Star Trek: Sigils and Unions--The Thirteenth Order

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  1. Marie1

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    I just don't remember ever hearing a Jem'Hadar say it, and yours do it often. It's hard to say- the Vorta are... well, the Vorta (which speaks for itself) but then they also have that "we're all slaves to the Founders" thing going on too. It just sometimes surprises me to hear the Jem'Hadar say it.

    Good follow up!! I was wondering about all that phaser fire down there, kinda hard to miss! It's good Berat is getting a bit nervous, he's no super hero, and that the plan has realistic hitches and so on, it's not ridiculously simple just because the "good guys" are doing something.
     
  2. Nerys Ghemor

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    Part of what's going on...I have this feeling that during the endgame of the war, the Vorta got stricter--especially once the Founder fell ill. They're...jerks. To me, it seems like it would've fit for them to make the Jem'Hadar jump through one more annoying hoop "to remind them who's boss."

    And wow, you know what...if Berat knew you well, I think he would've laughed out loud at what you said! He can actually have quite a sense of humor about himself with those with whom he's at ease, and I could just hear him telling me, "Superhero?! Do I LOOK like a superhero?" ;) (Then again, if someone told him about the character of Charles Xavier, he might laugh even harder...because even though his neurological issues are different, he'd get a kick out of the comparison.)

    The sensor interference helps with the disruptor flashes...and remember, the Sherouk has done a much better job of fine-tuning than the Jem'Hadar have so far, because they've been planning this in advance.
     
  3. Marie1

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    Hmm... that's a good point. They're complete asses at the best of times. I couldn't get over Weyoun threatening not to give Ometi'klan and his men their White on time, knowing what it would do to them. Cruel. And I guess if the Vorta demanded it, the Jem'Hadar would do it. It just struck me when I saw it as if the Jem'Hadar had respect for the Vorta, which they really don't, they just obey them. Stupid Vorta.

    I think I'll save that one to tell him then! :) He seems like a pretty good guy in person!

    Ahh... yes. And they need that. I can't imagine the Jem'Hadar being above just sending down a torpedo or two, instead of worrying about friendly fire.

    Sorry I've been so busy, agreed to do some screenwriting... O.O
     
  4. Nerys Ghemor

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    I think the Jem'Hadar would probably LIKE to do some friendly fire, if that would allow them to take out a Vorta in addition to those they see as traitors. But since their "gods" have ordered them to obey the Vorta even when the Vorta are blindingly stupid and arrogant (which they are most of the time)...they can't without going through channels. Which is why Volet'aval wants to skirt around that issue entirely and find an excuse to blow the four Cardassian warships out of space.
     
  5. alkhemara

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    Keeping me at the edge of my seat, as always...

    And hungry for more :cardie:
     
  6. Nerys Ghemor

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    Hey, thanks for reading! :)

    I hope to have a new section soon!
     
  7. Nerys Ghemor

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    OK...long section this time. There may be a delay until the next section is up--but I hope you enjoy it!

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    2375—The Dominion War—The Battle for the Shipyard
    Cardassian Rasgălor of Lessek

    Metal glowed and groaned with each disruptor pulse from the Jem’Hadar firing at the door to the shipyard’s computer core.

    Rebek and T’Ruveh stood between the injured Iymender and the weakening door. Te-Mae-Do took point right at the door, hoping her non-cardasdanoid height and proportions would catch the first few attackers off guard.

    “Status, Iymender!” the lady gul snapped.

    “Getting there—I just need a few more minutes!”

    Gul Rebek scrutinized the door with the aid of the hunter array—temperatures were steadily rising past the tolerance threshold of its duranium lining. Beyond, she spotted a contingent of three Jem’Hadar, five Cardassians. “We don’t have a few more minutes, Riyăk…at this rate, we’re going to have company in less than one!”

    The metal began to glow visibly in an ovoid pattern the height of a Jem’Hadar. T’Ruveh squinted as the glow grew more intense. Rebek, on the other hand, stared every bit as intently as before. This would be a huge test of the adaptiveness of her modified hunter array.

    Even with a potentially overwhelming force about to blow through the door, the tinkerer in Rebek grinned—for just as the blazing light threatened to grew too painful to look at, the array reacted perfectly, selectively dimming the light just barely below the tolerance threshold of Cardassian eyes.

    The gul of the Romac raised her rifle.

    A metal sheet clanged violently to the floor, propelled by a massive Jem’Hadar boot.

    Rebek fired. The Jem’Hadar dropped, a plate-sized hole incinerated from his chest.

