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Sutherland: Ties that Bind

Ties that Bind: Chapter 18

“Federation runabout has altered course…” The Cardassian sensor operator on the Linesa reported, “It is now headed for the Tellak Nebula…”

“Just like a vole…” Rejak mused as he tried to divine his enemy’s plan, “Diving for cover. Our sensors will not be able to track them easily in the nebula—forcing us to waste considerable time and effort.” Taking a deep breath, he commanded, “Increase speed. Fire torpedoes the moment we are in range—do not allow them to enter that nebula!”

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“It looks like your plan has succeeded, Commander Hobson…” Data quipped as the Ferengi freighter shuddered under the impact of yet another Cardassian barrage. “Shields down to thirty percent.”

“Thank you, Commander Data…” Hobson riposted, a faint note of mockery in his voice as disruptor beams lanced out from both of the pursuing patrol vessels, “…for your acute observation. Now, we get ready for the next part of our plan…”

“Understood…” The android officer acknowledged. “Course set for Beta Illara Four…”

“Very good…” Hobson replied with an icy grin as he entered the system’s coordinates into the ship’s computer. “Let’s hope the Cardassians take the bait…”

Watching as the Ferengi vessel altered course, Gul Tersel flashed a sly grin. “A good move, my friend…one I would have made myself.” Addressing his helmsman, he ordered, “Maintain pursuit.”

“Into the asteroid belt?” The helmsman asked a look of surprise on his face.

“Yes.” The gul confidently answered back. “That Ferengi ship doesn’t know it yet, but they’ve just sealed their fate.”

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“We’ve made it…” Sam reported as the tiny runabout shuddered violently under the impact of the Galor class Cardassian warship’s disruptors. “We’re in the Tellak Nebula. They’ll have a hard time locking on to us while we’re in here.”

“Just in time!” Maria Django shouted back from the smoking engine area. “They almost knocked our engines out with that last volley.”

“Can you get ‘em fixed?” A worried Sam called back over his shoulder.

Putting out the flames with her portable fire extinguisher, the young Brazilian woman surveyed the smoking circuitry. Sighing, she answered back, “We’ve got impulse as long as you don’t strain the engines, but it’ll take me some time to get the warp engines back on line—I only did a year in engineering before being transferred into ops.”

“Do the best you can, Ensign.” Worf called out reassuringly. “I will see to the repair of the shields and weapons.”

“How’s Jaxa doing?” Sam then called out to Alyssa Ogawa, still at the side of the unconscious Bajoran woman who was the reason for them all being here now.

“She’s still out…” Alyssa replied, “But I’m getting worried about some of the latest readings I got…her heartbeat and breathing are irregular, and her perspiration rate has increased.”

“Should we be worried?” Sam inquired, his voice tinged with worry for his old friend.

“I don’t know…” Alyssa responded in a quiet voice as she looked down on her patient, “I’d feel better with her in a proper sickbay…”

“So would I…” Sam responded before calling out to Ensign Django, “Give me a moment and I’ll come back and give you a hand, Maria. I’m no engineer either, but I did spend some time working with Commander LaForge while I was on the Enterprise.”

“I’ll take all the help I can get.” Maria called back as she returned to her task of repairing and replacing circuits.

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“Some of these asteroids are rich in tylium deposits.” Data noted as Hobson brought the Pursuit of Commerce to a standstill near one of the planetoids. “While the tylium will affect the Cardassian sensors, should a disruptor beam or torpedo strike the wrong one...”

“It could initiate a chain reaction blowing everything up.” Hobson finished. His lips turning up into a smirk, the patrician executive officer quipped, “Why, Commander Data, are you getting cold feet now that things are getting interesting?”

“My feet remain at the same consistent temperature they always have.” The android riposted, and then, responding the human’s dig, remarked smugly, “I just wanted to remind you that, for our plan to succeed, it will require the utmost in precision.”

Not rising to the bait, Hobson, still with his icy grin, smoothly replied, “That, Commander Data, is why you are here.”

