Chapter Eight
Garak must've still been confused because his face certainly registered it.
"You must be joking, Jahzara, your uncle isn't the kind of man to let his only living relative go on a suicide mission."
"First of all, I am NOT the only living relative of Doctor Julian Bashir. Second of all, this is NOT a suicide mission."
"What I mean by that was, you're the only living relative that Julian actually gets along with." Garak said.
"You mean he doesn't like my grandparents?"
"It's not that he doesn't like them, they just criticize everything he does." Garak explained.
"Let's get back to the point, then, I AM going on this mission and you CANNOT stop me." Jahzara said, changing the subject. "Do I make myself clear or shall I put it in terms that you can understand."
"Stop trying to pull my leg, Jahzara, there is no way that anyone on this station would let you go on this mission."
"Yes there is." Said a new voice, interrupting the conversation.
Garak eyed the new voice's owner, but did not argue. Instead, he turned in a huff and manned the controls.
"What're you doing here, Commander?" Jahzara asked.
"I am assisting the two of you on your missions." Worf stated, then brushed past Jahzara rudely and sat down in the command chair next to Garak.
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 for safety precautions.
When she turned around, between herself 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 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 were two other beds, but nobody had mentioned where the prisoners 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 for her protection and startled the Jem'Hadar. She was stunned." Worf answered. "Sovak was her caretaker before her bloodline was traced to Doctor Bashir."
Martok looked at Worf. "Sovak is in punishment with another prisoner. They tried interfering with one of my fights."
Worf looked to Garak's kneeling form and heard his faint words, "What's the problem with him?". Martok and Worf walked over to Garak and Martok informed Garak what was wrong with Tain.
"His heart is failing, it gets worse everyday. He will die soon."
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?"
