Night of the Wolves.
by S. D. Perry & Britta Dennison.
Prologue.
The Bajoran vessel fled into the Denorios Belt, chasing salvation it would never find.
Malyn Ocett fought the involuntary curling of her lips as the tiny ship tried to evade her; there was opportunity here, but also peril. As a newly minted dalin a.s.signed to captain the Carda.s.sian scoutship Kevalu Kevalu on her first patrol of the B"hava"el system, this was exactly the chance she needed to prove herself worthy of the command that had been only grudgingly entrusted to her. But failure to stop the errant Bajoran craft would validate those who had opposed her a.s.signment-and Ocett knew she had no shortage of detractors in the military-effectively ending her career before it could even begin. on her first patrol of the B"hava"el system, this was exactly the chance she needed to prove herself worthy of the command that had been only grudgingly entrusted to her. But failure to stop the errant Bajoran craft would validate those who had opposed her a.s.signment-and Ocett knew she had no shortage of detractors in the military-effectively ending her career before it could even begin.
And that I will not allow.
"Close the distance, helm," she said aloud. "Communications, open a channel."
"Target is receiving us, Dalin."
"Bajoran vessel. This is the Union scoutship Kevalu Kevalu. You are in breach of travel restrictions. I give you opportunity to turn back and surrender to Carda.s.sian authority or I will be forced to take action."
Silence answered her.
"They"re increasing speed," her pilot said.
"Stay with them." The Kevalu Kevalu vibrated as it pierced the Denorios Belt, a tempestuous ring of charged plasma that encircled Bajor"s star between the orbits of the seventh and eighth planets. Normally avoided by s.p.a.cecraft as a navigation hazard, the Belt had in recent years become the obvious first destination for Bajorans foolish enough to attempt illicit travel out of their home system. vibrated as it pierced the Denorios Belt, a tempestuous ring of charged plasma that encircled Bajor"s star between the orbits of the seventh and eighth planets. Normally avoided by s.p.a.cecraft as a navigation hazard, the Belt had in recent years become the obvious first destination for Bajorans foolish enough to attempt illicit travel out of their home system.
"Bajoran vessel. This insolence will not be tolerated. Power down immediately or I will open fire."
The alarming rise in terrorism since the start of the annexation had forced the enactment of strict regulations over s.p.a.ce travel, which in the B"hava"el system was generally limited to Carda.s.sian vessels and occasional trade ships from other worlds. Bajorans, by contrast, were forbidden to leave their planet without express authorization, and only under the most controlled conditions. But they were a surprisingly crafty and devious people, Ocett had quickly learned, capable and even determined to find gaps in the Carda.s.sian security web through which they could slip. Under different circ.u.mstances, a ship caught in such an act would be destroyed immediately, but patrols were under strict orders to take prisoners whenever feasible; it was believed by some in Central Command that the capture and interrogation of terrorists would allow the Carda.s.sians to obtain intelligence they could use to break the insurgency.
Still no answer from the Bajoran ship. The gil manning sensors reported that the vessel was preparing to go to warp.
Ocett tended to believe the Bajorans were nowhere near as organized as Central Command seemed to think. The randomness and utter lack of sophistication exhibited by the insurgents spoke to scattered and unaffiliated groups, not a network. But orders were orders.
"Tactical, power up disruptors and target their stardrive," she said. "Send them a warning shot-I want them disabled, not destroyed."
"Target acquired. Firing disruptors."
Ocett watched in satisfaction as light blossomed on the engine case of the oblong vessel"s aft hull. "Direct hit," the tac officer reported unnecessarily. "Bajoran"s stardrive is off line. However-"
The Kevalu Kevalu shook against the impact of a particle beam. At first, Ocett wasn"t sure whether to be angry or amused, but the tac officer"s next frantic report put any notions of laughter out of her mind. shook against the impact of a particle beam. At first, Ocett wasn"t sure whether to be angry or amused, but the tac officer"s next frantic report put any notions of laughter out of her mind.
