Title: |
The Emperor’s New Concubine |
Author: |
3D Master |
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Rating: |
15+EVS |
Keywords: |
X-Over Star Trek(Deep Space Nine)/Highlander/X-Files, Action, Adventure. (Ties in with the Dark Passions books.) |
Character Listing: |
Ezri Dax, Dana Scully, Evil Dana, Evil Duncan MacLeod, Kahless. |
Summary: |
Dana finally meets up with Ezri on DS9, but soon after Ezri is kidnapped... to the mirror universe! And Dana goes along for the ride! |
Disclaimer: |
The characters don’t belong to me; they belong to Paramount, Panzer/Davis Productions and 1013 Productions. |
Author’s notes: |
This happens in S7 of DS9, in the middle of the year when DS9 is on the fringes of the war and not right smack in it. The events happen just before the start of the ten chapter closing of DS9. |
The Emperor’s New Concubine
The Ezri Quadrilogy Part Three
by 3D Master (3dmaster@telfort.nl)
website: http://3dmaster.1sweethost.com/
Chapter 1: Meeting Once More
The Jem’Hadar attack ship approached space station Deep Space Nine at high warp. The station, already warned that this ship was not a threat, and under Federation control, did not raise it shields or something otherwise defensive. It did signal to the myriad of ships stationed at, or near it that the vessel was not attacking.
On the bridge was Dana in the captain’s seat. Seat? Yes, the ship had been retrofitted by now, so that the Federation personnel more used to sitting could, for the ship just came from a several weeks trip to the Delta Quadrant. “Hail the station,” Dana commanded.
“Yes, sir,” Admiral Ventura answered, and pushed the appropriate buttons.
A few moments later the face of a bald, black-skinned man with a goatee appeared on the little screen in front of her eye. “I am Captain Dana Scully of the USS Enigma. You are probably wondering why we’re coming to you,” Dana introduced herself, looking at the other captain with a smile.
“I’m Captain Benjamin Sisko of the deep space station Deep Space Nine,” the man introduced himself courteously, although he suspected the mysterious captain of the aptly renamed Enigma already knew that. “Indeed I do.”
“I’ve gotten a message from an old friend, to come here quickly,” Dana said, really already knowing she was far too late judging from the date the e-mail message was sent, but still. “I’m certain you don’t know /everyone/ who sets foot on your station, but that’s what databases are for. His name is Darren Abramovic . . .”
“Ah,” Sisko stated, and smiled. “Mr. Abramovic has arrived and already left the station. He left . . . quite an impression on one of my senior staff.”
Dana sighed with relief; apparently he had managed to defeat the three coming after him all by himself, and the bastard had neglected to send a follow e-mail, probably to get at her for not being there in time. He hadn’t gone out with the three he mentioned still on his heels or she would have had another e-mail from him detailing that. Suddenly she remembered something; when she got to choose who she took on her top secret mission, she had recognized a name and where she was stationed. “Captain, there wouldn’t just have been performed by any chance a test with a . . . not quite according to expectations outcome on the wormhole, have you?” Dana could feel the frowns of confusion around the bridge; Sisko however looked surprised, that was really all the answer she needed.
Sisko gave her a verbal one anyway, “Yeahs, why?”
“Oh, just checking, Scully out,” Dana said, and watched as a moment later the little screen showed the rapidly growing, and busy space station.
*****
Ezri placed herself at Quark’s bar and sighed. She ordered a pretty hefty drink, and looking at it, she muttered, “Here’s to Dumler and Lucsly, temporal investigations.” It had been a week since they were here, and it still depressed her. She took a good swallow, and then rapidly put the glass back down as she coughed at the burning sensation in her throat.
“Wrong drink, again?” Quark asked concern.
“Oh, no,” Ezri answered him, waving his concern away with her left hand. “Exactly right, I’ll get used to this.” She took another big gulp and worked it down her throat, the coughs much less now that she knew what to expect. “Just need to drink my sorrows away over those annoying TI guys.”
“Okay,” Quark answered and left her to her devices.
She took another drink, and this time it went down a lot smoother, in fact, not only that, but she really started to enjoy the warm sensation as the liquid slid down her throat and into her stomach, where it formed a pit of warmth.
“Well, hot damn!” a voice called out loud. Ezri’s eyes widened as she felt everyone else take the newcomer in before returning to their own activity. It couldn’t be! The voice just had to be a coincidence. Ezri turned her head to her right, to Quark’s entrance, and her eyes widened in shock. There she stood, red hair in almost the same hairdo as back then, but now in an equally tight-fitting Starfleet uniform. Captain’s rank pins. Special Agent Dana Scully looked at her with an almost lecherous smile. The agent - captain then pointed her right index finger at her, after which she used it to make a lewd - or rather it felt lewd to Ezri - beckoning signal with it, the grin not one moment disappearing. Ezri’s eyes widened once again in realization; Dana was like Darren!
Ezri quickly gulped down the last of her drink, now loving the hot sensation in her throat, and then got off her stool. She walked over to Dana, taking in the sexy woman; she still was, in fact, the way her eyes twinkled, and the way she stood there, exuding confidence, hands in her sides, the smirk on her face; she was even more sexy, something eternal. A moment later Dana’s left hand was wrapped around her waist and she was pulled closer. The captain then said huskily, “If I still look as good to you, as you do to me, let’s go find your quarters.”
Ezri nodded with need, and they quickly went down the corridor to her quarters. Once inside, Dana pulled Ezri into an embrace, pushed her up against a wall and hungrily kissed the girl on her lips, then slipped a tongue into her mouth. Ezri happily returned the favor. After some seconds of kissing and fondling each other they broke apart and continued to Ezri’s quarters. “I can’t believe this, what are the odds?” Ezri muttered with excitement.
“Larger than you think, I guess,” Dana answered, and looked the young woman deep in her eyes.
Once inside the room they resumed their kissing, while they maneuvered herself to Ezri’s bedroom, and they started undressing each other. Dana started speaking hotly and fast, “Ever since I found out about my Immortality I wondered if I would live long enough to meet you again, whether I would meet you if I did, and whether we would be available when. I guess - now I know, I wanted to do this back then, although back then I couldn’t let myself.” Dana took in Ezri’s form as they both finished wiggling out of their panties, then watched at the spots going down her legs. Dana took a step forward, grabbed Ezri’s breasts and wasted no time to start licking and suckling them. Ezri was amazed, feeling her body prickling, and growing moist down there. This wasn’t like her, and oh boy was it ever. A few moments later she was lying on her back on her bed, her hands feverishly in Dana’s red hair pushing her down to her pussy, as Dana equally needily sucked and licked Ezri’s folds, two fingers powerfully thrusting in and out of the beautiful vagina framed by sexy spots.
*****
Several hours later they finally stopped with their sex play. It had been passionate, it had been soft, and it had also been, hard, rough, full of lust. Exhausted and sweaty the two women lay in each other’s embrace. “So, you’re really just like Darren, huh?” Ezri asked sleepy.
Dana looked at Ezri and then nodded. “Yes, he told you stuff?” Dana asked. Ezri nodded. “Good, then I don’t have to explain,” Dana said again, nuzzling against the magnificent joined woman.
“You’ve changed,” Ezri said with a lazy grin.
Dana smirked, and asked, “How so?”
Ezri yawned, and muttered, “More confident, stronger, and you kiss a whole lot better.”
Dana chuckled and answered, “I grew three years older too, then I died.”
“Mmh,” Ezri returned, barely able to stay awake. “Sex with a ghost is a lot better then the literature suggests.” Dana chucked, and then Ezri fell asleep. Dana joined her not long after.
