DS9--Blood Island

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek ; Deep Space Nine
Blood Island
(this story takes place during the first season DS9)

The door to Sisko’s office opened and Dax entered, ready to share their lunch time tea. She found Sisko deep in thought staring at an image on his computer screen.

“What’s so interesting?” Dax asked as she walked around to view the screen.

“Oh, nothing really old-man,” Sisko replied, “just the Alphabet of Omega 334.”

Dax nodded as she sipped on her tea, “Oh, yes, the ‘lost civilization’”. Dax commented.

Sisko pointed at the screen, “Not just lost old-man, an enigma. No one can decipher this alphabet, if it even is an alphabet. With out any comprehension of what these symbols are, they are only a decoration on a museum wall.”

Dax sat down, across from Sisko. “Well,” Dax allowed, “to create symbols that no one else could comprehend is either an act of brilliance, or, shortsightedness.”

Sisko went on. “The Vulcans have tried, the Andorians have tried, heck even the Feringi have tried, but no one can make any sense of it. Today Keiko’s class is giving it a try.” Sisko said with a smile.

Dax altered and alternative conclusion. “Well, maybe they didn’t want their history discovered.”

Sisko shook his head. “That doesn’t sound to optimistic.”

Dax pressed on. “Maybe they knew t0o much. As they say Benjamin, some things are best left unsaid.”

Sisko, suddenly dejected, turned off the computer. “Well, thank you for that uplifting thought. Besides, you’re late. We have to get a move on. The concert will be starting in a few minutes.”

Dax finished her tea and then she and Sisko headed out of Sisko’s office, out past OPS and on toward the Promenade.

--
A section of the Promenade is roped off for a special concert to be given by a visiting Bajoran Children’s choir. Several dozens chair are arranged, facing the stage, and a crowd of people begin to take their seats. A special section is reserved for the crew of DS9. Sisko and Dax join the others, Sisko sits next to Kira and notices that she and Bashir, are in conversation with K’livani, the female Klingon choir master, who is both very beautiful and exotic.
Sisko smiles at the sight of Bashir fawning over the majestic Klingon woman.

“K’ilivani,” Bashir said, “I can’t wait for the performance. I actually have all of your works in my possession, and they are really quite remarkable.”

The Klingon woman bowed her head. “Thank you Doctor Bashir. I came to Bajor for my love of music, and for my equal love for all children.”

Kira took up the conversation. “When I saw the children arrive earlier I could see the respect they hold for you in their eyes, K’ilivani. I think you have brought so much to their lives, and I thank you.”

K’ilivani nodded acknowledgement and then headed toward the state to prepare for the introduction.

“Doctor,” Kira said to Bashir, “you can breathe now.”

“Whew,” Bashir said, “that woman is remarkable.”

Kira shook her head.

With that, the lights are lowered and a stream of Bajoran children come on to the stage. There is a light applause. The children, most of who were orphaned during the occupation, take their places on the stage.

Quark watches from the entrance of his Bar. There are no customers inside Quark’s, nor are there any people strolling around the Promenade. They are all drawn to the chairs to see the choir perform.

Odo walks up and stands to Quark’s side.

“What, no business?” Odo asks with a slight smile.

“How can I compete with orphans?” Quark asked Odo, not expecting an answer at all. Nor did one come.

In defeat Quark throws up his hand and takes a seat at the back of the rows of chairs.

--continued--

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; Deep Space Nine
Blood Island

The choir began its performance. The audience listened intently as they combined Bajoran chord structure with Klingon melodies. Sisko closed his eyes and was very impressed with what he heard. He leaned over and whispered into Kira’s ear.

“Very nice Major,” Sisko said with a smile, “I have never been a fan of Klingon music, but when combined with these Bajoran elements, it makes more melodic sense.”

Kira nodded in agreement. “I agree commander. I didn’t think she could do it, but K’ilivani, and these children, have created something wonderful.”

Several minutes later, one of the young Bajoran girls, no more than nine or ten, moved to the front of the stage and began to sing solo. As she sang, Bashir noticed that the girl was sweating from her forehead. At first he shrugged it off to her nerves. But as the song continued, it is quite clear that she was not well. Seconds later, the young girl collapsed.

The crowd stood in stunned shock as Bashir rushed to the stage.

“What’s wrong with her?” K’ivilani asked in horror.