Watching as the two Cardassian vessels drew ever closer, Data remarked in an emotionless tone, “Then, Commander Hobson, let us hope that the Cardassians understand their part in our plan.”

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“We’ve lost them, Sir.” The sensor technician on board the Linesa reluctantly informed his commanding officer.

“That is to be expected.” Gul Rejak replied smugly. “Launch spatial charges. We will not play their game by going into the nebula. They will either be forced out…or we will shake them to bits.”

“Dammit!” Maria swore as her head hit the top of the tiny engineering crawlspace. “What the hell’s happening out there?”

“The Cardassians are firing spatial charges at us.” Worf replied gruffly.

“They’re trying to smoke us out.” Sam interjected from where he lay next to Maria in the crawlspace. Turning to the woman lying next to him, he asked, “Can you finish things down here?”

“Yeah…” Maria replied with a sigh, “If you can keep the Cardies from shaking us to pieces then I think I can get us going again.”

As Sam returned to his position at the pilot’s chair, a voice came through the ship’s speakers. “This is Gul Rejak. You have committed crimes against the Cardassian Union. Surrender now and your lives will be spared.

“Don’t respond.” Worf counseled from his position at the weapons console. “They can triangulate on our signal.”

“I had no intention of giving him the satisfaction.” Lavelle replied his lips curled down into a frown as yet another spatial charge rocked the tiny runabout.

“Good.” The Klingon warrior nodded his head approvingly as he swore an oath, “We will not surrender. We will all either make it out together or we will die together.”

“I’ll second that.” Sam affirmed in a grim tone. He called out over his shoulder at the women, “What about you, Maria…Alyssa?”

“Agreed.” Alyssa said grimly as she took out a hypospray, loading it with a lethal cocktail of cyalodin and Nogatch hemlock—enough for herself and everyone else on the runabout—and then set it aside next to her, quietly swearing, “I won’t let them do to us what they did to Jaxa and I won’t let them get their paws on her again either.”

Rushing back from the engine area, Maria declared, “If it comes to it, I’ll die before letting that pig Rejak get anywhere near me, but we’re not dead yet!” Returning to her station at the copilot’s chair, the young Brazilian called up the display. As the warp engines indicators changed from red to yellow to green, she remarked smugly, “Am I good, or what?”

“Oh, you’re good…” Sam quipped, flashing his companion a quick leer, “You’re damned good.” Turning towards the large Klingon sitting next to him, the Canadian helmsman asked, “You ready, Mr. Worf?”

His lips turned up into a feral grin, the Klingon replied, “Yes…it is time we gave Gul Rejak our answer.”

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“Why are we entering the asteroid belt, Sir? Why not simply fire at the asteroids…surely we will eventually destroy the Ferengi vessel and without any risk to ourselves?”

Turning towards his executive officer, Gul Tersel responded, “We cannot be sure. The tylium deposits effectively deflect our scanners at all but the closest of distances. There is no choice but for us to come within close range.” Pausing for a moment, the young gul added, “Also, I would like to try to take our mysterious assailants alive—I have a feeling we’re going to find that they are not Ferengi.” Turning towards his sensor technician, the gul ordered, “Pay close attention to your scans—you’ll only catch them for a moment through all the clutter.”

“Understood, Sir.” The technician responded as he hunched over his console.

“Now…” The gul stated in a flat tone, “We root our quarry out. There is nowhere for them to go. They can hide—but only for awhile—and we will be there when they come out.”

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“The Cardassian vessels have closed and begun scanning.” Data reported as Commander Hobson cupped his chin.

“This Gul seems to be very patient and methodical.” Chris noted approvingly. “Note his search pattern…how he and his partner are gradually sweeping the area. He’s in no hurry.”

“But we are…” The android officer noted. “The longer we stay out here, the more likely reinforcements will arrive.”

“That’s why we’re going to have to get his attention…but do so subtly.”

