Author's Note
Lots of thanks to Joe Lawyer for Beta and co-writing this chapter, he was able to flesh out the parts that needed it, and offered some suggestions that led to the chapter making much more sense than it did before.
Please read and enjoy.
Augment Gothic
Part 10
The Flighty Temptress
For a moment I was quite taken aback when I discovered just who my Bajoran resistance contact turned out to be. The universe seemed to be fucking with me a lot lately, because this was quite the coincidence. It was Major freaking Kira! Only she wasn't an officer in the Bajoran military yet and she looked much younger than she did in the DS9 series, aside from her eyes. In those I could see someone who was far older, if only because she had seen and experienced so much. I had a feeling many Bajorans, regardless of age, would have that same look in their eyes.
Thankfully, I recovered quickly enough that my surprise and shock didn't appear to have been noticed, and was able to put up the persona needed for my mission before it gave the whole damn thing away. This was good because my cover was that of a smuggler and arms trader whom the Bajoran Resistance wanted to buy weapons from. I needed to keep my cool if this deal was going to happen and, perhaps more importantly, go well enough that they would be willing to let me join their Resistance movement.
"So do you have want we want?" Kira asked me tersely, though this question felt forced, like she was trying to put up a tough persona to cover her nervousness and inexperience. Well, it was unnecessary in this case, since making maximum profit wasn't exactly the point of this transaction for me.
We were currently in what passed for the 'cargo bay' onboard my ship, although it was more of a smallish to medium sized storage room really, but calling it a cargo bay sounded much cooler. In a Federation Runabout this space was a swappable module and could be a laboratory with extensive equipment, or quarters for passengers on long journeys, or even just a large conference table like I'd seen on an episode of TNG. That swapability, to accommodate the needs of different mission types, was one of the big reasons the Runabout-class vessel was becoming so popular in the Federation. My ship was a bit larger than a standard Runabout so I had permanent space for quarters and a cargo bay, which was very useful for me. A cargo bay had a lot of profit potential should I take paid transport jobs in the future and it was certainly useful for this mission.
My cargo bay was currently stuffed full to bursting with containers filled with advanced farming equipment which would go to the Dahkur Province on Bajor. Dahkur was a region on Bajor dominated by heavy agriculture and produced much of the planet's food supply. Of course, this cargo was just a cover for what I was really selling to the Bajorans, but it would serve as a good excuse for why I was on Bajor at all.
"Of course," I replied to Kira.
I took a moment more to study the young Bajoran woman before me, trying to reconcile what I could remember from the show with the younger version in front of me. At the moment she wore simple yet sturdy clothes, that while rough in appearance and dull in color, seemed practical enough for hard conditions and usage. Sadly, they completely hid her body and figure behind layers, which was disappointing. She was always wearing that skintight unisuit in the show that left little to the imagination so I knew it was good.
Her outfit made me seem positively rich in comparison as I wore freshly replicated jeans, combat boots, and a jacket. Even my socks were brand new.
"Where are the weapons?" she asked shortly, obviously getting impatient with my delay as I studied her. She may have even thought I was eye fucking her.
I smirked at her and then went over to a long, drab looking wall along one side of the cargo bay. I pressed my palm to a hidden scanner panel that was completely indistinguishable from any other part of the wall and was designed to only open after scanning my unique biometrics and DNA. The wall quickly retracted inside the hull to show off my rather impressive armory. This hidden compartment was actually where I normally kept my personal armory, but it was much fuller now as it was also full of the weapons that Section 31 had supplied me with to 'sell' to the Bajorans. This hidden compartment was one of the upgrades I'd received from Section 31 in payment for the Collector mission. How ironic that it'd be needed for the next mission they'd give me! According to them it was impervious to the scanning technology of just about any known race.
"As you can see, Starfleet phasers, Klingon disruptors, plasma weapons, pulse rifles, photon and sonic grenades, a couple of old fashioned phase pistols, and the pride of my collection, an isomagnetic disintegrator," I gestured to each weapon type in turn like a salesman, plying my wares, which I kind of was.
At first I had been concerned about actually selling them Starfleet phasers, since it didn't exactly hide Federation involvement which was the whole damn point of my mission, but I was assured by Section 31 that they were just very good copies. Any even halfhearted examination of the weapons themselves would clearly show that the replication patterns and energy source which powered them didn't correspond to Federation technology. They still worked well, and would kill just as well as the real thing, but it wouldn't be a giant sign to anyone looking that the Federation was helping the Bajoran Resistance. Knock off copies of successful designs were actually pretty common around the alpha quadrant. The Ferengi were notorious for it, go figure. I had to laugh a bit at the idea of an official Federation intelligence agency like Section 31 buying knock off copies of Federation phasers from the Ferengi. It was a strange life sometimes.
The last weapon I'd mentioned, the isomagnetic disintegrator, was a shoulder-mounted directed-energy weapon used by Starfleet Special Operations, similar to a bazooka in style and payload, only smarter, longer range, and far more powerful. There weren't very many of them around and in use since heavy weapons like this didn't exactly fit in with the whole peaceful explorer on a scientific mission thing, but that hadn't stopped Section 31 from acquiring one for this mission. I had a feeling that such things were ridiculously easy for them to get a hold of. I'd have to get one for myself in the future; you never knew when a lightly armored vehicle needed to be destroyed after all.
Luckily, a shipment of them had been 'stolen' during transport to a Special Operations training facility a few years back. The incident was supposed to be secret, but it had been deliberately leaked widely at the time, so the rareness of the weapon wasn't a dead giveaway that the Federation was involved should it be discovered on Cardassia. It could have fallen into anyone's hands and then been resold to the Bajorans. Section 31's analysts had determined that the Resistance needed a bit more firepower to take on armored Cardassian vehicles or gunships. The trick was not to provide so many that the Cardassians got ridiculously suspicious.
"I also have a number of transport inhibitors available for sale," I told the Bajoran. "With one of these you'll never again have to worry about a Cardassian warship being able to just pick you up in the middle of a raid and put you in a holding cell. In fact, I even have one permanently built into my armor. As long as they are switched on they will prevent anyone in a certain radius from the device from beaming you away. So no worries about suddenly finding yourself on the transporter pad of an orbiting warship," I explained with a smile, hoping the heavy weapon and these inhibitors would make her very eager to buy from me and overlook any issues that might come up.
