Final Frontier III story.

[Atrocities]

Cool Nice read. More please. (Great intel source for use Hirogen)

[Randallw]

“The Ocampa are a free people and we will remain so. We have been independent for 1000 generations and we shall continue to defend our freedom from any so called empire that claims dominion over us”. said the head of the Ocampan council.
Kelim paused for a moment after this outburst by the councillor. The Dominion had arrived a week before and the week so far had involved endless debate by the Ocampans. Honestly, the Talaxians had been less trouble, and they had been powerless since the Haakonians had set them free. This councillor, from all that Kelim knew, was a mere 5 years old, there had been Jem’Hadar serving under Kelim that were older. The Vorta chose his words wisely, and put on his most genial smile.
“Now, now, there is no need to resort to diatribe; the Dominion has no intention of infringing in any way the freedom of the Ocampan people. We merely wish to establish peaceful relations. In fact we are anxious to discuss the possibility of cooperation between our peoples”
“Slavery, you mean” replied the councillor angrily.
“I can’t imagine where you could have gathered such outrageous ideas. No, we merely wish to continue our exploration of the surrounding space. Towards that end we wish to establish minor facilities to help our vessels in this area” explained the Vorta supervisor “We have no intention of forcing anything on your people. We offer many benefits should you agree to our proposal, entirely your own decision of course, indeed we are prepared to assist in the defence of your planet. This will of course require additional facilities and equipment, but I can see you are prepared to take any course of action to defend yourselves.”
“An occupation?” questioned the Ocampa.
“Occupation? why of course not, it would be a joint effort by both sides”.
“With you making all the decisions I assume” replied the Ocampan councillor sarcastically
“We are prepared to admit Ocampa is best suited to be organised by those who have lived here so long, albeit in such cramped circumstances” Kelim said indicating the underground city outside the room’s window. The surface was uninhabitable by the Ocampa, the result of some ancient disaster the Ocampa were not prepared to discuss. ”But enough diplomacy, I am sure you are hungry after our long deliberations. I took the opportunity of having refreshments prepared” he said signalling to the armed Jem’Hadar guards flanking the doorway. They opened the door and more Jem’Hadar, still armed, wheeled in a cart of various foods the likes of which the Ocampa, forced by circumstances to survive on hydroponically grown food, were not familiar with.
“I suggest the Talaxian soup. It’s a bit spicy, but we recently gained the recipe. I’m sure you’ll like it”
The Ocampan councillor hesitantly chose some of the food on offer and began to dine.
“By the way congratulations on your daughter winning her school prize. What is she 5 months old? About the time they start to be more trouble than you are prepared for” remarked Kelim. The councillor began to choke on his food.
“Oh dear, I do hope the food is not too rich” inquired Kelim
“What do you know about my daughter?” inquired the Ocampan, a look of shock crossing his face.
“Oh word gets around. She sounds quite intelligent. Surely she will go on to follow her father serving her people well. The rest of your family must be quite proud”
“My family!” asked the Ocampan, shock showing even more on his face.
“Oh yes, they are settling in well in your new house, in what, the Orius district isn’t it?. I must say you have a nice dwelling. I took the liberty of viewing it though one of our ships tactical sensors when I arrived. Not that I am able to appreciate it enough I am sure. My talents lean more towards more intellectual pursuits, Organising weapons tests, commanding the troops under me” explained Kelim
“What are you saying?” the Ocampan asked hesitantly.
“Me, nothing, I am merely congratulating you on the condition of your family. It would be dreadful if something bad happened. Still I am sure there is nothing to worry about. Once you have finished your meal I am sure we can finish our discussion.”
Yes, Kelim did not see much more difficulty in the negotiations. Soon the Dominion would manage to establish their new bases and then they could expand further.

[Randallw]

Note: I am clearly giving away much knowledge of the Dominion, but I do so dislike going for long periods without adding narrative.

For all of recorded history the Bajoran people had given worship to the Prophets. Their entire way of life was devoted to serving their Gods, who lived within the Celestial Temple far from the light of Baha’Vel. Ancient tales, fragmented and mostly lost, told of other races that had once lived in harmony with the inhabitants of Bajor. If such tales could be believed these other races lived in other star systems like Bajors. However Kai Baren, leader of the Prophets servants, held little regard for such fairy tales. Despite the stars in the night sky there had never been any way to leave Bajors system, not in recorded history. Proponents of such ideas had laughable ideas to support their beliefs. Fairy tales of ships with sails like those that plied Bajors oceans, travelling through space from system to system. No, Kai Baren did not believe such foolishness. There was only one possible way to leave Bajors light and that was to travel through the Celestial Temple, an idea that no respecting follower of the Prophets would consider, unless summoned. However, now the impossible seemed to have occurred. The Prophets had descended from the stars and presented themselves to the Bajoran people, or at least their servants had.
A few moons ago a ship, but not a ship as like those that sailed the oceans, had emerged from the Celestial Temple. There had been much celebrating. Surely the Prophets had looked down on their loyal servants for these many eons and had come to take those deemed worthy to dwell in the Celestial Temple with them. Even now Kai Baren, who had no doubt he would be chosen, knelt before the Prophets Emissary. The title of the Prophets Soldiers, these Jem’Hadar, was unknown but some research through the holy texts had uncovered a description of them that matched the pictures he had seen. They were described as tall and scaled like a lizard, but more importantly they were mentioned to be loyal to their gods, gods who could take the shape of anything or anybody, even friends and loved ones. A fact known by all Bajorans to be how the Prophets revealed themselves. These Heavenly soldiers were said not to eat or sleep but instead were created and kept alive only by the grace of their gods.
“Greetings, Emissary. We are blessed by your presence and are prepared to ascend to the Celestial Temple”
The Vorta Emissary, who unbeknownst to the Kai was better informed about ancient history, looked down upon the prostrate Kai.
“The time has not yet come for those loyal to the Prophets to ascend. We however bring greetings from the Founders...of your faith”
“We are obedient to the calls of the Prophets” replied Baren.
“We are sure of it, but for now we bring news from the Founders. They call for you to obey us, their chosen servants. The ways of the Founders may be strange to you but as long as you obey our requests we shall grant our help to your people. We have many secrets we shall use to better the lives of the Faithful.
“The Prophets be praised” exclaimed the Kai.
“Indeed” answered the Vorta, mysteriously.

[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