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From: pharyn@indirect.com (Barry Brindisi)
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: A DS9 Story
Date: 26 Jun 1994 04:02:57 GMT
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NOTE: This my first attempt at writing a DS9 story for the alt.startrek
.creative newsgroup on the Internet. At the moment, the story is not entirely
finished; however I am interested in what everyone thinks of the premise of
the story, so far. My problem is that I am not entirely sure as how to
proceed from this point. I'd appreciate any and all constructive comments.
So, please feel free to e-mail me. BTW, this story was NOT intended as a
script; but simply a story for others to enjoy. Yes, I know the story would
be more enjoyable, if it were completed. :) If you want to e-mail me, I can
be reached at pharyn@indirect.com.
Barry Brindisi
pharyn@indirect.com
A DS9 STORY
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A small shadowy figure quietly searches for a place to spend the evening
aboard the space station. He desperately wanted someplace quiet and where no
one would bother him. Not that he cared, he has been alone for most of his
life. It was evening abard DS9, so many have gone home and a number of the
stores were closing. The restaurants and Quark's Place were defineately were
out of the question. There were still too many people there and that would
make hiding difficult for him. Instead, figure heads for one of the closed
stores. The first store that he tried was the tailor shop. Carefully
approaching the store, Sherat gingerly tries the front door and finds that it
opens easily.
"Either the owner is careless or will be returning shortly. I must be
inside quickly and hide." thought Sherat, to himself. Closing the door behind
him, quietly, Sherat scans the interior of the shop for a suitable hiding
place. Arrayed along the walls, Sherat sees a number of strange suits along
with many other expensive Bajoran clothings. Spotting the door to the back
room, Sherat quickly makes his way to the back room and a possible hiding
place. "At least, I'll be safe and alone for the night." mutters Sherat.
Exiting from the Replimat, Garak and Dr. Bashier are walking towards
Garak's store. "So Garak, what do you think of that book, I gave you?" asks
Julian.
It has been a couple of months, when Garak gave the Doctor, "The Never
Ending Sacrifice". Since then Julian had tried to come up with a title that
would both repay Garak for that book and perhaps teach him something about
Terran literary culture. During his research, he came across an interesting
epic poem written by someone called Homer. The poem was actually divided into
two large story. One had to do with a great war that has supposedly occurred
over a thousand Earth years ago. In the poem, Julian came across the exploits
of someone called Oddysieus. This general was reputed to be incredibly clever
and was supposedly responsible for the downfall of Troy. It seems that it had
something to do with a "wooden horse"? Nevertheless, Julian thought it was
certainly an interesting tale.
With a curious look at his young friend, Garak replies, "It was most
certainly a long story. While your Earth general certainly showed some
potential, I think that the Cardassian High Command could give your Oddyseus a
few pointers on military strategies."
"Oh, I'm sure they probably could." answers Julian, a bit sullenly.
"Well, if you like that part, I am quite sure that you'll love the SECOND
part" continues Julian.
A bit surprised at this bit of revelatiion, "A second part to that
story?" asks Garak. "Just how many parts did this writer of yours write?"
inquire Garak, with a slightly raised left eyebrow.
"Oh, it's just in two parts. It really isn't THAT long."answer Julian,
with a slightly innocent expression on his face.
"I see." answers Garak.
At this point, the pair arrive just outside of Garak's tailor shop.
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