Note: this is more of a deviation of a single person's history rather than an event. In this case, I am assuming that the rest of the other events, such as the Dominion War, did occur, although the person in the story does not participate heavily in those events. The story does take place post-Dominion War and post-ST:NEM.
He was never found. His brother had assumed a career of virtue afterwards. He was in every large incident before the Dominion War. He even fought against their allies. In the end, his brother died a virtuous man, and Earth repaid him by making him a legend. He was set amongst the other legends – Kirk, April, Pike, and Picard.
He had been found by Pakleds. They attempted to fix him. There were other misdeeds, involving pirates, and Orions. The exact memory of those events could be remembered with crystal clarity. In the end, it was the heady life of a pirate that drew him in. The distance between him and his brother grew. He was never found by a member of Earth.
It was hard to say what affected him the most – the attempt to fix him or the second expulsion into open space. That is when the memory began to fail and the chip kicked in. They had ejected him into space and there was another ship involved. It physically hit him, turning him into a living jetsam into the vivid blackness of space. Somehow all the events before the second expulsion repeated itself. He was found by another pirate.
That memory echoed into the halls of the past, if he had them. He had to do things on his own and the sadism became measured. The words carefully applied force rang into his mind. He joined the pirates, any pirates, and any crew that struck forth into space. Borders never mattered to him; just as long as he was in a ship and not outside
The other incident that broke into his life emerged on the eleventh ship that he had signed up for. The leader was a man who had served in the Cardassian frontier orders. The sounds of the metal rang into his ears. The Cardassian man had just eluded a Starfleet ship. The ship was enforcing order in the war-torn interstellar nations of the former Cardassian Union and the Star Empire. The pirate had recently spent time on a refugee world in order to elude the Earth men.
Perhaps the Caradassian man was too soft on his own people. After all they had caused the rebellion in the first place, thereby instigating the mass expunging of their own political and military power. The pirate forced his own people to go through the three tent cities that populated that refugee world. The scars of the Dominion’s orbit based cleansing efforts were clearly in the ground itself.
The Cardassian Union had lost every meaning to the word ‘borders’. The Star Empire had lost every definition to ‘unity’. There were more refugees in that tent that one could see. The Cardassian pirate had chosen his second in command to be in the camp that did not have the Earth based refugee agents in.
When he had first signed upon the ship, those that were human called him a white golem of a man. He had come with good recommendations from another ship, long since eaten up in the war. They called him Blue Eyes, for that is what he was made with. The captain of the ship simply called him Commander Blue. He stopped at a particular tent in that refugee world to lift a large rock in a windy field. A child came up and asked if the Jem ‘Hadar had made the scar on the right side of his face.
He said that it had not been them. There was a recording in his mind that started to play. There was the rustle from them with the invisible cloak. He had methodically shot any movement in that jungle. The absolute numbness of war had kicked in. That action was surgical. He attacked the pipes going into the neck. He turned to the small child.
“It’s the arms” he said, pointing at them.
He leaned back up. The agent of this camp was near. He did not hail from Earth as so much as Mars. He had a tired exhausted look upon him. He did not say anything for he could not. The pirates had infested the world and he was at their mercy.
That was the first time that he had met the agent. He would later see him through the dispatches to the pirate who was forever changed from that incident. He would see him through the letters and the invoking of his name. The pirate would do that, ultimately dividing his crew over what piracy meant – Robin Hood or simply for one’s own gain.
He ultimately killed his captain over that. The pirate was in his office. He shot him as he stood to address his second in command. It was a point blank shot to the chest. One more Cardassian joined the members of that dead nation.
He was realistic. He kept the aid shipments to that refugee world from the previous holder of that rank. Everything might be a jumble in other people’s recollection but for him it was all a series of moments. It was no different from the second expulsion, where the sparks from him mingled with the starlight and odd solar systems. They were all moments with the vacuum of space all around. He would be repaired, of course. There would be passing flickers of memory – but for that moment of all moments – the lights all blurred together, the last gasp of his programming to be alive, and that direct enemy of all – the utter silence of space, no sound, nothing, as he floated. The only sound that came was the direct thud from a space ship, treating him as nothing.
He later came back to that refugee world, still the same person with the scars. He met that agent of a town. The camp had long since dissolved.
"Why did you do it?” he asked, with the town looking healthy.
He shrugged his shoulders, a human thing that he had picked up. The wind was still there. It made pretty noises as the sand grains got into the tarnished bones of his mechanical arm. He noted to cleanse it once he got into his ship. Everyone marched to a different drum. Here he stood, a damaged android with scars to pass himself as a two faced veteran that never healed, with that arid landscape before him.
