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After months of endless cold and raging storms, spring had finally returned. The Defiant crew was busy getting ready for their second spring. Fields were already being plowed and planted. The engineering team, led by Miles O'Brien, were out fixing the main part of the aqueduct system that brought running water to the crew's shelter. Several other engineers and volunteers were busy patching up the shelter walls and roof, damage brought on by the last raging storm of winter.
Julian Bashir, former Chief Medical Officer for the Defiant, ignored the engineers as they hammered away at repairing the damaged ceiling above him. The good doctor was grateful that the area of the shelter that had so far been used as a medical bay would soon have a stable roof, but that didn't mean he had to like hearing the repairs as they were done. Seeing that he would get no work done in the medical bay, Bashir decided to go to the main hall of the shelter to try and clear his head.
As soon as Bashir entered the main hall, he saw one Jadzia Dax sitting at a table working on something. Jadzia was dressed in a well worn shirt and pants made from chattel wool. Practically everyone had switched over to wearing handmade clothes and shoes since the end of winter. Most of their Starfleet uniforms had been too tattered to salvage, giving the Defiant crew little choice but to adopt a new wardrobe.
Bashir sat himself down beside Jadzia. The Trill looked up from her work momentarily, giving Bashir a kind smile when she saw who had sat down beside her. Bashir returned the smile, dark eyes focusing on the device Jadzia held in her hand.
"What's that you're working on Jadzia?" curiously asked Bashir.
"I'm working on an educational program. Sooner or later everyone's going to be having kids and we're going to have to teach them. Sisko gave me permission to use whatever was left over from the Defiant to write my code. I can show you what I have done so far. It's still in the early stages but as soon as O'Brien and the other engineers have that wind turbine up and running and we have electricity, I plan on installing that monitor we salvaged from the Defiant to give educational lectures once I have the code finished." explained Jadzia.
Jadzia handed the device she had been working on over to Bashir. Bashir's eyes grew as wide as saucers when he stared at the device Jadzia gave him. There on the screen was a short, orange humanoid figure with a bulbous forehead, beady eyes, snarled teeth and ginormous ears. The orange alien was raddling off basic math equations, but Bashir wasn't paying any attention to that. All he could focus on was why Jadzia chose to use that particular person as the face for her educational program.
"Why in the world would you use Quark as the teacher for your educational program? And how did you even get his image?" wondered Bashir.
Jadzia smiled as she took back the device from the exasperated doctor.
"I got the images of Quark from the security cameras of the Defiant. As for why I chose to make Quark the face of my educational program, I was imputing a few basic math equations when it just seemed to hit me. Quark has always been good with numbers. Besides, I always thought he would make a great math teacher." answered Jadzia.
Bashir tried to imagine the selfish, bad tempered bar owner trying to teach a math class to a room full of hyperactive young children. The thought made the good doctor shutter. Bashir still thought Jadzia was crazy for using Quark's image for her educational program, but if she did keep it hopefully the Trill would tone down some of Quark's less savory personality traits. He didn't want to think what would happen if Jadzia didn't modify Quark's personality for her educational program and it ended up scaring the kids she had designed it for to teach.
All Bashir and Jadzia's musings were cut short when a woman with long dark hair ran into the room. Bashir looked at the woman and instantly recognised her as Angie Kirby, one of people he had been training to become a medic. Angie was panting, sharp gasps passing her lips as she tried to catch her breath.
"Angie, what's going on? What happened?" asked Bashir.
"Kira…Kira's in…trouble. I…I t-tried to help, b-but there was no equipment. She needs you, Julian. Hurry." panted Angie.
Bashir was on his feet in an instant. The doctor ran to the makeshift sickbay and grabbed everything he could find. Angie hadn't stated the extent of Kira's injuries, and in hindsight he probably should have waited to hear what Kira's condition was before he ran off to get his supplies, but at the moment Bashir didn't care. His only concern was getting to his friend before it was too late.
Having gathered everything he thought he would need, Bashir followed Angie to the injured Kira. Jadzia followed after the doctor and his assistant. There was no way Jadzia was staying behind when one of her friends was injured. So the three ran to help the injured Bajoran, hoping for the best, and bracing themselves for the worst.
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