In the process of crewing my fanfic universe version of Deep Space 9, I thought I would dabble in a bit of writting for my version of the station and her new crew. I hope you enjoy.
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Star Trek: Deep Space 9
By Brydon Sinclair
Forty-seven. It had been forty-seven days since the war with the Dominion had ended, but in the brief time everything had changed. Colonel Kira Nerys leaned against the bulkhead, looking out the transparent aluminium viewport of upper pylon two, her reflection obscured by shadows as she thought back over the seven weeks. Worf was on Qo’noS, serving as the Federations new ambassador to the Klingon Empire; Miles O’Brien had returned to Earth, where he was now a professor of engineering; Odo had joined with the Great Link, to help them understand all that he had come to learn about the solids. Each departure hurt in its own way, each man had meant something in her life, a source of strength, of family, of love, but now all of them had departed for newer and better things. Odo’s leaving still saddened her heart, but she knew it was for the best. He would not only cure them of the plague engineered by Section 31, but enlighten the Founders on what it was really like outside the Link.
However, as personal the loss of Odo was, the disappearance of Benjamin Sisko was in a whole different ballpark. She smiled at the analogy, a phrase she had never known before Sisko. The Emissary of the Prophets had faced his greatest challenge in the Fire Caves, exactly what had happened was up to the Vedeks and philosophers to determine, but it had left the station without its Captain and Bajor without both the Emissary and its Kai. Sisko’s vanishing had also left his family lost and confused, trying to make sense of what—to them—was superstition. Even as a firm believer in the Prophets, Kira had to admit that removing Sisko from the here and now was hard to accept.
They had just won the war, but the true test of strength and character was upon them, it was a time when the warriors would be replaced by the builders and all that was destroyed was restored. Every Bajoran knew that hardships that were to come and they were only now recovered from the Occupation, but Bajor had been just a single planet in need of aid and support during a time of plenty; now, with so many in need of so much, it was hard to know even where to begin.
It was a hard task that she now found herself at the forefront of. A week following the disappearance of the Captain, even as the search continued for him, Admiral Ross had stopped by her office and informed her that effective immediately she was being appointed Commanding Officer of Deep Space 9. His announcement had caught her off guard. She had stepped up and assumed the responsibilities of the station, just as she had done countless times in the past, simply because it needed to be done. As First Officer it was only sensible that she take over in Sisko’s absence, but at the time she hadn’t been thinking of her own career advancement, merely ensuring that everything kept running smoothly. Ross had told her that her appointment was strongly supported by many at Starfleet Command, despite some misgivings from a few hardliners who believed the station should remain under a Starfleet commander. He had offered her whatever advice and support he could give, before leaving the station to get on with the job at hand.
With her new position came greater responsibilities and of course greater headaches. It seemed as though every kilogram of relief supplies was running through DS9, all of which needed to be processed through as quickly as possible in order to get to the planets that needed them. So far the station had managed to avoid the hundreds of ships packed with refugees, all needing somewhere new to call home. The stations crew were handling the added duties admirably, as she knew they would, but they were undermanned with several key posts vacant and needing filled. She’s been assured by Starfleet that those officers were on their way, but in the meantime the Bajoran Militia had stepped in to cover whatever duties needed covering.
What had surprised Kira was the sheer number of Bajoran personnel HQ had posted to the station, there were at least double the pre-war contingent onboard, some on short-term billets whilst others were on longer assignments. She had contacted Militia Headquarters and spoken with General Lenaris about the matter. He had told her that with the war over, the non-aggression pact Bajor had signed with the Dominion was rescinded, which allowed them to increase their presence on the station—something Starfleet had supported, as it meant that they could redistribute personnel elsewhere whilst leaving DS9 fully manned. He had ended their conversation in a way that told her he knew more than he was letting on, telling her that, ‘we need more Militia officers familiar with Starfleet procedures and operations’. When she’d asked what he’d meant, Lenaris had redirected the conversation before promptly finishing.
Of course, given the conversation and where Bajor stood in the quadrants political landscape, she could take an educated guess what Lenaris was hoping for. She would have to make a point of speaking with Shakaar on the matter, to see what his plans were for the future of Bajor, but that was at the bottom of a very long list.
“Ops to Kira,”
came the voice of Major Agen Toh, her temporary First Officer.
Sighing, she tapped her combadge. “Kira here.”
U.S.S. T’Planna-Hath has entered the system and is on course to the station. They say that they have several crew replacements and passengers to offload.”
“Have they provided a roster of new assignees?”
“It’s just coming through now, Colonel.”
There was a brief pause as Agen no doubt skimmed over the names, to see if any stood out. “Sir, both Commander’s Harris and Taelor are onboard.”
That peaked her curiosity; after so long without a ranking Starfleet presence on the station, she was getting two command-level officers at the same time. “ETA?”
“They’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”
“Clear her for lower pylon two, I will meet them there.”
“Understood. Agen out.”
She pushed off from the bulkhead and stood before the viewport once more, looking beyond her reflection out into space. The T’Planna-Hath
wasn’t visible, but it wouldn’t take the starship long to arrive, even with all the freighters and supply ships floating around the station. She focused on her reflection again and noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the product of too little sleep and too much work. Though she was loathed to do, she might need to stop by the infirmary at some point, to see if Julian could prescribe something to help her get a full night’s rest.
Sweeping a few rogue strands of hair from her eyes, Kira turned back towards the corridor and headed to the turbolift. She had to go meet and greet her new officers.