Star Trek - DS9 Relaunch 04 - Gateways - 4 of 7 - Demons Of Air And Darkness

by Keith R. A. DeCandido

  Not this group, though. Kira had worn the Federa­tion's uniform once, he knew, during the final weeks of the Dominion War and under extraordinary cir­cumstances. But Vaughn wondered how many in the meeting actually knew that, or if their clear and un­flinching acceptance of Kira as part of this very spe­cial circle of officers stemmed rather from the strength of her reputation and her record. She stood next to him, her arms folded expectantly as she stud­ied the faces of the other officers, exchanging nods with the few that she knew, secure in her own author­ity and ready to get down to business. Not for the first time, Vaughn found himself uncharacteristically impressed with his commanding officer.

  For his part, Vaughn knew most of the people in the room personally, including Captain Solok of the T'Kumbra (not a bad ship commander, as Vaughn re­called, but something of a jerk personally); Com­mander Ju'les L'ullho of Starbase 96; and Captain Walter Emick of the Intrepid. A few—Captain Eliz­abeth Shelby of the Trident; Captain Elaine Mello of the Gryphon; and Captain Mackenzie Calhoun of the Excalibur—he knew only by reputation. Some, of course, had more of a reputation than others, and Cal­houn's was fairly bizarre. He had, Vaughn knew, done

  quite a bit of work for Admiral Nechayev's little cor­ner of Starfleet Intelligence. Vaughn had thought that Calhoun was a bit too much of a loose cannon for that kind of work, but Alynna seemed to find him useful. Calhoun was also supported by Jean-Luc Picard and intensely disliked by Edward Jellico, both points in his favor.

  Speaking of Jean-Luc, the Enterprise captain stood in the center of the room next to Bill Ross. Picard seemed strangely unreadable as he surveyed the gath­ering, but Ross had a hangdog look that spoke more than anything to the gravity of the situation. The ad­miral hadn't looked this bad since the worst days of the Dominion War.

  "Good afternoon," Ross said. Gestures and mut­tered returned greetings filled the room momentarily before he went on. "It's nice to know our relay sys­tems are fine-tuned enough to allow holoconferences like this to occur. It certainly beats trying to find park­ing orbits for all of you." Ross attempted a smile, but the joke fell flat. "I'm placing you all on yellow alert until further notice."

  Next to him, Kira's eyes smoldered. Vaughn imme­diately recognized her "gee-how-brilliant-of-Starfleet-to-do-something-I-aheady-thought-of expression.

  Ross continued. "As for why we're doing this, we have a new problem. A few days ago, the Federation Council was approached by a group of beings who identified themselves as the Iconians."

  Vaughn watched the reactions of the others around the holosuite. Some nodded in understanding—ones probably familiar with the two on-record Iconian en­counters and/or the legends that had surrounded that

  ancient, and supposedly extinct, species—others looked confused, still others asked people off-circuit to check up on the name.

  Once the brief commotion settled down, Ross turned to the Enterprise captain. Vaughn remembered that Jean-Luc had always had a fascination for Ico­nian legend. "Captain Picard, would you please de­tail what we know of the Iconians?"

  "Of course, Admiral. The Iconians were known to exist in this quadrant of space some two hundred mil­lennia ago. Their culture and technology were unpar­alleled in that time period but records about them are scant. About a decade ago, Captain Donald Varley of the U.S.S. Yamato determined the location of their homeworld in the Romulan Neutral Zone, but was lost along with his ship when a destructive Iconian com­puter program inserted itself into the Yamato's main­frame. Even after all that time, the technology on the homeworld remained functional—including the gate­ways.

  "These gateways provide instantaneous transport between two points that could be meters or light-years apart. Two functional gateways have been found over the last few years: one on the homeworld, which I my­self destroyed rather than allow gateway technology to fall into Romulan hands; and one discovered by the Dominion in the Gamma Quadrant, which was de­stroyed by a joint Starfleet/Jem'Hadar team from the U.S.S. Defiant"

  Ross nodded. "Thank you, Captain. The Iconians who have come forward now have offered us the gate­way technology for a price. The Council is consider­ing the offer, but it's a bit more complicated than that.

  First, they are offering the technology to the highest bidder. Similar offers have been made to governments throughout the quadrant. Clearly, this could have a devastating impact should any antagonistic or ambi­tious government obtain the technology exclusively.

