Final Frontier III story.

[Randallw]

The control room was surprisingly quiet. Although dozens of Jem’Hadar and Vorta supervisors were at work there were no superfluous sounds, each operator obeying or issuing commands without recourse to unnecessary chatter or conversation. Weyas, Chief supervisor for the launch looked around him quietly taking pride in the atmosphere. All present united in service to the Founders.
“Launch platforms prepared” reported one of the Jem’Hadar assistants.
“Begin Countdown” Weyas ordered.
“Beginning countdown…..5….4...3...2...1”
.The operator pressed the launch console and nearby a number of Drones launched from their racks quickly leaving the atmosphere and heading directly for the nearest wormhole. Without pause they transited the wormhole and emerged on the other side. Weyas and the other officials observed the relay feed. They were confronted by a dark waste. Once there had been light, assumedly, but all light had been extinguished along with any worlds that may have once existed in the system, when the sun had collapsed forming a black hole. A Dominion ship had discovered the Black hole a few months previously, and although the ship in question had managed to escape the Dominion was unwilling to risk any further ships. This was not to say they were unwilling to lose the crews, for any servant of the Founders would be willing to die if it would advance the Dominion, rather it was simply decided to be more advantageous to use high speed probes to scout the next systems. The probes continued on into the system, taking courses that would hopefully skirt the event horizon and bring them safely to the other side. So far things went as planned. Then 2 of the drones ceased sending data. Meanwhile the remaining drones kept moving.
“Second Aet’atem, What happened? Did they fall into the centre” Weyas, questioned.the Jem’Hadar.
“Negative. Drones were well on edge of event horizon”
“What of the others?”
“Oncourse as predicted”
“Return data from lost drones to 10 seconds before cessation”
Weyas watched as the footage of the drone traversing empty space rewound. Once again he watched as the drone exited the wormhole and edged around the system. There was a grey flash and the data ended.
“Rewind 5 seconds and slow speed to one tenth”
Again, only slower, the drone’s data showed the surrounding space as the drone made its journey. Just before the data was to cut out a form loomed ahead, then the drone was destroyed.
“Again, Rewind 2 tenths and then freeze image. Clean up image”
The Jem’Hadar officer manipulated the image and eventually a shape formed. Surprising as it sounded, and by a quirk of fate, the drones had collided with an alien ship traversing the black hole in the opposite direction. The Ship was comprised of a saucer section and propelled by what appeared to be 2 warp nacelles. Weyas had never seen the type before. A new race encountered and it had cost them 2 drones.
“The Federation” a soft voice spoke behind Weyas. Weyas turned in shock to be confronted by a Founder. Instantly he bowed and stepped back, making room for the god.
“Immediately you are to increase ships presence in this system. I do not want any of their ships to enter.” ordered the Founder.
“As the Founders wish” obeyed Weyas.

[Randallw]

Terik’Tellet wondered what was happening. For all his life he had known only a few rooms, first the crèche and then the barracks where he and his brothers had been raised. Now they had all been ordered to a new part of the facility. A giant hall wherein he and his brothers, along with many other groups he had never seen, were ordered into ranks. Since his birth, he had known only the rule of the caretakers. Apart from his brothers, these older men were the only Jem’Hadar he had ever seen, however somehow he took comfort in the silent ranks of Jem’Hadar lined up along the hallway. He instinctively knew how to speak. He knew how to fight. He knew to take comfort in the brotherhood of the others. He never gave a thought to how he knew these things. To him and all the others this knowledge was as natural as breathing. Eventually the Hall was filled. Terik’Tellet and the others stood at attention waiting. After some time a figure walked up to the podium at the head of the hall and addressed the ranks.
“I am Aset’Telar. You will address me as Honoured Elder” at which the figure paused “I am 16 years old”
Slowly this fact soaked into Terik’Tellet’s mind. At 3 weeks of age he could barely accept that anyone could live so long.
“It is probable that none of you will reach my age” Aset’Telar continued “But perhaps, if you serve the Founders well, you may, however unlikely, one day be worthy to be addressed as honoured Elder”
The Jem’Hadar Elder came out from behind his podium and stood before the assembled troops
“Do any of you think you can defeat me?” he questioned.
“I can defeat you!” called out one of the Jem’Hadar. Terik’Tellet was unsurprised to recognise the call as being from his brother Calim’Kalen. The other Jem’Hadar had, through some unforseen mutation, grown to tower over the others from his crèche. During training over the previous weeks he had slain two of his brothers. His Brothers sometimes joked that his growth was at the expense of his intelligence. Not for the first time Terik’Tellet wondered why he hadn’t been removed along with other Jem’Hadar who had developed mutations. To Terik’Tellet’s surprise the Elder seemed to have been expecting the challenge.