"Forward shields down! Emitters have overloaded! They"re recharging weapons!"
Ocett"s eyes widened as she leapt to her feet. "Fire at will! Helm, hard about!"
Letting fly with another salvo from its disruptors, the Kevalu Kevalu pivoted to port, turning its exposed bow away from its quarry. Explosions ripped open the Bajoran vessel"s hull and the ship broke in half, sending debris luminescing through the plasma field. pivoted to port, turning its exposed bow away from its quarry. Explosions ripped open the Bajoran vessel"s hull and the ship broke in half, sending debris luminescing through the plasma field.
Ocett let out a breath. She was a little rattled; the confrontation had not gone at all as she"d expected. The Bajoran ship had been underpowered and should have been no match for the Kevalu Kevalu.
She whirled angrily upon the tac officer. "What happened, Glinn?"
The young man swallowed. "It was the Denorios Belt, Dalin. Our shields were already taxed protecting us from the plasma field. Taking a direct hit on top of that overloaded the forward emitters. Perhaps if we had not-"
"This is a Union vessel!" Ocett snapped, cutting off whatever impertinent suggestion the glinn was about to make. "More than that, it is a Union vessel under my my command, and I will tolerate no incompetence from its crew. You and the chief of engineering will begin work immediately to upgrade our shield emitters so that this unacceptable system failure never happens again. Do you understand me, Glinn?" command, and I will tolerate no incompetence from its crew. You and the chief of engineering will begin work immediately to upgrade our shield emitters so that this unacceptable system failure never happens again. Do you understand me, Glinn?"
"Y-yes, Dalin," the tac officer stammered. "Permission to leave the bridge?"
"Get out of my sight."
Ocett waited until the glinn had departed, then discreetly exhaled again. "Helm," she said as she retook her seat. "Take us out of the plasma field and resume original heading."
The Kevalu Kevalu bucked gently as it maneuvered through the Denorios Belt, and Ocett considered how narrowly she had escaped humiliation. Her failure to capture the Bajorans was galling, but at least their vessel had been stopped, and damage to the bucked gently as it maneuvered through the Denorios Belt, and Ocett considered how narrowly she had escaped humiliation. Her failure to capture the Bajorans was galling, but at least their vessel had been stopped, and damage to the Kevalu Kevalu itself was minimal. Still, she was acutely cognizant of the fact that any misstep in her early years as a shipmaster was potentially one from which she would never recover. itself was minimal. Still, she was acutely cognizant of the fact that any misstep in her early years as a shipmaster was potentially one from which she would never recover.
It was an unusual choice for a woman to join the military; few ever did so, tending to pursue more traditional careers in the judiciary or the sciences. Most personnel in those professions could remain close to home, be with their families. But since Ocett was unable to have children, it was unlikely that she would ever find a permanent mate. Family was the highest ideal in Carda.s.sian society, and a woman who could not bear children was considered undesirable. Ocett knew that many women in her position would have been bitter, considering themselves condemned to a life of solitude. But Ocett had perceived her situation as an opportunity for a career that would otherwise be closed to her. She had the freedom to travel as far away and as often as the military required, and she had no familial obligations to keep her from dangerous duty. But she was still a rarity. It spite of her recent promotion, none of her crew seemed able to forget it-a situation that required constant reminders, in no uncertain terms, of her absolute authority aboard the Kevalu Kevalu.
It was with that thought that the gil at sensors, a male named Veda, spoke up. "Dalin, I"m picking up something unusual on midrange scanners."
"Less preamble, Gil."
"Yes, Dalin. It"s an object in the plasma fields, about the size of a cargo container. Refined metal, and a faint power signature."
"Something from the Bajoran ship?"
"Negative. It"s too far from the debris field, and the metallurgy is inconsistent with anything produced by Bajorans or Carda.s.sians."
Ocett rose and went to the sensor station to see the readings for herself. What she saw gave her pause. Veda had definitely understated the matter: the ship"s database seemed not to know what to make of the object, as apparently nothing like it had ever been recorded by a Carda.s.sian vessel. And there was something else.