    And from there it was chaos…one after the other—five more assailants, no time for anything but to react: to shoot and claw and kick and shield, and for Iymender…hopefully, hopefully, to keep up his critical work before someone thought to take a disruptor to his head. Rebek entered the peculiar time dilation of battle; the difference between a minute and an instant so blurred as to be one indistinguishable now, united by the primitive fury of a burning planet deep within her heart:

    For Septimus—for all Cardassia: traitors and alien aggressors alike would die by her hand!

    She swung her rifle around yet again—

    Tho seghanare!” Cardăsda words…clear, analogue, no translator distortion: Please! Don’t shoot! Hands waved—empty hands, grey hands…

    “Rebek! No!” Te-Mae-Do growled in her clipped manner. “Allies!”

    Rebek paused, took stock of the situation. Dust wafted in the light, drifting to the floor like the remnants of a Hăzăkda sandstorm. All three Jem’Hadar lay dead, as did two of the Cardassian intruders. The other three still stood; T’Ruveh, Te-Mae-Do, and Chedrigan had lowered their weapons.

    “We have these men to thank for our survival,” T’Ruveh declared.

    The senior of the trio, a gor according to his cuirass inscription, bowed. “My name is Sholketh; these are Holor and Trivash. And we are no friends of the Dominion.”

    Rebek, standing down now, bowed her thanks, then turned to issue orders. “Iymender is with us; his safety is mission-critical. He’ll need to be carried when we move out—shattered ankle.”

    Gor Sholketh nodded. “Consider it done, Gul. I should warn you,” he added, “the Vorta’s got another batch of Jem’Hadar headed this way…this one without any of us. He suspects—but I don’t think he realizes just how many of us there are. How soon will Riyăk Iymender be done?”

    “Just a couple more…” Iymender mumbled under his breath in a half-reply. “Hm…make that one more...” The programmer’s finger stabbed triumphantly into the screen, so hard Rebek half-feared he’d punch through to a plasma conduit. “Done!

    “Well?” Rebek prodded. “Have we got the ships?”

    “Thirty Hide’eki, hopefully explosion-free, awaiting our command!”

    Rebek rolled her eyes and tried not to think too much on what Iymender meant by ‘hopefully.’

    Let’s move, let’s move!

    And the chaos descended upon them again.



    “I hear voices in the conduits,” the Andorian hissed, “headed this way!”

    “Any signs Speros has attacked?” Macet asked.

    “Difficult to tell,” Crewman Burakgazi replied, “but hearing much shouting and cursing above, I am. What say you?” he asked zh’Thessel.

    “I concur,” she said.

    Macet weighed his options—and decided. “We attack, before our pursuers can warn them. I’ll throw the hatch—everyone prepare to fire immediately, weapons on setting two!” This setting, while lethal to cardasdanoids, would avoid unnecessary damage to base infrastructure, some of which they might need to free Dalin Zopreg and prep the Hide’eki for launch. He pointed at zh’Thessel. “You go first.”

    The Andorian mumbled an acerbic something under her breath—it sounded an awful lot like, “Figures.”

    That did it. He had made all the allowances he could, but that sort of sullen compliance would not do, not when everything could turn on this moment. “Drop it—time is short!” Macet snapped from pure instinct. “We are outnumbered, we need them to hesitate, and you are the most likely to make them do it! Now put your personal problems aside and help us deal with the one at hand!”

    Macet cast a sidelong glance at the rest of his team. Ador was focused and ready as a Cardassian soldier ought to be under such circumstances, hand already lifted to the hatch. As for Burakgazi, his expression was difficult to read. Does he hold his silence because he wishes to back zh’Thessel but does not out of deference to my rank—or because he sees that I, a Cardassian, am right to overrule his commanding officer? Either way, further disunity could not be tolerated…not now. Not when even he was beginning to hear the faint clicks and clangs down the conduit that signaled someone’s approach.

    Oughir’uçiym!” he shouted the instant zh’Thessel fell into position. Let’s go!

    Disruptors discharged the instant the Andorian’s head cleared the opened hatch; judging from the indignant howl, one of zh’Thessel’s shots had connected—and the victim was Cardassian. Ador reached over and gave the Andorian a boost as she clambered up into the command center, then leaped through the opening himself.

    The rate of disruptor fire was increasing exponentially, erupting from far too many sources and felling far too many to be coming from zh’Thessel and Ador alone. They’re rebelling! he realized. Burakgazi was pushing for the opening, but Macet shoved him out of the way. “I’m going next—give me a boost!”

    The Hăzăkda gul crouched, then leaped up and into a symphony of sparks and shouts. “Those who stand for Cardassia—rally to me!” he commanded the instant he rolled onto his feet.

    Then he spun on his heel. He saw nothing but he felt it nonetheless, a presence, a whisper of air and bioelectric energy impossibly close. No time to aim: he swung the butt of his rifle in an arc, until—crack!

