Unbelievable
by Starsinger
Alright, let's see if this story can continue to write itself. They find out that the "President" wasn't actually Klingon. Don't own any of it.
McCoy looked at the Klingon Ambassador, who looked at him back. Tests, visual and otherwise confirmed that this man was not Klingon. Heavy ridges did mark his forehead, but also they ran down his shoulders. McCoy looked at his colleague, baffled, "What is he?"
Unfortunately, Degark could only shrug his shoulders. He wasn't entirely sure either. Archer and Spock looked just as confused as the rest of them. "I think," Admiral Archer said slowly, it's time we talked to Ambassador Spock."
Ambassador Spock was fortunately on Earth. The briefing occurred in Jim's room. When the picture of what the assassin actually looked like flashed up on the screen, the elderly Vulcan actually took a step back. Sarek looked at him, it was obvious he knew the species. "That is a space faring and highly aggressive species the Federation won't encounter for about another sixty years. At least they wouldn't in my time. They're Cardassians. They pretty much make both Romulans and Klingons look like pussy cats," he nodded in apology to Degark who began to huff at this description.
"Why would they want me dead?" Kirk asked.
"I'm not sure, Jim. By the time of First Contact with them, you were already dead." Spock sighed as he pulled up a star chart, there, on the edge of Klingon space, he mapped out a region of space. "The Cardassian Homeworld is in this star system. I obviously don't have any qualms giving you this information given they know where to find you. There is a small, world just outside of their space, Bajor, that contains a relatively peaceful, currently low-tech, and extremely spiritual species that will be conquered by them. This will turn this previously isolated society into a species hell bent on freedom. It will cost the Cardassians dearly."
"How low-tech?" Archer asked.
"Contacting them would not break the Prime Directive as they have already achieved Warp capabilities," Spock wasn't telling them everything. The stable worm-hole in that area of space would be discovered soon enough. Sisko wouldn't be born for another eighty years, this story could wait, he hoped anyway. Strange how the Bajoran emissary turned out to be quite human. No one had heard from him since the end of the war.
"What do the Bajorans look like?" Kirk asked.
Spock found himself pulling up Kirk's face and putting the characteristic nose ridges on it, then sticking an earring on his ear. "That's it?" Archer asked.
"Externally, yes, physiologically, they are somewhat different from Terran Humans. Gestational periods are about four months shorter, heart and liver positioning again. They were staunch allies, most of the time, where I come from." Spock touched the screen back to the solar system. "They have a mining operation on one of the outer planets, the sixth planet, a gas giant, has a solid source of tri…dilithium crystals. I suggest, if you were to make contact, you start there."
Archer looked at Kirk, Kirk's left knee had developed a nervous twitch under the sheet. "You're not going anywhere," he told the young man. "Your body and your Doctor won't let you," he laid an understanding hand on Kirk's shoulder. Jim sighed, and looked up at the Admiral, helpless to do anything but nod his head in agreement. He was still falling asleep in the middle of conversations, it amazed them that he had lasted this long. "We'll keep you updated, Jim."
"I may have to tie him down to keep him in bed," McCoy muttered as they left the room. Archer managed to close the door before they started laughing.
"So, who do we send to Bajor?" Archer asked.
Sarek pursed his lips, "I'll go, Spock can be my 'aide'," he said, indicating his son. Spock agreed, this would be the easiest way to start gathering intelligence."
"We'll have the USS Gagarin pick you up in a few hours, then. She's a small science vessel, shouldn't look too threatening. She'll give you the excuse to be out that far. Degark, please keep your ships from attacking her. She's better at running away than defending herself."
"On one condition, Admiral, you keep us informed as well," Degark snarled. Klingons were good at that.
"Agreed. Doctor, you know what your job is, and you'll like the fact that it keeps your feet firmly planted on Earth." McCoy's agreement was maybe a tad too enthusiastic. "Good luck, everyone. I have a bad feeling that Kirk's life isn't the only one at stake here."