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Old December 2 2012, 03:43 AM   #16
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New Blood, Part 9

Rubble was still being cleared, and bodies were still being unearthed even almost a year after the Dominion War's ending. Glinn Thrax Sa'kat stood by as the Starfleet Explosive Ordnance Disposal technician bellowed, "Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole!"

A loud bang echoed as the EOD technician triggered the counter-charge, blowing up the unexploded plasma torpedo, a dud that had failed to explode in the Dominion leveling of Lakarian City.

"All clear." the technician shouted.

Thrax tapped his wrist communicator and relayed the similar report to his own chain of command. Explosions of unexploded munitions were still a fairly common sound, though thankfully less common than they were in the weeks after the Dominion War.

Senior Chief Petty Officer John Albert Faapele, a massive Samoan, lumbered over to Thrax and said, "Explosive hazards are clear, you can send your search teams in."

Thrax nodded wordlessly. For the last eight months he had worked with the Starfleet Senior Chief in the grim business of moving into Lakarian City.

Best not think about it. Thrax thought as he surveyed the twisted remains of Lakarian City.

For eight months now the Cardassian Provisional Militia working alongside Starfleet Corps of Engineers had been at the grim business of reclaiming the wreckage.

He found himself impressed by the professionalism of the men and women of the Starfleet 188th Area Clearance Company. A reinforced platoon of the 188th remained with at Cardassia City, taking care of responding to explosive hazard calls and mentoring members of the Cardassian Munition Disposal Units as well. The bulk of the 188th worked with the Lakarian City.

Thrax quietly spoke a command into his comm link as several members of a search and rescue unit and a salvage crew began working on the remains of the wrecked building that the unexploded plasma torpedo had been found in.

He counted six body bags as the team worked to clear the area and two Starfleet EOD techs respectfully looked the other way, mindful of Cardassian funerary rites.

The Ra'akal family used to work here at the power plant. Their eldest sons were undergoing their apprenticeships when Lakarian city was leveled. Best not think of that... Thrax thought. His two eldest nephews were among the 200 million souls forever silenced by the Dominion.

"Send them in." Senior Chief John Albert Faapele said into his own commbadge.

Thrax remembered two Federation plasma specialists, the Leflers, were on Cardassia to help with the Lakarian City Power Plant project, working with the Cardassian Infrastructure Service.

He noticed the two civilian humans with three Cardassian civilians from the Infrastructure Service being escorted by a joint detail of Cardassian soldiers and a sapper squad from the 188th.

"Thank you for your help, Senior Chief." the woman said.

"That's just our job, Mrs. Lefler." John Albert said as he raised a massive hand to wipe sweat from his brow as he followed the group into the remains of the main building.

John Albert noticed Thrax fell into step beside the party. He also noticed Singh and DeSoto, the two EOD techs on the team were following the Leflers as they made their assessment of the machinery of the plant.

"You Cardassians definitely know how to build something to last." Charles Lefler remarked as he looked at the roof of the structure. It had caved in, but most of the main load bearing members remained standing.

"Confirmed no signs of any explosive hazards." DeSoto remarked as Morgan Lefler crawled into a crawlspace to assess a plasma manifold.

"Looks like a total replacement is going to be needed." Morgan said as she crawled out of the wreckage, "The manifolds are completely destroyed. I'll need the schematics for deuterium matrix and injectors as well."

"I'll get started on looking at the containment system." Charles replied.

John Albert nodded to DeSoto and a couple of the sappers to keep an eye on the scientist. I always imagined Lieutenant Draper's father in law to be the forgetful professor type. I never knew just how right I was till he accompanied us on this mission.

"Something wrong?" Thrax asked.

"Just a personal observation. The Leflers are the in-laws of an old friend of mine." John Albert replied.

Thrax nodded and said, "Say no more. We Cardassians are a very family minded culture after all."


"When were you going to tell me about going to Cardassia?" Robin asked her mother over the comm line.

"Robin, your father and I are grown adults." Morgan Lefler replied.

"I know that, Mom, but you might have let me know about this oh...before you guys landed on Cardassia." Robin replied.

Goliath instinctively trotted up to Robin, climbing onto the couch and laying his head in her lap, eyebrows moving up and down alternately. Robin recognized that as Goliath's 'What's wrong Mommy?' look.

Robin sighed and reached down to scratch Goliath behind the ears.

