Fate.

Cathy coughed in the gloom of the Maquis caverns as the Dominion troops bombed and massacred her friends and fellow Maquis, in the space of a few years she'd made friends with Many of them.

In the Maquis, they were all you had.

Cathy gripped the phaser to her chest so tightly it could crush her heart. How could this have happened ? How could it have happened so quickly, the fall of the Maquis ?

After spending so long fighting, Cathy decided to go down fighting, maybe some others would survive. She hoped so, all her family were dead. She had no one else to live for.

She winced as she heard the screams and cries, pleas of mercy from the survivors the Jem'Hadar were mowing down. Cathy felt a hot swoop of rage sweep through her, she would not die !

As she stood there, waiting for the right moment, she took the time to consider her options. She would most likely die if she fought them, but if she didn't do anything, she'd probably die anyway.

Either way, Cathy knew she'd die. She'd known that would and could be a possibility when she'd first become a freedom fighter in the first place.

Cathy stepped out into the open, her mind made up. Her last thoughts were on the Federation, how they were so full of themselves, how they looked down on their precious colonies, how those wrapped up in luxury were ignorant.

Cathy died in a minute.

The last survivor.