“I believe I have a solution.” Data declared. “There’s an asteroid with a rich tylium vein approximately fifty thousand kilometers away at bearing ninety degrees. I can modulate the impulse engines to leave a distinct trail. The Cardassians will assume the trail to be the result of engine damage.”

After a few moments considering his rival’s plan and not finding any noticeable holes in it, Commander Hobson nodded his head in assent. “Go ahead. When you are ready, I’ll lay the course in for the planetoid.”

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“No response from the Federation runabout, Sir.” The Linesa’s executive officer declared.

His lips curling up into an icy grin, Gul Rejak replied, “I didn’t expect one.” Shaking his head in an almost rueful manner, the corrupt gul pressed a flashing red button on the arm of his chair as he muttered to himself, “Ah…I’ll miss you my pet…but…I’ll find another toy…maybe…should she survive…the dusky skinned human who dared to threaten me?” Addressing his weapons officer, Rejak ordered, “Escalate the barrage.”

“Yes, Sir.” The weapons officer responded as four spatial charges launched from the warship dispersed, arcing their way towards the nebula, their explosions appearing as orange flashes on the viewscreen.

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Taking yet another reading from her tricorder, Alyssa’s heart skipped a beat as she noticed the sudden spike in her patient’s heart rate. “What the hell?” The Japanese nurse swore as her Bajoran patient suddenly began to scream and thrash about.

“What’s happening back there?” Sam called out, his finger hovering over the button that would activate the Loire’s warp engines.

Quickly injecting her patient with a sedative, Alyssa responded, a note of alarm in her voice “I think it’s Jaxa’s pain implant—I believe it’s overloading.”

“How is she?” The helmsman asked, his voice edged with concern.

“She’ll die….” Alyssa answered back, shaking her head as the tormented young woman thrashed about, “…unless that implant is removed.”

Recovering his seat after the Loire was shaken yet again by the near impact of the Cardassian spatial charges, Lieutenant Commander Worf declared, “They are getting too close…we have to go now.” Turning towards Nurse Ogawa, the Klingon officer asked, “Can you remove the implant?”

“I’m…I’m…” Alyssa stammered, “I’m not sure…I’m not a surgeon…”

Looking with compassion on the Japanese woman, Worf declared in a voice filled with confidence, “You can do it. You’ve always handled yourself well in emergencies and you have learned from the very best. Just do the best you can…no matter what happens…Ensign Sito will understand.”

“Thank you, Mr. Worf.” The young nurse, regaining her confidence, answered back in a soft voice. Turning towards Ensign Django, she called out as she tried to hold down a thrashing Sito Jaxa, “Maria? I could use your help for a moment. If I’m going to operate on Jaxa, I’m going to need her restrained, and I can’t do it alone.”

Catching Sam out of the corner of her eye nodding his head, Maria got out of her seat, “I’m on my way, Alyssa.” Quickly rushing back, the Brazilian woman knelt down beside Alyssa. Struggling, Maria held down the thrashing Sito as Alyssa first tied down her arms and legs and then her mid-section.

Shaking her head at the heaving Sito, Alyssa injected her with another sedative, stating as she laid out the surgical instruments contained in her emergency medical kit, “That should calm her down long enough.”

“Do you need me for anything else?” Maria asked, gulping, as Alyssa grasped the exoscalpel in her hands.

“No…” The Japanese nurse responded with a wan smile, “You better get back up front—they’re probably going to need you there soon.”

Inwardly sighing in relief that she wouldn’t have to actually assist in the surgery, Maria put her hand on the nurse’s shoulder, “Good luck, Alyssa—I know you can do it.”

“Thanks.” Nurse Ogawa said in a soft voice as she activated the exoscalpel. Pausing for a moment to say a silent prayer, she prepared to make her incision as she heard Sam’s voice.

“Here we go!”
 
Ties that Bind: Chapter 19

As the patrol vessels closed on their prey, now drifting stationary in the asteroid belt, Gul Tersel addressed his sensor technician, “Power readings?”

“Minimal.” The technician promptly responded. “Readings and visual evidence indicates damage to the engines supporting the evidence we saw from the trail we followed.”

