Chapter 6: Let the battle commence...
DS9 – Promenade – 0221
It was dark out on the promenade the majority of the officers aboard the space station were resting in their beds, as at 0900 they would be leaving DS9 for Cardassia. Martin couldn't sleep so he was sitting in Quarks bar drinking tomato soup, the Odysies was docked at one of the upper platforms, as she had to have a few minor repairs done to her hull as a few fractures had appeared in the hull of the starship and they had to be repaired and strengthened. As they could be weakened areas for attack if the dominion detected these hull fractures they would use them to their advantage and try to destroy the ship and the captain or the first officer couldn't have that. He was contemplating any attack plan that the Dominion would use but these days they had become very unpredictable changing their attack patterns to allow them to get the advantage over the large starfleet vessels.
"Couldn't sleep." Martin felt a warm hand fall on his shoulder, he didn't realise who it was at first but he soon realised the face as soon as he sat down beside him. The two had met sometime ago on Beroth a Klingon planet, as Martin had been looking for some solitude but while their fell in company with this Klingon officer. "Its nice to see you again Commander." Martin offered his hand to the officer beside him, he accepted it with a tight grip but that was surprising, as Martin knew all too well that unseen muscles rippled through his body that could deliver more painful blows to the fleshy skin of a Terran.
"Quark one prune juice." The Ferengi looked hard at the new arrival and then fetched a glass from under the bar and a purple looking liquid from behind him. "Anything else commander?" Quark wiped the bar with a dirty looking rag, Martin looked at it in disgust. "No that will be all." The Ferengi then left them to get on with their socialising. "I am waiting for the blood thirst of battle, as today maybe a good day to die." Martin's lips curled up at the side as he let go a little smile, "I'm sure you will get it Worf, but lets just hope it's not our forces that will have the blood loss." Worf didn't say anything but took a long drink of the glass he held in his hands, "Well commander I must return to the Defiant, I will see you in battle." Worf left his empty glass on the bar and left the bar before Martin had chance to reply, the commander was alone again in the bar except for Quark who was hovering nearby.
The commander couldn't drink anything more he had become slightly queasy as the thought that so many lives could be lost in this war; whether they were Federation or Dominion and a lot of innocent lives would be lost along the way. As either way if the Federation forces won the war they would proceed onto Cardassia and take control but if the Dominion pushed back the Federation forces they would gain a stronger hold in the Alpha quadrant and maybe worse try to take total control. Martin was hoping that it wouldn't be them that lost the war, and then the commander's communicator bleeped. "Odysies to commander Davison, you must return to the Odysies we have been given an unscheduled mission?" He gave a quizzical look then tapped his comm. Badge as he headed out of the bar, "I'm on my way, re-assemble the crew from the Space station and prepare to depart inform the captain of our current status I will be joining you momentarily. Davison out!"
To be continued...
DS9 – Promenade – 0221
It was dark out on the promenade the majority of the officers aboard the space station were resting in their beds, as at 0900 they would be leaving DS9 for Cardassia. Martin couldn't sleep so he was sitting in Quarks bar drinking tomato soup, the Odysies was docked at one of the upper platforms, as she had to have a few minor repairs done to her hull as a few fractures had appeared in the hull of the starship and they had to be repaired and strengthened. As they could be weakened areas for attack if the dominion detected these hull fractures they would use them to their advantage and try to destroy the ship and the captain or the first officer couldn't have that. He was contemplating any attack plan that the Dominion would use but these days they had become very unpredictable changing their attack patterns to allow them to get the advantage over the large starfleet vessels.
"Couldn't sleep." Martin felt a warm hand fall on his shoulder, he didn't realise who it was at first but he soon realised the face as soon as he sat down beside him. The two had met sometime ago on Beroth a Klingon planet, as Martin had been looking for some solitude but while their fell in company with this Klingon officer. "Its nice to see you again Commander." Martin offered his hand to the officer beside him, he accepted it with a tight grip but that was surprising, as Martin knew all too well that unseen muscles rippled through his body that could deliver more painful blows to the fleshy skin of a Terran.
"Quark one prune juice." The Ferengi looked hard at the new arrival and then fetched a glass from under the bar and a purple looking liquid from behind him. "Anything else commander?" Quark wiped the bar with a dirty looking rag, Martin looked at it in disgust. "No that will be all." The Ferengi then left them to get on with their socialising. "I am waiting for the blood thirst of battle, as today maybe a good day to die." Martin's lips curled up at the side as he let go a little smile, "I'm sure you will get it Worf, but lets just hope it's not our forces that will have the blood loss." Worf didn't say anything but took a long drink of the glass he held in his hands, "Well commander I must return to the Defiant, I will see you in battle." Worf left his empty glass on the bar and left the bar before Martin had chance to reply, the commander was alone again in the bar except for Quark who was hovering nearby.
The commander couldn't drink anything more he had become slightly queasy as the thought that so many lives could be lost in this war; whether they were Federation or Dominion and a lot of innocent lives would be lost along the way. As either way if the Federation forces won the war they would proceed onto Cardassia and take control but if the Dominion pushed back the Federation forces they would gain a stronger hold in the Alpha quadrant and maybe worse try to take total control. Martin was hoping that it wouldn't be them that lost the war, and then the commander's communicator bleeped. "Odysies to commander Davison, you must return to the Odysies we have been given an unscheduled mission?" He gave a quizzical look then tapped his comm. Badge as he headed out of the bar, "I'm on my way, re-assemble the crew from the Space station and prepare to depart inform the captain of our current status I will be joining you momentarily. Davison out!"
To be continued...