*****
Dana basically had to wait for Admiral Stevens to show up and start the debriefing. Her crew was assigned quarters on DS9 for the time being, and they could roam around the station. So could she, and so she did. She found a quaint clothing shop run by a Cardassian. There wasn’t really any clothing she liked, but she found out he made to order. So she had her measurements taken, and described one outfit, and several pieces of lingerie she liked to surprise Ezri with. The stuff wouldn’t be finished until a day later, and she had an option to improve and reject outfits if trying them they proved not to be as good as she thought they were. Ezri was as hot as 400 years ago, and obviously not afraid of some hot casual Lesbian sex. It was odd, the woman had this eerie magnetic sexual attraction to Dana, and vice versa, she also knew there was no ‘love’. This was some weird attraction to each other on their kindred natures: both over 300 years old, both watching most of their loved ones die and remembering them long after; old-souled friends with sexual benefits. There were differences of course, but similarities too. For some reason they had instinctively known, even four centuries ago.
Dana spent some time in Quark’s getting him worked up, as a game. Especially using hints about Ezri, and more so what they did last night had him practically drooling. By lunch time she had decided to go somewhere else for lunch. After having had lunch she decided to explore the station. After a while she found herself walking some corridor in the back places of the station and got the shock of her life. There was Ezri, cuffed, and manhandled by two men and a woman. “Ezri!” Dana screamed and ran at the group. They looked with annoyance at her interruption and pushed a button on a device. When the transporter effect started Dana dove in, entering the transporter effect. Early in the transporter’s development, computer power didn’t exist to differentiate successfully between two very close by and especially touching people, let alone when the transporter had activated already. As a safety measure, the designers had made so a transporter never tried, it simply beamed both people, and although in this era the computer power /did/ exist to do that, the only safety measure simply continued to be implemented. It was thus that the portable interdimensional transporter took Dana along for the ride.
They appeared in a dark ship. First thing Dana felt was a searing pain on her chest, obviously a phaser beam, but her Quickening absorbed most of it. She lashed out with her right foot, taking a woman out of the fight. A moment later there was another searing pain, two - one in her side, the other in her stomach again. It was followed up by heavy thud to her head from the back of a phaser rifle. It was too much, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
The bound and gagged Ezri looked at it in shock. She had taken three phaser blasts and hadn’t gone down! Then the leader, a gruffy man, with long raven hair hissed, “Didn’t I tell you to put it on kill just in case?”
Another guy with light brown hair insisted, “But I did! It /is/ set to kill!” Ezri’s eyes widened further.
“What!?”
“Look at this!” a green-skinned man with equally green, and long hair said. They looked over as he pulled a sword inside a scabbard from Dana’s person. The Orion pulled the sword out a little bit, and tested the gleaming blade with the tip of his thumb. “AAH!” he screamed, dropping the sword, and looked as the top of his thumb landed on the floor.
“Aargh!” the leader hissed, “Get his thumb and patch it back on.” One guy with took the thumb tip with distaste and dragged the Orion along to sickbay as Ezri guessed. The leader was equally Orion, judging from his green skin, except did Orion’s have black hair? Perhaps he was a hybrid?
“We secured the redhead bitch. Now what, sir?” another guy said.
“We’ll sell both to the Emperor; see if he wants an accomplice,” the leader commented again and made a gesture.
The woman - Andorian - walked up to the leader, and hissed softly, “I knew this was a bad idea. Now we have her to contend with too, it might get us killed.”
“Don’t be so over dramatic, we all knew there were risks going to the Mirror Universe, but it would be a lot less risk then getting the /real/ Ezri Tigan, now will you shut up!” the leader hissed out, turning his voice into a shout at the end. Then he and his female companion pulled Ezri to her feet and let her to the brig.
Chapter 2: Mirroring Developments
Mirror Universe
Interstellar space
Several years earlier
Duncan MacLeod’s eyes snapped open. The sensation was very strange. He got up, automatically pulled out his katana and walked over to where he felt the sensation emanating from. He watched as a figure seemed to drop out of a hole his bedroom. He grabbed her by the throat, squeezed hard, and placed the edge of his katana at her throat. “Well, hello, what have we here? Let’s take a look, lights!” Duncan sneered. The lights in his bedroom blinked on. He frowned at the familiar blonde - and scantily clad - woman in front of her, as she looked fearfully and surprised into his eyes, and around the room to take it in. The room was large, decorated yellowish and green. A low table was behind her, a magnificent bed with red sheets to her left.
An instant later she heard doors open behind her, and a female voice shot, “Master MacLeod . . .” The voice trailed off, and turned sheepish, “. . . there is an intruder.”
“As you can see, I know,” Duncan MacLeod said with a wide grin at the voices behind her and then simply dragged her over to the bed, roughly placing her on it. She was starting to need breath, the little the grip allowed her to noisily suck in wasn’t enough. Duncan MacLeod noticed the device she had used to get here, which was still in her right hand. With a quick kick of his left the almost magical mirror in a greyish case was launched from her hand and crashed to the floor. She followed her device with dread, panic, and a massive amount of building admiration for this forceful man. Looking in the opposite - right - direction she noticed the origin of the earlier voice and her companion: two scantily clad Klingon - /Klingon!/ - women, with obvious cleavage and fantastic muscular legs. They were holding weapons, and were in a ready to pounce stance, which they slowly let go, straightening up again. What the hell were /Klingons/ doing in the employ of a Terran? She would have to reassess this man she chose to contact. “Now, Overseer of the region formerly known as the Terran Empire Annika Hansen, you are going to tell me exactly why you are here, how you did it, why you came dressed like that, and why I shouldn’t cut off your head,” Duncan MacLeod said with a smirk, and removed the hand from her throat.
Annika gasped for breath, and felt some clarity return to her, looking up in the dangerous eyes of one Duncan MacLeod, owner of this moving brothel. With her brain once more supplied with oxygen she became once more aware of the sharp blade at her throat. It was barely touching her skin, but she could tell it was already dangerously tugging at it. One little move and it would slice through her neck like a hot knife through butter, severing her head cleanly. Amid coughs for air, she felt herself growing even more apprehensive; this man was dangerous, very, very dangerous. She realized she liked that. Duncan MacLeod looked over at his Klingon guards, and spoke, “Put the phasers away, and stand guard, on /this/ side of the door.” MacLeod grinned as he watched his Klingon security force obey, and straighten up, even more displaying their fantastic physique.
MacLeod took a few steps back and sat down in his chair. “Now, if you please, I do think you’ve sucked in enough air to speak.” Annika took a furtive glance at her teleport device. “Don’t bother, your head will come off long before you’re halfway to it,” Duncan said with a relaxed grin. Annika believed him, and wondered why he or his security personnel weren’t searching her, she could have a phaser or disruptor hidden away - in fact, she had. Judging from his position, he was obviously pretty certain it didn’t matter. She felt a shudder run along her spine, those penetrating eyes, that jaw with that superior smirk, his incredible physique, which he leisurely showed off - he was only wearing underpants to bed apparently. He had her convinced her phaser really wouldn’t work, and there was something so very sexual about his casual mastery of the situation. How did he even know she was arriving?
“Without them, please?” Annika asked gently and deliberately submissive, she most certainly didn’t want to set him, or his security personnel off, although she figured she could handle the latter.
“Whatever you’ve got to tell me, you can tell them,” MacLeod casually stated.
Annika licked her lips, and risked, “No offense, but I’m not very sure about them. I was an Obsidian Order agent, there can be spies everywhere.”
Duncan MacLeod and casually took her in, still. Annika felt a shudder run down her spine again, this one of sheer sexual stimulation, although the little fear was mixed in with it as well. She was dressed provocatively after all, for if she needed it. Very high heels, stockings, a short, very short skirt - it was sad they had gone from fashion, but she was determined to bring them back, to bring everything Terran that had been lost back - and a top that was low cut and tight enough to show off her cleavage. Her outfit however, was designed in such a way it hadn’t become ‘slutty’, it was such that power and respectability still radiated from her. She knew that despite the fact that Duncan enjoyed the view, he was most certainly not underestimating her, despite the fact that he hadn’t looked for weapons.