"This reading here," she said, indicating a specific segment of the datastream, "what is it?"
The gil frowned, apparently seeing it for the first time. "I"m not sure."
Ocett sighed. "Enhance your scan and report," she ordered. Men. No head for the sciences. It"s a defect of the s.e.x-not inquisitive enough. Men. No head for the sciences. It"s a defect of the s.e.x-not inquisitive enough.
While she waited for Veda"s report, she considered her options. All things being equal, she would prefer not to have to interrupt her patrol to investigate an anomalous object, particularly one within the proven hazards of the Denorios Belt. But of course all things were not equal. Since the ship"s automated logs would show that something had tripped the midrange sensors during its patrol, it would be inadvisable to ignore the object. She could file a report of the discovery, but since she wholly expected her superiors to pay significantly more attention to her reports than to any of the men"s, she knew that if she overlooked a single thing, it would invite questions regarding her prudence. Her last option would be to beam the object aboard and conduct a proper a.n.a.lysis. She would almost certainly be accused of being overly zealous if she were to do that, but she felt it was favorable to the alternative-carelessness earned rebuke, especially for a female.
Veda made a puzzled sound. "Well?" Ocett said expectantly.
"Perhaps you should look at this yourself, Dalin."
Ocett"s eyes narrowed as she leaned in. She arched an eyeridge. "There"s a small fluid ma.s.s suspended in the center of the object," she said aloud, failing to disguise the surprise in her voice.
That caught the pilot"s attention. "Some kind of weapon, then," he volunteered. "A volatile compound, or a biogenic device."
"No, I don"t think so," Ocett said. "It"s not exhibiting the properties normally a.s.sociated with such materials. It"s almost as if..." She looked up at the pilot. "Helm, take us within transport range of the object, speed one-quarter impulse."
"Dalin-?" the pilot began, but then reconsidered whatever he was about to say against Ocett"s withering glare. "Acknowledged. One-quarter impulse."
Ocett pressed her comcuff and alerted the engineer in transport. "Gil Kretech, this is Dalin Ocett. Sensors have registered a small object of unknown composition. As soon as we"re within range, you"re to beam this object directly to the decon chamber so that it can be scanned and logged into the ship"s database."
Her request was met with a brief pause. "Dalin, if I may say so, our mission is not one of exploration. We are not a science vessel. I recognize that curiosity is a uniquely feminine trait, but-" "Dalin, if I may say so, our mission is not one of exploration. We are not a science vessel. I recognize that curiosity is a uniquely feminine trait, but-"
Ocett cut him off swiftly. Males never had to tolerate such impudence. "I would advise you to forget my s.e.x and carry out my orders, Gil," she snapped.
His answer held the appropriate measure of meekness. "I will report back to you as soon as transport is complete, Dalin." "I will report back to you as soon as transport is complete, Dalin."
"See that you do. Bridge out."
Twenty metrics later, Ocett and Veda stood before the decontamination lab"s observation window while the gil deftly manipulated the remote instruments that were separating the object into its const.i.tuent parts: an unadorned, roughly cylindrical capsule that turned out to be a stasis apparatus of some kind, and a small spherical module. But while the alien technology was of considerable interest, it was the contents of the sphere to which Veda directed Ocett"s attention.
"There"s nothing like it in the database, just like the container," Veda said as he studied the results of his new scans, which were flashing before them on the window as he worked. "But there"s no question that your suspicion about the reading was correct, Dalin. The liquid is organic."
"Organic," Ocett repeated. She looked to the transparent sphere and considered its contents-a small quant.i.ty of amber hued liquid with the consistency of dark kanar, kanar, shimmering subtly in the artificial lights. She could not tear her eyes away for a moment, trying to determine-did she just see a ripple? A slight movement? Or was it only the effect of the containment field? "Is it-?" shimmering subtly in the artificial lights. She could not tear her eyes away for a moment, trying to determine-did she just see a ripple? A slight movement? Or was it only the effect of the containment field? "Is it-?"