A space was cleared in the center of the hall and the 2 combatants faced off. The giant Jem’Hadar loomed over the Elder, who was slowly limbering up. Terik’Tellet could see that Calim’Kalen had already decided the thin Elder would be no match. His anticipation of victory was apparent in his smile. Soon the 2 combatants were ready. At the ring of a bell Calim’Kalen rushed forward, as always planning to defeat his foe through brute strength. The Elder responded and suddenly Calim’Kalen was sprawled on the ground. The Elder quickly knelt and gripped his opponents head in his arm. Baring strength the others had not expected he pulled and the hall resounded with a loud crack as the giants neck snapped. The lifeless body collapsed, a lesson to all those watching. Standing the Elder spoke
“Witness the price of disobedience. You have been training. Train always!. Unlike lesser races you have no need to rest. While they sleep you can train and fight. But training is not all you need. Do not question your superiors and always obey your orders. Obedience brings victory”
“…and victory is life!” responded the soldiers, their voices echoing through the hall

[El_Phil]

Youth these days hey? So some poor planet is about to get invaded then I guess

Good read

[boran_blok]

El_Phil said:
Youth these days hey? So some poor planet is about to get invaded then I guess

Good read

that is, if they can cross the wormhole

[Randallw]

Nehran had presided over the expansion of the Dominion for nearly 6 years, and in that time had organised the occupation or treaty with a number of species, the Talaxians, the Ocampa, Bajorans, and Betazoids. But now Nehran was having a new experience. A race called the Bandi had contacted the Dominion and actually requested through their own decision a military alliance with them. Nehran did not know if the Founders were responsible, or if the Bandi truly wished to invite Dominion forces, but if they had it was proof of their divinity. The Bandi lay on the very fringes of Dominion space, at the very limit of Dominion reach. By accepting the Bandi plea the Dominion would instantly have access to facilities to refuel and enhance the range of Dominion exploration. Nehran did not pause to consider the option but immediately ordered acceptance of the treaty and the movement of Dominion forces to the new area of expansion. New Farpoint station.

Edit of an old post: Let me just point out here, rather than break the story by adding a post, I just noticed in the game there is a nuetral betazoid AI. When I mention Betazoids above I was referring to the planets of the Betazoid system I found.

[Randallw]

It was a bright sunny day in Jo’Kara city. Many Bajoran families had taken the opportunity to get out into the sun, going to the neighbourhood temple or the nearest marketplace. A handful of Bajorans however instead hid themselves away from the sun. To them it was too important that their gathering not be witnessed, or at least it was important to the one who had called them all here.
“I’m telling you, the Founders are not the Prophets!” exclaimed Teris Surin, the impromptu leader of the hidden gathering, his voice echoing in the cellar.
“.but Kai Baren says…” replied one of the group
“I don’t care what the Kai says” interrupted Surin. The group was shocked. It was inconceivable that any one would doubt the spiritual leader of the Bajoran people. The group had chosen to meet here, in this dank, barely lit cellar, at Surin’s request as they were all his friends. Some of them began to wonder if it had been a wise choice.
“The Kai says he found proof in the ancient texts to support his announcement, correct?” continued the impromptu leader.
“Yes, I was in the temple when the Kai made the announcement” replied Garis Kar, standing at the front of the group facing Teris. “I saw with my own eyes the Prophets emissary appear in a hail of light at the Kai’s side”
“I looked further into the texts and the Kai is wrong, these so called emissaries aren’t from the Prophets!”
“Why would you look further once the Kai made his announcement?” spoke up another Bajoran.
“Does it not bother you that these emissaries come to us to trade for resources? Every month more and more of our minerals, produce and energy is taken by them. I ask, what need have the Prophets for such wordly goods?”
“The ways of the Prophets are beyond our comprehension” answered Kar.
“Yes, and to aid my comprehension I delved deeper into the histories. I searched the ancient texts at the library in Janiza province, and what did I find? Records describing these Jem’Hadar and their Vorta”
“The Kai quoted the same texts. There is no doubt that the emissaries match the description of the Prophets servants” explained Kar “The Jem’Hadar serve their gods, gods that match descriptions of the Prophets taking Bajoran form”
“But in these ancient texts I found information saying that the Jem’Hadar gods, these Founders, opposed the Bajoran people in the past. It was with the help of people from other planets that they were defeated”
“We are all aware of such fairy tales. Such stories of ships in space are only fit for children” Kar admonished Surin. Surin held up a hand silencing Kar. Turning about he pulled out a wrapped package nearby. Carefully he unwrapped the package and to the groups dismay they could see the book was ancient.
“It is forbidden to remove the ancient texts from the libraries” someone spoke up.
“I took this book from the library in Janiza, so that you could see with your own eyes the proof of my words”
Surin explained.
“I don’t think that was wise Surin” Kar spoke up “What if the temple guards catch you?”
“What if many things, what if my accusations are correct. Every day the Vorta emissaries ask more and more from us. Please, just read what I have found. For the sake of our friendship”
“Very well, but the book must be returned. I can just imagine how much damage the conditions here must be doing the longer you hide it”
“Thank you” answered Surin “ I promise you I am right. We must act or I fear we are doomed to be conquered much as the Pah’Wraiths “ at which every Bajoran made the sign of the Prophets to ward off evil “ and their servants, the Adasians, once ruled us”