“They’re not, even if Dal’nassa was a spy when I took her, she no longer is now,” Duncan answered her with a small smile. Annika was surprised, ‘dal’nas’ was the Andorian word for ‘obediance’, and it was most certainly not a Klingon name that just sounded the same. “Michelle,” Duncan called out.
“Yes, sir,” the left Klingon girl said.
Annika looked even more surprised, taking in the young Klingon, she was probably between twenty and forty; it was difficult to tell with the somewhat longer life span of Klingons. *Michelle?*
“Kneel,” Duncan ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Michelle answered and to Annika’s shock the Klingon knelt down.
“Eat her out,” Duncan commanded.
Annika watched how the knelt Klingon nodded, once more answered her reply, and crawled over to Dal’nassa. She watched the still standing Klingon stiffen, as Michelle’s hands roamed over the others legs, upward. She pushed the flap that served as skirt or loincloth aside, then did the same with the flimsy excuse for panties, and enthusiastically went to work: kissing, licking, fingering. Dal’nassa was quickly moaning, and grabbing Michelle’s head and pushing her tighter against her sex. “Stop, crawl over here,” Duncan ordered. Michelle stopped immediately, Dal’nassa moaned in frustration and put her clothes back in place, a moment later she seemed all business again - security business. Annika watched Michelle lick some glistening fluid from her lips, made her obligatory response and crawled over to Duncan.
Duncan stroked his left hand through the Klingon’s hair, and said, “As you can see, you have nothing to fear from any spies here, there aren’t any.” He pulled her hair at her left ear away revealing a pointy one. Annika looked in shock at it; Vulcan or Romulan! Neither the Klingons liked very much. And the girl, she was very happy in her knelt position, looking up at MacLeod adoringly. She shuddered, and Annika noticed a trail of glistening fluid leak down her legs. She was getting off on it, the Terran woman realized. “She’s the product of a Romulan senator, and one of my whores. Her mother still lives on this ship, she’s still a very good woman, and her father still visits the mother regularly. You’ve got a nice father, don’t you?” Michelle nodded at the question. Duncan looked back at Annika and continued, “You can understand why the Romulan is pretty much in my pocket, if any of his people find out he enjoys regular sex with Klingon women his career is over, if they find out he fathered a child with one . . .” MacLeod gave a shrug and a very unpleasant smile, that sent shudders down Annika’s spine, and these were not of excitement, just fear and being creeped out. “And such a magnificent creature for a daughter too,” Duncan said with a smile and gave Michelle a hard slap on her ass. She jolted, but stayed put. “Back to your post,” Duncan told her.
“Yes, sir,” she stated, all business, it seemed as if the excitement the girl had just felt was gone like that. She got up off her knees and quickly walked back to the left side of the door. Damn, not a trace of being uncomfortable. She was incredibly well trained, Annika realized, getting quite aroused at the sight of this man wielding such utter control over the girl. The fact that this pimp, this absolute ruler of a brothel in space, still sat with the same casualness in his chair, obviously not considering the potentially armed Overseer a threat even with distracted guards, chilled Annika to the bone, because despite several insulted impulses, she was pretty certain he wasn’t underestimating her, or overestimating himself.
MacLeod continued his explanation, “Nobody on this ship, male or female, Terran or whatever is a spy, at least not anymore. Nobody will dare betray me, they know the consequences of such an action will mean I will personally make sure the rest of their lives will be a living hell. Even if a government hides them away in the deepest, darkest, most inconsequential pit in their territory, they’ll know I will find them, and I will /kill/ each and everyone who will stand in my way; even armies and fleets.” The man - who looked incredibly good and yummy for one who had to be at least sixty, or perhaps was this a son? - looked at her with such a cold intensity, she believed he would do it too. Perhaps coming to this man hadn’t been such a good idea after all? “So you can see, you can tell me everything, starting with what that thing is,” Duncan added for good measure, and gestured for her to do so.
No backing out now, she had come this far! “The thing is how I got here. It’s an Iconian device, very much like a mirror. I look into it, think about who I want to be with, and the location appears, I continue looking at it, I get sucked into the mirror, which goes along for the ride, and I’m instantly there; nothing detects the transition, how come you know beforehand?”
“I have a sixth sense, so don’t think you can sneak up on me with it somewhere else than this ship. Now why the hell are you here? And you better make this one good bitch, or I will kill you,” Duncan told ruthlessly.
Annika nodded, feeling reassured by the feeling of the hidden phaser, and at the same time completely not. Could his crew have neutralized it? Was he confident because of that? It was obvious that after her arriving the ship’s internal sensors had alerted his crew. Perhaps they beamed out its power source? “You know Kira Nerys was the former Overseer, and I think you figured out already I threatened to kill her using the device if she didn’t hand over the job to me. It’s a nice asset of power that thing. I suppose you also know I have publicly condemned the rebellion that just started at Bajor . . .”
“Aah!” Duncan sais with a wide grin. “Secretly though you are supporting it, with funding, information, raw materials, am I right?”
Annika nodded, and added, “Over the past years we’ve been building a fleet in secret. They appear nice, sweet pleasure yachts and the like, but underneath there is a lot of firepower . . .”
Duncan laughed, interrupting her. He wasn’t laughing at her though, it was a laugh of amusement. He said, “You wish to resurrect the Terran Empire, with you as its Empress, right?”
Annika nodded, saying, “Yes, I’m tired of being used like a slave, like a thing to be discarded, it’s time proper order returns to this universe.” Duncan chuckled grinning. Annika continued, “Until now, we could make do easily, but now with the takeover of Terok Nor by Terrans starting this rebellion, I require more. I require several people who can safely go anywhere, without being suspicious. You already go everywhere you want to with impunity. And the reasons for your travels are not questionable at all - a lot of people enjoy good Terran whores after all; it’s the fantasy of dominating the dominators. I want you to work for me, send messages around, an occasional cargo run amid your standard cargo, both people as well as equipment.”
“And what’s in it for me?” Duncan asked with a huge grin - Annika could see the wheels turning in his head, and shivered.
“The freedom of your species?” she suggested with a seductive smile.
Duncan laughed out loud, and told her, “Make no mistake, you’re not my species, and I don’t care about ‘my’ motherworld.”
“I suspected as much - how about money, your own planet, rule an inhabited one after we win?” Annika suggested with an even more seductive smile, her eyes shining. His answer hadn’t really come as a surprise, although she was surprised there didn’t at least be a flicker about it, and what did he mean with ‘not my species’?
“Sweety, I don’t care about planets, or to rule one - heck, if I really wanted to, I could mostly likely rule both the Alpha and Beta Quadrants in almost their entirety,” Duncan told the fantastic looking blonde with a grin. *And have every Immortal out there after me, especially the goody two shoes, no thanks,* Duncan thought darkly, before continuing, “And money . . . I’ve got more of it than I know what to do with, no, you want to buy my allegiance you have come up with a better offer.”
“Did you have a price in mind?” Annika asked leaning forward putting her cleavage on display.
Duncan grinned, sending shivers of arousal through Annika’s body. “There are a few things,” Duncan said his grin broadening even more. “You, I’d like to ‘enjoy’ you, and your body on a regular basis - oh, say twice a month, even after your coronation as Empress of the new Terran Empire. Fucking the Empress has a nice ring to it.”
Annika smiled and said, “I’m the Overseer, and then Empress I have a busy job - once in four months, and I get to cancel without notice if something of serious importance occurs.”
Duncan nodded, acknowledging her point, and said, “Once in three months, and when you miss one you’ll have to make it up soon after; the longer it stays not performed, the greater the creative ‘punishments’ I get to device.”
Annika shivered, feeling her vagina moisten more than rapidly. God, she wanted him. “Deal,” she said with a smile, feeling her tiny panties starting to soak.
