But he would have that dark side whether he was a detective or not, wouldn't he? So why not use it... I guess it could also be useful for a writer...
The New Dax
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Yeah....
Take Ezri. Her experience with Joran took her...somewhat further down the rabbit hole than she had anticipated--and...though she had dirtied her fluffy white tale--she emerged...enlightened!
Take Ezri. Her experience with Joran took her...somewhat further down the rabbit hole than she had anticipated--and...though she had dirtied her fluffy white tale--she emerged...enlightened!
Right you are, but if he was always focusing on using that dark side as a tool to 'catch the bad guys' it would be even more powerful. I think it would make for interesting writing and an intriguing character. Like Jadzia seemed to take on Curzon's attributes, so New Dax would have to struggle to hold Joran's qualities back if he was constantly using them to his advantage.
exactly my point. although Ezri used him a bit during field of fire, but she didnt hesitate when he tried to push her too far. she managed to stop him. now, if he really is needed every day and not just once, there can be... uhm... how do i put it mildly. repercussions.
Hmm, apparently the poll isn't being taken that seriously...2 votes for Perjon...who voted Other, I wonder? Are you, whoever you are, going to share your idea?
just to clarify. i haven't voted anything. but i would also want to know the reason.
Uploading my preliminary draft. i'm not at my best today, but it'll do for now. If it doesn't show up correctly. I'll fix it when i get home. I'm on the train now, posting this from my PDA. and in case there are some grammatical issues, i'll fix em later. Got no spell check on this thing...
2496, old (terran) calendar
Holding Cell A, Deep Space Nine, Bajor system
0900 hours, station time.
“Get up! All of you!” The security guard barked. Despite of his size, the man could scare a Klingon to silence.
Wielding a phaser rifle, the Saurian positioned himself in the middle of the room. There were five more holding cells, all filled with the troublemakers from the day before yesterday. He slowly sat up holding his abdomen. His cellmate, an Orion male, had been the one who gave him the final knockout and the chief of security had found it interesting to put them in the same holding cell. Thankfully Galrisan was a reasonable man when sober, and he hadn’t finished the job.
It took Perjon a few seconds to gather himself as the guard walked past every single holding cell. Finally giving up, he walked to his office for a padd.
Returning to the brig now wielding a padd instead of a phaser rifle, he asked, “Which one of you is Lieutenant Commander Perjon Dax?”
Perjon slowly stood up, still holding his right hand over his aching abdomen. Barely able to stand after the beating he received from the massive Orion, he approached the barely visible force field. “I am Perjon Dax!” he shouted to the guard.
The security guard slowly approached him. “Ah, I should have known. The wiseguy.” He laughed. “You’re being released into your friend’s custody. Step away from the force field.”
Perjon complied, a few seconds later, after a nod from the Saurian chief of security, a young human ensign dropped the force fields. It flashed brightly before fading from existence and Perjon stepped through. “I was under the impression that the fight last night would keep me in that cell for two more days. What changed?” he asked as they left the brig. Fad'gh didn't deem it worth while to reply. Outside, in the security chief officer, a man was sitting in the chief’s chair. A Vulcan dressed in civvies. Black pants, a yellow shirt and a purple vest. Obviously he had bought his attire on the station. It was, unique. For a lack of a better way of describing it. The man appeared to be someone Chief Fad’gh respected greatly , because he bowed his head slowly and put his right hand to his chest. The traditional Saurian salute. The Vulcan returned it and after a quick nod, Chief Fad’gh left.
The Vulcan looked up at Perjon. Almost like he was trying to probe his mind. And judging from the look, he was minutes away from being able to. “Perjon Dax. Formerly of the USS Ballona. Valedictorian of you class at Starfleet Academy, rank of Lieutenant Commander, advanced tactical training and covert ops, expert in Klingon martial arts and Suus Mahna.” He said, reading form the padd in his hand. “A holding cell. Not exactly the place I hoped to find a man like you. Nonetheless, here you are.”
“And you are?” Dax inquired.
“I’m Captain Valom. I’m here to give you a job.” He replied with a very un-Vulcan smile.
Dax shook his head. He didn’t seem to care. “If you know so much about me, you should also know that I resigned a year ago. I’m done with Starfleet.“ he said. “If there nothing else, I miss my holding cell.” He rose to leave.