"There has to be some good in the world” Commander Blue replied.
He was never found. His brother had assumed a career of virtue afterwards. He was in every large incident before the Dominion War. He even fought against their allies. In the end, his brother died a virtuous man, and Earth repaid him by making him a legend. He was set amongst the other legends – Kirk, April, Pike, and Picard.
He had been found by Pakleds. They attempted to fix him. There were other misdeeds, involving pirates, and Orions. The exact memory of those events could be remembered with crystal clarity. In the end, it was the heady life of a pirate that drew him in. The distance between him and his brother grew. He was never found by a member of Earth.
It was hard to say what affected him the most – the attempt to fix him or the second expulsion into open space. That is when the memory began to fail and the chip kicked in. They had ejected him into space and there was another ship involved. It physically hit him, turning him into a living jetsam into the vivid blackness of space. Somehow all the events before the second expulsion repeated itself. He was found by another pirate.
That memory echoed into the halls of the past, if he had them. He had to do things on his own and the sadism became measured. The words carefully applied force rang into his mind. He joined the pirates, any pirates, and any crew that struck forth into space. Borders never mattered to him; just as long as he was in a ship and not outside
The other incident that broke into his life emerged on the eleventh ship that he had signed up for. The leader was a man who had served in the Cardassian frontier orders. The sounds of the metal rang into his ears. The Cardassian man had just eluded a Starfleet ship. The ship was enforcing order in the war-torn interstellar nations of the former Cardassian Union and the Star Empire. The pirate had recently spent time on a refugee world in order to elude the Earth men.
Perhaps the Caradassian man was too soft on his own people. After all they had caused the rebellion in the first place, thereby instigating the mass expunging of their own political and military power. The pirate forced his own people to go through the three tent cities that populated that refugee world. The scars of the Dominion’s orbit based cleansing efforts were clearly in the ground itself.
The Cardassian Union had lost every meaning to the word ‘borders’. The Star Empire had lost every definition to ‘unity’. There were more refugees in that tent that one could see. The Cardassian pirate had chosen his second in command to be in the camp that did not have the Earth based refugee agents in.
When he had first signed upon the ship, those that were human called him a white golem of a man. He had come with good recommendations from another ship, long since eaten up in the war. They called him Blue Eyes, for that is what he was made with. The captain of the ship simply called him Commander Blue. He stopped at a particular tent in that refugee world to lift a large rock in a windy field. A child came up and asked if the Jem ‘Hadar had made the scar on the right side of his face.
He said that it had not been them. There was a recording in his mind that started to play. There was the rustle from them with the invisible cloak. He had methodically shot any movement in that jungle. The absolute numbness of war had kicked in. That action was surgical. He attacked the pipes going into the neck. He turned to the small child.
“It’s the arms” he said, pointing at them.
He leaned back up. The agent of this camp was near. He did not hail from Earth as so much as Mars. He had a tired exhausted look upon him. He did not say anything for he could not. The pirates had infested the world and he was at their mercy.
That was the first time that he had met the agent. He would later see him through the dispatches to the pirate who was forever changed from that incident. He would see him through the letters and the invoking of his name. The pirate would do that, ultimately dividing his crew over what piracy meant – Robin Hood or simply for one’s own gain.
He ultimately killed his captain over that. The pirate was in his office. He shot him as he stood to address his second in command. It was a point blank shot to the chest. One more Cardassian joined the members of that dead nation.
He was realistic. He kept the aid shipments to that refugee world from the previous holder of that rank. Everything might be a jumble in other people’s recollection but for him it was all a series of moments. It was no different from the second expulsion, where the sparks from him mingled with the starlight and odd solar systems. They were all moments with the vacuum of space all around. He would be repaired, of course. There would be passing flickers of memory – but for that moment of all moments – the lights all blurred together, the last gasp of his programming to be alive, and that direct enemy of all – the utter silence of space, no sound, nothing, as he floated. The only sound that came was the direct thud from a space ship, treating him as nothing.
He later came back to that refugee world, still the same person with the scars. He met that agent of a town. The camp had long since dissolved.
"Why did you do it?” he asked, with the town looking healthy.
He shrugged his shoulders, a human thing that he had picked up. The wind was still there. It made pretty noises as the sand grains got into the tarnished bones of his mechanical arm. He noted to cleanse it once he got into his ship. Everyone marched to a different drum. Here he stood, a damaged android with scars to pass himself as a two faced veteran that never healed, with that arid landscape before him.
"There has to be some good in the world” Commander Blue replied.