“There is one other thing,” Duncan said with an evil smirk. “Once you’re Empress, you’ll be my whore.”
“What!? Now listen . . .”
“Quiet,” Duncan ordered his smile away a bit, Annika was quiet, “it will only be two or three times a year, we’ll schedule, and you’ll be advertized as yourself, with the impression you’re a look-a-like. It could be one customer, could be a few spread over the night, or it could be a gang bang. That’s all up to me, it’ll stay special.”
“I thought you had enough money?” Annika asked bitterly.
Duncan grinned, and said, “This isn’t about money, I want to see the Empress work as my whore. I want to see people fucking the actual Empress when they think you’re a look-a-like, nobody will ever know it’s you.”
“Never,” Annika stated resolutely.
Duncan’s grin disappeared and gestured to her device, “Then get out of here, there’s no negotiation.” He saw Annika’s hesitation, and finished, “It’s really a question on just how much you want to restore the Empire, isn’t it? You might find others, but you also know I’m the best for the job. Nobody dares attack or stop me; thirty years ago the newly appointed Andorian Intendant had me hunted down. He tried to destroy me, because in his new position, he didn’t like me having dirt on him for being my customer. When they did, I sent all the dirt I had on him, and everyone who might have had part in the attack across the public net. He was disgraced and resigned, others stopped the attack for fear I would send the stuff on them out as well, which they were right about. If I were going to die, /all/ that I have will be sent out. They won’t /dare/ to ever try to stop or attack me again; although the people below don’t really know who I am, who sent the dirt out, and who made it. /That/ is why you want me to work for you; so how much is the rebuilding of the Terran Empire and being its first Empress worth to you?”
Annika hesitated. As assassin and spy in the Obsidian Order she was taught how valuable a bargaining chip sex was. She was also taught it was a double edged sword, and one better made sure one was wearing armor, while the one you were using it on was unprotected. She felt naked, and as if Duncan had doubled over the blade so /both/ edges were pointing at her. Although people were required to occasionally give him a favor, she also knew Duncan MacLeod had never betrayed anyone who he had dirt on, unless they betrayed him first. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the ruthlessness to do it, it was just that double-edged sword again. If he simply started using the dirt without impunity, then sooner or later all that were left that he had dirt on knew their days were numbered, and the best hope they had was taking him out before he could use it, and if not, at least take him down with them. She had done her homework. With this decision, she’d basically be his, belong to him, even while she ruled the Terran Empire and more if all went well. “Deal,” she said, feeling herself grow aroused.
Duncan MacLeod grinned deeper and the door slid open. A Vulcan woman wearing a collar and a dress showing a lot of skin entered. She had long wavy raven hair, and held a PADD. “The contract,” Duncan MacLeod gestured with a grin to the PADD as the Vulcan handed it to her. Annika looked surprised. “She’s my bond mate; T’Lerra, I took her just over a decade ago. I made her see it was illogical to defy me, and kept her with me till she went into Pon Farr. I can command her with a single thought, she’s a little jealous of you now.” Duncan didn’t do anything, but T’Lerra gave a momentary darker look, and then walked out.
Annika read over the contact, and swallowed when she read ‘the right to record everything that happens while on board, or in the employ of employer’. She looked up for a moment, and he smiled at her. She finished reading and put her thumb against the correct square. Duncan took the PADD from her and did the same, sealing the deal.
Duncan grinned deeply, and said, “Well, I think it’s time for our first payment.” He put the PADD aside and gestured to his crotch. Annika swallowed and got up. “Crawl, baby,” Duncan said with a lecherous grin. She obeyed and crawled over, pulling the underwear aside and taking in his half-limp penis. Oh, my! She was going to enjoy this. She pulled his member forward a bit, and licked the underside once and then engulfed the head, suckling gently. She dipped down, letting her lips slide around the shaft, feeling the blood beating in his veins as his cock grew rapidly fully erect. He let out a groan as her expert lips stimulated him. When the tip reached the back of her mouth, she felt his hand at the back of her hair, grabbed it tightly, and without question or warning forced her further down. Annika gagged at the sudden roughness, gulping noisily with some difficulty, but soon her lips were wrapped around the base of his hardness, and she sucked with relish. She used her throat muscles to massage his rod further, while she snaked out her tongue to lick his ball sack. She pulled it back in and licked and slithered her tongue around the fantastic-tasting, erect penis. She curled her tongue hungrily around it, sucking while Duncan’s forceful hand kept her down below, forcing her too breath through her nose with delicious difficulty. The Obsidian Order had taught her well, and she always kind of enjoyed this.
Finally he pulled her head up, and tightened her lips, sucking harder along the shaft, feeling and tasting all the veins. She moved her hands, both were at his hips. Her right went down to his balls and started massaging them, while her left went down her own body. She slipped it into her drenched panties, and started massaging her slimy clit and slit. Once at the tip of his erection he pulled her head back a little, and she dutifully opened her lust-dazed eyes and looked submissively into his eyes. Duncan smiled superiorly; her fantastic lips looked and felt amazing, her tongue was the one of an artist. “I see you are well-trained, Overseer,” Duncan told her with a grin, and saw a shudder move through her body at his praise. Then he forced her down again, without mercy. Annika loved it, feeling his strength, giving herself fully to him. He held her there again, while she worked her best to please him, and her best was nowhere poor. As she flicked her clit she continued to make eye contact, and sucked with greater relish. Duncan groaned with approval and pulled her back up again. He quickly forced her down, and then pulled her up, slowly, but steadily increasing the speed.
Annika moaned with pleasure at what he was doing. It was quickly more difficult to keep up, but she loved the challenge. She sucked with everything she had, containing his cock, loving the way her lips and face bumped against the root of his hardness, and how his tip collided with the back of her throat before being swallowed lower, giving her the occasional gag reflex she needed to force away. While it went on, she continued to try to keep eye contact, which was hit and miss, her mouth was quickly filling with saliva in order to keep servicing the pounding tool. Thus having her head bobbed up and down she was quickly reaching orgasm. So was Duncan, the sensation of her enthusiastic lips and tongue stimulating him everywhere was amazing. Her reddened face from the limited oxygen intake looked amazing, especially with her lust-filled eyes looking at him. He pulled her head up one last time, her sucking was undeniable and he climaxed.
Spurt after spurt of delicious, salty fluid erupted from his cock head, to land on Annika’s tongue and quickly filled her mouth. When she swallowed the first time, she climaxed - a small, mini-orgasm burned through her body, and she increased the flicking of her fingers on her clit and in her pussy. She continued to shudder in orgasm as more spurts of cum filled her mouth, making her swallow more of the tasty slime down. On occasion a shudder made her miss a swallow and some of it leaked out her mouth, a bit sliding down Duncan’s shaft. With a final groan he squirted one last cum blast in her mouth, and relaxed, letting go of her hair and head. “Oh, god, you’re good, real good, Overseer,” he commented with a satisfied smile. Annika gave a shudder; she was the powerful Overseer and doing this. She swallowed down the last of his cum. She released his balls and scooped up the cum on her chin that had spilled out, even as she snaked out her tongue to get the sperm on and above her upper lip. She continued fiddling her clit while she did this, and when she was finished she took his softening cock back in her mouth, sucking the head clean for a moment. Then she released it, and licked up the come from his shaft, the sucking the head again until none of it remained.
“Now here’s a good Overseer girl, you can learn something from her,” Duncan commented, smiling at the still horny Annika. Annika looked around, and was shocked to realize and remember the two Klingon security officers slash whores were still present. Duncan remembered Annika’s reaction to Michelle, and so he said, “Dal’nassa, leave us.”
“Yes, sir,” the woman said and left the room.