  "Second, and most immediate: the Iconians have chosen to demonstrate how useful the gateways can be by activating the entire network. Gateways have opened up all over the quadrant and beyond. The Iconians have seen fit to withhold how to control them and have cho­sen not to provide us with any form of useful map."

  Once again a brief commotion broke out, as the officers present reacted to the news. Vaughn scratch­ed his salt-and-pepper beard thoughtfully. That, he thought, would explain the Halloran and all those odd reports of Shar's. And, quite probably, what's happen­ing to Europa Nova.

  "As the gateways came online," Ross continued, si­lencing the group, "we immediately began studying their output, trying to get a handle on how they work."

  As Ross spoke, another figure came in. Vaughn al­most smiled. This was another captain, and probably the only human in the room older than Vaughn himself.

  "We became rather alarmed at some of the read­ings, and so turned the study over to the Starfleet Corps of Engineers. We now have a preliminary re­port." Turning to the new arrival, he said, "Captain Scott, thank you for joining us."

  "It's not a problem," Montgomery Scott said, after giving a quick, affectionate glance to Picard. Vaughn remembered that the Enterprise rescued Captain Scott from the U.S.S. Jenolen, where he'd been trapped in a sort of suspended animation for over seven decades as

  a transporter pattern. In the years since, the man out of time had traveled far and wide and performed a va­riety of tasks; most recently, however, he'd been as­signed to serve as the liaison between the Starfleet Corps of Engineers and the admiralty.

  Scott continued. "Those gateways, to be blunt, are behavin' in ways we never imagined. It seems that when they exhaust their power, they tap into any other power supply that's available. Like pussy willows here on Earth, that seek water and break into pipes to find it. These gateways are so beyond our ken tha' fig­uring out how they tick and stoppin' them will be al­most impossible."

  "Do you mean, they could tap an entire planet's re­sources and drain them dry?" Ross asked.

  Scott took a deep breath. "Aye. Worse, for those worlds using predominantly geothermal or hydraulic power. Their ecosystem could be compromised. We don't have all the figures in yet, but one o' my ships is measuring solar consumption. My fear is some stars might be destabilized by additional power demands. It's a very nasty bit o' business."

  Turning back to the assembled commanders, Ross said, "All the more reason for us to mobilize the fleet. Duty packets are going out now with specific sector assignments. We'll need to maintain the peace. Some of our scientific vessels will be working with the S.C.E. to determine just how severe the problems might become. Captain Solok, I will want you and your crew to begin monitoring all incident reports from gateway activity. If the Iconians won't give us a map, I want us to make one."

  Speaking gravely, the Vulcan captain said, "Under-

  stood. I should point out that it will not be complete and therefore not entirely accurate."

  "Noted," Ross said. "I'll take whatever we can get since it's better than the nothing we have right now."

  Ross then looked directly at Vaughn and Kira. "Colonel, Commander, our scientists have done some preliminary mapping based on the gateway power sig­natures and we've discovered something very interest­ing out your way. We're estimating no gateway activity within ten light-years in any direction of Bajor."

  Interesting, Vaughn thought. Europa Nova's ten light-years from here. Aloud, he said, "The wormhole."

  "We think so, yes." />
  Kira said, "It could be the Prophets protecting this region."

  "That's certainly a possibility. Vaughn, given your experience with the gateways, I want you out there, find­ing out why there aren't any gateways near Bajor. Is it something natural? Is it the doing of the aliens—that is to say, the Prophets?" he amended with a conciliatory glance at Kira. "What properties are being displayed, and can they be harnessed beyond your sector? "

  "You're hoping we can turn it into a practical coun­termeasure."

  "Exactly."

  Picard then said the words that Vaughn had been half-expecting from the moment the Iconians were mentioned. "I was unaware, Admiral, of any encoun­ters with gateways beyond those by the Enterprise and the Defiant."

  Next to him, Kira was giving Vaughn a rather pene­trating gaze. "Neither was I."

  "It was a few years ago," Vaughn said neutrally.

  The mission to Alexandra's Planet had been classi­fied, and Vaughn had yet to be given any reason to disregard that.

  Ross gave Picard a reassuring look. "The relevant portions of Commander Vaughn's mission will be de­classified in light of the present emergency."