“Just like that?” Valon asked, almost surprised. He had of course read Dax’s file, but not in a million years did he expect this type of treatment. “You don’t even want to know what the job is?”
“No.” Dax said. His arms crossed across his chest. Desperately trying to hide the pain in his abdomen his cellmate had cause two days earlier.
“I see.” Valon sighed. “Perhaps you’re not the man I was looking for. – Oh, and in case, by some godsend miracle, you turn into the man I was looking for. The Trafalgar is in spacedock for another 12 hours.” He said, stood up and headed for the door. He halted in the doorway. “My father told me I should look at your file. And I did. Reading it, I was pleasantly surprised. I saw Curzon Dax, the diplomat who negotiated the Khitomer accords. Jadzia Dax, of the house of Martok and a Dominion war veteran. Ezri Dax, one of the officers who stopped the Borg invasion and someone who was a dear friend of mine. And then you. Do you know what I see when I look at you? I see is a drunken, sorry excuse of a Starfleet officer, who can’t do anything but feel sorry for himself. Your ship was destroyed, yes. It was tragic. Four hundred people lost their lives. But that no excuse to let you life and career go down the drain. The great Dax. What a waste...“
Those were Captain Valon’s last words before he disappeared into the crowd outside the security office.
***
"Are you still here?" Fad'gh asked returning from his rounds on the promenade an hour later. Dax was still sitting in the office contemplating what Valon had said. Maybe he's right, he though. I am a waste. And if i am. What do i do about it.
"Hey! Are you deaf or something? You're free to go. Get out of my office if you don't want to return to the cell!" the chief barked. Dax slowly stood up and headed for the door.
"You know Chief, I liked you predecessor better. Hell, I liked the old Deep Space Nine better. Have a good day. If its possible for you, that is." he said and left leaving Fad'gh shout something untranslatable after him.
Holding Cell A, Deep Space Nine, Bajor system
0900 hours, station time.
“Get up! All of you!” The security guard barked. Despite of his size, the man could scare a Klingon to silence.
Wielding a phaser rifle, the Saurian positioned himself in the middle of the room. There were five more holding cells, all filled with the troublemakers from the day before yesterday. He slowly sat up holding his abdomen. His cellmate, an Orion male, had been the one who gave him the final knockout and the chief of security had found it interesting to put them in the same holding cell. Thankfully Galrisan was a reasonable man when sober, and he hadn’t finished the job.
It took Perjon a few seconds to gather himself as the guard walked past every single holding cell. Finally giving up, he walked to his office for a padd.
Returning to the brig now wielding a padd instead of a phaser rifle, he asked, “Which one of you is Lieutenant Commander Perjon Dax?”
Perjon slowly stood up, still holding his right hand over his aching abdomen. Barely able to stand after the beating he received from the massive Orion, he approached the barely visible force field. “I am Perjon Dax!” he shouted to the guard.
The security guard slowly approached him. “Ah, I should have known. The wiseguy.” He laughed. “You’re being released into your friend’s custody. Step away from the force field.”
Perjon complied, a few seconds later, after a nod from the Saurian chief of security, a young human ensign dropped the force fields. It flashed brightly before fading from existence and Perjon stepped through. “I was under the impression that the fight last night would keep me in that cell for two more days. What changed?” he asked as they left the brig. Fad'gh didn't deem it worth while to reply. Outside, in the security chief officer, a man was sitting in the chief’s chair. A Vulcan dressed in civvies. Black pants, a yellow shirt and a purple vest. Obviously he had bought his attire on the station. It was, unique. For a lack of a better way of describing it. The man appeared to be someone Chief Fad’gh respected greatly , because he bowed his head slowly and put his right hand to his chest. The traditional Saurian salute. The Vulcan returned it and after a quick nod, Chief Fad’gh left.
The Vulcan looked up at Perjon. Almost like he was trying to probe his mind. And judging from the look, he was minutes away from being able to. “Perjon Dax. Formerly of the USS Ballona. Valedictorian of you class at Starfleet Academy, rank of Lieutenant Commander, advanced tactical training and covert ops, expert in Klingon martial arts and Suus Mahna.” He said, reading form the padd in his hand. “A holding cell. Not exactly the place I hoped to find a man like you. Nonetheless, here you are.”
