Discontinuity: Indefatigable
by chaos_eternus

Ten

This wasn't her usual work. Jobs such as this, well, command had specialists in just such a task. They had to given all they were doing to drain the enemy of resources, but then; they didn't exactly have access to command, not in this place.

Maybe one day that would change, but for now they still had the enemy.

Still had their duty.

It pained her to pretend to be a slave, pretend to be one of the broken, loyal masses but the plan required it. This wasn't a task were they could sneak in via the gate; they weren't any gates in this place. Least, none they had discovered so far.

It was tricky too, some of these were part of her team; some were not. Of the other slaves, some would help, some would refuse to get involved and some… some were truly loyal to Osiris; curse her to the gates of hell.

They didn't know which were truly which, neither could they trust appearances. Their task required secrecy; it required absolute trust in her companions and absolute distrust in everyone else.

This was not something she was used to. Infiltration was not something she had been trained for and yet… the Tau'ri knew far more of Goa'uld technologies then any of the other races in this place. It would be up to the agents of this place to seize their prize, but once seized, it would be up to her to command it.

Which sucked, Warrant Officers should not get to command multi-megatonne warships!

A hand dropped on her shoulder broke her from her thoughts and she stiffened in fear, drawing at tight breath as she caught sight of the armour at her side.

Then at the look she was being given. Please no…

"This one will do for my 'prize'," came the declaration and inside her something withered and died at the thought of what was to happen. Osiris chose to reward only a few and the results for the prize she had seen before.

Better dead then that.

Still, it would likely mean she would be alone with him at some point. She would have to kill him herself if she could and then ensure she didn't survive to compromise the mission. Even for the mission, her duty, she wouldn't accept what was to happen.

Good, they were alone now. She would have to make her move very soon.

"Warrant Officer Dukes, it is good to see you again."

He had a knife in a belt pouch, if she could just…

Wait…

What did he just say?

Osiris watched with a smirk as the Ha'tak rose, the rumble of its engines filling the air with its power as the ship left. It had its task, a task most fitting. The Federation had earned much of her wrath so far, the others, these 'Cardassians', 'Klingons' and 'Romulans' suffering relatively minor pinpricks in comparison. That was to end here and now.

They made themselves her enemies, they defied their God and for that they would be punished. Perhaps not as severely at this time as she would wish, but still, they would pay.

The Klingons largest shipyard was just the perfect place to start and three Ha'taks, two originals and one new should be more then enough force for the job.

If not, she would want to know why.

An explosion rocked the station, and Ewing glared at the monitor, cursing his uselessness at being trapped within the bowels of the station whilst around him, fighting broke out and filled the solar system. Fighting from without at first; the Breen ships and their various allies taking a heavy pounding from the system picket, the defences of the various stations and anything else that could be brought to bear.

And fighting from within, as apparently preplaced infiltration teams set to work with devastating surprise and efficiency. Efficiency that made him wonder far too much. Still, it would be for Starfleet Security and Intelligence to decide if they had been aided or not.

He should be out their, helping defend the Earth! Okay, it wasn't his Earth but it was still an Earth and for all their occasional arrogance and superciliousness, they were still friends. The fact that it would reduce Indefatigable's vulnerability to the intruders on the station was just a bonus.

Still…

The door rumbled open and Ewings hand darted towards the pistol on his desk, then he relaxed and smiled, recognising the security officer at the door.

But not the predatory look on his face.

His hand darted for the gun again, even as he desperately threw himself to one side; he tasted the ozone in the air at the very close miss even as he raised his own weapon.

The two fired simultaneously.

Two more shots were fired simultaneously, and Dukes held herself back, grimacing as she nervously fingered the zat in her hands.

The others, the ones from Starfleet Intelligence hadn't approved of the slight change in plans. They didn't trust that the few Jaffa she had gathered… or more honestly, had identified themselves to her were truly on their side.

They couldn't afford that trust and if she was to be honest, she didn't blame them for that, but the Jaffa warrior, actually Tec'on of the Free Jaffa, had known too many things. At the very least, she had certainly been on Alpha Prime for training the same time she had and that had to be good enough for her.

Let the agents of the Free Jaffa take the lead in the assault, the other Jaffa would hesitate, not realizing they were under attack and they may be all the edge they needed. It wasn't as if storming the bridge was her speciality anyway.

She was a naval officer, not a damned Seal!

She would have more then enough to do in a moment as it was, they had taken far too much time preparing for this, gathering their numbers together and in mere moments, the assault ordered by Osiris would begin.

At which point, they would risk being destroyed by their own allies and that would not be funny at all.