“Possibly…” The cautious Tersel conceded as he cupped his chin, “Or perhaps our foe has prepared a little surprise for us…”

“Your orders, Sir?” Tersel’s executive officer asked as the patrol ship’s weapons officer’s finger hovered over the button that would discharge the craft’s disruptors towards its foe.

Deciding that the possible rewards coming from the capture of whoever was in the disabled craft outweighed the risks, the young gul commanded the officer in charge of the second vessel, “Tractor the Ferengi vessel a safe distance away from that asteroid and send a boarding party to it. Take control of the ship and anyone on board it.”

His lips turning up into a smile at both the prospect of action and at the glory that accrue to him for securing this prize, the gul commanding the second vessel immediately and smartly responded, “At once, Gul Tersel.”

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Observing the two Cardassian ships through the Ferengi vessel’s viewscreen, Commander Hobson remarked in a wry tone, “Now we see what sort of being the Cardassian officer is.”

Cocking his head to the left, Commander Data inquired, “I do not understand, Commander.”

His lips turning up into an icy grin, Hobson explained, “How he reacts here will determine what we do and the probabilities of our getting out of this situation intact.”

His positronic brain swiftly computing the various permutations, the android officer nodded his head in understanding. “I see. If he takes an ultra-cautious stance he will pull back to maximum weapons range and open fire on us.”

“Correct…” Chris responded. “If he does that, we’ll need to get the escape pod before their fire can breach our shields…”

“And hope that the resulting chain reaction explosion caused when the Pursuit explodes near the tylium covers our escape rather than destroying us in the process.” Data interjected, completing his human companion’s thoughts.

“Precisely.” Hobson agreed, pausing for a moment before continuing. “But if he’s the reckless and foolish sort…”

“Then he’ll order both vessels to close to transporter range.” Data stated, once again completing his teammate’s thoughts. “In which case both ships will be either severely damaged or destroyed in the chain reaction that will result from the Pursuit self-destructing, giving us a clear route of escape—provided we make it to the escape pod in time.”

“Right again.” Hobson affirmed, and then detecting motion coming from one of the vessels on the viewscreen, the human officer’s lips turned down into a frown. “It looks like this gul knows his craft. He’s ordering the other vessel to close with us while he stays back. Now, if that second vessel locks on to us with a tractor beam…”

“That would be the worst case scenario.” Data surmised as Hobson nodded his head in assent.

“Right, Commander.” Hobson replied. “If he does that, we’ll have no choice then but to immediately get to the escape pods and activate the cascading effect before the tractor beam can take us too far away from the asteroid.”

“Leaving us no room for error.” Data remarked. “I estimate our odds should that scenario come to pass as being approximately two hundred thirty thousand to one.”

Shaking his head, Chris managed a wry smile, “That’s why I never play dabo.” Watching as the Cardassian vessel drew even closer, the Sutherland First Officer remarked, “Hmmm…looks like the commander of our second ship is the impatient sort—good for us.” Getting up out of his seat, Hobson pressed the button on the device Tol had given him. “We had better hurry, Commander Data…if Mr. Tol is right…and he usually is about these things, then we have at most five minutes until this ship explodes.”

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“Hail Gul Resev!” Gul Tersel called out in an angry tone as Resev’s ship drew ever closer to the Ferengi vessel. As Resev’s smug visage came on to the viewscreen, Tersel swore, “Why are you disregarding my orders to engage your tractor beam?”

“There is no risk.” Resev replied confidently. “The power readings on the Ferengi vessel are minimal. It is no threat to us.” His lips curling up into a sneer, Resev remarked, “Tractoring it would just be a waste of time. We will board it, restore its systems and then take it back to Gul Rejak as a prize.”

Shaking his head, Gul Tersel muttered under his breath, “Fool.” Addressing his sensor officer, the young gul ordered, “Keep a close watch over your readings. I want to be informed of anything out of the ordinary…no matter how slight.”