    The impact snapped one of the disruptor rifle’s plasteel covers loose, and the force slammed through Macet’s entire skeleton as though he’d lashed out at one of the great stone memorial statues of the capital. The air wavered like a desert mirage and before the Jem’Hadar could fully unshroud and defend himself, Macet reversed his rifle and squeezed the trigger. Heat washed over Macet as the Jem’Hadar and the air around him superheated at point-blank range.

    Another set of patina-green scales flew through the air at Macet; he ducked and lashed out with his fist. Here Macet’s earliest combat training served him by instinct—hit with the grain of your own scales, against the grain of your opponent’s. The Jem’Hadar’s scales were each far larger, and in the hyperawareness of combat he could see each and every one of them, each the size of the rugged macroscales at his temples…and much harder and sharper than the tiny microscales of his knuckles. Still, his technique paid off: a few of them peeled free from the Jem’Hadar’s jaw and stuck down deep into Macet’s hand.

    He had no time to register the pain, for the Jem’Hadar showed little sign of his own. There was no time to draw his pistol, insufficient distance to sweep his rifle forward. Something shined as it flew through the air towards his throat—the dreaded kar’takin blade, the symbol of a Jem’Hadar’s ‘honor’ and the final sight of many a Dominion victim—

    —his right shoulder slammed hard onto the metal deckplate and the next thing Macet knew, a Cardassian corpse shielded his body, the handle of the kar’takin sticking out at the temple just between the hairline and the hook of the eye ridge. The Jem’Hadar lay motionless as well, felled by a well-placed disruptor blast from—

    —Crewman Burakgazi turned from his last target towards a fleeing grey-white blur with the pallor of Upper Rivçal and fired just as his target shot one last glance behind him with those unnaturally-bright green eyes…

    “The Vorta is dead!” Macet snarled. “Mrotoc Cardăsa!Cardassia is rising!

    The eye ridges of the Cardassian now taking aim at him went wide with fear at that announcement. As well they should be! The gul’s eidetic memory immediately supplied his identity. “Traitor!” he shouted, and an instant later, Garheç Vergal’s head exploded.

    And everything fell silent, save the whirring of the heater and the chirping of the computer. The terhăn, Burakgazi, stood with hands on his knees, breathing hard, positively drenched in sweat. It felt a bit warm to Macet after the melee, but far from unbearably so—yet for a Cardassian, such symptoms would suggest the young man was hovering dangerously close to heatstroke.

    “Gul—over here!” called one of the new rebels. The young garheç was struggling to keep a female glinn’s hands pinned behind her back. He had seen this woman’s dossier aboard the Trager months before this day, and recognized her immediately: Glinn Uradnen, the Dominion-appointed systems control officer and commander of the planetside base.

    Macet slammed Uradnen against the wall, shoving his disruptor pistol under her chin. At the same time, he began a series of biofeedback exercises all Cardassians learned in primary school to bring even the slightest instinctive signals under his control. With luck, his control would be so exacting that even a trained observer would find it nearly impossible to spot the telltale signs of a lie. The gul had no intention of carrying out any of his threats save one…but Glinn Uradnen could never know.

    “Where is Dalin Zopreg?” he demanded with a low, menacing growl. “I am warning you, traitor—you are already dead, but if you hesitate for even one more second, I will make sure all of Cardassia knows your name and your actions. I will taint your entire family with your infamy…they will live forever under the eye of the Intelligence Bureau thanks to their association with you. And true Cardassians everywhere will shun them. You saw what happened to your precious Dukat when the word got out about his illegitimate child—your treason is far greater than that. Do you care to risk their well-being?”

    Uradnen smirked even at gunpoint. Macet wondered if she’d seen it in his eyes somehow, that he held no malice for the half-Bajoran child Dukat had sired, that he only wore his cousin’s snide savagery like an ill-fitting mask. “Nice threat, Gul—but I think you’re a little short on the means to carry it out.”

    “You forget,” Macet hissed, “I have my patience, and that is my greatest resource of all. Make no mistake—I will outlast your Dominion. And as a condemned woman, do you really want to take a chance on what I will do when the opportunity comes to make good on my threat? On the other hand…if you tell me what I need to know, I will see to your family. You, of course, will pay for your crimes against Cardassia, but I shall tell them quite a different story. Your husband and children will hear instead of a woman who and died a hero of the Cardassian people. What story shall I tell, Uradnen? Where is Zopreg?”

    “He’s…under guard in the conference room. The Jem’Hadar…were holding him until I could schedule the trial and execution.”

    “How many?”

    “Five.”

    “Very good, Uradnen. You’ll come with us—I expect your utmost assistance in clearing any and every obstacle we encounter or I will consider it a violation of our understanding and act accordingly.”

    The subdued glinn responded with only a nod.