“And you are?” Dax inquired.
“I’m Captain Valom. I’m here to give you a job.” He replied with a very un-Vulcan smile.
Dax shook his head. He didn’t seem to care. “If you know so much about me, you should also know that I resigned a year ago. I’m done with Starfleet.“ he said. “If there nothing else, I miss my holding cell.” He rose to leave.
“Just like that?” Valon asked, almost surprised. He had of course read Dax’s file, but not in a million years did he expect this type of treatment. “You don’t even want to know what the job is?”
“No.” Dax said. His arms crossed across his chest. Desperately trying to hide the pain in his abdomen his cellmate had cause two days earlier.
“I see.” Valon sighed. “Perhaps you’re not the man I was looking for. – Oh, and in case, by some godsend miracle, you turn into the man I was looking for. The Trafalgar is in spacedock for another 12 hours.” He said, stood up and headed for the door. He halted in the doorway. “My father told me I should look at your file. And I did. Reading it, I was pleasantly surprised. I saw Curzon Dax, the diplomat who negotiated the Khitomer accords. Jadzia Dax, of the house of Martok and a Dominion war veteran. Ezri Dax, one of the officers who stopped the Borg invasion and someone who was a dear friend of mine. And then you. Do you know what I see when I look at you? I see is a drunken, sorry excuse of a Starfleet officer, who can’t do anything but feel sorry for himself. Your ship was destroyed, yes. It was tragic. Four hundred people lost their lives. But that no excuse to let you life and career go down the drain. The great Dax. What a waste...“
Those were Captain Valon’s last words before he disappeared into the crowd outside the security office.
***
"Are you still here?" Fad'gh asked returning from his rounds on the promenade an hour later. Dax was still sitting in the office contemplating what Valon had said. Maybe he's right, he though. I am a waste. And if i am. What do i do about it.
"Hey! Are you deaf or something? You're free to go. Get out of my office if you don't want to return to the cell!" the chief barked. Dax slowly stood up and headed for the door.
"You know Chief, I liked you predecessor better. Hell, I liked the old Deep Space Nine better. Have a good day. If its possible for you, that is." he said and left leaving Fad'gh shout something untranslatable after him.
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^Pretty good--but, for the record, ares93, the mods don't care for fanfic outside the fanfic forum. Just saying. 
^Pretty good--but, for the record, ares93, the mods don't care for fanfic outside the fanfic forum. Just saying.
aight, i'll keep that in mind. should i remove it, or? just got home btw. wrote that entire thing on my pda. thank god for office 2007 mobile
hey, how else could i stand sitting on an unmoving train for three hours?
Well...I'd say, since it's a character sketch of a kind...maybe they'll let it slide.
I'd recommend putting it in "SPOILER" tags. (I.e., use the option on the bar that looks like a smiley with an x for a mouth.)
I'd recommend putting it in "SPOILER" tags. (I.e., use the option on the bar that looks like a smiley with an x for a mouth.)
done. thanks for the tip. are you going to give it a shot?
btw, i had this idea of starting a chain novel type of thing in the fanfic forum. everyone who wants, writes a part and you have to continue the above posters story. what do you think? too stupid?
I think we have to, beforehand, establish a seperate thread, where we, the writers, all chat and update each other on what each of us will write.
We'll need to keep that thread alive as the counterpart to the story thread.
Just so you'll know...I'm currently in a university, and therefore won't be able to write that many tales. I'll probably write the Ezri story, and that's it.
We'll need to keep that thread alive as the counterpart to the story thread.
Just so you'll know...I'm currently in a university, and therefore won't be able to write that many tales. I'll probably write the Ezri story, and that's it.
I think we have to, beforehand, establish a seperate thread, where we, the writers, all chat and update each other on what each of us will write.
We'll need to keep that thread alive as the counterpart to the story thread.
Just so you'll know...I'm currently in a university, and therefore won't be able to write that many tales. I'll probably write the Ezri story, and that's it.
yes of course. it was simply an idea. we need to get the entire project started first.
oh, i know the feeling. i have an extended school schedule myself. 45% more than my classmates so i'm keeping busy as well. just added high level psychology, E.M. and networking(Cisco) classes.
Great ideas ares and Rush...who wants to start the discussion thread in the Fanfic forum? I'll do it if nobody else wants to.