"Look, sweetheart, we didn't want to burden you. I mean you and Carl were moving onto your new place." Morgan said.

"I understand, Mom, I'm just a tad perturbed, after all it was rather sudden." Robin replied.

"We did talk about the Cardassia assignment." Morgan replied.

"You and Dad mentioned you might be interested in going to Cardassia nine months ago." Robin replied, "But you didn't have anything finalized."

"Well your father was more interested in the mission than I was." Morgan replied, "And you know how he can get sometimes."

Robin chuckled lightly despite herself, "I know he can get that 'forgetful university professor' air about him."

"Now you see why I tagged along." Morgan replied, "And besides academia was getting a tad bit boring."

"Why am I not surprised?" Robin said, "You two are basically going through a mid-life crisis."

The sound of the door opening could be heard and Carl walked in. He lightly kissed Robin on the lips and took a seat beside his wife.

"Oh, hello Carl, how is everything going on Deep Space Nine?" Morgan replied.

"Rather well, minus the vole infestation." Carl replied.

"Robin just told me Goliath's added a fifteenth vole to the list." Morgan replied, "And count your blessings. At least you're not dealing with the center of a vole nest. Which coincidentally what Lakarian City's Central Power Plant has become. After all you could send Goliath over..."

"Not a chance. Malamutes aren't terribly fond of arid climates." Carl replied.

"Charles, dear, are you going to spend all night trying to take that Cardassian portable computer apart?" Morgan said towards the off screen direction.

"In a moment dear." Charles said.

"Charles, it's our daughter's anniversary..." Morgan replied.

Charles moved towards the screen and said, "Hi sweetheart, how's DS9?"

"Not too bad, minus voles and my insane First Officer." Robin replied.

"Oh, Strickland? His bark is bigger than his bite." Morgan said, "I was a guest professor at Starfleet Academy."

"Try working for him, Mom, and you'll see." Robin replied.

"Just wait, you'll see he's a big teddy bear under that hard-nosed visage." Morgan replied, "Anyway, dear, we just wanted to call to wish you both a happy anniversary."

"Thanks Mom, I'm sorry I was a little short earlier. I've had a crazy few days." Robin replied.

"We understand dear." Charles replied, "And we'll keep you posted on how everything's going on Cardassia."

"And do be sure we get to be grandparents sooner rather than later." Morgan replied.

"Mom..." Robin remarked.

"Just kidding, dearie, sort of." Morgan said, "Have a happy anniversary you two."

"We will." Carl said, "And give my regards to Senior Chief Faapele as well."

"Of course. Good night." Morgan said before she turned off the comm.

Robin rested her head against Carl's shoulder. Carl said, "Rough day?"

"You have no idea. This station seems to be falling apart at times. And what isn't falling apart is being actively destroyed by voles." Robin replied.

"Well this is certainly grounds for a home cooked meal that starts an evening where my dear wife isn't going to raise a finger." Carl said to his wife.

"Hmm, I'd appreciate it." Robin replied, "But I'm not hungry just yet, I think just snuggling on the couch would hit the spot."

Carl held his wife closer to him, lightly kissing Robin on the lips, looking into her eyes and saying, "Your wish is my command..."


To Be Continued...
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Old December 2 2012, 06:48 AM   #17
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Re: ST: DS9, New Blood (First Relaunch Fic)

Your new additions to DS9’s crew compliment are settling in and beginning to get their bearings. Martoni is giving Quark fits, and Strickland is giving everyone fits.

I love the day-to-day station business, from chasing voles to the cargo inspections, reminding the reader that these days, beyond the drama of the Dominion War, DS9 is still an operational outpost, and life goes on.

Quark’s discovering that not everyone in Starfleet will cut him the latitude that Captain Sisko seemed to, and that Strickland (and by extension Martoni) are going be digging around in his extracurricular ‘business ventures’ at every opportunity. I really liked how the AWG recognized the Ferengi’s intel potential.

The grim look at present day Cardassia was a good reminder of how well those assigned to the station have it by comparison. Kudos to Robin’s parents for helping to make a contribution to Cardassia’s recovery.

Wonderful stuff, keep it coming!
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Old December 11 2012, 02:01 AM   #18
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New Blood, Part 10

"Rough day, honey?" Carl said, as he held Robin close to him. Goliath curled up on the couch with them, his head still in Robin's lap.