This bit of tech came from Section 31, so normally I wouldn't tell people about them, but since there were many ways to prevent someone using a transporter on you, such as being near certain types of metal or minerals, transport inhibitors weren't considered important enough not to share. The technology was fairly available as well if you knew where to look.
"This is how much we can pay now, the rest when we reach Bajor," Kira said, clearly unimpressed by my collection, or at least pretending to be as part of her negotiating tactics. "Payment in full upon delivery".
In turn I acted equally unimpressed by the amount displayed on the data-pad.
"That's it? Seriously?" I asked. "This will barely cover the cost of the farming equipment I'm using as cover, never mind the weapons," I said in mock outrage. The farming equipment alone actually cost far more than they were offering, but I was intentionally pitching my voice and body language to suggest that this was a negotiating tactic on my part to drive up the price and might not necessarily be true. The Bajoran Resistance had absolutely no clue how much the farming equipment truly cost.
Luckily for them, I didn't care one bit about maximizing the price, as Section 31 had just given me all these weapons for the mission. I was allowed to keep whatever the Resistance paid me, but 31 had also set up accounts for me in several banks on independent worlds that would ensure that I always had access to latinum when I needed it for mission expenses. If I did periodically leave Bajar on my ship that'd be useful for buying needed supplies.
I was hardly rich, though, as they were just expense accounts that I could draw upon when I needed to, but I'd be working to ensure I had a lot more latinum of my own in the future. It was only a matter of time before I had my own ridiculously large accounts filled with money I could spend freely. My services weren't free after all. Luckily for me, even though Section 31 was a very smart, capable, and ruthless intelligence organization, their members were still Federation citizens so they were infected with that holier than thou attitude where they really didn't care about money. That meant they pretty much accepted whatever price I asked for. Even when I asked for advanced weapons and technology for my ship, they really didn't seem to care. They were mostly concerned with ensuring the stuff they gave me wasn't so over the top that it'd raise too many questions that they couldn't deflect or just give me a license for.
"We're fighting for our freedom," Kira pointed out passionately, "we don't have much, but I can assure you that we can get you more once we reach Bajor".
I handed the future major her PADD back.
"If the Cardassians catch me smuggling weapons to your people, they'll kill me," I said plainly. "I'm not risking my life for promises of future payment that may never come. I'm a businessman, not a charity, no matter how noble your struggle is it won't pay my bills".
For a moment I thought I'd pushed too far. My plan had been to haggle over the price a little, at least enough to make it believable, so that the Bajoran rebels wouldn't think I was an agent for a foreign power, which I was, or anything else other than an arms dealer with profit on his mind. Unfortunately, now it looked as if Kira was going to storm off, which would be the end of my mission.
Then, for a moment at least, it seemed as if she was going to hit me before leaving, only that moment passed, and her attitude suddenly became much more friendly.
"I promise you you will be paid more, a fair price, once we get to Bajor," the Bajoran woman said with sincerity. "In the meantime, there must be something I can do to prove my sincerity. It's a long trip to Bajor and you don't have a crew; it must get awfully lonely on board this ship all by yourself".
Now this, I had not expected.
"Huh?" I asked.
She soon clarified.
"Sex," Kira said with a sigh of annoyance. "I'll have sex with you, as much as you want until we get to Bajor, but you have to be willing to work with us on the price. Our resources are limited, but we will find a way to pay you fairly".
I'd immediately understood what she had offered, I was just really, really surprised as I'd been anticipating an argument or a threat or just an end to the deal altogether…definitely not this.
"All right," I said.
I made it a point to never deny free pussy when it was offered after all.
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When the beeping sound filled the air I spent a moment or two wondering just what it meant as I'd never heard that particular sound before. Hopefully my ship wasn't about to suddenly explode. This universe was fucking crazy sometimes so I wouldn't put money on it not happening just like that. Then I realized that it was just my ship being hailed, which was a relief as I'd just been contemplating my imminent death, so I put down the PADD I'd been reading from and answered the hail.
To my surprise it was T'Maz, my beautiful and sexy Vulcan partner on my last Section 31 mission, who was calling me on the space phone. When I saw that it was her I closed the door to the cockpit, sealing off the area from the rest of the ship. Kira was in the back in my quarters, having fallen into some kind of whacked out pleasure coma after I'd fucked her senseless, but I didn't want to risk her waking up and overhearing things that I'd have to kill her for listening to. That would seriously mess up the timeline and just be such a waste.
"I didn't think I'd hear from you so soon," I said to the alien woman with a smile.
T'Maz looked exactly as she had the last time I'd seen her, aside from having had a haircut, she was even wearing one of those tight one-piece body suits she favored.
"I intended to contact you sooner," she told me, "but I have been working continuously on writing a comprehensive report to disseminate all the information we gathered and conclusions we reached regarding the aliens we encountered during our last mission".
That made sense as the 'Collectors' were a grave threat to the Federation, perhaps to the whole galaxy. While I'd destroyed the device that allowed for the creation of rifts between this universe and the one the 'Collectors' lived in, there could be other such machines out there, or it was possible that at some time point in the future that a Federation genius with more brains than sense would punch a hole between realities just to see if they could.
Therefore, it was up to Section 31 to learn everything they could so that they could try to prepare for that day. This also explained why I'd not been debriefed; T'Maz must have told them everything they'd needed to hear in excruciating detail knowing her. This made sense, she was the science type and the ranking agent on the mission who'd been with me every step of the way; I'd just killed lots of bug people and had acquired some of their weapons, which I, unfortunately, had to hand over.
Besides, Sloan seemed to understand me very well, or 31's psychological profile on me was just that damn good, because he seemed to know that an extensive and grueling debriefing would have just led to me resenting the organization and the work I did for them, making it that much harder in the future for them to convince me to take on another mission. I certainly understood the benefit of a debriefing, in the abstract, but in this case T'Maz was more than enough to provide them with everything they could want in that regard. Since we had talked after the mission she also knew what my thoughts were.