Bashir shook his head in doubt. “I’m not sure,” Bashier replied as he felt the girl’s pulse and checked her vitals with his medical Tricorder. “I think she has some kind of virus. The maintenance crews are working on the internal Transporter, so I’ll have to take her to the infirmary.”

Just as Bashir prepared to lift the child, K’ilivani cut him off and lifted the child into her arms. “No Doctor,” K’ilivani said to Bashir, “I shall take her to your infirmary.”

Bashir nodded in agreement, and showed her the way. As Bashir hurried through the crowd, Sisko and Dax walked along side him. Dax had known the young doctor long enough to know when he is concerned.

“What is it Julian, what’s wrong?” Dax asks.

Bashir looked to Dax and Sisko. “The girl’s auto-immune system is shutting down. According to the medical scan she’s had this virus for some time.”

Sisko didn’t like the sound of that at all. “How serious is it Doctor Bashir?”

As they reach the infirmary, Bashir let K’ilivani pass him, as she held the strickened girl. K’ilivani followed two of Bashir’s assistants into the infirmary.

Bashir paused to consult with Sisko.

“Sir,” Bashir said to Sisko, “I can’t rule out the possibility yet that this isn’t some airborne virus.”

Sisko tapped the com-unit on his chest. “Ops, Commander Sisko here. I am ordering a quarantine of Deep Space Nine immediately. No ships are to dock, and no ships are to depart until I give further orders.”

“Aye sir,” Obrion’s voice replied from the unit.

Bashir went into the infirmary, satisfied his concerns had been met.

Dax looked at Sisko as Quark approached.

The Feringi bar own was not happy with what he had just heard. “You can’t do this Commander. Every time we have one of these viruses you shut down the station and I lose business.”

Sisko didn’t care at all about profit levels. But he had to remember that Quark was just one of many merchants who were the life and blood of DS9. “There isn’t much I can do Quark. The moment I am confident there is no risk of spreading this, what ever it is, I will lift the quarantine.”

The Feringi bar owner shook his head and then went back to his bar.

“Don’t let him get to you,” Odo said as he walked up to Sisko and Dax. “He understands the risk. He just won’t admit it.”

Sisko looked back at the infirmary. “I just hope the little girl pulls through this.”

Continued…

 

[USS Fardell]

Interesting

 

[Chuckling]

Interesting

I could not have said it better!





Chuckling

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; Deep Space Nine
Blood Island


(Our story continues; one hour after the previous events)

Commander Sisko finishing up his station’s log.

“…with the news I have just received from Dax, who is monitoring the situation in the infirmary, I have relieved the quarantine. Doctor Bashir is now confident that the virus that has the little girl in its grip is not contagious by airborne means.”

Sisko concluded his log and looked up at Quark, who was standing before Sisko’s desk.

Quark spoke with a forced smile. “On behalf of the Promenade Merchant’s Association, I thank you Commander.”

Sisko nodded. “Oh, don’t think I did this for you, Quark,” Sisko said with his own forced smile, “I did this because the crisis has passed.”

“What ever you say Commander, what ever you say.” Quark replied sarcastically. The Feringi turned and exited Sisko’s office.

Sisko wanted to go to the infirmary to check on the fallen Barjoran child, but he had other responsibilities.

--

As Bashir tended to the girl, Dax noticed that Kira stood on the far side of the examination room. The young girl’s name was Neline, and although she was gravely ill, Dax was confident Bashir could save her. Bashir let the nurse take over for a moment, and came over to consult with Dax. Kira walked over to hear what Bashir had to say as well.

“How bad is it, Julian?” Dax asked.

Bashir spoke softly. “It’s just as I said earlier Jadzia,” Bashir said. “The girl’s immune system it being attacked by some virus, and although I have stabilized her, I don’t think she will live beyond a week, maybe two at the most.”

Kira seemed un-effected by Bashir’s dire prediction. “Well,” Kira said, “I have contacted the Bajoran Medical Minister and he has dispatched a ship to take her back to Bajor for further care.”

“What?” Bashir asked. “With all due respect Major Kira, she is my patient. Until I have direct orders from Commander Sisko, she isn’t going any where.”

Kira did not back down. “She is a Bajoran citizen, Doctor Bashir, and she will be cared for on Bajor.”

Bashir did not back down either. “I will repeat myself, Major. Until I have orders from Commander Sisko, she isn’t going any where.”