(Spreads out hands) Be my guest!
Thread started in Fan Fiction forum.
Okay...you said to propose ideas here, first. So...
I'd like to put in my Ezri+NewDax tale (probably the first scene) the "death scene" of Ezri--
If, and it's a big "if", we want to go the route of establishing what had happened to her. Personally, I would prefer the idea of keeping her fate vague--but if we should decide that it's too important to keep in the shadows....
What do you think? Establish it, or keep it vague?
Furthermore, it would seem that ares93 has a good general idea of the "pilot", the intro of the character and his conflict. My tale would probably be an early-on one, too. Perhaps a second or third episode.
I'd like to put in my Ezri+NewDax tale (probably the first scene) the "death scene" of Ezri--
If, and it's a big "if", we want to go the route of establishing what had happened to her. Personally, I would prefer the idea of keeping her fate vague--but if we should decide that it's too important to keep in the shadows....
What do you think? Establish it, or keep it vague?
Furthermore, it would seem that ares93 has a good general idea of the "pilot", the intro of the character and his conflict. My tale would probably be an early-on one, too. Perhaps a second or third episode.
^ alright. here's the thing. now my fanfic is completely unrelated but i wrote Ezri's fate in one of the episodes. same episode i wrote about in my first post.
there is s brief section where Perjon Dax and Julian Bashir speak. of course when he finds out who Perjon is he wants to know what happens to Ezri and just before Perjon dies of his injuries, he tells him. so, i my tale (merely an idea) she dies at the age of 137 in San Francisco as Ezri Tigan. Since it is possible to unjoin hosts without killing, them they remove the symbiont a day before she actually dies. and the new host (Perjon Dax) is present when she kicks the bucket
she had two children, a girl called Sulhir and a son, Micheal. who is named after a fellow captain, Micheal Vacsnan who died saving the Aventine and her crew (along with Ezri of course) at the battle of Alhira Prime (major part or the series). i have no explanation for the name Sulhir, it just popped into my head.
so this is merely an idea as i said. but since our story (not mine) is so far into the future. we might as well reveal her fate. if we can come up with anything good that is.
there is s brief section where Perjon Dax and Julian Bashir speak. of course when he finds out who Perjon is he wants to know what happens to Ezri and just before Perjon dies of his injuries, he tells him. so, i my tale (merely an idea) she dies at the age of 137 in San Francisco as Ezri Tigan. Since it is possible to unjoin hosts without killing, them they remove the symbiont a day before she actually dies. and the new host (Perjon Dax) is present when she kicks the bucket
she had two children, a girl called Sulhir and a son, Micheal. who is named after a fellow captain, Micheal Vacsnan who died saving the Aventine and her crew (along with Ezri of course) at the battle of Alhira Prime (major part or the series). i have no explanation for the name Sulhir, it just popped into my head.
so this is merely an idea as i said. but since our story (not mine) is so far into the future. we might as well reveal her fate. if we can come up with anything good that is.
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^Well, if we ever do explain it,
I was relfecting on her and Julian dying together--probably going down in a space battle, or something. I was thinking something slightly along the lines of the "birth" scene in the new film...just she dies, too.
Something romantic, with a "Romeo/Juliet, they-die-together" feel, sans the suicides. Already weakened by the immense strain of the battle affecting the Aventine--and the labor--she basically senses Julian's death...and her heart stops. We see her giving a tight hold on the daughter, as if aware of the troubles the girl would face as an orphan...but then, it's over.
These specifics kinda conflict with other, "Prime-Universe" plans I have in mind for her. Still...I'd say it works nicely here.
(Now that I think of it...if we were to do this, perhaps I would split an episode with someone else...and we'd deal with the NewDax and the child....)
Something romantic, with a "Romeo/Juliet, they-die-together" feel, sans the suicides. Already weakened by the immense strain of the battle affecting the Aventine--and the labor--she basically senses Julian's death...and her heart stops. We see her giving a tight hold on the daughter, as if aware of the troubles the girl would face as an orphan...but then, it's over.
These specifics kinda conflict with other, "Prime-Universe" plans I have in mind for her. Still...I'd say it works nicely here.
(Now that I think of it...if we were to do this, perhaps I would split an episode with someone else...and we'd deal with the NewDax and the child....)