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“The Federation vessel!” The helmsman of the Linesa called out as the Loire darted out of the nebula above the Cardassian cruiser. Its phasers and photon torpedoes arcing towards the much larger vessel’s engines as the tiny runabout quickly dashed away leaving an enraged Gul in its wake.

“Pursue at once!” Rejak bellowed as the Linesa quickly recovered from the Loire’s surprise attack. “Maximum warp.”

“Warp engines not engaging, Sir.” The helmsman reluctantly reported as the Federation runabout grew ever smaller in the viewscreen as the voice of the ship’s engineer came through the ship’s intercom, “Warp engines are temporarily off line…”

Maintaining an outward calm while seething inside, Gul Rejak asked in a dangerously still voice, “How long until the warp engines are repaired?”

“No more than five minutes, Sir.” The engineering officer promptly replied.

“You have two minutes.” Rejak rejoined, his voice now carrying a menacing tone, “Or I will have a new chief engineer.”

Grunting at the engineering officer’s prompt reply, Rejak addressed his helmsman. “The moment our engines are back online, you are to pursue at maximum warp. Turning towards his weapons officer, the incensed prefect further commanded, “Fire the moment you are within range—I want that ship and everyone on board it destroyed.”

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“All right!” Sam called out triumphantly as the Galor class vessel disappeared behind them. “We did it.”

The feral grin that had been on his face now replaced by a frown, Lieutenant Commander Worf, speaking from his position at the weapons console, cautioned, “We are not safe yet. Our actions have only bought us a few moments of time.” Turning back towards Nurse Ogawa, the Klingon warrior asked, “How is Ensign Sito?”

Hunched over her patient, wielding an exoscalpel in one hand as she carefully probed for the implant, the young nurse sighed, “Her heart rate is weak and irregular.” Momentarily triumphant, she added, “I think I’ve found it,” only to fall once again into despair seconds later as she cursed, “Damn. The implant is so deeply tied into both her circulatory and nervous systems.” Pausing as she barely held back her tears, Alyssa cried out despondently as she held the surgical instrument loosely in her hand, “I don’t think I can do this…”

“Yes you can!” Sam exclaimed, rushing to the nurse’s side as Ensign Django took over the controls. Placing a comforting arm around friend’s shoulders, the Canadian helmsman gave her a brief hug, “I know you can do this. Remember…you’ve learned from the best.”

Grateful for her friend’s support, Alyssa managed a wan smile, “Thanks, Sam…” She said softly as one hand gently caressed his cheek. Gripping her scalpel, the young nurse turned back to her patient, “I just hope it’s enough.”

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“Damn.” Chris swore as he eyed the two Cardassians guarding the access to the torpedo bay.

“We have only ninety seconds left…” Data observed as he silently counted down the time until explosion.

“Just what I always wanted…” Hobson remarked a rare scowl on his face as he took aim with his phaser, knocking out the guard on the left, “To spend my last moments with a walking chronometer.”

Firing his phaser at the guard on the right, Data commented, an almost wry tone to his voice, as the Cardassian crumpled to the ground, “I thought that you appreciated precision, Commander Hobson.”

Fighting to keep the smile from his lips, Hobson stated in his usual patrician voice, “I do…and by my calculations, we have less than a minute.”

“Forty-five seconds to be precise.” Data corrected as Hobson, shaking his head, led the way into the torpedo room.

“This is our way out.” Chris declared as he opened the access panel of the torpedo that Tol had modified. Most of the interior that normally carried the warhead and its circuitry had been gutted, leaving just enough room for the two Starfleet officers to lie in, along with life support for Commander Hobson. Wriggling into the tube first, Chris lay on his side as he placed the oxygen mask over his face. Quickly keying in the launch sequence, Data clambered in afterwards, replacing the access cover just moments before a klaxon sounded.