"I have not yet finished my work," T'Maz went on to say. "However, I decided to take a break and visit you at your home. My intention was to seek your assistance in furthering my practical research into human sexual practices".
If she'd been human she would have just said that she wanted to make a booty call.
"Unfortunately, I'm on a long-term mission to Bajor right now," I told T'Maz. "Perhaps we can meet up in the future though? I intend to stay on Bajor for a while, but I can leave if need be, and the occupation won't last forever".
T'Maz didn't seem at all upset about missing a chance to get laid, but she was Vulcan, so her visible expressions hardly meant anything. She could look calm and collected even during hardcore anal sex, even when I was doing everything in my considerable power to break that booty. I knew this for a fact.
"That would be acceptable," T'Maz said pleasantly, before changing the subject. "I also contacted you in order to wish you good luck on your first solo mission and to let you know that I am well. Humans tend to worry about such things".
I hadn't been worried, but mostly because I knew she could handle herself. Even when we were facing our almost certain deaths during the last mission she'd been as cool as a cucumber.
"There is something else I wanted to discuss with you," the Vulcan woman then said. "My intention was to surprise you at your home, but when I arrived there was a human woman named Annika just outside your apartment. She claimed to know you and became quite upset when I mentioned that I knew you as well. Also, for some reason, she was wearing nothing but a trench coat and a pair of high heel shoes".
Wow, Annika might look like Seven of Nine from Star Trek Voyager, but she wasn't at all like that woman. Annika, the human woman who had never been assimilated, was overly emotional and disliked advanced technology such as space flight. So I wasn't surprised to hear that she had come round to my apartment. Most likely it had been some desperate plan to convince me to stay on Earth. It still wouldn't have worked, but I'd have had a hell of a lot of fun letting her try to convince me. Maybe I could have finally gotten my holo sex tape? Damn it.
"She was my girlfriend," I explained to T'Maz. "We broke up when I told her that I was leaving for a while, though I obviously couldn't tell her that it was for a mission or to where or what I'd be doing there, etc".
The Vulcan raised an eyebrow at that, which for her race was a very expressive thing to do.
"I was not aware that you had a mate," she said calmly, but there was a hint of something more there.
At this point I figured that I had to tread carefully.
"We hadn't made any proper formal commitment to each other," I informed T'Maz. "I am presently unable to commit to anything truly long-term due to the nature of our work".
The woman on the screen nodded at that answer, seemingly satisfied.
"Indeed, our lifestyle does not leave much time for family and friends or ultimately to freely share so much of what we do," she said.
There was a knocking noise on the door to the cockpit so I knew that Kira was up.
"I have to go," I told T'Maz. "I'll find a way to contact you when I'm next off Bajor".
With that I closed the channel and went to deal with Kira. I figured she needed feeding or something like that.
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Kira was lying on the bed in all her naked glory. Her arms were folded under her head propping it up to look at me, her firm round tits were topped with two hardened nipples, and I admired her slender waist and rounded hips. She lay shamelessly with her legs slightly apart allowing me to see her slightly moist sex.
This understandably caused a large reaction in my trousers, which only became worse as I approached the bed. Once I was sitting on the edge of the bed I began to make a close examination of her body and not just with my eyes. My hands moved down as I caressed each breast before continuing down over her stomach, and finally reaching her pubic hair.
After parting her legs a little more I began to rub and finger Kira's wet cunt, which startled her.
"Oh!" she moaned.
After several moments of my shamelessly touching her most private of places, Kira began to writhe and squirm in pleasure.
"Are we going to be having sex this entire trip?" she asked me in a whining tone. "I've barely gotten out of bed since we entered warp. When we do get off the ship I'm afraid I'm going to be walking bow legged!"
I had to laugh at that.
"You're the one who offered me as much sex as I wanted," I reminded her with a smirk.
She didn't seem all that bothered by my sexual demands, but she was making a great show of it, acting as if this was some sort of burden when really she was enjoying herself a hell of a lot. I was kind of curious to see and learn how the Bajoran culture regarded sex and specifically how their religion effected it. So far they seemed pretty liberal and didn't play games with it.
"Just be quick about it," she requested.
I quickly undressed and Kira took my throbbing cock and began to enthusiastically blow me. I thought she was going to try to make me cum quickly that way, not that that would have stopped me from banging her given my enhanced stamina, but eventually she guided me back between her open thighs and put my cock deep inside her cunt with a sigh of pleasure. Once I was back inside her she both moaned and winced at the same time. I could tell that she was still sore from the hard fucking we'd done earlier and it must have been overly sensitive as well, but she was still taking it like a champ. When I was all the way in we started a fast rhythm of me thrusting into her, varying both my speed and strength. It was very nice, but I wanted to get deeper inside her.
"Turn over, I'm going to fuck you from behind," I commanded.
She immediately (and eagerly) got on all fours and lifted her ass high up into the air, her head resting on the bed and her back bent. I got on my knees behind her, taking a moment to admire the full access and trust she was giving me, after a few moments to build up anticipation I grabbed my cock and then slid into her balls deep, my hands gripping her hips tightly and both thrusting and pulling her into me.
"Easy, easy," she urged. "You're really big and strong".
Her speaking soon turned into heavy breathing and loud moans of intense pleasure as I fucked her deep and hard. Like before, she started actively meeting my thrusts and fucking me back. I could feel her squeezing me with her pussy too. She turned and looked at me with a smoldering look then threw her head back as she screamed out an intense orgasm.
I kept going, and heard her orgasm again and again before I was ready to let loose. When I finally came she screamed again, and this time it wasn't an orgasm she was just really sore I guessed.
Once I was done she collapsed face down in utter exhaustion. Her well-proportioned ass was still a tempting target, but I resisted the urge to give it a slap and decided to let her sleep some more. It was hard to keep up with an augment.
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Hathon City. Bajor
Not long after I arrived on Bajor I ended up meeting Shakaar, the leader of an important rebel cell at a local bar, and an important character from DS9. In terms of the who's who from the Resistance, Shakaar and his cell were in the very top tier.
From what Kira had told me the Bajoran freedom fighters were currently planning to kill someone called Gul Morad Pirak, who was the overseer for this particular city and the surrounding farms. Pirak was not a nice man, even for a Cardassian, in fact he'd recently had fifteen Bajoran farmers executed simply for not displaying the Cardassian flag, which was really petty. Cardassians were almost all universally hated, but this Gul was definitely hated a bit more than most.