“Take off your clothes, Annika,” Duncan ordered. Annika swallowed and started pulling of her clothes. She quickly quenched her nervousness. This was the path she had chosen - to become Empress. She wiggled out of her skirt, and then was about to pull of her panties. Duncan made a halt-gesture, and she did. She felt herself flush with embarrassment as MacLeod examined her crotch, and she felt Michelle’s eyes burning on her backside. Especially when she realized why, her inner thighs were undoubtedly glistening with her juices and her panties were drenched. He ordered the panties off with a simple downward flick of his right index finger, and she did. Once naked, the brothel owner took her in. Lovely, large, but not too large breasts, that were perky, but hung just enough to prove they were real. A taut stomach, and shaven, glistening pussy lips, a triangle of hair above it, the point below matted slightly with her fluid.“Sit down on the bed, foot end,” he then ordered and she walked over and sat down.
“Well, Michelle, would you like to show the Overseer your allegiance and appreciation?” Duncan asked with a hot grin.
“Yes, sir,” Michelle said and walked forward taking his cue. Annika looked, getting hotter and hotter at the prospect. The girl was gorgeous, all curves, and a Romulan-Klingon hybrid! Such unnatural and awesome combination. Michelle herself knew about her no-no origin. It turned her on to know how she was conceived, that it was all her master’s idea and that was it; he was her creator, she was his idea, his insistence she got the degrading Terran name, she was his: utterly and completely, body mind and soul. MacLeod had once told her of how her mother had protested to first sex with a Romulan, later more so her conception and the genetic engineering to her ovaries to make them compatible with Romulan seed, but he had simply told her to do it and that was it, and her mother had obeyed. She also knew her mother felt degraded whenever she had sex with Romulans, and more so the three children, all from the same father as herself, and how much it turned her mother on, and how hard she came whenever she did. She herself was equally well-trained, equally his possession, and it never ceased to be a turn on, and a source for her masturbation sessions. The fact that both the Romulans as well as the Klingons frowned upon lesbians and lesbian sex, made it one of the hottest things to do for her. And more so, now it was a Terran woman, a species both her genetical ancestry hated with a passion. Defy all of her cultural heritages, just because her master wanted her to.
She reached the Overseer, with her incredible golden locks - natural judging by the color below - and was already drenched over what she was going to do. She bent forward and kissed Annika hungrily, her tongue plunging in the other woman’s mouth and tasting MacLeod there - she shuddered at the concept. Once she judged she had kissed enough she went down, kissing and licking across Annika’s magnificent skin and breasts, making the blonde moan with desire and approval. Further down, to her belly button and then she knelt down between Annika’s legs. Amazingly to Michelle, her Klingon blood boiled - Klingons were aggressive, the females usually dominant in the bedroom if not in real life, and here she was kneeling down in utter submissiveness to a Terran female, on behest of her Terran master. She dove in with desire, tasting the Terran beauty’s vagina, sweet, salty, delicious wetness coated her tongue with ever lick.
Annika moaned, feeling incredibly aroused at the expert Romulan-Klingon cunt licking. She pushed the girl’s long, curly hair aside, revealing the pointy ears. She grabbed the girl’s hair tightly, her wrists against the points of her, forcing her powerfully against her vagina. She felt Michelle’s eagerness to please, her enjoyment at being dominated by a Terran female. Her ministrations increased in frequency and power, making Annika groan and rapidly grow toward her orgasm. This was the way it meant to be: Terrans at the head of the food chain. It felt so damn good to dominate the Romulan-Klingon whore. She could feel the strength and power in the girl’s arms and fingers that had been caressing her, holding her at her waist, but were now working on her pussy, knowing that she was much stronger than her, but she held the power she willingly gave up to her. The slick, velvet tongue with slight ribs on it, a perfect blend of the soft Romulan and rough Klingon tongues was driving Annika wild. She bucked against Michelle’s mouth, pushing her head as forcefully against her as possible, not caring about the girl’s oxygen needs, and groaning and moaning as her climax rushed closer. A few moments later it happened. Annika screamed out, arching her back, instinctively forcing her pussy against Michelle with everything she had. Pleasure burned through her, as her love hole gushed some juices out into Michelle’s mouth and onto her face.
The blonde Overseer rode out her orgasm, bucking powerfully against Michelle’s face, holding her head tightly. With several satisfied groans, each accompanying a buck from her lower body, she finished, and then collapsed backward, letting go of her companion’s head. She breathed heavily, regaining her breath, and moaned as she felt the half-Klingon continue to nuzzle her cunt. Annika quickly regained interest, and ordered, “Take off your clothes, you Romulan-Klingon slut.”
Michelle shuddered at the degrading title, and MacLeod watched with interest. He was rock hard again, but wanted to see what Annika was going to do. Michelle stood up, and disrobed quickly, her crotch area as sticky as Annika’s. The blonde took the dark-skinned Romulan-Klingon in: fantastic muscles, fantastic curves, and a fantastic fully shaven vagina. “Sit down on the floor, head on the bed, back to the bed,” Annika ordered, getting off the bed herself. Michelle quickly obeyed, and put herself how Annika wanted her. The blonde gave a quick look to MacLeod who gave a quick nod. Annika grabbed the girl’s nipples, pulled and twisted them. Michelle winced in pain, sucking in breath, but apart from a quick moan she made no sound. Annika was pleased at that and held her nipples painfully twisted for a few seconds. Annika then ordered, “Hands flat on the floor, and no moving until I tell you to, whore. /No/ touching yourself.” Annika twisted the nipples more roughly, making Michelle gave a tiny shriek of pain, “Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Michelle whimpered, placing her hands tightly on the floor.
Annika nodded satisfactorily and let her nipples go. She grabbed Michelle’s hair, leaned against the bed and grinded her pussy into Michelle’s face. She didn’t need to order, the half-Romulan quickly resumed her previous activity of eating her out. Annika groaned, Michelle was one hell of pussy eater, and she always felt incredible in command. When she first took over as Overseer, her ideas had been modest, but she quickly realized what a rush it was wielding power - but more importantly, wielding justly while gaining a few benefits, sexual included. She ground her pussy hard into Michelle’s face, her clit against the tip of her nose on more then one occasion while Michelle did her oral duty. “That’s it, you dirty slut, work it,” Annika said, looking down into the girl’s eyes with a superior look, “I know you love it, Romulan-Klingon whore. Harder, you can do better than this.” Annika felt the incredible tongue lips work harder, her pleasure growing. She saw Michelle’s lust-glazed eyes, and the flushed look of her face, the moans coming from deep within her stomach. “You’re going to come, aren’t you, you filthy, hybrid slut. You’re such a disgusting pig,” Annika hissed, and she saw Michelle’s eyes twist back in her eye sockets as ground her pussy against the girl’s face. Michelle moaned loudly, then groaned and shuddered in orgasm, then shuddered more and more as her body exploded with the pleasure. “I knew it, you slut, climax just from eating out a Terran female. You really are the lowest, little fuck toy around, aren’t you?” Annika asked harshly, making Michelle shudder again. “Keep licking, slut, eat me out!” the blonde ordered, hungry for her fast approaching orgasm.
“Stop.”
Annika moaned in frustration as Michelle immediately stopped at MacLeod’s demand. She moved her pussy back and forth involuntarily, and then heard Duncan order, “Alright, Overseer, crawl onto the bed, on your hands and knees.”
Annika quickly did, arching her back, and presenting her ass. Duncan wasted no time and climbing behind her, grabbing her sides and plunging powerfully into her cunt. Annika groaned out with the suddenness, enjoying it. Duncan fucked her hard and deep. She felt her cunt gripping his cock shaft, giving her delicious friction. Her inner flesh loved how the intruder slid alongside her walls, stretching her a little. “Oah!” she exclaimed in pleasure, as his tip first pounded against her cervix, stretching it a little. Soon after she came loudly, pleasure exploding from her stimulated pussy, which tightened hungrily around Duncan’s cock, clamping down in an attempt to milk him dry.