"It"s inconclusive. But some of the scans suggest that this substance could be-or maybe could have once been-some kind of life-form."
Ocett was pleased, for it seemed that she"d chosen wisely. Evidently they"d come across something of interest, after all. No one would complain if it proved valuable.
"Continue your a.n.a.lysis," she said, her tone cool. "We"ll turn the substance and your findings over to the science team stationed on Bajor after we return to base."
"Yes, Dalin."
Smiling to herself as she made her way back to the bridge, Ocett was gratified to finally hear a touch of genuine respect in the gil"s quick reply.
OCCUPATION YEAR NINETEEN.
2346 (Terran Calendar)
1.
They stood at the apex of the Janitza mountain range in the northernmost sector of the continent, the humid, cold air heavy with the scents of pine and nyawood trees. ThirdTier Gil Corat Damar turned to take in the verdant abundance all around, then turned again, his expression a mix of hunger and awe. The new prefect of Bajor stood behind the junior officer, watching, remembering the first time he"d seen Bajor for himself. He"d been a much younger man then, blinking around himself in wonder.
From their vantage point, the valleys far below were patched over with ovals of colorful farmland, fading into wild tangles of jungle and jagged forests. The shadows of moving clouds cast a traveling pallor along the hilly meadows, disappearing where the densely woven carpet of trees appeared almost black.
Dukat could plainly see Damar"s thoughts as he took in the scenery; in his most lavish dreams, Damar could not have imagined a world like this. It was so far a cry from the cracked and sandy plains of their homeworld, with its hot, erose mountains of obsidian jutting from the barren land. Carda.s.sian soil was good for little more than harvesting rocks, or fashioning into clay for making brittle pots. To see this bold ill.u.s.tration of color, of green and blue and rich red dirt, was quite literally breathtaking.
"So-tell me what you think of Bajor," Dukat said.
Damar hesitated, unable to look away from the lush panorama. Dukat was pleased with the hesitation, a sign of careful consideration, perhaps a weighing of words to find those that would most impress the gil"s commander. Dukat had taken a special interest in Damar, was grooming him to be his own personal a.s.sistant, and knew that Damar understood the honor of being so singled out. In truth, pickings had been lean; today"s Carda.s.sian soldier, while certainly still the best trained in the quadrant, left something to be desired in an intellectual capacity. Corat Damar, fresh from officer training, stood out because he thought further ahead than his next meal, his next kanar, kanar, his next s.e.xual conquest. Dukat enjoyed seeing a sharp mind at work, and, in truth, there was no satisfaction in being admired by a fool. He wanted his personal aides smart enough to appreciate his maneuverings. his next s.e.xual conquest. Dukat enjoyed seeing a sharp mind at work, and, in truth, there was no satisfaction in being admired by a fool. He wanted his personal aides smart enough to appreciate his maneuverings.
And they do do deserve appreciation, deserve appreciation, Dukat thought, smiling. Dukat thought, smiling. I"m here, aren"t I? I"m here, aren"t I?
"How can these people..." Damar began, then shook his head.
Dukat understood. "It seems hard to imagine that the Bajorans could have just squandered all this natural wealth for so long a time."
"I...suppose they were content with their lot in life as it was, and perhaps they-"
Dukat chuckled. "I believe the word you mean to use is complacent, complacent, Gil Damar." He gestured with an open hand. "The Bajorans have only the most rudimentary understanding of what you and I would call progress. The abundance of their world has made them lazy and superst.i.tious. They can scarcely grasp scientific explanations for natural phenomena, preferring to give credit to their "prophets" for anything they don"t understand." Gil Damar." He gestured with an open hand. "The Bajorans have only the most rudimentary understanding of what you and I would call progress. The abundance of their world has made them lazy and superst.i.tious. They can scarcely grasp scientific explanations for natural phenomena, preferring to give credit to their "prophets" for anything they don"t understand."
Damar was silent. He"d know nothing of Bajoran religion, of course, a low officer from the homeworld, but he"d learn. Most of the ground troops and station guards never bothered, but if he was as bright as Dukat believed, he"d pick it up.