The anger in Kira’s eyes was very visible. “Then I will get you your orders; Doctor!”

Dax cut in. “What is going on here Kira? Why are you doing this?”

Kira looked at Dax, and for a moment softness came back to her eyes, but then the anger came right back. “I feel sorry for the girl,” Kira said, “but she will be well treated. Now if you will excuse me,” Kira said as she glared back at Bashir, “I need to see the Commander.”

“Then I’m going too,” Bashir replied as he prepared to follow Kira.

“You’re out of line, Doctor. Tend to your patient.” Kira ordered.

“Not until you and I both see Commander Sisko.” Bashir fired back

Kira stood her ground, but then headed out of the infirmary. Bashir and Dax followed hot on her heels.

--continued--

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek; Deep Space Nine
Blood Island
(based on a 'rejected' script submitted by Robert Scorpio in 1994.)
(Editing input from Chuckling)

Commander Sisko sat at his desk, while Bashir, Dax and Kira stood across form him. He listened intently to the verbal joust between the Doctor and the Major.

Kira wore her emotions on her sleeve. “This is a Bajoran matter, Doctor. You have no jurisdiction to deny the transfer of this little girl to the custody of Minister Jerev and the Bajoran Science department.”

“This is a Federation out post Major,” Bashir countered. “And under Federation law I am duty bound to see to the care of my patient.”

Kira looked to Sisko. “You can order him to release the child Commander. And I hope you respect Bajor’s wishes and do so.”

Bashir also looked to Sisko. “I must inform you Commander that I have already contacted the Starfleet Surgeon General for a ruling. Please give me the chance to save this little girl’s life until we get a decision. That’s all I ask.”

Kira shook her head in disagreement. “You can’t possibly go along with the Doctor on this matter Commander. This is a matter of Bajoran sovereignty.”

Sisko thought for a moment, and then directed his comments at Kira. “Major, I can side with the Doctor, and I will. I’m afraid that until the Starfleet Surgeon General makes a decision, I am powerless to intervene.”

“What!?” Kira replied, “You and I both know that you’re hiding behind formality.”

“That’s not fair Kira,” Dax interjected.

Sisko looked to Dax, then to Kira, “No, she’s right Jadzia. But its my call, and I am deciding to play it this way. Major Kira, I don’t understand why you are against the child getting care here on Deep Space Nine. Why must she be returned to Bajor so quickly?”

Dax spoke next. “It’s almost as if you don’t want the child to live, Kira; why?”

Kira calmed down as the accusation from Dax sunk in. “I don’t want the girl to die,” Kira said, “but unfortunately the Prophets have ordained her, and the others like her, to their destiny.”

“What are you talking about? Do you mean she isn’t the only one with this virus?!” Bashir demanded of Kira.

Kira looked to Bashir, then back to Sisko. “Minister Jerev will arrive with in the hour, Commander. Defy his wishes on this matter, and you will threaten our mutual agreement with the Federation.” Kira said, coldly. She turned and left Sisko’s office.

Dax shook her head in disappointment. “I have never seen her so resolute Benjamin.”

Bashir spoke softly. “What did she mean the girl’s illness was ordained by the Prophets?” Bashir asked. He looked back to Sisko. “I need to get down to my patient, sir. Thank you for deciding in my favor.”

Sisko replied before Bashir could get out the door. “Doctor,” Sisko said with a soft urgency, “if the Minister demands we hand over the child, we will. You have one hour, maybe two, to make this work, or it will be out of my hands.”

Bashir nodded in acknowledgement and headed out.

Dax looked to Sisko. “You will really hand the girl over?” Dax asked, conveying a since of disappointment.

“If I have to, yes.” Sisko admitted. “I can’t let everything we have accomplished fall to the wayside over what is essentially a Bajoran matter.”

“Then why give Bashir these two hours?” Dax pressed.

“Because maybe,” Sisko said to Dax, “just maybe those two hours could be the difference. Go to the infirmary Old-man, and keep me posted on the good doctor’s progress.”

Dax headed out of Sisko’s office. Sisko watched her wind her way through OPS, and to the turbo-lift. Then he rotated his chair and looked out his window and at the majestic view of the stars in the distance. Somehow he knew this wasn’t going to end in a positive way.




