Historian’s Note: The main events of this story take place concurrently with “Especially the Lies,” which takes place shortly after “The Siege of AR-558” (DS9). Chapter One Limis Vircona ran down a corridor, occasionally stopping to turn around and fire her phaser at pursuing Jem’Hadar troops. Her son, Hasin Yanith stopped at an adjoining hallway and fired a Cardassian disruptor pistol in the direction of the two Jem’Hadar, managing to harmlessly clip one of them in the shoulder. Limis clasped the young man’s right arm to coax him to keep moving. The last thing she wanted to come all this way to space station Sentok Nor and rescue her son, only to see him killed in a firefight with enemy soldiers. A Cardassian soldier came at the two of them from the adjoining corridor with his disruptor pointed at them. Limis aimed her phaser, but Yanith felt he had a clearer shot and fired point blank into the man’s chest. The two Jem’Hadar were still giving chase and the two Bajorans kept going. After numerous twists and turns through the station’s habitat ring, they eventually took refuge in vacant crew quarters. Limis entered commands to lock the door while Yanith was catching his breath. His mother had come to his rescue after several months in custody of criminal scientist Crell Moset, but from what she told him, they were far from safe from danger. That much was obvious having to evade security patrols. Officially, Limis was on a mission with six others to destroy the space station orbiting the Dominion-occupied Betazed from within. It seemed like an impossible task, but Yanith knew his mother had the courage to carry out such a mission after similar victories for the Bajoran Underground and the Maquis. Yanith gasped at the sight of an Orb housed on a metal stand in front of the cabin’s viewport. He was always curious about the Tears of Prophets, which appeared in Bajor’s sky millennia ago. Too bad most of them were in the possession of the Cardassians during his own lifetime. And his mother did not believe in the Prophets, yet that did not curb his curiosity about these Orbs. He tapped Limis on the shoulder as she was making sure all the locking mechanisms were in place and pointing at the Orb. “The Orb of Souls,” Limis said, at a loss for further words. According to Moset, this particular Orb could serve as a doorway to parallel universes. Moset had hoped to use a genetic turn-key Yanith had inherited from previous generations in order to trigger the Orb and open a door to a reality where Benjamin Sisko was unable to convince the entities residing in the wormhole to stop a Jem’Hadar armada from entering the Alpha Quadrant. Even Moset admitted it was wishful thinking, but a daring chance worth taking to achieve victory over the Federation and its allies. Limis agreed since rumors she had heard about the Orb of Souls indicated that the Orb could only transport an individual’s consciousness to another reality for a brief period. She wasn’t sure if those rumors were true since the Orb of Time was able to transport her back to the present when she was stranded seven-hundred years in the future. It even transported an entire starship and its crew a century into the past. The moment of awe was interrupted when Limis heard the sound of a laser torch right outside the door. She nudged her son’s shoulder coaxing her into the adjacent room while gripping her phaser. The two pursuing Jem’Hadar effortlessly pushed down the door and raced into the cabin firing their plasma rifles without regard for whether they would hit the Orb box. Limis dove behind a sofa firing her phaser, forcing the Jem’Hadar to take cover. When she emerged from the other side of the sofa, she fired another shot, killing the Jem’Hadar on her left. She quickly dove back the way she came as the other soldier continued firing. He then climbed over the sofa and grabbed by her collar and shoved her against the wall. She quickly propelled herself upright, lunging at the Jem’Hadar. With her phaser out of reach, Limis was not in much of a position to defend herself, but she had to try while hoping her son could now come to her rescue this time. She grabbed both of the Jem’Hadar’s wrists to stop him from digging his claws into her skin. The Jem’Hadar still had the strength to drag her across the room. From the other room, Yanith peered through the door waiting for a clear shot with his weapon. In the midst of this struggle the stand housing the Orb gave way, sending the box the floor and propping it partially open. A beam of light came Limis’s way, briefly diverting her attention from her attacker. The Jem’Hadar used that distraction to deliver a backhanded hook to Limis’s face, which sent her the deck. He then removed his disruptor pistol and was ready to fire when Yanith fired a lethal blast at the Jem’Hadar. “Thanks for coming to my rescue,” Limis said as she propped herself back upright. “No problem,” her son replied. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, son. We need to keep moving though.” She then noticed the Orb had fallen on the floor while scuffling with one of the Jem’Hadar. “First, help me pick this up,” she added, noting the Orb. She closed the box while her son lifted it upright. “Shouldn’t we take it with us?” Yanith inquired, trying to lift the Orb off the ground, but was unable to do so. “Ideally, yes,” his mother answered while surreptitiously sticking a transporter tag on the box, “but practically, no.” Limis headed for the doorway with her son right behind her. The furthest thing from her mind was the bright light from the Orb of Souls.