[Randallw]

The throng pushed and shoved as they cried out their chants of defiance. The area around the Dominion Facility was packed with a huge crowd of protestors. Led by some of the local Vedics they had met to protest the Dominions increasing calls for more and more resources, all the time failing to share any of the knowledge they had promised. Although not affiliated with Surin’s resistance, these people had independently joined to voice their growing displeasure at what they were fast coming to realise were not the heavenly visitors from the Prophets. The throng had started a non-violent protest around the Dominion facility and soon the local authorities not to mention the Jem’Hadar garrison had started to take note.
Surin and Kar stood at the back of the crowd. Kar had cautioned against getting involved, but Surin had insisted it was important to witness the beginning of the Bajorans rejection of their visitors.
“It’s not safe Surin!” exclaimed Kar “Who knows what will happen. The Authorities are sure to put a stop to it”
“What can they do” replied Surin “It is a peaceful protest. Soon the authorities are sure to hear our demands and then the Dominion will be forced to answer the questions we put to them. I know Vedic Barinus. He wouldn’t do anything violent”
“I hope you’re right” then peering out into the crowd Kar continued “Is that my cousin Erin over there? I hope she doesn’t get crushed by the crowd. I’ll just go over and see to her”. Left alone by his friend Surin looked over the crowd. As he had said, the gathering was peaceful. Vedic Barinus himself stood at the front of the crowd, and in a loud voice was calling out to the Dominion to answer his questions. Behind him the front of the crowd pushed and swayed waiting for any response. A Vorta, dwarfed by his Jem’Hadar guards on each flank, had come out and was observing the crowd. When Barinus paused the Vorta stepped forward.
“Come now, there is no need for such a display. If we were to sit down and discuss your quarrel I am sure we could come to a mutually satisfactory agreement to put an end to any disagreement between us” the Vorta asked, spreading his arms wide and smiling. Surin stepped closer so as to hear the discussion more clearly. Barinus had listened to the Vorta’s plea and now replied in kind.
“We do not need to sit down and talk. All my fellow Bajorans have the right to hear your answers.”
“But there are many extenuating facts. Entirely too many to present in such an impromptu environment as this”
“I must say he has a lot to say even if it isn’t the answers the Vedic seeks” said Kar. Surin jumped a little, not having noticed his friends return.
“It matters not” Surin answered “ soon he will run out of his words, and then the only ones left will be the answers we want”
“Very well” replied the Vorta, his voice struggling to be heard over the noise of the crowd. “ To answer your questions…”
“Enough talk!” a voice cried out. Off to one side the crowd had stepped forward to hear the Vorta’s words and now a lone Bajoran had stepped out of the crowd “Leave our world!” he shouted. The Bajoran lifted up a rock and made to throw it.
“NO!” cried out Surin, his words faintly echoed by Vedic Barinus. But the denial did little to stop the rock as it sailed through the air, narrowly missing the Vorta. It may have missed but the solitary act of violence was all the Jem’Hadar needed. The Guards stepped forward as the Vorta took cover. Raising their weapons they opened fire. Barinus and the front of the crowd were mown down. The crowd behind them turning and desperately trying to escape, but thousands of Bajorans were in the crowd and there was no way they could suddenly all move at once. Those Bajorans in the second row lasted little longer than the unfortunate front row as the Jem’Hadar opened fire again heedless of their victims having their back to them. Soon the crowd obtained its own momentum however and the crowd flowed out, the unfortunate being crushed under foot as people desperately tried to escape.
“No, no, no” Surin cried helplessly. He stood rooted to the spot as people ran past, not believing what was happening.
“Surin!. We must escape” Kar said, desperately pulling oat his friend.
“It was meant to be peaceful. We just needed to talk”
“It has happened, but we must leave or they will kill us, just as much as the Vedic and the others”. Heeding his friend’s advice Surin turned and escaped with the crowd as the Jem’Hadar finished off the remaining protestors too slow to escape.