--Continued--

 

[Nerys Ghemor]

Uh-oh...tell me we're not about to have some kind of "religion is for evil people and crazies" storyline out of this. While there always was some of that, since there WERE crazies among the Bajorans, Kira always struck me as very levelheaded in her faith, not one prone to extremism. It's rather hard to imagine her condemning a sick patient to death and trying to excuse it with the Prophets. It's going to take a VERY strong reason/revelation to explain this...

 

[RobertScorpio]

Uh-oh...tell me we're not about to have some kind of "religion is for evil people and crazies" storyline out of this. While there always was some of that, since there WERE crazies among the Bajorans, Kira always struck me as very levelheaded in her faith, not one prone to extremism. It's rather hard to imagine her condemning a sick patient to death and trying to excuse it with the Prophets. It's going to take a VERY strong reason/revelation to explain this...

While I would agree with you in some way? This story takes place in the first season of DS9. And in that time, the first season, I think she was prone to fall back on her faith more so than she did later. That is one of the reasons her character grew as much as it did, IMO.

Rob

 

[Nerys Ghemor]

Hmm...I never saw her as one to "fall back" on faith like it was a crutch. I never saw her faith as holding her back. Rather, it seemed to be part and parcel of her growth process, one that encouraged her to become better.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Hmm...I never saw her as one to "fall back" on faith like it was a crutch. I never saw her faith as holding her back. Rather, it seemed to be part and parcel of her growth process, one that encouraged her to become better.

I think there are instances in those early episodes where you could still see a pull on her in terms of her religion and she was obviously torn between them. At the end of Blood Island she will take something from what happens and grow.

At the time I wrote this, which was somewhere in the middle of season one, I still didn't get her as much as I did the others. In fact, when I finally submitted it, they liked it enough to ask me to refine it and resubmit it. I did, after Worf came to the show. Because so much had changed between season one and season four, I felt the story suffered from it. So, for TREKBBS I am going back to the first non-Worf version.

Nothing against Worf by the way. But Kira had grown much, and the politics that Blood Island delves into were being put to the side by the time we got to season four.

Rob
Scorpio

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek;
Deep Space Nine
BLOOD ISLAND
(When reading this, please remember this story takes place during the early part of season one of DS9)

Dr. Julian Bashir could not keep his eyes off the digital clock display inside of the infirmary. The one hour to two hours Sisko gave him, were running out. A quick message from Odo had alerted him that the Minister’s ship was to arrive in mere minutes.

Bashir obviously preferred a more controlled research, but it was clear he wasn’t going to get the time he needed. He looked up from the diagnostic computer, and over to the Bajoran girl who was very sick.

Dax assisted Bashir by analyzing the data as well.

“We’re not going to be able to do this are we?” Bashir asked Dax.

Dax looked up at the clock as well. “I’m afraid not Julian.” Dax replied softly.

“If I only had a day, or two, Jadzia, I know I could break this.” Bashir said as he walked over to the little girl.

Neline opened her eyes, and looked up at Bashir. Even though she was very young, she could tell that Bashir felt guilty for not helping her. Before she had been too weak to speak with Bashir, but Bashir’s efforts had stabilized her enough for her to make a slight improvement.

“This happened to my mother as well,” Neline said with a smile. “Please don’t be sad Dr. Bashir. This is the will of the Prophets.”

Bashir took her hand in his. “Your mother had this virus before she passed away as well?”

Neline nodded slowly. “Yes, my father has it too. But he lives on the Island. I’ve been living with my Aunt Jenia for the last year or so. I hope they don’t punish her or my dad for letting me live there.”

Upon hearing the mention of the Island, Dax stood up and came over to where Neline and Bashir.

“What is the Island?” Dax asked the girl in a friendly tone.

Neline smiled, and then she coughed a little before continuing. “The Island is where people like me go. My father and brother are both there. It will be good to see them.”

Bashir and Dax walked away from Neline’s bed as one of the nurses tended to her.

Dax, looking confused, spoke in a soft voice to Bashir. “She isn’t making that up,” Dax said, “I know, I’ve been a mother before.”

Bashir nodded in agreement. “On Earth, centuries ago, they had Leprosy colonies. Sometimes they were on remote islands. Anyone who was inflicted with the disease would be sent there for the protection of the rest of society.”

Dax shook her head in disbelief. “Why wouldn’t the Bajorans tell the Federation of such a place, and let our science cure these people if they can’t?”