Striding confidently on to the bridge of the captured Ferengi freighter, Gul Resev smirked triumphantly as he approached the flashing display on the pilot’s console. Tersel was a fool. He should have taken personal command of this expedition. Now I will claim the prize, the prisoners when they are captured, and the thanks of Gul Rejak. Glancing down at the flashing display, the smug gul looked curiously at the flashing Ferengi characters. Calling out to one of his soldiers, he commanded, “Bring that tricorder here.” Using the tricorder to translate the Ferengi script, Resev caught his breath. “5…4…3…”

“Frinx me.”

“Launching now!” Data exclaimed as the torpedo carrying him and his human teammate darted out into space, racing just ahead of the inferno caused by the exploding starships.

Looking on at the conflagration taking place on his main viewscreen, Gul Tersel shook his head at the sight of the debris field before him. “Resev was reckless.” Tersel declared in a solemn voice. “He acted like a Klingon—too impatient for glory. He should have done as he was told.”

“So why did you let him continue?” His executive officer, a long-time friend of Gul Tersel’s, asked, curious. “You could have relieved him of command or took personal command of the salvage operation.”

His lips curling up in an ironic grin, Tersel replied, “The humans have an old expression…’Giving someone enough rope to hang themselves with’…I believe is how it goes. That’s just what I did with Resev. Besides being ambitious, he was always trying to curry favor with Gul Rejak…”

“You don’t need to say anything more, old friend.” The executive officer replied with a frown. Taking a deep breath, the executive officer was about to suggest beginning rescue operations for the injured patrol ship when the sensor technician called out, “An object has been detected moving at high warp speed. Approximate size…that of a large photon torpedo.”

“Your orders, Gul Tersel?” The executive officer asked.

This is all Gul Rejak’s doing. The young gul thought as he cursed the prefect’s name silently. His actions…his ‘arrangements’ with the Orions…and others… have soiled all of us—myself included. If I had my choice, I would send a case of the best kanar I could afford to those in that pod and their friends on that Federation runabout for all the humiliation they are causing Rejak. A thin smile crossing his lips, Tersel made his decision. I might not be able to buy you that kanar just yet…he said inwardly, addressing his thoughts towards whoever was in that escape craft…but I can do this much for you. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head, “Disregard it…it’s probably nothing more than debris.”

Sharing his commanding officer’s contempt for Gul Rejak, the executive officer nodded his head. “Understood, Gul Tersel. Rescue operations commencing.” Leaning close, he whispered in Tersel’s ear, “Don’t worry, old friend…I will make sure that the log entry records that we detected nothing but debris.”

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I’m still alive! Commander Hobson exulted inwardly as he breathed through the oxygen mask. Lying literally nose to nose to Commander Data, Chris unconsciously stiffened.

“I apologize for violating your ‘personal space’, Commander.” The android officer, picking up immediately on his human companion’s discomfort, stated contritely.

“Nothing you can do about it.” Chris replied, a note of genuine gratitude in his voice. “We knew space would be tight to begin with.” The Sutherland First Officer said as he activated the emergency transponder.

“Thank you.” Data answered back, responding to Commander Hobson’s thoughtful gesture. “If it would make you more comfortable…” he offered, “I can temporarily shut down my systems.”

“No…” Chris replied, “I have a feeling we’re going to be out here for a while. Some conversation until we are rescued would be welcome.”

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Ties that Bind: Chapter 20

“Closing to weapons range.” The executive office of the Linesa reported as the Loire grew larger in the Cardassian cruiser’s viewscreen.

“Then by all means…” Gul Rejak ordered, “Fire!” Disruptor beams and torpedoes lanced out from the Cardassian warship, racing towards the tiny Federation runabout that was their target with the corrupt gul watching in satisfaction as the viewscreen was peppered with explosions.

“Dammit!” Alyssa Ogawa cried out as the Loire shook violently. “Keep shaking this ship like this and I’m going to lose Sito!”

“Sorry!” Sam called back, “But we’re under attack!”

“I’ve got the inertial dampeners set to max!” Maria declared, shaking her head, “That’s the best I can do.”