"We could use someone with your skills and abilities," said Shakaar, as he served drinks at the bar. "I've heard from Nerys that you're not a normal human".
Between fucking her into a stupor, Kira and I had talked, and I'd told her about being an augment and just what that meant in the Federation. I'd also made it clear that I didn't like the Cardassians either and shared with her several historical parallels to Earth's history.
"What did she tell you about me?" I asked.
Shakaar, who had been a farmer before becoming a terrorist, seemed like a nice enough bloke, and I really did want to help the Bajoran people, but if he figured out that I was working for a foreign power then I'd have to kill him. Appearing too eager to join here would be a huge mistake.
"You know Nerys," the rebel leader said. "She's never shy when it comes to expressing an opinion".
That I did know.
"Oh, I know her quite well," I told Shakaar with a lascivious grin, deciding to get a little payback for her sharing some of my background without asking first.
Kira was standing right next to me, and upon hearing what I had just said, she drove her elbow into my ribs as a warning.
"Get your mind out of the gutter," Kira said with a threatening look.
Her change in attitude didn't surprise me, now that she was among her own kind again she didn't want them thinking she was some kind of 'human lover'. None of the Bajorans were very fond of the other races, and they couldn't exactly be blamed for that given their recent bloody history.
"Your 'Cardie' friend," I said, gesturing to the Cardassian nearby. "Is it okay to talk around him?" I asked.
Apparently not all of the Cardassians stationed here on Bajor were happy about the planet being strip mined for resources and the native population being worked to death. Who knew?
"He's one of us," Shakaar answered quickly. "In fact, he's vital to our intelligence gathering".
Which made me wonder if he was an undercover operative of the Obsidian Order, which was pretty much the Cardassians' version of Section 31, albeit a group whose existence was pretty much known by all. Even with that risk I wasn't going to kill someone merely on the off chance that they were a spy, but I'd keep a close eye on him.
"Well, I still don't trust Cardassians," Kira scoffed, "and I don't care for off-worlders thinking that they can help a Bajoran cause".
I gave the woman a cold look at that, letting her know that I didn't approve or appreciate her opinion.
"No offence," she then added.
I decided to let the matter go, but if I was truly a gun runner with only a desire for profit, that little comment might have killed the deal and that was assuming a 'real' arms dealer would have even come to Bajor after they'd seen the paltry sum the Bajorans were actually offering for the weapons. Luckily for them, my mission was to help them by giving them the weapons and joining the Resistance, not make maximum profit.
"None taken," I replied after a few moments of Kira squirming under my gaze, then turning back to the rebel leader. "So, what do you want my help with?".
I hadn't actually been asked to join their little terrorist organization, yet, but I figured they wanted my help with something and that performing that task would earn their trust and thus a recruitment offer. If I passed their test of loyalty then they would probably let me into their little club.
"Gul Pirak will be in his compound tomorrow morning," Shakaar told me. "We have people ready to distract the local Cardassian regiment over at the barracks. While that attack is taking place we will take on Pirak and his guards".
That sounded simple enough, although I doubted that it would be.
"I still say that we should just blow up his compound and be done with it," Kira said.
That also sounded simple. With the right intel and equipment, I might even be able to sneak in an appropriate bomb for the compound's size.
"No," the Cardassian said, obviously against that plan. "We made a deal! You promised to limit civilian causalities in exchange for my support and information, and some of the staff at the compound are your fellow Bajorans, you can't just blow them up!"
Kira didn't seem to agree, but she only grunted her disapproval once it became clear that none of her fellow Bajorans seemed receptive to her plan.
"We appreciate your support, Hotak, and will honor the deal we made with you. Besides, bomb or not, the end result will be the same," Shakaar said to the Cardie. "Gul Pirak needs to die".
Just then one of the lookouts hurried over to the bar.
"I think we have been made," warned the young Bajoran quietly. "We've got Cardassian troops making their way down the streets. Gul Pirak's men I think".
I double checked that my pulse pistol, which was an updated version of a pre-Federation energy weapon, was set to kill. The design just felt much more comfortable in the hand and offered better long-range shooting then the modern hand phasers used by Starfleet.
"Now we get to kill some Cardassians," Kira said with relish, looking excited.
Shakaar tried to calm everyone down.
"Keep your weapons hidden," he ordered. "This may be nothing. As far as anyone knows this is just a bar that caters to off-worlders. There's no need for any violence yet".
Before anyone could argue with him, Cardassian security forces entered the establishment.
"All right, everyone, I want to see some ID!" Shouted the lead security officer.
I actually had appropriate ID. It was fake, of course, but it was a Section 31 fake and therefore really damn good and would take an expert and multiple database cross checks to determine it wasn't genuine.
"We don't want any trouble," Shakaar said as he cleaned some mugs. The Cardassian coming over to our group first.
Shakaar seemed rather relaxed considering what was going on, showing a cool professionalism in a tense situation that I actually rather admired. Despite his roots as a farmer, he'd obviously come to thrive as a soldier of the Resistance, learning on the battlefield as he went. Then there was Kira, who looked ready to take on the entire Cardassian Union all by herself. That girl was not lacking in enthusiasm and patriotic zeal, that's for damn sure.
"Then provide your ID and we won't have any," answered the Cardassian.
The officer then turned to me.
"Human," he said. "What are you doing here on Bajor?"
I answered him, while trying to sound perfectly calm.
"Just a trader," I told the alien Nazis. "I have already gone through customs, and my cargo has been checked and cleared".
The small amount of high tech farming high tech equipment I'd brought with me had passed inspection just fine, and thanks to some judicious bribes the rest of my ship hadn't been inspected. Which meant the weapons were safe, though I sincerely doubted that they'd have found anything given Section 31's impeccable work, but why take the risk when the bribes were cheap?
"Then you can come with us for further verification," said the Cardassian.
After that the officer then directed his men to take me into custody. That was something I just couldn't allow to happen as the Cardassians would almost certainly interrogate me, aka, torture me, or at the very least force me to leave the planet and thus my first solo mission would end in failure.