"Ugh, you have no idea. That vole infestation in Upper Pylon 3 is just about driving me crazy. Nog's still acting a bit pissy." Robing groaned, "And Strickland is demanding reports every time I turn around."

"Really, I didn't think Nog was the type." Carl said as Robin closed her eyes as she snuggled against him. Carl shifted his arm slightly from around her waist. He lightly kissed Robin's forehead, the bridge of her nose, and then lightly on the lips.

"He's that ambitious, Type A personality. I guess he wasn't too happy about me taking over." Robin said, "And then I tried the sonic pulse method to control the voles."

"Sounds like it would work. After all, voles do have sensitive hearing." Carl remarked.

"So do Ferengi." Robin said, "Nog was nearby and he went off on me."

"Honey, you couldn't have known Nog was nearby. If you'd like I can give him a piece of my mind." Carl replied.

"Carl, I love you but I don't need you charging in to my rescue about this." Robin replied.

Sounds like back off is the safest option at the moment. Carl thought before saying, "I understand, love, I really do."

"I know you're being protective." Robin said, "And its one of the things I love about you and sometimes it can be one of the things that annoys me about you."

"It hasn't always been easy for me, I take that back, it's never been easy for me to see you get hurt or struggle." Carl said, "Or have a bad day."

"I know that about you too, honey." Robin said, "I also know your capacity to comfort me on especially bad days is one of the things I love about you."

"Well, sweetheart, let me get around to part of the comforting." Carl said, smelling the scent of the curry cooking in the kitchen.

As he walked over to the kitchen to check on dinner he said, "Computer, run program Draper 2-0."

The notes to an old Earth song began to play and first lyrics o a very familiar song began, "You'll remember me, when the west wind moves, upon the fields of barley. You'll forget the sun, in his jealous sky, as we walk in fields of gold..."

Robin smiled, despite the rough day as she heard the song. She lightly stroked Goliath's furry head and said, "Dinnertime, sweetie..."

Goliath perked up and hopped off the couch before following Robin into the kitchen. The lightning was dimmer than the living room, candles adding some ambiance to the dim lighting. She saw the bucket of ice on the table and the bottle of Bajoran spring wine.

She headed to the replicator and said, "Canine Supplement 3."

Goliath's dinner began to appear and she took the dish, setting it on the floor. Goliath immediately began tearing into his meal, his tail wagging mightily.

Robin headed over to Carl, putting her hands on his shoulders, "Someone's playing our song."

"I thought it appropriate. A certain restaurant in Temecula where we had our first date six years ago." Carl said.

"Hmm..." Robin said as she rested her head on his right shoulder, watching Carl stirring their meal.

"So she took her love, for to gaze awhile. Upon the fields of barley. In his arms she fell, as her hair came down. Among the fields of gold. Will you stay with me? Will you be my love? Among the fields of barley. We'll forget the sun, in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold."

"Dinner smells great. Chicken curry?" Robin asked as she took a small taste.

"Why yes." Carl said, smiling, before turning to lightly kiss her lips.

"See the west wind move, like a lover's soul, upon the fields of barley. Feel her body rise, when you kiss her mouth, among the fields of gold. I never made promises lightly. And there have been some that I've broken. But I swear in the days still left we'll walk in fields of gold."

"I think that was one of the house specials on our first date." Carl said with a smile.

"Are you sure you're not a Cardassian? That's such a photographic memory of six years ago." Robin said, teasingly.

"That first date is one that I'm never going to forget if I live to be two hundred and forty." Carl replied, "It was where I got into debt."

"Oh?" Robin replied.

"Remember when I told a certain Ensign, engineering type, that I would be in a continuously compounding interest kissing debt from the moment of our first kiss?" Carl said as he turned to face her.

"Hmm, vividly." Robin said as she slid her arms around his neck. Carl's arms snaked around her waist as he drew her close, kissing her on the lips tenderly. Closing his eyes as he savored the moment.

Robin smiled and reluctantly let go of Carl so he could move the pot from off the range to the tabletop beside the moba and steamed rice.

"Many years have passed, since those summer days, among the fields of barley. See the children run, as the sun goes down, among the fields of gold. You'll remember me, when the west wind moves, upon the fields of barley. You can tell the sun in his jealous sky and we walked in fields of gold. And we walked in fields of gold. And we walked in fields of gold."

"Flowers, spring wine, and a home-cooked, candle-lit dinner." Robin smiled as Carl slid the chair out to let her sit down, "I should have bad days more often."