  Picard nodded. "Good."

  Vaughn gave Kira a quick nod that he hoped matched Ross for reassurance. Kira seemed dubious, but willing to table any further discussion.

  Particularly since mere were more pressing matters. "Admiral," she said, "we have another problem. Europa Nova is suffering a planetwide catastrophe, possibly a result of this gateway problem. Some kind of antimatter waste field is appearing in orbit, seemingly out of nowhere. We need to evacuate the settlement immedi­ately, and we're going to need the Defiant and as many more ships as possible to assist. The Tcha'voth and the Makluan were recalled suddenly, so we're even more shorthanded. Lieutenant Dax is assembling a task force of Bajoran and civilian ships, but—"

  "Say no more, Colonel. We're aware of the situa­tion on Europa Nova. There's a Federation Councillor there right now negotiating with their parliament, and we received the same distress call you did. Since the Klingons and Romulans have recalled their ships, I've assigned the Gryphon and the Intrepid to be at your disposal." Turning to Captains Mello and Emick, he asked, "Captains, your ETAs?"

  "Two and a half hours, Admiral," said Captain Mello, a short, robust woman with a round face and curly brown hair. The Gryphon had delivered the De­fiant's replacement warhead module over a week ear-

  lier, but Vaughn hadn't had the chance to meet her captain then.

  Captain Emick—a man who came from a long line of Starfleet officers dating back to the founding of the organization—turned to Kira and said, "DS9 is actu­ally on our way there, so with your permission, Colonel?" Kira nodded. "The Intrepid will ren­dezvous with the Defiant in two hours."

  "Good," Ross said. "/ only ask that you hold back one runabout to investigate the wormhole, Colonel."

  Kira inclined her head. "Of course, Admiral. The Sungari will handle it as soon as it returns from the Gamma Quadrant."

  At Ross's frown—at present, only the Defiant had authorization to go through the wormhole—Vaughn quickly explained the situation with the Halloran.

  "Understood. Keep us posted on Europa Nova." Ross then turned to Captain Calhoun and started to detail the Excalibur's assignment

  Vaughn looked at Kira with a raised eyebrow; she in­clined her head, and the commander then stepped aside so he wouldn't disturb the rest of the meeting. Kira would keep track of what was going on while her first officer started getting all the balls that needed rolling into motion. Possibly Ross might have preferred that the highest-ranking Starfleet officer on Deep Space 9 be the one to participate in all aspects of the meeting, but, Bajoran Militia or not, Kira was in charge.

  Besides, Vaughn really hated meetings.

  "Vaughn to Dax."

  "Go ahead."

  "Lieutenant, add the Intrepid and the Gryphon to our list and take the Sungari off it. As soon as Lieu-

  tenant Bowers returns with the Halloran, have the runabout prepped for Lieutenant Nog and Ensign ch'Thane to take it back to the wormhole. And assem­ble the senior staff in ops. The colonel and I will meet you there shortly."

  "Yes, sir. Uhm—Starfleet's only sending two ships?"

  "That's correct, Lieutenant."

  "/ take it there's more going on than just Europa Nova's crisis?"

  Vaughn turned and looked back at the meeting. Cal­houn had apparently just cracked a joke, and several of the assembled officers guffawed—pointedly, Bill Ross was not among those laughing. "Quite a bit more, yes."

  "Well, it's been almost an hour since the galaxy was last in danger of destruction." Vaughn could al­most see Ezri's wry grin. "By the way, the Bajoran Militia has detached the Lamnak fleet to us for the crisis—that's their ten biggest ships under the com­mand of Colonel Lenaris Holem. I've also signed up the East Winds."

  "The East Winds?"

  "It's a ship out of Risa. Cassandra—she's the cap­tain—had some kind of deal going with Quark, but since he's not here, she's at loose ends."

  "So she's agreed to help?"

  "Yup. She's, ah, an old friend of Curzon's."

  Vaughn decided that he didn't want to know. "Very well. Carry on, Lieutenant."

  "Dax out."

  As Vaughn turned back to the meeting, Ross was saying, "These will be some trying days ahead of us all. I want to keep in constant contact and I'll be reachable any time you need me. Good luck."

  Then the room turned back to the default holosuite setting, leaving Vaughn and Kira alone.