"Yeah, I don't think so," I said.
Before anyone else could react I grabbed the wrist of the Cardassian who had placed his hand imperiously on my shoulder in a vice grip, with strength far beyond anything capable of a normal human, and painfully twisted it away from me. I then pulled the offending limb to the bar faster than anyone could follow, before stabbing my combat knife directly through the middle of his hand in one fluid motion, straight through flesh and bone and deep into the wood of the bar top. This spoon head wasn't going anywhere.
"Arrrgh!" the Cardassian screamed in horror at the unexpected violence, the man's intense screams of pain and fright providing a nice distraction for what came next.
Spinning around and pulling my pistol from its holster I methodically head shot each of the other security officers before they even realized what was happening. I then turned back around and head shot the screaming soldier who was still pinned to the bar, his dead body now slumping to the floor one hand still up and pinned to the bar. A follow up shot to the torso of each soldier ensured no one would miraculously survive today.
"All right, well I guess we have to fight our way to the transport now," Shakaar said, looking impressed at my work. "Kira, you're with Gothic".
The Bajoran woman protested before I could say anything.
"Why do I have to stick with him?" Kira moaned while taking out her phaser pistol, incidentally one of the weapons that Section 31 had given me. The balls on this woman! It made it that much sweeter when I broke her down sexually and made her beg for my attentions.
Shakaar was now too busy to answer so the future major decided to glare at me instead, as if this was all somehow my fault.
"You look so cute when you try to act fierce," I told her with a wide smirk, retrieving my knife from the bar top once it was clear we were moving out.
She really was very cute when trying to be intimidating, especially when it was so ineffective on me. Mostly because I was many, many times stronger, faster and smarter than she was. Plus, I'd seen her orgasm face. Fun fact, it was incredibly difficult to pull off intimidating when someone had seen you like that, or mewling like a hungry kitten for milk in the bedroom.
"Humph!" was all she said in reply, a blush on her cheeks.
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Hathon City. Bajor
The streets of Hathon City quickly became a war-zone as the combatants on both sides exchanged weapons' fire, bright beams of deadly energy crisscrossing the street as we tried to kill each other. Kira had taken us to the roof of a large building so that she could provide cover for the others, using her skills as an expert sniper to pick off or pin Cardassian soldiers. I backed her up as a spotter, so I could watch Kira's back, or at least her ass. That was worth guarding.
"See anything?" Kira asked me.
It was a little confusing at the moment, as it always was during the chaos of battle, but being an augment allowed me to process large amounts of sensory information much quicker than other people, so I already had a good idea of what was going on and where things were heading.
"I see four unarmored personnel carriers rolling down the main streets," I answered the rebel fighter. "I think the Cardassians are attempting to deliver reinforcements right into the heart of the city".
The transports, which were downright primitive looking compared to what even civilians drove around in on modern Earth, didn't seem to actually be armed or armored, offering little protection to the soldiers within. I figured that they were cheap troop transports primarily meant to safely deliver security forces against unarmed and mostly passive civilians, rather than true vehicles of war meant to stand up to enemy fire. Against soldiers with modern weapons intent on killing them they wouldn't be much of a threat, but they were more than up to dealing with rioting unarmed citizens.
"Shakaar, we need to find a way out of here now!" I heard Kira say over some sort of rough looking comm device, obviously spooked by the number of soldiers now being deployed.
While she talked, I took action. I activated four plasma grenades I had brought with me just in case and let them burn for a few seconds while I gauged the distance to the vehicles and its speed, the wind speed and direction, the likely path they'd take, and a million other little variables that needed to be taken into account, before throwing them really hard in different directions with pinpoint precision one after another. An augment's hand/eye coordination was not something to fuck with after all.
"Get down!" I yelled to the Bajoran rebel.
She didn't listen to me, of course, and before I could say anything further, there was a great explosion and expanding shockwave, one so strong that it shattered nearby windows. Actually, there had been four distinct explosions, but they'd happened at almost the same time so it felt like one big one.
"Don't you think that was a bit much?" Kira asked incredulously, looking down at the burning wrecks in the street and not at me.
My plasma grenades had taken out all four transports and horrifically incinerated everyone inside, which meant the Cardassians had lost control of this situation and now the rebels would be able to escape.
"There's no kill quite like overkill," I told her with a bloodthirsty grin.
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Rebel Base. Bajor.
"We've got some sleeping bags, as well as some food," Kira told me as she led me to where I'd be spending the night. "It's not as good as the stuff on your ship, but it's better than nothing".
Well, she wasn't wrong there, my ship was way more comfy than this place, which was just a cold and damp cave in the middle of nowhere.
"You know, we could just go back to the Temptress," I offered.
I wanted the Bajoran woman back in my comfy bed.
"And miss all this?" Kira responded mockingly, gesturing around at our luxurious surroundings. "It's easy for you Federation types, with all your creature comforts..."
I cut her off right there.
"Hey, I'm not a 'Federation type,'" I reminded her. "I'm from a time when humans knew how to kick ass and take names. We didn't have holodecks and food replicators when I was growing up".
Which in many ways was a damn shame really. Replicators would have been good for all those millions starving in Africa.
"Let's just get some sleep," Kira said next, obviously too tired to fight with me over something that was, admittedly, pretty silly.
To my surprise she removed some of her clothes, but noticeably only those which made her pussy accessible and got into the sleeping bag that I had assumed was specifically for me.
"We're all used to sharing in order to conserve warmth," she told me. "Just don't make me scream. I don't want anyone running in here thinking that we're under attack when we're just having sex".
The way Kira could so rapidly go from acting either cold or hot towards me really made my head spin. The possibility that she was encouraged by Shakaar to keep sleeping with me to keep me happy and under surveillance occurred to me, but I just couldn't work up the desire to give a fuck.
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Since the local barracks had been emptied last night for the raid, which had gone very badly for the Cardies since I had killed them all, that meant that we no longer needed so many troops to distract the garrison. Which also meant the rebels could now launch a much bigger attack on Gul Pirak, since they no longer needed to divide their forces.
The new plan had the main force of the Bajoran Resistance making a direct assault on Pirak's compound, while the Shakaar Cell took advantage of the chaos to go through the back door.