To Be Continued...
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Old January 9 2013, 08:54 PM   #19
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New Blood, Part 11

"Is that the official manifest and security plan from the Ambassador Garak's office?" Carl asked as he walked into the Security Office the next morning.

"It is." Adam Martoni said from behind his desk, looking over the PADD in his hands. Standing beside him was Senior Chief Mack Gerhardt, the Security Leading Chief Petty Officer.

"Thanks for that analysis by the way." Adam continued as he sipped his raktajino.

"No problem, and I do have a favor to ask." Carl replied.

"What is that?" Adam said.

"I'm about to have a nice chat with Quark to see what he can corroborate as far as what we know about the Cardassian delegation." Carl replied, "And I understand you hold a bargaining chip."

"You mean the 2327 kanar Quark illegally imported?" Adam replied.

"Exactly." Carl replied.

I knew these Asymmetric Warfare Group guys are a bit unconventional but this is new... Adam thought, "And for what reason?"

"Well, Quark might know some details that escaped making it into either Ambassador Garak's official report or my analysis." Carl replied.

"And you intend to coax this information from Quark by getting him his 2327 kanar?" Adam began.

"Precisely." Carl replied with a smile, "You have to admit Quark's business acumen could prove to be a veritable asset. Think of the information he can drum up in his quest for profit."

"Think of the number of station regulations, planetary laws he's likely to break. Not to mention how high he's liable to raise Strickland's blood pressure. And mine." Adam replied.

"Tell you what, Adam, I'll run interference with Strickland." Carl replied.

"I'll think about it." Adam replied.

"Think fast, ok." Carl said, before walking out of the office.


"Lieutenant Lefler." Strickland said, "How is the progress for preparing the conference room for Ambassador Garak's visit?"

"It's coming along as scheduled, sir. I am also ensuring that the Cardassian delegates have quarters relatively close together." Robin replied, "I'm still wanting confirmation on exactly how many Cardassians will be here."

"You at least planned for a fluctuation, right?" Strickland asked.

"Ten percent." Robin said, "Which is about the norm."

It was around then that Carl Draper walked into OPS, a PADD tucked under his arm. He headed over to Strickland and Robin. He flashed a quick grin to Robin before walking over to Strickland, "Sir, I have a proposal in mind for you."

He handed the PADD to Strickland and Strickland began to read the contents, "That Kanar was illegally imported, you're asking me to release this back to Quark?"

"Sir, Quark does have his fingers in a fair amount of business in this sector. It would be quite helpful for intelligence if he were willing to share it." Draper replied.

"Lieutenant Draper, that would set a bad precedent." Strickland replied.

"Possibly," Draper said, "And we'll have to keep a weather eye on Quark. But the tradeoff is..."

"The tradeoff is a slacker gets to go around existing laws." Strickland said.

"There's no need to max him out." Draper replied, "A fine and a warning should work."

"But Quark will be able to make up the difference in the obviously inflated price he'll charge the delegation." Strickland said.

"Yes sir." Draper replied, "However, with that gesture we can build rapport and..."

"Building rapport with slackers? Is that how the Asymmetric Warfare Group gets things done?" Strickland said.

Robin took the opportunity to take a couple steps away from the rather heated argument that was starting up. I knew the AWG does things in a not entirely conventional manner. And anyway it's not like Quark is a common crook. Ok, I trust him as far as I can throw him, which admittedly isn't far...

"Sir," Carl replied, "We may not be conventional, but my analysis contains precisely how this could benefit us and..."

"Not another word, Draper." Strickland said.

Right about then Colonel Kira came out of her office, "Commander Strickland, Lieutenant Draper, I need to see both of you about this proposal, now..."

Kira looks like she's just eaten about six kilos of duracrete... Robin thought.

"Did you send this proposal to Colonel Kira as well?" Strickland asked.

"Yes sir." Draper replied.

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Old March 6 2013, 06:19 AM   #20
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New Blood, Part 12

The sound of the blast and the shockwave drove Charles Lefler practically out of his bunk.

"It's just another controlled detonation, honey." Morgan said, from her own bunk, not even opening her eyes.

"How are you so calm with all of these explosions going off?" Charles said, sitting up in bed.

"You forget I did my internship at the Explosive Hazards Laboratory at the Mojave Installation." Morgan replied, "I became quite accustomed to hearing things go boom."

