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Little Enemy
Corat Damar stood alone, gazing out into the blackness that surrounded the ship that had been his home for the last few months after leaving the Cardassian Military Academy. He heard his comrades talking and laughing in the mess hall nearby. They were celebrating their latest victory over their enemy. A victory he also had participated in. He should have felt proud and happy, he supposed, and celebrated with them, but there was something inside him that hindered him.
They had beamed down to a moon near Kelvas VI a few hours before with the order to eliminate a rebel base that was suspected to be there. The moon was a cold and dark place with lashing winds that whirled heavy black clouds of dust through the thin air. Inside the moon, however, was a wide, branched-out system of caves that were warmed by the hot core of the moon and could not be scanned from the outside. They also held streams of drinkable water as well as different kind of edible fungus and a variety of small creatures that lived off of it.
On silent feet they had moved through the caves till they heard voices coming from a cave near them. Glinn Volek, who had been leading the mission, had looked back at him and the other soldiers. Everyone of them understood his unspoken orders and got ready.
The seconds after this were a cacophony of shouts, screams and phaser fire echoing through the caves, till everything turned silent once more.
“Spread out,” the Glinn had ordered, giving only a short glance at the smothering corpses before them. “If there is still someone alive, kill them!”
Damar had wandered through the tunnels cautiously, listening intently to every sound and training his eye to not miss any movement, but there was nothing but some curious creatures flitting away from his steps.
He then reached the end of the tunnel, he had orders to “clean” if necessary and stared outside onto the windy surface.
“I am not going out there,” Damar thought shivering and started to turn, when he nearly fell over something that was half hidden in a little hole at one side of the wall.
The Cardassian raised his weapon at once and pointed it at the thing. “Get out!” he shouted and underlined his order with a kick at the parts of the something that were sticking out the hole.
He heard a whimper and very slowly the trembling form of a little boy crawled out to look at him with big, scared eyes.
Damar stared in astonishment back at the child. He had never seen a young Bajoran up close before, but he supposed the boy could not be older than maybe three or four years. “What are you doing here?” he harshly demanded to know, not knowing anything better to say.
The boy didn't answer.
When the silence stretched on, Damar couldn't bear it any longer. What should he do with this child?
“What is your name?” he finally asked a little softer, not understanding why he had asked such a question. He had orders to kill Bajorans, not to attempt conversation with them.
“Kien Tal,” said the boy in a quivering voice.
Soldier and child again stared at each other, not knowing what else to do.
“And what is your name?” the small voice suddenly asked back. There still was fear in his eyes, but there was also something else. Curiosity?
“Damar,” the Cardassian curtly replied.
“Look what I have found, Damar,” said the boy, and he held out a piece of fungus.
“Fungus,” Damar matter-of-factly said.
“Yes. Here, you can have it. It is very tasty.” Damar couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the child smiling at him and holding his little hand with his find up for him to take it.
He let his weapon sink and took the fungus out of the boy's hand.
“Thank you,” he said, sounding almost gentle now. “That is ...”
“Damar!” The hard voice of his superior echoed through the tunnel. “Is everything clean back there?!”
The little Bajoran jumped at the sound of the voice and hid himself in the shadows.
“Can you help me?” he asked trembling.
“Damar?!” the Glinn shouted again, after receiving no answer right away.
Damar looked at the little face, whose grey eyes stared fearfully and hopefully at the same time back at him. What should he do? Forget his orders and let the boy live? And if he did, could the child survive on this moon all alone as Damar knew he was now or would he just die a slower death?
“Damar?” Kien Tal asked pleading.
“Damar!” The Glinn sounded impatient now, his footsteps nearing.
Damar raised his weapon, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.
He heard the small form falling to the ground with a thump, but he could not turn to look at it.
“Yes, sir! Everything clean!” he called while hurrying to meet up with his superior.
The End
TerokNor
Thanks a lot for betareading Nerys Ghemor!