"This is the compound," Shakaar explained, as we gathered around and looked at the rather crudely drawn map. "We were able to get this intelligence from our people inside, who are posing as servants".
The compound didn't look that secure really. Sure, it had its own perimeter shield and there were guard posts, but there were no watch towers, no heavy weapons, no laser fence, no minefield, nothing. Either this Cardassian wasn't that important in the Occupation hierarchy, or the Cardassians had gotten really complacent over the years. I suspected it was probably a little of both.
"What can we expect in terms of opposition?" I wondered aloud, still looking over the compound layout.
Shaakar seemed happy that someone had asked that question.
"Minimal, at the moment, especially given recent local losses they've sustained," he answered, "though we only have twenty minutes at most before reinforcements are beamed in from elsewhere on the planet".
That was actually a very long time given how fast and easy beaming was in this time.
"Why so long?" another freedom fighter asked. Thank God some of these fools appeared semi-competent.
Now it was my turn to answer.
"One of the little toys I brought with me was a 'beaming scrambler.' If anyone tries to beams in, without first finding a way to counter the scrambling field, then they won't survive the trip," I told the rebels with a bloodthirsty grin. "I'll have the device with me when we go and I'll set it up once the attack begins".
Starfleet, of course, even during wartime, preferred transport inhibitors, a device which prevented the use of transporters in a certain area. A beaming scrambler was far more messy as it didn't prevent the transport from taking place, rather it prevented the object or person being beamed to a location from rematerializing correctly. So if Cardassian troops tried to emergency beam into the compound responding to Pirak's distress call, while the scrambler was active, well, then they would die most horribly upon rematerializing. Unfortunately, most competent transporter operators, at least those using military grade transporters and transport sensors, were trained to detect such a field and not allow transport, but who knows, we might get lucky.
"That should also scramble their sensors, right?" one of the rebels asked me.
I nodded my head. They'd be able to detect a transport scrambling field, but not anything else for a time.
"For a while, but they'll overcome that eventually," I told everyone.
I now had a question.
"What is our exit plan?" I asked.
I was soon given an answer.
"That, I was able to arrange," Shakaar said. "We have our own transport standing by which will get everyone out of the area before the Cardassians can send in a larger force".
Since the Cardies had a large standing force stationed on the planet permanently, and perhaps even warships nearby in the system, that meant the rebels couldn't win any major battles. They had to hit soft targets and get out as quickly as they could. This operation was probably one of the biggest direct assaults they'd ever tried their hand at.
"And that will be your exit, Gothic," Shakaar said. "I don't want the Bajoran people to know that we had off world help in this mission, especially this one. It wouldn't be good for morale".
That was fine with me; I wasn't here to become a war hero, although that would be cool and could be very useful for me once the Bajorans were free again. Plus there might be other opportunities for me to become famous, and besides, the right people would know how I helped.
"Seems you guys have a decent grasp of Guerrilla warfare," I said.
That got me some confused looks.
"It's a term from my homeworld. Guerrilla warfare is a form of irregular warfare in which a small group of combatants, such as paramilitary personnel or armed civilians, use military style tactics such as ambushes, sabotage, raids, petty warfare, hit-and-run tactics, and superior mobility to fight a larger and less-mobile formal military," I explained.
That didn't seem to clear things up, and that was unsurprising given that most of the people in this cell were local to the area, which made most of them former farmers.
"Guerrilla warfare is what we call how you're fighting, back home," I explained. "It's when you have a small, mobile force, like this cell, fighting against a larger, more unwieldy one, the Cardassians".
Everyone was now listening to me so I kept talking.
"A guerrilla army seeks to avoid any direct confrontation with large units of enemy troops, instead they seek out and destroy small groups of enemy soldiers or soft targets in order to minimize friendly losses while still killing and demoralizing the enemy," I told everyone. "They also don't limit their targets to just troops. Enemy resources, like food stores, for example, and weapon caches, are destroyed or stolen to allow the guerrillas to continue fighting while simultaneously weakening their enemies".
I had more to say since my audience seemed like they were finally getting it.
"It's what you guys are doing here and now with the Cardassians. You do anything you can to weaken the enemy's strength and resolve in order to force them to voluntarily withdraw from the planet," I said. "The last thing anyone wants, even the Cardassian people, is a war. There would be a huge cost in lives and resources in a full scale conflict with an enemy that are too fanatic to know when to quit and their reputation would take a huge hit with the other powers".
I noticed that the future major looked confused.
"Why?" Kira asked. "Are you afraid of staying here too long and getting all dirty?"
That wasn't the reason, in fact she had completely misunderstood what I was attempting to explain.
"No, it's because you simply can't win a full scale war against the Cardassians," I said, "And your leaders know this. That's why they broke the resistance up into independent cells who operate independently of each other and who don't know the makeup of the other cells or where their hideouts are. It's not just to protect the whole rebellion, which it does if one cell is compromised, it's because you can't beat the Cardassians. You don't have the numbers, the technology, or the resources to drive the invaders off the planet, and even if you did, they could just wipe you all out from orbit or release some biotoxin to kill every Bajoran on the planet. No, the only way to get rid of the Cardies is to make it too expensive, too unprofitable for them to want to stay, so they leave voluntarily".
I figured Shakaar already knew this, but he seemed intrigued anyway. Maybe no one had ever put it in these simple terms for him. Rhetoric and patriotic zeal often led to overly complicated arguments.
"Why would they leave voluntarily?" he asked me.
I decided to humor him as he most likely was evaluating me.
"The Cardassians took over this planet solely because they need its resources, not because of its location," I explained, "but occupation forces aren't cheap. They have to pay the soldiers, and they pay even more to support their people here with equipment and construction. Funding their operations here is very expensive. The only reason they stay is because they're getting more out of this occupation then they put into it. So if you can make it too costly for them to stay here, then they will leave voluntarily".
I hadn't finished speaking yet.
"So you need to destroy their mines, their farms, their ore processers, their forges, pretty much anything that they are actively profiting from," I told the group. "If they build a bridge then blow it up, if they build a warehouse you burn it down, and so on".
I had just a little more to say.