His fingers flying over the weapons console, Worf announced in a gruff tone, “I’ve fired the last of our torpedoes.” Shaking his head as the torpedoes impacted harmlessly against the Cardassian cruiser’s shields, the Klingon warrior reported in a toneless voice, “No effect,” as the tiny runabout shook yet once again from the near impact of the Cardassian weapons.

“I’m about to remove the implant.” Nurse Ogawa stated as she severed the last remaining connections of the pain device to Sito Jaxa’s body. Then, the young Bajoran convulsed as Alyssa cried out as she reached for the cardiostimulator, “Dammit! I was afraid of that. That motherfrinxing device was tied in so much to her circulatory system that it was taking over the functions of her heart!” Taking the cardiostimulator in her hand, the Japanese nurse shook her head in dismay as the young Bajoran’s heart remained still. “Work, dammit!” Alyssa swore as she quickly readjusted the instrument. Shaking her head as the medical device still failed to work, Nurse Ogawa, setting it down with a scowl, rapidly began to massage her old friend’s heart. “C’mon, Jaxa…we’re almost there…” She begged as her fingers tried to coax her friend’s heart back into life, “Don’t give up on me now!” Then, after what seemed like an eternity to Alyssa, but was in fact mere moments, her medical tricorder beeped as the young Bajoran woman’s heart once again began pumping on its own.

Sighing in relief, a warm smile appeared on Nurse Ogawa’s face as she reached for the autosuture, “That was too close, Jaxa…don’t you dare put me through that again.”

“They’re gaining on us!” Sam shouted as the tiny ship was rocked by yet another volley. Executing a violent turn, the Canadian helmsman sighed in relief as a spread of photon torpedoes barely missed. “If we don’t do something, they’re going to catch us before we make it to our side.”

“I might have an idea.” Maria declared as she got up out of her seat, “But it’s an all or nothing thing.”

The lights dimming as the runabout was shaken yet again, Sam quipped, “Right now I’d say we’re at the all or nothing stage—go for it!”

“On it!” Maria shouted as she rushed back to the engine area. As she popped the access panel, she detailed her plan, “I picked this up while I was in Engineering back on the Ulysses…” she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “…before I got transferred to the Suthy for threatening to punch out that a-hole of a gamma shift duty officer I served under. Old Kalach might be a tight-assed old Efrosian, but he knows his stuff where engineering is concerned. By remodulating the anti-matter flux so…” She said as she worked, “…and recalibrating the matrix, I can give us a quick burst of speed…hopefully enough to get us to our side of the line before the Cardies catch us. But…”

“But?” Sam interjected, cocking an eyebrow as he put the Loire through yet another series of maneuvers that would have left him and the rest of his team splattered against the walls of the tiny runabout had it not been for the inertial dampeners.

“Yeah…there’s a but.” Maria confessed as she finished her adjustments. “That’s where the ‘all or nothing’ comes in. It’s like adding nitrous oxide to the fuel mix of an internal combustion engine.”

“We get a sudden burst of speed…” Sam began, only to be interrupted by his Brazilian shipmate.

“But it’ll exhaust all of our fuel in the process.” She said, adding a final note of caution, “Or it’ll blow us up—fifty/fifty as to which.”

“So, we need to wait until the last possible moment to use it.” Lavelle concluded as he flashed a grin, “Gotcha.” Then as Ensign Django returned to her seat next to him, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, “Thanks.”

As weapons fire once again bracketed the runabout, Worf called out, “The enemy is gaining.”

“How far are we from our side of the line?” Sam asked as his finger hovered over the flashing green button that would activate Maria’s all or nothing gamble.

“Close enough,” was Worf’s laconic reply as Sam pushed the button.

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“Our last barrage almost had them.” Gul Rejak declared a triumphant grin on his face. “Continue pursuit and maintain weapons…” However, before he could complete his statement, the tiny Federation runabout disappeared from his viewscreen. “What happened?” The Cardassian prefect demanded, “Did we destroy it?”

