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From: William.Gracie@closer.brisnet.org.au (William Gracie)
Date: 09 Jan 95 11:45:42
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: DS9 story (shadow arc) Doorway (pt 3)
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DOORWAY (part III)
by
Raymond N. Cooper
Meanwhile, Kira was leading Bashir through the littered sections of
the Promenade. Bashir was staring at Kira's back, and something clicked.
"You look just like Kira... but I've got Kira on my shoulder," he
said finally.
"I'm... her twin sister," the Bajoran muttered back at him.
"Oh." That was one mystery solved.
A Borg stepped out of a door. "Halt," it said, raising some kind of
gun arm. Kira raised the phaser she'd taken off Bashir, and blasted it
down. She quickly changed the frequency to 556.9 megahertz.
"That's been used already, they'll have adapted to it," Bashir said
over her shoulder. Kira changed the frequency, until Bashir was happy
with it.
They reached the Infirmary without further interuption. Bashir dumped
'Kira' down on a bed, while Kira waited just inside the door. When she
turned around, she saw the girl standing next to the bed.
"They'll get out, the girl said quietly. Your future has been
assured, but the people who brought you here have what they were after.
I think you'll go back now."
"I don't want to go back yet! I've been dragged here, forced to take
part in events that haven't happened yet, and now I want to see how it all
ends.
"I'm staying."
"You won't have a choice," the girl grumbled.
Bashir hooked up some piece of medical apparatus that Kira had never
seen before. He attached electrodes to 'Kira's' head, then slid in a data
disk. The machine hummed while Bashir apologised.
"I'm sorry, but your twin may die. This machine had only just been
developed when the Borg attacked. It hadn't been tested in the field - in
fact, it was brought up from Bajor the day before the Borg arrived for
testing."
"What does it do?" Kira asked, understanding correctly that the implied
connection to Bajor was the fact that it had been designed there.
"It rebuilds the body from DNA and RNA disks. It virtually recreates
a new body, and regenerates the mind. Sort of like a computer undeleting
files, that sort of thing. The body could be compared to... a new version
of software, or perhaps a new version of a weapon?"
The machine stopped its work. "She'll need time to recover, I'm
afraid. The device can't induce consciousness." Bashir checked all the
connections, busying himself in the machine, while Kira paced the room,
knowing that at any moment - if the girl was right - she could disappear
from this world.
'Kira' moaned on the bed, and turned her head.
"Consciousness is returning! She's coming out of it!"
"Does this mean she'll be alright?" Kira asked, mystified.
Bashir nodded so hard, Kira thought his head might fall off if he wasn't
careful. "She'll recover bit by bit. Then you'll be able to talk to her."
Kira kissed Bashir, happy that this version of herself would live.
Then she immediately regretted it. "Don't worry, I'll have your sister up
and about in no time," he mumbled, blushing. He still had his innocence,
Kira reflected, or what passed for it.
Then, the world began to disappear. Slowly at first, then with ever
increasing speed, the world turned blue. When the blue faded, Kira found
herself in the Infirmary. Bashir leant over her. "Don't worry," he
said softly, "You've only had a slight accident. The turbolift
disappeared. When it turned up back here, you were unconscious."
"The girl," Kira murmured softly, "what happened to the girl?"
"There was no girl in the lift with you." A frown troubled the young
doctor's face. She had been muttering about a girl even while unconscious.
She must have dreamed of something that made an impression on the Major.
Sisko entered the room. "I want you to tell me all about it," he
said in a low voice. He sat, listening, waiting for Kira to feel up to it
enough to talk.
"I think I communed with a Prophet..."
Sisko's eyebrows shot up.
"I got out of bed this morning, and..." Kira recounted the story.
Sisko heard about the girl, about the Borg, about Bashir and 'Kira'. He
heard about Sisko's death, and about the Cardassian/Federation alliance.
She told Sisko everything. It was a kind of release.
******
On a planet far from Bajor, entities sat around a table. They were
almost transparent, wore long robes, and had hard faces.
<<One is interfering>> one spoke.
<It is of no consequence> another replied. <She can not halt the
ascention>
-Can you be certain?-
<Yes. They hold to non-intervention>
*We will not have trouble. Begin with the next subject*
Julian Bashir's face came up on a screen...
******
On the otherworld Deep Space Nine station, the Borg were being forced
back. But she didn't care. For a non-corporeal being, seeing corporeal
death was bad enough, but not being able to assist Quark to avoid his
death... that hurt. Bad.
She sat on the bar, looking down on the dead. Morn's sightless eyes
stared up at her, accusing her of non-intervention. A single tear rolled
down her cheek.
There was one corner she had to force herself to look in. Quark lay
there, a tray of smashed drinks near his outstretched arm, latinum pieces
scattered around him. He died with a smile on his face. He died rich,
all any Ferengi could hope for...
Wiping her eyes, the girl got up. Somewhere, in her world, the Borg
were killing innocents. She had to get back, but first...
But first there were some descendants of hers that needed teaching a
lesson. "Sasha Wren," she muttered, "This time, you're going to do
something. No more friends of yours are going to die."
With a flash of light, she disappeared.
And the smile on Quark's face seemed all the more sinister.
Not the End...
This story begins off a series of short stories that ends up in one.
The stories include all the major characters on DS9, and is set somewhere
around the begining of season three. I haven't seen any yet, and I'm
just going on what I can find on the Net, and what a friend tells me.
The next story doesn't have a title as yet, but it's about Bashir.
They are all listed here...
(1) Doorway
(2) The Twin Dilemma
(3) Of Two Minds...
(4) Repeat Performance
(5) Shadow Defense
(6) Dark Side Of The Force
(7) In The Hands Of The Profits
and the eighth story,
Once More Unto The Breach.
The characters are based loosely on their television counterparts, but
Sasha Wren is from my own continuity, where the Federation lost the battle
of Wolf 359, and I hope to post some of that story, too.
Please note that, while some of the characters may be copyrighted to
Paramount, Sasha Wren and the events portrayed in this story are
copyrighted (c) to Raymond N. Cooper. This story may be sent around
the world or even to the Gamma Quadrant for all I care, as long as it is
not copied without my name, address, and copyright stuff.
If you would like to write to me (and I can't see why),
my address is: R. N. Cooper
17 Belton Court
BEERWAH QLD 4519
Australia
(You know, that country nearly the size of the USA?)
Bye for now!