When her orgasm was over Duncan slowed down a bit. He felt her start to buck back again, and heard a moan from Michelle, still in the same position as ordered. Duncan grinned, knowing she had moaned to get attention and deliberately continued fucking Annika steadily for a bit longer, before he finally ordering, “Michelle, you can take your hands off the ground, and join us.”
Annika moaned at the realization that Michelle was still in place, perfectly as she had ordered her, and pushed back against Duncan in reflex. Shortly after she saw Michelle crawl underneath her, the half-Klingon’s vagina now at the perfect height for eating out, but she didn’t want to. A moment later she felt Michelle’s talented tongue work her clit, outer lips, and MacLeod’s big, thrusting cock. She pushed back on every one of his thrusts happily, but soon he slowed down. She looked over her shoulder in frustration, she had long realized she wanted him to fuck her fully and come inside her. He smirked at her, and she shivered in fear and anticipation. He was up to something, and though she didn’t know what, she also knew she wouldn’t try to stop him.
His cock was removed, much to her disappointment, and then it moved higher - to her ass. Her eyes widened, he grabbed her ass tightly as she instinctively tried to move away, moaning in protest. Michelle’s powerful hands grabbed her waist, and with Duncan’s grasp she couldn’t move her ass, apart from wiggling. “AAH!” she screamed out as Duncan relentlessly forced his cock into her asshole, grinning. It hurt, her ass wasn’t made for this kind of penetration. Even her juices coating his cock didn’t help that much. It hurt, like being split open, like being on the inside with sandpaper. She bit her lip in pain, groaning as his cock unstoppably continued, and his and Michelle’s hand kept her from moving away. With a final, powerful, painful thrust he forced his cock fully in, making her scream out again, and tears spring from her eyes. “God,” she moaned.
“Sorry, Overseer, but that ass really was too inviting a target to pass up,” Duncan said with a grin.
“I know,” Annika answered, feeling Michelle’s welcome tongue start her work again. Her pussy enjoying the ministration despite her painful ass; it was an opportunistic and selfish pussy really. Annika nodded as she stifled her tears; her rounded upward ass, her arched back, her anus really had been too inviting a target. It was her own fault, now she simply had to take it, like a good girl. She breathed heavily, steeling herself for the painful fucking to come, but Michelle’s stimulations made it difficult.
Annika cried out as his first pull back and thrust, then again with the second. By the third she gotten enough used to it to be able hold back the cry. She just bit her lip, while her pussy shuddered with pleasure. She groaned with the fourth thrust, it still hurt so much, but how come it felt so good? She moaned with the fifth, painful, unwelcome thrust deeply into her ass. Her vagina didn’t care, all it knew was the pleasure of Michelle’s mouth and fingers, and that somewhere a penetration was going on. Her ass now burned with an unwelcome, but oh so pleasant pain, which her pussy lapped up hungrily. “Fuck me, fuck my ass hard,” Annika whispered submissively, angling her ass to see if there was a better angle of penetration for Duncan, who grunted with pleasure as he pushed his cock back inside, feeling the ass muscles start to welcome him inside, and beg him to stay there on his way out. Annika was looking down, her ass in the air as once again the unwelcome pain, but such pleasure entered her being with a powerful penetration. Grunting, she realized through a haze of lust that Michelle’s powerful grip, had helped make this heavenly pain powerful. She had helped Duncan give her this well-deserved painful penetration; she simply should have realized she shouldn’t have offered him such an inviting target. Annika licked her lips, realizing Michelle deserved a reward for holding her in position and grunting as another powerful lunge penetrated her ass, giving her such pleasure. She dove in, returning the hybrid’s favor, thirstily sucking, licking and eating out the girl’s pussy, flicking her thumb across her clit.
Duncan was in heaven, Annika’s ass was incredibly tight, and such an easily trainable fuck hole. He heard the young women groan and moan, the sounds of their sucking and licking up each other’s juices. It was too much, and he sped up his thrusting immensely. With every lunge he heard Annika groan painfully, but she continued to push her ass against him, to welcome him inside as deep as possible. He grabbed her tight ass, and with a groan he made one final incredibly forceful thrust, and came, pumping his seed in her asshole. Annika shrieked in pain, and then groaned in pleasure, as Michelle flicked across her clit as she climaxed as well. Michelle equally orgasmed powerfully, flooding Annika’s mouth with her orgasmic fluid. Duncan groaned, pumping more sperm inside, then pulled out. He shot his come on Annika’s ass cheeks, then let his cock drop, splattering her pussy which spasmed with an orgasmic pulse because of it. Finally his penis came to rest on Michelle’s face, spurting cum on her nose, cheeks, lips and finally on her cranial ridges.
After a few seconds of after glow, a breathing hard Duncan ordered, “Michelle, suck my cock clean.” Michelle quickly obeyed, wiggling out from under Annika who collapsed on her stomach in satisfaction. The hybrid girl quickly engulfed her master’s cock and sucked and licked. She tasted Annika’s pronounced anal taste, but it only turned her on. Dutifully she licked and sucked Duncan’s cock clean of anal residue and sperm, then looked up at him, showing off her cum-splattered face. “All right, go give our Overseer a thank-you kiss.”
Michelle nodded and crawled over to Annika, who was busy rubbing the cum into her ass flesh. Michelle turned her over, and then dipped down, kissing the Overseer hungrily, pushing her tongue inside. Annika’s eyes widened at the taste, taking in the hybrid’s cum-soaked face. She then kissed her back fully, moving her hand through her air, revealing the girl’s sexy un-Klingon ears. After a minute of tonguing the whore, Annika turned her over, and started licking up Duncan’s sperm from her face. When she was done, she tongued Annika again, swapping the sperm back and forth, until she herself swallowed a bit, and let Michelle swallow the majority. Annika then moved forward, pushing her pubic lips back in the hybrid’s face, ordering, “Lick me clean, you horny bitch.” Michelle didn’t waste any time complying.
When Michelle was done, Duncan said, “Alright Overseer Hansen, you’ll be arriving back here on the fifteenth of the March for the next installment in your payment plan, or sooner if you have a job for me. Now get dressed, and get off my ship.”
“As we agreed,” Annika confirmed, and did exactly that.
*****
Without warning Annika returned to Captain’s ready room on board Voyager. Janeway, captain of the vessel, in a tight uniform with deep cleavage, and having her ass pawed by Chakotay jerked upon her return. “Mission accomplished,” Annika stated calmly, although there were a few subtle hints what she’d been busy with. “Carry on,” she said and Janeway smiled, and Chakotay grinned wolfishly, planting a deep kiss on Janeway. As Annika casually walked out of the room, she thought about Janeway. Janeway had turned out to be even more interesting than she had thought. The usually perfectly poised, cool, collected, in charge, in perfect equilibrium woman, had a raunchy side; a submissive side. Which was a welcome addition. Once Annika understood this, she had quickly seduced Janeway to look up at her as a mistress. A mistress that Annika had mostly replaced by Chakotay, who she found out had a crush on Janeway, and could be quite dominant often. A match made in heaven; they had both been attracted to the others for those very reasons, but while imprisoned had never been able to act upon them. Further it entrenched both them more with her because there was /another/ she thing she had helped them with.
It did not take her long to reach her own quarters. The Overseer’s quarters were obviously lavishly decorated, but still a sense of simplicity, and soberness they carried. She went to the bedroom, and on the luxurious, modern, romantic four-poster bed a figure turned around to face her. He raised his head on his left hand, his left arm curl underneath him. A further very suggestive pose. “Well, my honey-locks, did he accept?” Harry Kim asked leisurely.
“Yes, but I had to make a few concessions, sexual ones,” Annika said with a smile, explaining the deal.
Harry Kim took it in, and said, “What about me?”