  "I've called a briefing in ops," Vaughn said as he followed Kira out of the holosuite.

  "Good."

  "I love you, too."

  Both Vaughn and Kira looked up at that.

  Nog, still standing by at the holosuite control panel in the hallway and now holding a isolinear rod, had heard it, too, through the open door. At the two officers' ques­tioning glances, he shrugged. "The connections didn't all break at once. It's impossible for them to coordinate that perfectly. That was probably a stray transmission."

  "That sounded like Calhoun's voice," Kira said.

  "Well, my understanding is that he and Captain Shelby recently married," Vaughn said.

  Kira snorted. "Let's hope she got the message." Shaking her head, she moved toward the staircase, Vaughn and Nog following. 'Two ships. It's a good thing we heard the entire briefing, otherwise I'd ac­cuse Starfleet of shortchanging us again. Now, though, I'm wondering if they can even spare those two."

  Vaughn nodded as they went downstairs. As the trio exited Quark's, Captain Kasidy Yates approached them. The skipper of the civilian cargo vessel Xhosa quickly fell into step with them as they moved across the Promenade.

  Yates, now five months pregnant, was living on Bajor, in the house that had been begun by her hus­band, Benjamin Sisko, before his disappearance. Vaughn was surprised to see her on the station.

  "How're you doing, Kas?" Kira asked.

  "Fine. I was up for my monthly prenatal with Dr. Bashir—you'll be happy to know that everything's fine—when I heard about Europa Nova. The Xhosa's ready to volunteer for evac duty."

  Nog winced, and looked down at the captain's belly. "Captain Yates, with all due respect—is that re­ally a good idea in your condition?"

  Yates fixed the young Ferengi with a reproachful glare. "Nog, you say one more condescending word about my 'condition,' I swear you will not live to re­gret it. I'm pregnant. I'm not dying. And I'm still per­fectly capable of doing my job."

  Nog's eyes went wide and he stammered, "Of—of course, Captain, I didn't—I didn't mean—"

  Kira, who had a huge grin on her face, said, "Thanks, Kas. Coordinate with Dax; she'll fill you in on the details." Nog looked relieved at the interruption.

  "I'll be ready, Nerys," Yates said. Nodding cordially to Vaughn, she said, "Commander," then gave Nog an­other withering look before she turned and walked off.

  As they entered the lift,
Kira said, "Ops," then turned to Nog. "Safety tip, Lieutenant: don't treat pregnant women like they're made out of glass. I know whereof I speak."

  "Yes, sir," Nog said crisply.

  "Besides," she said more gravely, "we can use all the help we can get."

  "Of course, sir."

  The lift arrived at ops, which marked the first time in days that Vaughn had set foot in Deep Space 9's nerve center. The arrangement of personnel was somewhat different—and more chaotic—than it had been when he was last here. One thing, however, re-

  mained constant: Taran'atar. He stood in the exact same spot in the exact same position on the upper level of ops with the exact same expression on his face. The Jem'Hadar had been sent to the Alpha Quadrant by the Founders of the Dominion as a cultural observer, and it was in precisely that capac­ity that he maintained his frequent presence hi ops. By now, the crew had gotten used to his almost statue-like presence. Sergeant Gan Morr, whose sen­sor maintenance station was right next to where Taran'atar stood, had been most distressed at first, but now he seemed completely oblivious to the Jem'Hadar's presence.

  As Kira, Vaughn, and Nog proceeded to the table on the lower level, Dax, Bowers, and ch'Thane did likewise from their stations. Bashir was already sitting on the edge of one of the chairs, portable medikit over his shoulder, poised as if ready to leave at a moment's notice.

  "As you know," Kira said once everyone had set­tled, "the planet of Europa Nova is suffering a global catastrophe. What appears to be antimatter industrial waste is appearing in increasing quantities in orbit around the planet and the level of theta radiation is rising steadily. We don't know where it's coming from, and right now that's a secondary concern to evacuating the planet. There are three million people on Europa Nova, and they're all in danger of lethal exposure to the radiation within fifty-two hours." She turned to Dax. "Lieutenant, what's the status of our convoy?"

  Dax consulted a padd. "We've got the Defiant, the Intrepid, the Euphrates, and the Rio Grande from