Little Enemy
Corat Damar stood alone, gazing out into the blackness that surrounded the ship that had been his home for the last few months after leaving the Cardassian Military Academy. He heard his comrades talking and laughing in the mess hall nearby. They were celebrating their latest victory over their enemy. A victory he also had participated in. He should have felt proud and happy, he supposed, and celebrated with them, but there was something inside him that hindered him.
They had beamed down to a moon near Kelvas VI a few hours before with the order to eliminate a rebel base that was suspected to be there. The moon was a cold and dark place with lashing winds that whirled heavy black clouds of dust through the thin air. Inside the moon, however, was a wide, branched-out system of caves that were warmed by the hot core of the moon and could not be scanned from the outside. They also held streams of drinkable water as well as different kind of edible fungus and a variety of small creatures that lived off of it.
On silent feet they had moved through the caves till they heard voices coming from a cave near them. Glinn Volek, who had been leading the mission, had looked back at him and the other soldiers. Everyone of them understood his unspoken orders and got ready.
The seconds after this were a cacophony of shouts, screams and phaser fire echoing through the caves, till everything turned silent once more.
“Spread out,” the Glinn had ordered, giving only a short glance at the smothering corpses before them. “If there is still someone alive, kill them!”
Damar had wandered through the tunnels cautiously, listening intently to every sound and training his eye to not miss any movement, but there was nothing but some curious creatures flitting away from his steps.
He then reached the end of the tunnel, he had orders to “clean” if necessary and stared outside onto the windy surface.
“I am not going out there,” Damar thought shivering and started to turn, when he nearly fell over something that was half hidden in a little hole at one side of the wall.
The Cardassian raised his weapon at once and pointed it at the thing. “Get out!” he shouted and underlined his order with a kick at the parts of the something that were sticking out the hole.
He heard a whimper and very slowly the trembling form of a little boy crawled out to look at him with big, scared eyes.
Damar stared in astonishment back at the child. He had never seen a young Bajoran up close before, but he supposed the boy could not be older than maybe three or four years. “What are you doing here?” he harshly demanded to know, not knowing anything better to say.
The boy didn't answer.
When the silence stretched on, Damar couldn't bear it any longer. What should he do with this child?
“What is your name?” he finally asked a little softer, not understanding why he had asked such a question. He had orders to kill Bajorans, not to attempt conversation with them.
“Kien Tal,” said the boy in a quivering voice.
Soldier and child again stared at each other, not knowing what else to do.
“And what is your name?” the small voice suddenly asked back. There still was fear in his eyes, but there was also something else. Curiosity?
“Damar,” the Cardassian curtly replied.
“Look what I have found, Damar,” said the boy, and he held out a piece of fungus.
“Fungus,” Damar matter-of-factly said.
“Yes. Here, you can have it. It is very tasty.” Damar couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the child smiling at him and holding his little hand with his find up for him to take it.
He let his weapon sink and took the fungus out of the boy's hand.
“Thank you,” he said, sounding almost gentle now. “That is ...”
“Damar!” The hard voice of his superior echoed through the tunnel. “Is everything clean back there?!”
The little Bajoran jumped at the sound of the voice and hid himself in the shadows.
“Can you help me?” he asked trembling.
“Damar?!” the Glinn shouted again, after receiving no answer right away.
Damar looked at the little face, whose grey eyes stared fearfully and hopefully at the same time back at him. What should he do? Forget his orders and let the boy live? And if he did, could the child survive on this moon all alone as Damar knew he was now or would he just die a slower death?
“Damar?” Kien Tal asked pleading.
“Damar!” The Glinn sounded impatient now, his footsteps nearing.
Damar raised his weapon, closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.
He heard the small form falling to the ground with a thump, but he could not turn to look at it.
“Yes, sir! Everything clean!” he called while hurrying to meet up with his superior.
The End
TerokNor