"But if you just start killing every Cardassian you encounter indiscriminately then you will stop being merely an annoyance and instead become a true threat," I said. "If that happens they'll kill your entire population and just settle the planet with their own kind. You need to make this planet too uncomfortable and uneconomical for them to stay on without making it a viable threat to their empire as a whole".
Shakaar nodded his head in agreement.
"And we need to give the people hope," he stated with passion in his voice. "We do that by killing Gul Pirak and showing everyone that we can resist the Cardassians, that we can beat them, and that their actions have consequences!"
The wholesale and indiscriminate slaughter of Cardassians on the planet wouldn't help, but killing select officers of the occupation could. Do it often enough and no would want to take the job and those that did might think twice before executing civilians for ridiculous reasons. Our actions now and going forward would be designed to make it very difficult for the Cardassians to keep their occupation running smoothly and perhaps more importantly, profitably.
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Pirak's Compound. Bajor.
While much of the compound's normal guard complement had been drawn away by another rebel cell's diversionary attack, that didn't mean the place was completely defenseless. It was still heavily shielded; that alone would have ended this attack in its tracks given the lack of advanced technology the Resistance had access to. Fortunately, the Bajorans working inside the compound would, at the right moment, lower those shields for us.
"The shield is down," a rebel said, obviously having gotten a pre-determined signal from whoever they had inside.
I doubled checked this with my tricorder, and was again very happy that I'd taken the time to learn how to use the device. The thing really was amazingly useful and did a ton of things.
"Then, let's go!" I exclaimed. "Time's a wasting!"
And, with that, the Shakaar Cell swung into action, intent on completing the mission.
Upon entering one of the rear buildings, which contained a communications station, I got my first kill of the day.
"Gack-!" said the Cardassian as he died.
Perhaps he would have made more comprehensible and respectable death throes, but that was kind of hard to do when your neck had been sliced clean open with a razor sharp sword of all things.
"Communications, clear," I reported into the comm device I'd been given. "Setting up the scrambler now".
That took me two seconds to do, and left me plenty of time to attach another device to the computer systems.
"And that's their communications down," I said smugly.
I loved being a spy; it meant I got to play with all the coolest toys.
"What did you do?" Kira asked.
I soon answered her.
"The device I just used will play havoc with their entire communications network," I told her. "It's a little something that I picked up on the Federation frontier".
Which wasn't a lie, it was just that the device hadn't originally come from the Federation, it was actually stolen and re-purposed Romulan tech.
"A contingent of Cardassian soldiers managed to beam into the compound before the scrambler came on," I heard Shaakar say over the comm. "We need backup over here!"
Then another voice spoke.
"If I know Gul Pirak, he will be holed up in his bunker until additional reinforcements arrive," a Cardassian said.
"Then we don't have much time," Shakaar replied. "We have to move now."
Judging by the talk and increased sounds of phaser fire I was needed elsewhere.
"Then we better get moving," I said to Kira.
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I threw a hand grenade down a hallway and towards the two Cardies who had been guarding it, expertly banking it off two walls in order to have it fall right at their feet and explode. A thunderous roar and two dead and broken aliens were the results of my action.
"The hallway is clear, but I am detecting more Cardassians inside," I reported to Kira while checking my tricorder again, altering its scanning method in an attempt to get a more definitive headcount.
Thankfully, the beaming scrambler didn't affect my equipment. Since I already knew the exact frequencies the scrambler was operating on my scanning abilities weren't affected, which was a great advantage for me. I would, of course, have to alter the frequencies if I used the scrambler again, as the enemy would have had time to figure them out as well. That wasn't a big deal as a simple retuning of my tricorder for the new frequencies was all that was required and my competency with the device was getting leaps and bounds better as time went on. In fact I had vague plans to redesign the device in order to integrate it into my armor. That was long in the future though.
"How many?" Kira asked.
I still wasn't totally sure.
"At least a dozen inside," I replied, "maybe more. It's hard to tell. The walls are very thick and made out of some dense metal that's making it hard to scan through".
Augment or not, 12 (or more) to 1 weren't exactly great odds, at least not in a confined space. I would have limited room to maneuver in and I wouldn't be taking these Cardassians by surprise. I was just as susceptible to a lucky shot as anyone else.
"They have to be Gul Pirak's elite guard," Shaakar said over the comm. Kira must have relayed our tactical situation while I was futzing about with the tricorder and kept the comm line open. "They never separate from him".
I was already coming up with a plan.
"Then we'll have to separate them," I said.
Lucky for me I still had grenades.
"You better be careful with those," Kira urged, warily looking at the grenades in my hands, having seen the sheer havoc I could cause with them.
Cardassian soldiers then came skidding around the corner, having gotten behind us, only to be gunned down by me with ruthless precision before any of them could even properly aim their weapons.
"By the Prophets, you're fast!" Kira exclaimed.
Indeed I was.
"Okay, it's grenade time," I said with a grin.
Using another spiffy Section 31 device I opened the thick door to the super secure room that contained the Gul's elite bodyguards just long enough to one-handed throw three active grenades inside, purposefully ensuring one went to the left, center, and right of the room. The looks of shock on their faces, freaking priceless! I immediately closed the door, the thick door cutting off the sudden screams of terror abruptly, before waiting a few seconds for the muted boom, and then reopening the door. Acrid smoke billowed out of the room. The lights flickering inside from being damaged by the explosions.
"Disgusting," Kira said, as she looked at the dismembered bodies and the veritable pool of Cardassian blood.
She hated Cardassians with a burning passion, but apparently seeing a dozen of them in a hundred bloody chunks upset her. Women were just funny like that.
"But effective," I said in response.
Once we got past the now dead guards we discovered that the Gul had a sort of basement/panic room that was down some stairs.
"Can you unlock this door too?" Kira asked.
We were about to find out. Incidentally, the amount of help I'd provided in terms of my own skills and the tech I brought to the table made me really wonder if this mission would have gone as well without me. I had a feeling that they'd bitten off way more than they could chew with this one and it was only my presence and equipment that made it possible.
"Troop reinforcements are on their way here," a solemn voice told me over the comm. "We've got less than five minutes before we're overrun".
