A Universe of Change: Realized Probability
Disclaimer: see chapter one.
Author's Notes: Hope u enjoy this. A note to everyone, reading, if I haven't altered a scene from the series that is canon, then that scene is still valid fro this fic. Please note that some parts of the first portion of this chapter are exactly as in the show. Read, Enjoy and Review please!
Summary: The Enterprise C and D blunder into the borderland between the Scarren Empire and The Peacekeepers. This fic is a part of AlbertG's Ruinations series and has been written with his express permission. This portion not needed as it's ID on all of your chapters.
Chapter 10
Can you say Screwed?
The fighting had died out and the were now all gathered once more in the Scarren Conference room with the new addition of Scorpious, who at this moment was the centre of everyone's attention.
"You mind telling me why the hell you did that?!" demanded Sisko angrily of Scorpious.
Scorpious turned cool calculating eyes at Sisko, studying him intensively for a several moments.
"Yo, Nosferatu! He asked you a question. Why the frell did you screw us?" Crichton shouted at him when he didn't immediately answer.
Very carefully, he said, "your energy signature is much higher than a Sebaceans." It was a statement, not a question.
John rolled his eyes. "Yeah it is. Get over it."
Scorpious turned curious eyes to Crichton. "How is this possible?"
"You missed a few curve balls while the Scarrens were serving you breakfast in bed," Crichton retorted, "Move on. Answer the question."
Scorpious didn't move on, he turned his reptilian eyes upon Dax, "What about him? His energy signature is different and yet even with those spots I would still mistake him for Sebacean, if I were not me."
Crichton threw up his hands in disgust. "See what I have to deal with?"
"He's a Trill," was Sisko's succinct reply, eyeing Scorpious carefully and wondering where he was going with all this.
Scorpious paused. "Two different species that share such phenotypical similarities and yet have different home worlds?"
"Most species in our area of space share similarities, some even more so," admitted Dax.
"Interesting..." Scorpious muttered softly.
"Hey! Scarren base-trapped. Surrounded by an army of Scarrens and Charrids-can we get back to that?!" Crichton demanded angrily. "Why the frell did you screw us, grasshopper?"
"Your plan would not have worked," he replied. "Base defenses would have destroyed us before we could reach Moya and it is very likely that they already know Moya's location," he replied smartly. "I saved all your lives."
"You stopped us from leaving, you frelnick?" Chiana screeched angrily.
"It is very likely that the Scarrens have also disabled D'argo's ship." With that Scorpious continued to defend his position. "We would not have been able to go anywhere, in any case,".
"That's impossible," exclaimed D'argo gruffly as he glared at Scorpious.
"Stealth is out. Does Lo'la have enough firepower to blast us out of here?" asked Aeryn.
D'argo thought for a moment before replying. "Maybe. Probably. I dunno. It's worth a shot."
"How would we do it?" asked Aeryn.
"I'd call Lo'la. She'd blast a hole and we'd run through."
John nodded. "Do it before someone else screws us." he said urgently.
"Dushko hapeesta!" commanded D'argo. They waited silently to hear an explosion of chaos, but nothing happened. "Dushko hapeesta!" commanded D'argo again, more urgently.
Again nothing happened.
"Somebody's jammed the comms?" Chiana suggested.
"No they've disabled Lo'la," Sikozu said firmly.
"That's impossible," D'argo claimed unsure if it were true or not.
"Be that as it may, its one possibility," Sisko said.
"Hey, what about the Command Carrier? Can we still get a free ride outta here?" Chiana suggested hopefully.
"Try it and find out," Ahkna sneered as she stepped into the conference room followed by one of her Scarren aides.
"We don't know what you're talking about," John said evasively as she stared him down.
Ahkna slowly approached John as she spoke menacingly, "Oh, let me enlighten you. Grayza doesn't frighten me. Her Command Carrier doesn't frighten me. Your bomb doesn't frighten me..." She slowly reached out and ran her finger over the top of the bomb. John was forced back a couple of steps until he bumped into the conference room table. "And neither do you."
"Damn. I'm on the brink of devastation, Minnie Pearl," sarcastically retorted.
In a flash, Ahkna backhanded John hard. With a thud he landed on the table top behind him. Ahkna's Scarren aide positioned himself in Aeryn and Sisko's way as they tried rush Ahkna and go to John's aid.
Ahkna slithered forward, climbing up onto the table and leaned over John. She copped the bomb, "Perhaps we should go there together." Her hot breath washed over John's face.
For a short time the only sound heard in the room was the continuous beeping of the bomb.
With a sneer, Ahkna reared back and stepped away. Leaving the conference room with only a warning glare at Crichton.
"You know what? I really don't like that tralk!" Chiana muttered.
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An hour later, Sisko and Dax stood alone in the conference room conferring.
"Did you find anything out, sir?" Dax asked.
"You mean other than the fact that this situation is completely out of anybody's control?" Sisko lamented angrily.
"That I had already figured out, Ben," Dax retorted smartly.
Sisko snorted and gave Dax a thin smile. "Well Old man, it seems they haven't settled on a new plan yet and D'argo's ship will be ready to blast out of here in around another hour."
"I'm never volunteering for another mission again," groaned Dax.
"Neither I am, but we still have to survive this mission," Sisko remarked dryly, "What about you?"
"The good news is they've found an another friend here trapped on the base, one that apparently knows his way around and could help us escape," Dax admitted.
"I'm sensing a but, here," Sisko remarked carefully.
"I don't think we should underestimate these Scarrens, sir. They've got some impressive tech at their disposal," Dax started.
Sisko frowned, "What kind of tech? All I've seen isn't advanced as it could be."
"They have the ability to grow biomechanical entities known as Biloids, that can masquerade as anyone they've captured," Dax said simply, his calm voice belying the sheer astounding implications of his words.
Sisko whistled softly. "But what does this have to do with their friend?"
"It was a Biloid that was walking around not their friend," Dax explained.
Sisko grimaced. "So it's another rescue mission."
Dax nodded sadly, "You know just once I want something to go our way," he said mournfully "At this rate we're doomed."
Sisko opened his mouth to speak but was cut off when D'argo burst into the room, his golden blade in his hand now, transformed into some kind of rifle. "Come on! Quick, we don't know how they did it but the Scarrens have deactivated John's bomb!"
Dax turned to Sisko in a deadpan and said, "How many deities do you figure we've offended for this to happen?"
Sisko shrugged. "All of them?"
"That's what I figured..."
Author's Notes: Just a small update to say that this story is still alive:) Read, Enjoy and Review please!
