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From: hengor@scorch.hna.com.au (Henry Gordon Chatroop)
Subject: DS9 STORY "The Hunted" Part 4
Message-ID: <1995Jan13.064057.19953@scorch.hna.com.au>
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Date: Fri, 13 Jan 1995 06:40:57 GMT
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The Hunted
Part Four
Julian Bashir woke in darkness, to the sound of crying
near by. He felt a dead weight on his shoulder and reached up
to find the FBOLA's rapidly cooling corpse. Tears for the loss
of the faithful creature welled up in his eyes as he slowly sat
up and started untangling it from its perch. A deep sigh escaped
as he set it aside. He'd grown to love the little Fuzz ball for
all it's faults.
Wrapped up in his grief, it took some time to sink into
Bashir's head that the sound of crying was coming not from him,
but from another point in the darkness. As it sunk in, he
remembered how the FBOLA had died, who'd been in the room at
the time. A wave of cold fury swept over him, crested and
broke, to be replaced with pity. Alis was bawling her eyes out,
sounding lost, frightened and alone. Just as he had so many
years ago. No one had offered him comfort then, when he needed
it most. He could not ignore it.
Cautiously he moved across the room, trying to recall
where everything had been at the time the lights had gone out.
He got by the table and cleared the obstacle course of
furnishings without incident. Slowly he shuffled his feet
around before taking a step and then his foot connected with
something soft - Alis.
In the next moment he let out a scream of pain as Alis'
claws ripped through his trousers and the flesh of his leg. He
jumped back loosing his balance to fall back, praying that he
didn't hit anything on the way down.
His prayers were in vain. The back of his skull connected
with the edge of one of Alis' occasional tables, he saw stars
then a darkness deeper than the one he'd been in before descended.
END OF "THE HUNTED" - PART FOUR
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Short and sweet, hhhmmmm?
Part Five should be coming soon to a newsgroup near you.
Be advised that to understand revelations in the "The Hunted" Part IV
you should read the parallel story "Stolen Memories" Parts One and Two,
which runs concurrently with "The Hunted".
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Standard disclaimers apply.
Characters copyrighted by Paramount.
Alis, FBOLA and Felistians are copyrighted to Mission Ops Productions.
Copyright @ 1995 Mission Ops Productions.
Enjoy and let us know if you are tantalised enough to want more.
Reprinting this story in whole or in part is denied without the permission
of Misson Ops Productions first - except in cases of review.
Send your comments and requests to: 'hengor@scorch.hna.com.au'
<END TRANSMISSION>