“Emperor Harry Kim of course you’re allowed a few girls on the side,” Annika commented with a big smile, and kissed Harry deeply.
==O==
The Mirror Universe
Location Unknown
Several months before Ezri’s and Dana’s capture
The pilgrim sat kneeled down in the dirt, a fire crackled in front of him. He was praying to Kahless the Forgotten. Several priests were around him in the ancient temple. Suddenly the fire burst higher, and with a small flash of light a man appeared. A Klingon, as were all men and women here. He was lean, all muscle, not a single essence of fat on him. His clothes, seemingly some ancient furs fit him like a glove. “I have returned, I am Kahless,” the man said with a broad smirk. The pilgrim looked in shock, and shimmied backward in reflex, then took a better look at what seemed to be the perfect warrior.
“Kahless,” one of the priests said with wide eyes. Then some reserve returned and said, “If you truly are Kahless that is, you could be a trick. Only the true Kahless could answer the head priest’s truth seeking question, if you /are/ Kahless.”
“Certainly,” Kahless said with disconcerting grin, “Show me the way.” The priest nodded. He went, and Kahless, the pilgrim, the other priests and several more pilgrims followed the man. He led them to a larger hall, holding four meter statues of legendary heroes, most of them Kahless.
The head priest standing in front of the altar looked with some disdain at the procession. In the altar, on top of it, there was a shiny, jewel encrusted, curved blade. Ten steps lead up to the altar area and the head priest stopped at the start of it. “What is this?” he asked in command.
“Sir,” the lead priest said, taking several steps forward. “Forgive us interrupting your meditations, this man here claims to be Kahless. He appeared from a fire.”
The head priest laughed, and asked the man claiming to be Kahless, “Do you know how often someone comes here with a flashy entrance, and then proves he’s not the one he claims? If you really are Kahless, you will know how you created the Blade of Death.”
Kahless chuckled, and jumped up the stairs three steps at a time. “Certainly,” he told the head priest standing right in front of him. The head priest frowned. “One day I was thinking,” Kahless said and then jumped up on the alter, grabbing the curved blade, “what if I had a weapon that could I could used for defense, and yet still have offensive abilities.” The man easily found the release and put his feet against the button that seemed to be simply stone. Instantly the blade came free, and everyone but the head priests gasped. “When I saw the horns of a bovy, I understood and forged this using a furnace, metal, hammer, water and pliers. I see you’ve improved it over the years, sharper, better materials, something I didn’t have back then.”
“You’re not Kahless, you’re lying,” the priest said, with an obvious stricken look in his eyes.
“Wrong, you’re lying,” Kahless almost growled and smoothly decapitated the priest. He jumped down and stuck the Blade of Death the former head priest’s chest and both hearts. He was dead instantly. The pilgrims watched in shock as several priests went into action and were easily dispatched with flurry of graceful and then suddenly brutal moves. One to Kahless’ left, then to his right. In front of him he severed the hand of a priest holding a disruptor, and then sliced upon his stomach, entrails falling out. Kahless grabbed the disruptor, and fired it between the pilgrims who still hadn’t had the time to move. A priest gained a smoking hole in his chest and gave his final death scream as he crumpled to the floor. The remaining priests were quickly dealt with, either with the curved four pointed blade, or by the disruptor, finally leaving only one elder one who sat fearfully against the wall.
“Well, well, look here,” Kahless said looking with a smirk at the terrified priest, “the fear of the traitor. You didn’t think I know? That I didn’t know you placed those compulsions in me to obey you? You thought they were enough to control me? Fifteen hundred years ago I said I would return, because I knew sooner or later cloning would exist.” Kahless reached below his furs and pulled out a blinking, small, square device. The priest looked at it in confusion. “I knew because I found texts describing the process, the same place where I found this; it can download a person’s consciousness, memories, the soul into it, and store it, until it can be placed in another vessel. Just in case some of you would betray me, I gave this in secret, with instructions on how to use it, to one of my most trusted people. Isn’t that right, descendent of Luk’rass?”
A Klingon all in black robes appeared from behind a statue. His face was invisible by the hood, but his evil smile dripped from his answer, “Indeed, Lord Kahless, the name is D’Luk’rass’o.”
Kahless turned back to the shock priest, and told him with a smile, “It’s me: the /real/ Kahless.” With laughter he slit the priest’s throat, and then turned to the pilgrim’s who wondered if they were next. “Friends, worshipers, seekers of truth,” Kahless addressed them, “Join me, and you shall rule this universe.”
*****
“What!? How dare you walk into the Klingon High Council chamber unannounced?” one of the Klingon High Council members exclaimed with anger as Kahless and his entourage barged in.
“You denied my existence, rewrote history so I lost my battle with Molor, forgot that I ruled supreme for several decades before old age claimed me, that’s how much you hated and feared me,” Kahless spoke with thunder as he strode unopposed onward, “the few who didn’t, called me Kahless the Forgotten, but /I/ did not forget.” Kahless reached the middle of the circle and pulled out two disruptors. He fired, his hands 180 degrees apart, then turned left, firing again, and so onward. Less then a minute later all the council members lay with smoking holes in their chests and blood oozing out on the ground.
Kahless made a gesture and one person quickly accessed the council’s broadcasting ability, and he spoke, pointing at the dead council, “The Klingon Hegemony is no more, now there is the Klingon Empire, and /I/ am your emperor: Kahless the Unforgettable!!”
Chapter 3: Mirror, Mirror
Dana groaned, and then slowly came to. She opened her eyes, blurrily seeing a grey ceiling that rapidly coalesced in a clear sight. Immortality had its perks; the headache that had made her groan was already disappearing. She sat up, and looked around the cell, Ezri sat against the opposite wall; apparently she had placed the one unconscious on the cot. Strangely, she wasn’t in her uniform anymore, but wearing some kind of tight black leather outfit, multiple pieces of clothing; pants, shirt, jacket, and an empty gun belt. It suited her, most assuredly. Further she was still bound, as was Dana herself now she realized. She tested the cuffs for a moment, they were quite sturdy.
“How did they get you?” Dana asked Ezri, she couldn’t fathom the woman not screaming in such a crowded place as Deep Space Nine and not being heard.
“Mmh!” she managed weakly and pointed with her bound hands at the right side of her neck. Dana went over and saw a small plastic strip on her neck. Apparently the rigid metal cuffs didn’t allow Ezri to take them off, although she managed, obviously only barely, to hoist her on the cot. The plastic strip had a few blinking lights and was probably sending electrical signals into her jaw and mouth too keep her from screaming. They must have surprised her; she may be a counselor but there wasn’t a Starfleet officer, or enlisted who wasn’t put through a rigid survival and self-defense training.
Dana took the strip and examined it, for a moment making sure there was nothing in it that would hurt Ezri if it were ripped off, but it seemed nothing but a high tech tag gag that was difficult to see, allowing one to transport a prisoner even across enemy territory without anyone noticing it was actually a prisoner. Dana took the strip and ripped it off with a bit of difficulty due to the cuffs. “Thanks,” Ezri said, and held up the cuffs. “You think you can get these off?”
Dana let her awareness roam about and noticed the tell tale EM signature of a bio-electric field coming closer. “Not without being detected before we’ve got a plan of escape,” Dana said and sat back down on the cot. “Know where we are?”
“Mirror Universe, from what I’ve gathered they want to pass me off as this universe’s Ezri Tigan,” Ezri answered rapidly.
“Fuck,” Dana cursed uncharacteristically. She guessed it was one of the Quickenings she had taken, in combination with living so long that made her less modest, especially in annoying situations. Ezri looked strangely at her, and she felt like slapping her forehead. ‘Fuck’ wasn’t exactly a passable curse these days, it had been replaced by others, some a lot more colorful, others not so.