It was just then that Senior Chief Faapele lumbered into their shelter. The big Hawaiian said, "Nothing to worry about, just an some old Breen explosives we uncovered and blasted in place near Number Two Transformer Station."

"I thought most of the old Breen munitions you discovered yesterday were destroyed already." Charles said.

"The ones near the plant itself, yes. But that was the remnant of a Breen Type 4 Cluster Munition." Faapele replied.

"Are those the kind that spread bomblets of varying sizes over 100 kilometer boxes?" Morgan asked.

"Why yes. And have up to a 30 percent failure to detonate rate, not to mention other submunitions that are intended to serve as mines or explosive booby traps." Faapele replied, "You know your explosives, Dr. Lefler."

"I interned at the Explosive Hazards Laboratory a few years ago." Morgan replied.

"Oh, where things are always going bang." Faapele replied, "I would've asked if you were a former EOD operative or a combat engineer."

"No on both counts." Morgan replied.

"Could've fooled me." Faapele said.

"So when can we get back to work?" Morgan replied, since the Breen cluster munitions had been discovered she and Charles had gone back to the prefabricated shelter she shared with her husband and a handful of Cardassian and Federation civilian scientists and engineers.

"The guys estimate in the next two to four hours." Faapele said, "We still have some more scans and examination to do."

"Say no more." Morgan replied as Faapele lumbered back out of the shelter.


"Predictable." Robin said to herself as she read the communique from her mother.

"Be on your best behavior, you." Robin remarked to Goliath as she pet the large Malamute's head, "We've got company tonight."

She glanced at the wall chronometer, since she'd finished her shift in OPS she noticed Carl was still in that meeting with Colonel Kira.

Thankfully she had the replicator programmed for dinner for their guests.

She set the table up, just to get a jump on their plan when she heard the door chime go off.

"Come in." Robin said.

The door opened to reveal Dr. Crusher. She walked in and Robin said, "Good evening. You're early, Dr. Crusher."

Beverly was carrying a bottle in her hands and smiled, "I thought I'd come a little early to drop of you and Carl's housewarming gift."

"Thank you." Robin smiled, taking the bottle from Beverly.

"Bajoran Spring Wine." Beverly replied, "A couple of my Bajoran corpsmen recommended this particular vintage."

Robin turned the bottle over and said, "I've heard of the Kendra Valley Reserve, and that 2320 was an especially good year."

"It was a rare bumper crop during the Cardassian occupation. A reserve of that crop was discovered recently." Beverly replied.

Robin placed the bottle on the shelf and said, "I think it'll go well with dinner."

"So what's on the menu?" Beverly asked.

"Woo woo woo woo woo...." Goliath chimed into the conversation.

"Flank steak and tostones." Robin replied, and at Beverly's quizzical look she said, "Fried plantain chips."

"Oh." Beverly replied.

Goliath started wooing again and Robin said, "Pardon me."

She walked over to the replicator and said, "Computer, Canine Supplement 9."

A bowl of Goliath's food, the moist and meaty supplement, appeared and Robin placed it on the floor as Goliath started munching away at his meal, tail wagging mightily.

"It helps that he's eaten before we start dinner. That way he doesn't beg for table scraps as much." Robin said, "The Malamute diet is simple: 'everything, doesn't discriminate'."

"Interesting breed of dog." Beverly remarked, "So where's Carl?"

"He's still in that meeting with Colonel Kira and Command Strickland. They've been in there since I got off shift over an hour ago."

"So that's why Carl's not in the kitchen with ingredients everywhere and various recipes in various stages of cooking." Beverly said.

"Exactly." Robin said.

"Can I help with setting the table or something?" Beverly asked.

"Sure." Robin said.

"How many place settings?" Beverly asked.

"Seven, in case Wesley decides to make an appearance again." Robin replied.

"I hope that if Wesley does turn up again he and Carl get along a bit better." Beverly remarked.

"I'm sure they'll both be on their best behavior. It has been a few years." Robin replied.


To Be Continued.
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Old March 6 2013, 08:46 AM   #21
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This is shaping up to be a really interesting story. The best part is the character interactions all feel natural and not forced. To me, that's what made me love DS9 and you're capturing it nicely. Good work
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Old May 9 2013, 05:10 AM   #22
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Thanks. I hope to have another chapter up next week. Real life's had me running ragged of late.
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