“Maybe their afraid it would upset their entry into the Federation. They’re probably hoping these people will all die before that happens. By then it could all be swept under the rug.” Bashir concluded.

“Why not just cure them?” Dax asked. “I can’t believe Kira would go along with this kind of conspiracy. Why would she? Why would anyone condemn these people to death?”

Bashir shook her head. “I am not sure Jadzia. From Neline’s words I can only gather that her father left her with his sister, Neline’s aunt, trying to hide her from the authorities while he and the son went back to the Island. I wonder what Kira would have to say about that. It would seem as if leaving the Island is against the law.”

“We should take this to Sisko.” Dax said. “He should know, immediately.”

Bashir nodded. “It may not be enough. But I swear to you this,” Bashir said to Dax, “I will not let that little girl die. And I will risk my career if I have to. And I will not let Major Kira, or Commander Sisko, stop me.”

--continued--

 

[Mistral]

Interesting. And it has the feel of Season One, too.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek:
Deep Space Nine
BLOOD ISLAND

Commander Sisko’s office was becoming very small. Sisko felt the situation with the little girl, an unknown virus, and the Bajoran stonewalling, was starting to spiral out of control

Sisko sat behind his desk. Behind his back, on the larger screen, was the image of Admiral Satav. She was one of the Surgeon General’s administrators. In front of Sisko were Dax, Kira, Bashir and the Bajoran Minister of Science; Jerev. He was an elder Bajoran male who, Sisko surmised, was very thoughtful, considering the circumstance of the meeting. The pleasantries were exchanged, and finally Sisko brought the meeting to the point.

“What is the Island, Minister?” Sisko asked directly.

Minster Jerev thought for a moment, then responded. “It is a place that we Bajorans are greatly ashamed of.” The guilt was very apparent on Jerev’s face.

“I understand.” Sisko replied.

Jerev went on. “During the occupation, there were Bajorans who collaborated with the Cardassians. A great deal of these collaborators came from the upper economic classes of Bajor who, for decades, used their power and influence to help quell much of the resistance, and inform on those who were active in it. The Cardassians moved these Bajorans to one of the large Islands off the coast of the southern continent.”

“Don’t mince words Minister,” Kira interjected, “they were traitors.”

Jerev nodded. “This fact was not lost on the general population. Near the end of the occupation, which most people saw coming with or with out Federation involvement, the Cardassians increased their exploitation of our resources, and in a bit of irony, they turned on their Bajoran collaborators.”

“The Cardassians infected them with a virus.” Kira added. “Only those who dwelled on the Island, this Island of traitors, were infected.”

Bashir cut in. “That little girl down there in the infirmary was not a collaborator, Major.”

Kira nodded, “No, but her parents were. The virus infects the children of these traitors, Doctor. Had her parents not sold their souls, she would be living a normal life.”

“Are we all responsible for the sins of our fathers?” Bashir asked pointedly.

Jerev picked up Kira’s line of conversation. “The disease is fatal, there is no cure. It can only be passed through common sexual contact, or through the exchange of blood.” Jerev stated.

Sisko spoke. “Are there elements of your population, with this disease, which are not on the Island?”

Jerev nodded. “Yes, there are, we estimate, nearly a ten thousand or so. Laws have been passed requiring these Bajoran citizens to turn themselves over, and any infected child, for transport to the Island, so as to halt the spread of this disease.”

Admiral Satav spoke from the screen. “This is deplorable information.” She said, almost as if she were scolding Jerev. “These people are being persecuted for crimes that are not only unproven, but so are their children who couldn’t have possibly been part of any travesty against the Bajoran people.”

Kira cut in, “With all due respect, Admiral, the only way they could have gotten the disease is if they lived on he Island, fattened with all the food and wealth they were accustomed to, and protected by the Cardassians for their traitor driven acts.”

Sisko cut in. “Major, if I were a Bajoran citizen living in the house next to yours, and you found out that I had this disease; what would you do?”

Kira looked to Sisko. “I would turn you into the authorities. The danger of the disease is real Commander.”

Sisko nodded in agreement. “I have no doubt that it is. But there also seems to be a belief that those who get this disease are doing so not only for their acts during the occupation, but also due to the will of the Prophets. So, there is a minority population you have problems with, due to their conspiring with the Cardassians, and it is being wiped out and the reason no one really seems to want to stop it is because it is their destiny to die; their punishment. That isn’t right.”