"Of course, as prefect, I do not intend to disrespect their beliefs," Dukat said. "As backward as their religion may seem, I believe it is in the Union"s best interests to allow the Bajorans to continue to worship as they did before the annexation. Some of my predecessors didn"t share my view, but I feel that certain concessions must be made to the Bajorans if we are to successfully mold them into dutiful Carda.s.sian subjects. As it is, they have no appreciation for us, because they fail to see all the good we"ve done for them. They choose to focus only on the inevitable episodes of petty discord that come with any cultural modification. They"re like children, clinging to outmoded comforts, afraid to move forward. I intend to change that."
Damar"s expression was appropriately deferential. "You"re going to revolutionize relations with the Bajorans, sir."
Dukat smiled paternally and placed a hand on Damar"s shoulder before a brief, high-pitched tone sounded. Comm from the bridge.
Dukat pressed his comcuff. "What is it?"
"We"re approaching the station, sir."
"I"ll be right there. Computer, end this program."
The panoramic views that surrounded them skittered and vanished, revealing a dark chamber outfitted on all sides with imaging diodes. Dukat enjoyed watching Damar struggle to maintain an expression of indifference to the abrupt change. Holodeck privileges were usually reserved for upper-echelon officers.
"Shall we?" Dukat asked, gesturing toward the door, and the young man fell in at his side. Together, they walked toward the central main corridor of the Galor Galor-cla.s.s vessel. Soldiers stopped to salute as the two men headed for the bridge, the gul nodding pleasantly in turn. Each and every one of them would be under his direct command.
Returned, in triumph, he thought, holding his head ever higher. This was a great day for him. He had been partly responsible for securing Bajor"s allegiance to the Union, but politics had kept him from his rightful place as overseer to the annexation. His "punishment" for alleged missteps, a protracted stint as warden of the Letau prison facility, had turned out to be a prime opportunity; it had given him a chance to display his ac.u.men as a leader, while removing him from the treacherous power struggles taking place in Central Command. He"d had time to cultivate alliances, to subtly discredit his detractors, to work his way to a position that would allow for this exultant return. Now he was prefect of Bajor; he was back to command the fortress station that rose in the Bajoran sky each night, to make his name synonymous with Carda.s.sian superiority. He was where he belonged. he thought, holding his head ever higher. This was a great day for him. He had been partly responsible for securing Bajor"s allegiance to the Union, but politics had kept him from his rightful place as overseer to the annexation. His "punishment" for alleged missteps, a protracted stint as warden of the Letau prison facility, had turned out to be a prime opportunity; it had given him a chance to display his ac.u.men as a leader, while removing him from the treacherous power struggles taking place in Central Command. He"d had time to cultivate alliances, to subtly discredit his detractors, to work his way to a position that would allow for this exultant return. Now he was prefect of Bajor; he was back to command the fortress station that rose in the Bajoran sky each night, to make his name synonymous with Carda.s.sian superiority. He was where he belonged.
"Sir, I...Thank you, sir, for the opportunity," Damar said as they neared the bridge. "For the simulation."
Dukat smiled. "It"s a small thing, to be sure, but I suppose when I was a third-tier gil-of course, we didn"t have anything like current holosuite technology in those days."
Damar nodded. "Perhaps when I"m able to take some leave, I"ll be able to go to the surface and see the real thing."
"You may be able to do that, Gil Damar, although I would advise you not to underestimate the responsibilities of military personnel on the station. And-if I"m not mistaken-your betrothed will be on the surface, will she not?"
Damar"s face flushed. His affianced was with the Information Service, if Dukat recalled correctly. Vela, Veja, something like that.
"Yes, sir. She"s at the Tozhat settlement."
"Well, then. I imagine your time on the surface will probably not be spent climbing mountains."
Damar grinned foolishly. They stopped outside the bridge, the gil obviously hesitant to a.s.sume an invitation, and Dukat gestured for him to step ahead, feeling generous.