“No, Sir.” An astonished sensor technician answered, “Our instruments recorded a sudden build up of energy and then they record the craft proceeding at …warp eleven.” Returning to his sensor readouts, the technician further reported, an audible sigh escaping his lips at the fact that this time he had good news to report, “The craft has left a matter-antimatter trail that can be traced.”

“Do so.” Rejak ordered as he leaned back in his command chair, “I want that ship and its crew.”

“Gul Rejak,” The Linesa’s executive officer tentatively interjected, “We will soon be crossing into Federation space…”

“I don’t care.” Rejak replied in a grim tone. “We will catch and destroy them and be back on our side of the line before Starfleet even knows we are there. Proceed!”

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“We cannot afford to remain in this area much longer, Captain.” Lieutenant Commander Varok, the Science Officer of the USS Sutherland, now temporarily acting as its First Officer, stated in his usual flat Vulcan monotone.

“I know…” Captain Shelby responded, her lips turned down into a worried frown, “But the Loire and Commanders Hobson and Data still have a bit more time in their window, and I intend to give them every second I can.”

“Understood, Sir.” Varok replied as Lieutenant Atoa reported from his position at Tactical.

“Picking up weapons discharges from the Cardassian side…and…” His lips turning up into a wide grin he continued, “An object moving away at a very high rate of speed towards the Federation border.”

“Notify the Defiant, put the ship on Yellow Alert, and set course for those coordinates—maximum warp.” Shelby ordered as she sat back in her chair, her worried frown now being replaced by a slight grin of anticipation.

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As the Loire cruised to a stop, Sam Lavelle leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head. “Well…we’re on our side of the border…all we can do now is wait and hope that our people get here before the Cardies do.”

Still monitoring her patient, Alyssa asked, her voice edged with concern, “Do you think they’ll cross?”

“Rejak will.” Worf promptly answered. “We humiliated him. Make no mistake…he will seek revenge.” Turning his attention towards Maria, the Klingon warrior added for her benefit, “He will especially seek vengeance against you, Ensign Django.”

“Why?” Sam asked, his voice tone a mixture of curiosity and concern for his friend.

“Because I threatened to cut his balls off.” Maria responded, an evil grin on her face.

“Ensign Django is correct.” Worf interjected and then explained, “By making that particular threat, she attacked what a Cardassian male holds most dear—his virility…his ability to have a large family.”

“I see…” Sam replied, and then turning his attention to Alyssa, asked, “How’s Jaxa doing?”

“She’s stable, for now.” Nurse Ogawa replied, with a frown. “But I don’t know how long her condition will hold without proper facilities.”

As she finished her words, an alarm flashed on Mr. Worf’s board. “The Cardassians…” The Klingon warrior announced in a grave tone, “They’ve crossed the border.”

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“Cardassian vessel…Galor class…has crossed the border, Captain.” Lieutenant Atoa reported. “They will be at the runabout’s location in approximately three minutes.”

“Our ETA?” Liz asked the Ensign Rodriguez, currently filling in at helm.

“At least five minutes, Sir.” The young ensign replied dishearteningly.


“Mr. Tol…” Captain Shelby commanded, calling the Chief Engineer on the ship’s intercom, “I want you to push those frinxing engines of yours to the max. Get me to my people before the damned Cardies!”

“Aye, Captain!” The Trill engineer responded. Turning to his crew, he called out without a trace of his usual levity, “Treasure…Lythwar…everyone…I want every microjoule out of these engines. Let’s see how far we can really push ‘em.”

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“Gul Rejak!” The Cardassian sensor technician called out, a note of alarm in his voice, “A Federation starship…Nebula class…is approaching target coordinates.”

“How soon will they arrive?” Rejak inquired with a scowl.

“We will arrive well ahead of them.” The sensor technician responded with a triumphant grin.

“Excellent.” The corrupt gul exclaimed. “This will make my victory all the more sweet. We will either destroy or capture our prey before the very eyes of Starfleet with them being unable to do anything about it. It will provide an object lesson to both Starfleet and the Federation.” Leaning back in his chair, Rejak commanded, “Maintain current course and speed. This matter is almost at an end.”
 
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