Jerev could see where the conversation was headed. “Commander, Admiral Satav, these people are not being herded on the Island like animals. They are well cared for, and our doctors on the island are trying to find a cure.”

Admiral Satav nodded in agreement. “That may well be the case, Minister. But who is making sure that their efforts are not clouded by the majority’s perception that this virus is the act of the wormhole aliens.”

“You mean the Prophets.” Kira corrected her.

The tension in Sisko’s office ramped up after Kira’s pointed observation.

-- this scene will continue next time--
--continued--

 

[DavidFalkayn]

I don't know...while I do feel your doing a pretty good job in capturing the first season antagonisms--especially the early first season that you're setting it in--I'm not sure about Kira as religious extremist--especially this early. From my recollections of the series, her faith actually grows as the series progresses, but even as it grows it's very much something that supports her and gives her a measure of strength. I'm concerned that she's coming across more as a Bernard Gui or Cotton Mather stereotype and I hope that that is not where you're going.

Stories where religion and current politics play a prominent part are frequently minefields because both writer and audience do very often invest so much of themselves in those area and passions can be ignited very quickly and explosively. When they work, those stories provoke questions and thoughtful discussion on any number of topics. But when they don't work...well, I don't think I need to draw anyone a road map. It takes a deft hand to pull it off--I wish you good luck in your endeavor here.

 

[RobertScorpio]

I don't know...while I do feel your doing a pretty good job in capturing the first season antagonisms--especially the early first season that you're setting it in--I'm not sure about Kira as religious extremist--especially this early. From my recollections of the series, her faith actually grows as the series progresses, but even as it grows it's very much something that supports her and gives her a measure of strength. I'm concerned that she's coming across more as a Bernard Gui or Cotton Mather stereotype and I hope that that is not where you're going.

Stories where religion and current politics play a prominent part are frequently minefields because both writer and audience do very often invest so much of themselves in those area and passions can be ignited very quickly and explosively. When they work, those stories provoke questions and thoughtful discussion on any number of topics. But when they don't work...well, I don't think I need to draw anyone a road map. It takes a deft hand to pull it off--I wish you good luck in your endeavor here.

Yes it is a hard road to cross..but as for Kira? She was the hardest of the characters to really nail, and even some of the time I felt they, the TV writers, weren't so sure how to handle her as well. But I think if you were to compare the Kira in season one to the Kira in season seven, I think she still had her faith, but was more progressive. Kai Winn no doubt plays a big part in opening her eyes in how faith and politics go hand in hand.

Rob

 

[Nerys Ghemor]

I don't know...while I do feel your doing a pretty good job in capturing the first season antagonisms--especially the early first season that you're setting it in--I'm not sure about Kira as religious extremist--especially this early. From my recollections of the series, her faith actually grows as the series progresses, but even as it grows it's very much something that supports her and gives her a measure of strength. I'm concerned that she's coming across more as a Bernard Gui or Cotton Mather stereotype and I hope that that is not where you're going.

I absolutely agree: Kira's faith was one of the things that made her question some of her harsher, more judgmental action. Even early on, it seemed to act as a check against extremist behavior rather than encouraging it. Unless, of course, you think that to believe in the Prophets at all, and to suggest that the Bajorans' account of who they are should be taught in addition to the scientific theory, counts as "extremism."

 

[RobertScorpio]

I don't know...while I do feel your doing a pretty good job in capturing the first season antagonisms--especially the early first season that you're setting it in--I'm not sure about Kira as religious extremist--especially this early. From my recollections of the series, her faith actually grows as the series progresses, but even as it grows it's very much something that supports her and gives her a measure of strength. I'm concerned that she's coming across more as a Bernard Gui or Cotton Mather stereotype and I hope that that is not where you're going.

I absolutely agree: Kira's faith was one of the things that made her question some of her harsher, more judgmental action. Even early on, it seemed to act as a check against extremist behavior rather than encouraging it. Unless, of course, you think that to believe in the Prophets at all, and to suggest that the Bajorans' account of who they are should be taught in addition to the scientific theory, counts as "extremism."

