My dad requested me to do a story with no characters, and I came up with this. I didn't think it was very good, but I'll let you decide. Please review, but no flames! I am trying to reach a total goal of 200 reviews that are not flames. (This is the total number of reviews from all of my stories.) Please help me reach my goal!
Disclaimer: I do not own DS9.
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Empty. Totally empty. An entire space station, just…empty. Nobody was there, causing an eerie, quiet feeling – almost like someone is watching you without you knowing. Know what I mean?
Something happened here. Something bad. Glass fragments were scattered everywhere amidst puddles of synthoholic beverages. Many windows were broken, causing the vaccuum of space to depressurize the station.
Walking along the Promenade – if one could walk along the Promenade – one would see Quark's bar, once the liveliest place on the station. Now all that was there was quiet, dreary, and bleak replacing loud and raucous. Tongo cards were scattered everywhere, being soaked by Romulan ale. Chairs had been flung. Many of the dabo tables had been torn in half, the game pieces gone. Broken bottles were left behind the counter. Strange. Why would a self-centered Ferengi like Quark just leave a place in this condition?
Garek's clothing store. Poor Garek. It's such a shame that nice, kind Cardassian had to witness such an ordeal. Cloth was torn into shreds. The curtains covering the changing rooms had been taken down. All that was left was a handheld sewing device and a small, red scarf with a major burn mark. The work of a phaser, undoubtedly. Looking carefully around the Promenade a second time, one would see many similar burns and scorch marks all over the place.
Sickbay. A place of healing. Dr. Julian Bashir was a caring and kind Terran who always took good care of his patients. But now, there was no one around. He was gone, along with everyone else. Hypo sprays, tricorders and bandages were littered all over the floor, The computer was broken and irrepairable. Medical cots, pillows, and blankets were turned over on end, covered in even more phaser burns.
And finally, the captain's office. No one could get inside because of all the rubble barricading the door. Scorch marks – the biggest by far – were in much closer proximity. And amid all the rubble…was a Klingon bat'leth.
A great battle had taken place here…and it is clear who had won.
