Siege.

I was once a dreamer, once I wanted to travel into space and meet other races and study cultures. I wanted to be an explorer and travel with the likes of Jean Luc Picard or Robert DeSoto. I wanted to land on planets, see different skies of various colours, chart nebulas and see new stars. Breath different air.

Instead I'm a soldier.

I hate weapons - phasers, disruptors, photon grenades, isomagnetic disintegrators; hate 'em a lot. Starfleet officers are trained in defence and weapons, but because the universe can and will be a dangerous place, and you've gotta be ready.

I point my rifle directly at a dominion soldier and I fire.

I dreamt I was on a planet last night, a planet where the sky was an avocado green with yellow for the sun, the light makes the leaves on the trees glow with pure light. Waterfalls of luxuriant turquoise, mightier and more beautiful than Niagara falls, dominants a full half of the valley, the grass is long, untamed, lush. Natural.

I wake again.

Where am I ? oh yeah, at war.

When will it end ?