Kira, as I saw her by the mid part of that first season, borderlined on being an extremist her self. In fact, as I saw her grow, it was because of her friendships with Dax, and others, that opened her eyes and reigned in her impulsive side, though she still had it..And yet she also had a polarizing relationship with Sisko that, I think, brought him more to her side...there was a lot of give and take between her and Sisko (the Emissary) through-out that show..This story comes from that time, first season, and at the end she will learn something and evolve...

Rob

 

[Mistral]

Keep in mind, people, that Kira was willing to re-join the failed caste system and try to work in her d'jalla on the say-so of a conservative religious leader in one episode, so the seeds of fanaticism are there to some extent.

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek;
Deep Space Nine
BLOOD ISLAND
(When reading this, please remember this story takes place during the early part of season one of DS9)


Sisko, attempting to bring the conversation back from the brink, spoke. “May I make a suggestion?” Sisko said to them all. “I suggest we send Doctor Bashir, acting as the child’s physician, and also protecting the Federation’s interest in this matter, back to Bajor, and on to this island as an observer.”

Jerev nodded hesitantly. “This is agreeable, Commander Sisko, as long as we are all in understanding that his report, which ever way it goes, is not binding on my government in any way.”

Sisko turned back toward to the screen to face Admiral Satav. “What about that Admiral?”

The Vulcan Admiral thought for a moment and the she agreed. “This is an acceptable mediation,” Satav stated, “I would agree to such an arrangement as well provided that Doctor Bashir is given full access to the Island and it’s medical procedures, so as to qualify the statement that all is being done to save these people.”

“Excuse me,” Kira stated obviously to Sisko, “isn’t this borderline interference and in direct violation of your so called Prime Directive?”

Sisko met her glance with his. “We are all dancing on the edge of the abyss here, Major Kira. Too much effort has gone on between our two governments to allow this doubting of each other’s intent to make this situation even worse than it is now.”

Kira nodded in agreement. Then she looked to Jerev. “Very well, but I would like to accompany Doctor Bashir down to Bajor to protect Bajor’s interest in this matter. And I would like Lt. Dax to come as a moderating influence.”

“Do you trust her to be impartial?” Jerev asked as he looked over at Dax.

Kira looked at Dax, and nodded in the affirmative. “Yes I do,” Kira said to Dax, “yes I do.” She repeated, looking then to Jerev.

“Very well,” Sisko said as he stood up. “Doctor, go ahead and prepare your patient to be transferred to the Minister’s ship.”

“Yes, sir,” Bashir replied, and then the young doctor looked to Minister Jerev. “Minister Jerev, I can tell you really care about Neline’s condition, so please do not take away from this that I doubt your intentions. But I have seen politics interfere with the practicing of medicine before, and usually what is good for patient is hardly considered a deciding factor.”

“Thank you Doctor Bashir, “Jerev said as he shook hands with Bashir. “I trust you will come to the right conclusions.”

Sisko watched at the others filed out of his office, all of them heading to Bajor to bring the matter, to what would be, a good conclusion.

The door to his office closed, and Sisko prepared to sit behind his desk to attend to some administrative work, when he saw that Admiral Satav was still on the screen.

“Commander, if I may make a couple suggestions.” Satav said.

“Please, go ahead.” Sisko replied.

“I just read about your unique situation on Deep Space Nine only an hour ago. Until now I had no need to.” Satav said. “But logic suggests that your, how should I put this, your connection to the Bajoran people is not how I would describe as ordinary.”

“That is very true, Admiral.” Sisko replied.

“As a Starfleet officer, and as a religious icon,” Satav stated, “your actions on any matter pertinent to Bajor will always seem to blur the line, no matter what actions you take.”

Sisko nodded as he spoke. “I am well aware of that.”

Satav pressed on. “That is good to know since our own Federation past is replete with actions by Starfleet officers that not only blur this line, but cross it most definitely. The massacre at Onessa-7 being one, and the incident at Andrews Colony a century ago, being the other, are the most obvious in relation to this situation.”

Sisko smiled, as he did when he was trying to make a point with those who found issue with his unique duty to Starfleet, and his growing importance to Bajor. “Admiral, I understand that delicate balance. There are those in Starfleet who have made their case that I should resign my post, due to the closeness I have with the Bajorans. But, right now, at this time, I believe I am in the perfect position to act in each of these roles, for the greater cause of both.”

Satav did not bat an eye brow. “That brings me to my second point; commander. You’re primary duty on Deep Space Nine is to prepare Bajor for eventual inclusion in the Federation. These kinds of unforeseen events are only going to make that task more difficult.”

