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Winter passed slowly. The days kept getting shorter and shorter as the nights grew longer and colder. Raging blizzards and storms occurred with little warning, despite the crew's best attempts at trying to predict the unruly weather patterns.
Most of the technology salvaged from the Defiant was either broken or low on power. People were forced to rely on open fires and hand clothes to keep them warm, the remains of the Starfleet uniforms having become little more than rags nearly eight months after the crash.
Jadzia Dax was sitting in a corner of the shelter's main room. The Trill was busy trying to knit a shirt out of the wool like fur the hunters had collected from the chattel. Three others, two men and a woman were helping Jadzia make clothes. The four of them were currently tasked with making and repairing clothes alongside three other teams. Jadzia had never knitted before, and neither had any of the previous hosts of the Dax symbiont, so the Trill was finding the task a bit harder than some of the others.
Sighing, Jadzia put down her knitting momentarily. She took a moment to calm herself as she redid her braid. Having regained her equilibrium, Jadzia was going to continue with her knitting when a cheer rang out through the main room. A smile slowly spread across Jadzia's face. There was only one reason anyone cheered during this cold and bleak winter. The hunters had returned and by the sound of it, Jadzia could tell the hunt had been successful.
A Klingon walked into the room, his wild, unruly hair covered in frost from the fierce storm raging outside. Ten others, all of them human, stood behind the Klingon in a similar state. Dressed in furs and armed with replicated bows, arrows, spears and knives, the small hunting party almost looked like they belonged to some prehistoric tribe instead of once being members of a twenty-fourth century starship crew.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and ran to greet the hunters. The hunters smiled and laughed as they were greeted by friends, comrades and lovers. Jadzia was at the front of the group as she greeted her Klingon lover Worf with a fierce kiss. Worf return the kiss with his Trill lover before the two quickly parted.
"I see the hunt was successful." observed Jadzia.
"Tracking prey in weather like this was no trouble for a Klingon warrior like me. The others did struggle a bit but with my training they managed to keep up with me." stated Worf.
Ever since the Defiant crashed, Worf had been teaching the rest of the crew basic Klingon fighting and survival tactics. While Starfleet trained all of its officers in combat and basic survival, Captain Benjamin Sisko had ordered everyone to learn Klingon survival methods from Worf as a backup plan. Everyone had to learn as many skills as they could if they wanted to survive in this strange new world, whether they liked it or not.
"That's great Worf. Maybe next time I could join you." offered Jadzia.
"It would give me no greater pleasure than to have you by my side during the next hunt." replied Worf.
"I'll talk to Sisko and see if he can get me assigned to the next hunting party. I could really use it. Being stuck in this place is starting to drive me crazy." stated Jadzia.
Worf placed a hand on Jadzia's shoulder. Jadzia looked at the usually serious face of her Klingon lover; slightly soften in concern for her.
"Jadzia, there is something I have been meaning to ask you. We are going to be stuck here the rest of our lives and I would not want to spend that life with anyone else but you. Jadzia Dax, will you marry me?" proposed Worf.
Jadzia could not hide the excitement on her face. True she and Worf had only been together for a few months, and she would have waited longer if they were back on DS9, but they weren't on DS9. They were on an uncharted planet in the Gamma Quadrant over two hundred years in the past. What could or would have been done back at the station didn't matter anymore, so Jadzia accepted Worf's proposal.
"Yes, Worf, yes. I will marry you." accepted Jadzia.
Cheers rang throughout the hall for the happy couple, but Jadzia paid them no mind. All of her focus was on her lover…no her fiancé. Jadzia smiled as she and Worf sat down to get something to eat, images of the future they would have together dancing through the Trill's head.
Sorry if this chapter seems a bit sloppy. I wanted to get a bit more in-depth about Worf and Jadzia's relationship. Tell me if either of them seemed OOC. I'll try to make the next chapter a bit more exciting. Comment if you like the story.