyone about this?"
"Because Captain, if you do, you will be found dead. All records of what you told will be destroyed from any and all files, including backups, and this Starbase will have an unfortunate accident involving some stored quantum torpedoes," replied the operative of Section Thirty-One with a small smile.
"I guess, I guess I have no choice," replied Kujou," What is it you both wish of me to do?"
"Just keep following your orders," replied the Romulan," and we shall see to it that your Defiant Class ship is modified with a cloaking device and some ablative armor."
"However there is a catch," said the operative, narrowing his eyes.
"In order for our plans to succeed, we must stop those who would wish to keep my people out of the war," said the Romulan.
"However, if an ambush were to occur upon the Praetor of the Senate's personal yacht," began the operative.
"And if it were proven that it was an assassination and not an accident," said the Romulan," my people would be forced to respond."
"After all, that is what we ultimately need for the final stages of the Project."
"What Project," asked Kujou, temples beginning to throb with the dull pain of a stress headache.
"Project: Rebirth," said the operative.
"It is our way to turn the tide of the war," said the Romulan," as you know the Dominion continues to bring dozens if not hundreds of new ships a day through the wormhole near Bajor."
"For sixty years now the Cardassians have occuppied that world, and even thought of abandoning it, but then as you know, they found the wormhole."
"Terok Nor is quite the fortress standing as a guardian to the wormhole," said the Romulan," It must be destroyed, and so must the wormhole. That is the whole goal of Rebirth, to destroy the wormhole, and give our quadrant a chance at life."
"But the shockwave if the wormhole were ever destroyed...Bajor would be," began Kujou.
"A small price to pay," said the operative.
"You still have a few days leave while your ship is being repaired and modified," said the Romulan," enjoy them. We'll make sure your 'orders' from Starfleet Command tell you how to stage the accident for the Praetor's Yacht."
Then they both walked out of the quarters and Captain Kujou noticed something on his desk, a universal jammer...
Year: 2392
The Ensign seemed to be in shock, but soon recovered and asked," The Praetor's Yacht, wasn't it destroyed by the Dominion days later?"
Admiral Kujou's face darkened," So they would have you believe Ensign, so they would have you believe. I was the one who destroyed the Yacht. I changed its friend/foe codes in our sensors and tactical computers, and changed the viewscreen so it would show up as a Cardassian Troop transport, my crew never knew what we had done."