The phaser fire was becoming less frequent now and since Resistance held weapons sounded quite different from Cardassian ones I could tell hope that it was mostly Bajorans who were still firing. Hopefully this was because most of the Cardies were already dead.
"Once we take care of Pirak, we leave immediately," Shaakar said tersely over the comm. "A stolen Cardassian shuttle will be waiting for us".
At least things were still somewhat going to plan.
"Then let's not keep Pirak waiting," I said to Kira.
I headed down the steps and successfully unlocked the door. When I got inside I saw the Gul pointing an energy weapon at the head of his Bajoran concubine who he was standing behind and using like a living shield. I had to do a double take at how much of a cliché this all was. This was some straight out the movies bullshit right here.
I knew he was planning to use her as a means of escape, probably trying to play on our sympathies. He obviously thought that the rebels wouldn't shot shoot him as long as he had a Bajoran hostage, though even that was up for debate. If they viewed her as a collaborator, rather than an unwilling victim, then they probably wouldn't bat an eye at shooting the woman then shooting him.
How that would have played out if I wasn't there, we'd never know, because sadly for him, I had really, really good hand eye coordination. Faster than his eye could follow I brought my pistol up and shot the weapon he had to the woman's head, which incidentally destroyed the weapon and his hand right along with it. Now screaming in pain and terror at his cauterized stump of an arm, his living shield was unceremoniously dropped to the ground and I wasted no time in shooting the Gul in the head and then put a few more shots in his chest for good measure. No reason to take a chance on these things after all.
"It's okay," Kira said in comfort, while racing over to the terrified Bajoran woman. "He can't hurt you anymore".
There was no time for Kira to comfort the concubine.
"We have to get out of here," I stated, knowing those reinforcements were coming.
Thankfully the beaming scrambler was still working, and killing the Gul hadn't taken very long. The only thing we had to worry about was the shuttle full of reinforcements we'd been warned about. If it was armed we could be in big trouble.
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Rebel Base. Bajor.
Not long after our successful mission I found myself back in the part of the cave network I'd slept in last night, keeping myself busy by cleaning my sword. All that Cardassian blood could stain the metal if left on too long.
"So, I hear Shaakar wants you to stick around for a while," Kira was saying as she munched away on a ration bar. "He must think you would be useful to the Resistance".
Well, he wasn't wrong. I think I'd well proven both my skill and usefulness as well as my willingness to get my hands dirty by killing Cardassians as needed during this last mission.
"What did he offer you for your help?" Kira asked me, knowing that there was no way I'd even consider it without something in payment. Even with only the brief time she'd spent with me, she knew I wanted to be paid for my services. Thankfully, as a Bajoran, she wasn't indoctrinated with that holier than thou attitude towards money like those in the Federation had. She saw nothing wrong with getting paid and making a profit.
The rebel leader similarly wasn't stupid, he knew that you didn't get something valuable for nothing, not in this galaxy.
"Land and citizenship," I told the Bajoran woman. "Shaakar thinks that anyone who fights for Bajor should be allowed to own some of the planet, or quite a bit in my case".
Which made sense and was actually pretty enticing to me, even beyond the fact that joining up with the Resistance was already an objective of this mission. I would have joined up with the Resistance for far less. Bajor really was a beautiful planet and the idea of putting down roots here wasn't unappealing, especially with how important Bajor was going to become in the future as soon as the wormhole was discovered. Land and citizenship and most likely unfettered career options meant a lot of opportunities for me. If I came out of the Occupation as a much loved war hero who helped drive the Cardassians off the planet, then I'd be in an even better position with the influence I'd have.
"And he says he'll sort out an official Bajoran citizenship for me once you guys have your own government," I explained to Kira. "Augments are barred from joining Starfleet or going into government back in the Federation, but things could be different for me here".
If I was offered an official position with the Bajoran military after the Occupation, then there were even more opportunities. Bajor would eventually join the Federation and their military would be somewhat absorbed into the larger structures of the Federation. It was not without precedent that certain things the Federation didn't allow would be grandfathered in when a new planet joined. If I was already an officer in Bajor's military I might be similarly grandfathered in when they received membership, which might be a nice way to end run Federation law prohibiting me from any official position.
Kira had another question.
"Will you stay?" she asked me. In other words asking if I had accepted Shakaar's offer. I hadn't yet, but only because, again, appearing too eager would be a mistake.
I soon replied.
"I'm still thinking about it," I told Kira.
Of course, I wanted to stay, and not just because it was a primary objective of my mission. I could benefit from spending time on Bajor. In the short term I would at least be able to perfect my combat skills, there being no end of opportunities to fight and kill the Cardassians on this planet. I was a good fighter, but I could be much better. There was also the distinct possibility of getting my hands on some state of the art Cardassian military technology to improve my ship, which was also a nice perk.
And in the long term it wouldn't hurt to have the Bajorans see me as an ally and friend. Bajor was outside the Federation so they didn't have any laws that limited what augments could and couldn't do. There would be some prejudice due to me being the alien here, but the locals would accept me if I helped them end the occupation.
Then there was what Section 31 could pay me. A successful long-term mission on Bajor meant access to more tech, more upgrades for my ship, more weapons, more credits, and of course the best missions in the future.
"Maybe I can help convince you," Kira said with a devilish smirk.
I only needed to look into her eyes to see just how she planned to go about doing that. Yeah, all that complaining on the ship about how much sex I demanded was definitely a bunch of bullshit.
"You fuck one woman into a pleasure coma," I muttered under my breath, shaking my head a little.
Thankfully, Kira had already started undressing so she hadn't been paying attention me to when I'd said that.
"Did you say something?" she asked.
I shook my head and decided to let the Bajoran rebels know in the morning that I'd accepted their offer. Visions of a beautiful fortress home on a sprawling and idyllic stretch of land on Bajor now going through my head. Would putting in my own holodeck be too over the top? Maybe building on an island would be nice too. I could see it now, miles of clothing forbidden beaches sounded perfect for unwinding. Maybe even put in a beverage replicator built into a beach side cabana, frozen daiquiris flowing like water. I could buy or build a few armed hover crafts to take out over the water.
My little daydream of the future over, staying would at least mean I'd have plenty of opportunities to ruin Kira for other men. Assuming I hadn't already done that.