Chapter Seven
"Hello Garak." Jadzia greeted.
"Ah! Lieutenant! Are you here for your dress? I told you to get it tomorrow." Garak asked.
"No, I'm helping Jahzara pick out some new clothes."
"Ah! The doctor's niece, isn't it?" Garak offered his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, my dear."
Jahzara hesitated but took the Cardassian hand and shook it firmly.
"Pleasure to meet you also, sir." Her British accent flowing evenly with her every word.
"Well, we should measure you." Garak said, pulling out his measuring tape and beginning to measure Jahzara.
He reached around her breasts and measured her chest size. She watched him out of the corner of her eye.
"I hear you're the only Cardassian on the station." Jahzara said, attempting to make small talk.
There was no response from Garak as he continued measuring around Jahzara's waist. Jahzara turned around abruptly and looked Garak in the eyes.
"Mister Garak, did you hear me?" she murmured after a bit.
"Yes…my dear, I did."
"Than what do you have to say to my comment?"
"I am the only Cardassian on the station. Your informative was correct."
Jahzara turned back around and let Garak continue measuring her.
"We have some nice Bajoran outfits and some modern Earth outfits in your size." Garak offered.
"I'll have a look if you don't mind." Jahzara said.
Garak nodded and brought out all the Earth and Bajoran outfits in her size. There were twelve in all and each one was perfectly tailored—no doubt by Garak himself.
"I'll take the lot." Jahzara said, but remembered that it was Jadzia that was paying. "If you don't mind Jadzia."
"Oh, no go ahead; get them all if you want." Jadzia admitted.
So she did, and Jadzia paid, true to her word.
Jahzara Bashir; Personal Log:
Uncle Julian came back from his one-week trip to Romulus yesterday, but he's very different. He can't seem to remember anything I've told him. He doesn't even remember himself telling me that he'd help me find Sovak. Odd isn't it? Oh well, I'll just ask Commander Sisko to lend me a shuttle pod and I'll take a few officers with me. End log.
"Commander Sisko, if it may be permitted, may I take one of your crewmembers with me to look for someone?"
"Yes, but who?" Sisko asked.
"Sovak, my Vulcan caretaker. He took care of me before I knew that I had an uncle. He was taken by the Dominion."
"Do you know what you're asking, Jahzara?"
"Yes, sir, I do."
"Very well, take Commander Worf and Garak with you. He has some business in the Gamma Quadrant anyways."
"Thank you sir."
The shuttle pod halted in space, right at the border of Dominion space.
"We can go no further." Commander Worf announced.
"Well, why not?" Garak asked.
"Tain's signal goes strait into Dominion space." Worf answered.
"So?"
"Who's Tain?" Jahzara asked.
"My mentor. He was believed to be dead, but I received a message from him a few days ago."
"The signal is coming from the Heron nebula and we will not be able to tell what is in front of us until we clear into the middle of the nebula." Worf continued.
"Neither will Dominion ships." Garak explained. He turned to Worf. "Where's that Klingon honor that you Klingons are supposed to have?"
Worf looked hesitant but that look fled quickly as Worf agreed.
"Very well. We shall continue."
Worf steered the runabout into the Heron nebula.
"Now, you see? There's nothing to—" Garak started.
He, Worf and Jahzara stared out the view screen and gaped at the huge Dominion fleet gathered in the nebula.
Jahzara immediately ran to the back of the runabout to get a phaser. She turned around, but between she and Garak and Worf were a group of Jem'Hadar soldiers. She gasped, and quickly covered her mouth.
The Jem'Hadar in the back of the group that was closest to her turned suddenly and on instinct stunned her. She was out like a light.
Worf stood to his feet, ready to fight, but Garak stopped him.
"Oh, good. I was wondering, do you know which way it is to the wormhole?" The Jem'Hadar first came forward and hit him over the head.
Worf and Garak beamed down—Garak with a girl in his arms. Her arms hung limply towards the ground and she was obviously unconscious. Her hair had fallen limply out of its style and all that was left was a long braid.
One of the soldiers, probably the Jem'Hadar first began telling them what as going on.
"This is isolation camp three, do not try to escape because you won't. Out of the dome, there is nothing but endless space." He turned to Worf. "I have been waiting for another Klingon."
He turned to the Jem'Hadar second. "Take them to their accommodations."
Garak and Worf were led towards a smaller building, but on the way, they noticed a fighting arena. There was a Klingon in the arena with a Jem'Hadar soldier.
"General Martok." Worf told Garak. Garak followed after Worf towards the arena and pulled him up.
"Worf? Is that you?" Martok asked. One of his eyes was missing.
"I am here, General." Worf answered.
"If you are Worf, than he must be Garak." Martok reasoned, turning to Garak. "Who is the girl?"
"Jahzara Bashir. She came along looking for a Vulcan called Sovak." Worf answered.
Martok offered his stronger arms.
"Here, let me take her. Tain will probably want to speak with you." Martok offered.
Garak nodded curtly than carefully transferred Jahzara's body to the waiting arms of Martok. He took Jahzara in his arms and walked strongly towards the building in which the three newcomers would be staying.
He too was staying in that building, as well as Tain, a Breen and two Romulans. There was another bed, but no body had mentioned where that prisoner had gone. Martok laid Jahzara onto an empty cot and brushed away some hair that lay across her face.
"She is a beautiful girl. The Doctor should be proud of her. She is brave to go up against a Jem'Hadar." Martok commented.
"She did not exactly fight the soldier. She tried to get a phaser and startled the Jem'Hadar. She was stunned." Worf answered. "Sovak is her former caretaker."
Martok looked at Worf. "Sovak is in punishment with another prisoner. They tried interfering with one of my fights."
They walked over to Garak and Martok informed Garak what was wrong with him.
"His heart is failing, it gets worse everyday. He will die in a matter of days."
Suddenly, the doors swished open and a female Romulan walked in.
"They're both being released." She announced.
Garak, Martok, Worf and the Romulan stared at the door.
Two figures were thrown into the room and the guards exited the room.
The two figures pushed themselves up wearily and each sat down on a different cot.
"Doctor Bashir?"