    Suddenly a gold disruptor beam erupted from underneath a console towards Macet…and wobbled in an almost inebriated manner away from him and into the wall behind him. One of the aggressor’s former colleagues reached around Macet and fired back at maximum—vaporizing the chair…and a decidedly obese figure behind it.

    The young gor smirked. “That’s for Sorabec, ghentregămst!”

    Macet unhanded Uradnen, but kept his disruptor pistol trained squarely on her. “Uradnen—you will release the lockouts on the conference room. Without alerting the Jem’Hadar.” Macet paused. It was getting awfully loud in the corridor outside the command center. “And Ador—go see what all the noise is about!”

    Ador lifted his rifle into the ready position and crept towards the double doors separating the command center from the rest of the base. About one terhăn meter away, body angled to expose the smallest profile towards the oncoming forces, he stretched the tips of his grey fingers towards the keypad.

    And found himself staring at the business end of a disruptor rifle.
     
  8. Mistral

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    Oh, crap! this little party may be coming to an end! Exciting scene, Nerys! Very exciting!
     
  9. Nerys Ghemor

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    Thank you SO much for reading! :D
     
  10. Thor Damar

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    This has got to be one of my favorite scenes in this FanFic, the collaborationist scum getting their just desserts:evil:.

    I particularly loved Macet's attempt to channel his cousin, thank Oralius that he cannot pull it of successfully...

    Also this line I love:

    All to true.

    I'll have some more thoughts later once I've had a bit of a reread.
     
  11. Marie1

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    Very exciting!!

    I'm curious- unnaturally bright green eyes here, and orange in another segment. Do you think the Vorta wear contacts to change their eye colour maybe?

    Good riddance to the jerk who killed Sorabec, glad she was not forgotten! Also that the Vorta is sending groups with *no* Cardassians. Way to make the peoples united, stupid Vorta... esp. after the loyalty of some of the Cardassians outside.

    Super curious to how it's going to play out!

    I'm also curious about punching with the grain of your scales vs the grain of your opponants- did that not (since it's a Jem'hadar with a high pain threshold) not do more damage to Macet? Are the scales stuck in his skin?
     
  12. Nerys Ghemor

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    Macet probably DOES have scales embedded in his skin and they may have sliced deep; he'll have to get that treated once this is over, though I doubt in the heat of the battle that he feels the pain as strongly as he will later. Right now, all he cares about is that he landed his blow and accomplished what he intended to accomplish with it. Of course, Cardassian scales in that part of the body are much smaller--so tear away a Jem'Hadar one and you've torn away more area than with Cardassian microscales.

    It was Arawil that had the orange eyes. Based on Weyoun's and Kilana's eyes, I've imagined Vorta as having much brighter and unusual eye colors than humans tend to have.

    And to both of you--yeah, I LOVED letting the Cardassians get their payback on the traitors!
     
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    Oh...sorry for the double-post, but I have one more piece of news to announce! I have just finished writing the battle sequence!

    There will be more action to come--but this whole sequence is the most difficult thing I had planned for myself for the entire book, and I am VERY proud to have finished!!! :D

    I am HOPING this means I'll speed up in posting new sections...
     
  14. Marie1

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    Oh... I always thought they had purple... but that's not to say it couldn't be changed of course- and in the case of your Vorta, they'd use to to throw the Cardassians off too.

    Also- eewww.

    Woo hoo! (especially that last sentence! ;) )
     
  15. Nerys Ghemor

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    I dunno that they're always purple--but then again, maybe I wasn't looking closely enough! If I do need to edit that, lemme know.

    And we'll see! But hopefully clearing this hurdle will help me on writing speed for awhile. :)
     
  16. Marie1

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    Horrayyyy!! Me likes readin' 'em!! =)
    Now I can haz more!!!!!

    I'm pretty sure the Vorta we saw on screen all had similar pale purple eyes... at least on DS9. Different shades perhaps.

    Off the top of my head (thanks MA!) we've seen close-ups of
    Eris
    Weyoun
    Borath (you can kinda tell, maybe I'll make a better picture than MA's)
    Deyos (paler eyes)
    Gelnon (also needs a better picture!! Can everyone see?)
    Kilana
    Yelgrun
    Keevan (ugh, I'll find a better one tomorrow... blech)
    Luaran

    I wouldn't say that means they can't be other colours, especially if it's artificial. (My poor Jem'Hadar have to spend so much time looking at Vorta, you see...)
     
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    You know what's funny about Luaran? I think she's been borrowing makeup from the Cardassians...
     
  18. Marie1

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    Could be worse... she could have borrowed it from the Breen! LOL
     
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    But considering what the Breen might use...it would probably be better for the Cardassians if she did. Maybe she'd manage to kill herself. ;)
     
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    OOOO good one!!
     

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