Sisko did not like the implication of her statement. “Admiral, as you just said, this was an unforeseen event. And, if you look at our progress, in the short time we have been here, you will see we are progressing.”

“Perhaps, Commander,” Satav replied, “but recent outspoken elements of the Bajoran Vedek assembly, chiefly those comments made by Vedek Winn, might make one wonder if this progress faces turmoil in the near future. Bajor’s admission into the Federation is, according to my contacts in the Federation, far from certain. You might take this into consideration in your dealings with the Bajorans.” Satav nodded quickly, and then the communication ended.

--continued--

 

[RobertScorpio]

Star Trek
Deep Space Nine
BLOOD ISLAND
(When reading this, please remember this story takes place during the early part of season)

Bashir accompanied Neline to Minister Jerev’s transport vessel. He saw to it that the medical equipment the Bajorans brought along with them was sufficient to keep her stabilized until they arrived on the Island. Confident that it was, Bashir was about to return to the infirmary to pack a few last items to take along with him. As he turned to leave, Neline reached up and tugged at his arm.

“I’m glad you’re coming,” Neline smiled. “I want you to see that the will of the Prophets guide my life, my Pagh. There is no better path than the one they have chosen.”

Bashir smiled, it was he could really do. “Get some rest now.” He told her.

The young girl closed her eyes, and Bashir headed off to the infirmary.

--

Quark stood at his bar and crumbled up a piece of paper and threw it on the ground. Odo, who had come into his bar on his routine rounds, and on official business, walked over to the bar.

“Don’t you have trash receptors?” Odo asked, in his usual gruff voice.

“Yes, constable, I do.” Quark replied, pointing at the trash receptor as he did.

Odo nodded. “I see, well, looks like you were aiming way off target.” Odo said as he motioned at the piece of paper on the ground.

“That is why I have hired help,” Quark replied. “It’s beneath me to pick up after my own mess.”

Odo gave Quark a sarcastic look, “I see,” Odo replied.

At that moment there was a large cheer from the crowed at the Dabo table.

“Excuse me,” Quark said to Odo, “I better get over there and tell the Dabogirls to raise the top of her outfits, and show more flesh, so I can get some of those winnings back.”

Odo watched as Quark scurried over to scold the Dabogirls. With Quark gone, Odo slipped around the bar to pick up the discarded piece of paper. Odo read the writings on the paper and realized what it was. It was a proposed gambling line, and the predicted odds, of the little Bajoran girl living or dieing from her illness.
Odo looked over to Quark who was yelling at the women to show more of their breasts to the customers, so as to divert their attention from their gambling. Odo thought a little more highly of the Feringi, who clearly had decided not to stoop so low as to allow gambling on the little girl’s outcome. Quark caught Odo’s glance, and saw him holding the paper. Odo nodded at Quark. Quark nodded back, and then went on yelling at the Dabogirls. Odo ripped the paper to shreds, and deposited the scraps into the trash receptor on the way out. He also decided not to press the issue as to why he really came to the bar; to give Quark a citation for violating the noise levels of the Promenade. Odo would let it slide; for now.

--
Bashir had packed his last few items and prepared to head back to the transport when all of a suddenly Miles O’brien entered the infirmary.

“Hello Doctor, I’m glad I found you before you left.” Miles said with a warm smile.

Bashir smiled back. “Hello Chief O’brien, I was just about to leave. Can I help you?”

O’brien reached out and removed one of the pips from Bashir’s collar, and replaced it with another. Bashir just watched in stun silence.

“What is this?” Bashir asked.

“Well,” O’brien replied, “Commander Sisko asked me to give you an insurance policy, just in case. It’s a transponder, this way we can track you no matter where you are on Bajor.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” Bashir replied as he tried to remove the new pip. O’brien reached out and stopped him.

“All the same sir,” O’brien pressed, “you are Starfleet. And the commander, and I, will not accept no for an answer.”

“What about Jadzia and the Major?” Bashir asked.

“The Major almost took my head off for even suggesting it,” O’brien said with a smile. “But Jadzia said yes after Sisko twisted her arms.”

O’brien reached up and straightened up Bashir’s collar.

“Just try and stay out of trouble.” O’brien added.

“I’ll do my best.” Bashir added with a wry smile.

--continued--