The bio-electric field arrived, along with a few companions. Three Orions, and one Bolian were standing there, satisfied grins on their faces. Okay, try and escape now, or wait for it? She exchanged glances with Ezri and she made a movement with her eyes. She was probably right; wait till they got to whoever they were delivering ‘Ezri Tigan’. Once they could imbalance them with the knowledge they weren’t from this universe, they had a better chance. “Well, I see you took off your girlfriends gag, no matter, we have one for you as well,” the leader said with a grin, holding up another strip. Damn, that was annoying. It would take a lot longer before they could get the message across where they were from. Perhaps she should go for the try now after all? Better not.
The force field went down and the man came over. A few moments later she was as gagged as Ezri had been, and Ezri was once again. “Okay, we’re going to strike up the reward for rebel Ezri Tigan here, and then we’ll go as far away as possible. By the time the half-witted Klingons find out, we’ll have disappeared. You two either stay quiet and hope the Klingons don’t kill you when they find out the truth, or we’re going to kill you now, understand?” Ezri and Dana nodded. “Good, take ‘em.”
*****
The ship had landed inside the large Klingon flagship. Dana and Ezri were ushered out down the ramp. They walked with their armed captors behind them through the hangar bay’s exit. Dana and Ezri took in the guards on either side of the large double doors, who in their turn took them in. They were told to go left, and they did. They went right, the second left, once more right - the fifth corridor - and then reached two more large double doors. The doors were guarded, as had been quite a few parts on the way here. After a few moments the doors opened, revealing a relatively large chamber, with two rows of guards, and a large throne in the far corner on which sat a Klingon, who Dana vaguely recognized.
“Come forward,” the Klingon on the throne ordered, and so they did.
When they were just a bit in front of the throne, the leader of their captors said, “Great Emperor Kahless, we have brought you Ezri Tigan. It took us great difficulty, and risk to our own being - in fact - we lost two companions to capture her, and this companion rebel of hers. We have come for the reward posted for her - we need to eat too you understand - and hope you would be willing to put something up for her companion.”
Kahless! Now Dana and Ezri recognized him. Damn, the Kahless here was quite different then the Kahless back home. While back home he had quite a belly, laughed, and was jovial, this one was a lean, mean killing-machine. Kahless gave a growl-like sound and then nodded to one of his aids. The aid tossed a bag of Latinum over to the leader, and said, “For Tigan.” He tossed another much smaller bag, and said, “For the other one.”
“For the other isn’t it a little- . . .” the leader tried.
“Get lost,” Kahless hissed in anger. “Before I have you and your crew killed, and your ship recycled.”
“Yes, sir,” the leader replied and he and the other captors quickly turned around and left.
“Well, so /you/ are the traitor Ezri Tigan, eh?” Kahless said slowly. Ezri shook her head. Kahless eyes narrowed, and he looked over to the aid. The aid showed a PADD and then brought out a scanning device.
The aid returned, and said, “Sir, her DNA matches, her picture matches as you have seen, this is Ezri Tigan.”
“And the redhead?” Kahless said almost annoyed.
“We have no records on her,” the aid told his emperor.
“Who are you?” Kahless requested of Dana.
Dana looked up at him, and simply shrugged, not being able to speak. “They are wearing speech-repressor strips, sir.”
Kahless nodded, grinned, and said, “Just as well, no need to listen to some incessant ‘I’m innocent’, and ‘I couldn’t help it’. Lock them up, I will take my time executing them later, I have more pressing matters to attend to now.”
“Yes, Emperor,” the aid replied.
*****
Ezri and Dana were herded to the brig area. In front of their cell the guards that had come along removed their cuffs and pushed them inside, before putting the force field in front of her cell. Once inside they pulled the strips from their throats.
“You okay?” Dana asked Ezri.
“Physically I’m fine,” she answered and looked around the cell. “The only thing I’m worried about is how to get out of here. Because somehow I don’t believe they’re going to take ‘we’re from the mirror universe’ very well. They’ll probably kill us anyway.”
The cell was almost three and half meters highs, undoubtedly to keep even the taller alien species nicely locked up. It was about two meters broad, and three deep. There were two cots, hard cots with no sheets, or anything of comfort. There was a small outlet with three buttons on them. Dana walked over to them, and pushed one button and a soft plastic beaker of water appeared. Dana looked over to Ezri, who gave her a shrug. “Well,” Dana said, looking at the beaker. “They don’t hand us any weapons or tools.” She placed the beaker back, as Ezri came over. She pushed another button, and a plastic bowl filled with some substance appeared.
“The Klingon equivalent of ‘bread and water’,” Ezri commented with raised eyebrows. “Doesn’t look like a dish I know as something particularly Klingon. I guess some nutrient brew that pretty much any prisoner can eat.” Dana nodded in agreement, tasting something.
“Ugh, no taste at all, I’m not staying here, my palette is too delicate,” Dana said trying the third button. A moment later the beaker disappeared in a swirl of light. Dana looked at Ezri, then put the bowl back in, and pushed the third button making it disappear.
“Okay,” Dana said, looking further around the cell. She didn’t see any weak spots or other obvious openings down below. She looked up around the ceiling, and saw a grate, probably ventilation.
“Much too high, and we don’t have anything to pry it open with,” Ezri observed, almost correctly. Dana smiled, and went to the wall.
She started hitting it to see what sound came from it, and asked Ezri, “Seen any obvious surveillance? They may be able to watch us, or detect someone leaving.”
Ezri looked around, looking if she could see a camera, or a sensor node. “No, but I wouldn’t make something obvious, or mount something like that in the cell. A good enough sensor lock from outside should alert someone the very moment you leave.”
“The question then becomes, are these Mirror Klingons as good as our Federation is on it, or even as good as /our/ Klingons. These seem rather arrogant to me,” Dana said as she was halfway one round, having yet to find anything. Ezri shrugged, and watched as Dana finished the round, finding nothing. Dana stepped over to Ezri in the middle and looked up at the grate. “That seems to be the only way out,” Dana said with a frown.
“You got any ideas?” Ezri asked, and looked as Dana’s face widened in a smile.
“Plenty,” she answered, then paced around the room. “The only question is, whether I should take you with me up there right now, or whether I should go myself and come through the door.”
“You can actually get up there? I can’t get up there,” Ezri answered her dumbfounded.
Dana grinned, and took in the grate; it was big enough for her to crawl through, that was for sure. She could also simply go out the force field. Of course, walking out that way, everyone expected. If you could get out some way, or during a power outage, it would be that way, so that way was heavily guarded. Of course, it would also be that way after she got Ezri back out that very same way if she went up alone, but she’d have cleared at least some path before. On the other hand, there was a good chance that by then she would have been detected and everything was on alert, especially if she removed a string of guards between here and there. That spoke for bringing Ezri up through the grate right away, except for booby traps. Undoubtedly the Klingons wouldn’t expect people small enough to fit through to be able to reach that high, but that didn’t mean they could have rigged the ventilation shafts just big enough for a small alien to fit through with traps - she’d survive such traps, but Ezri probably wouldn’t, even with her as a shield. Chances were there were none, but was she willing to risk that. Then she came up with an idea. If she made it appear she was going somewhere completely else than back here, she might be able to lead alerted Klingons away from this area and she and Ezri could safely leave.
Dana nodded, and said, “Yes, I think it’s best you stay here, I’ll come back for you, okay?”
“Okay,” Ezri answered.
Dana stepped away a bit, pried open the end of her sleeve, pulling out a small tiny ball, not even a diameter of a half a centimeter. Ezri blinked and watched Dana as she suddenly threw the ball on the floor. An instantly later the Immortal was obscured from sight by a cloud of dust - radioactive, subspace-active dust, but Ezri couldn’t know that. With wide eyes she watched as the dust dissipated, revealing Dana’s eyes? Then the rest of her became visible; or rather her black ninja-uniform did. Dana was armed to the teeth, that much was obvious, and she gave a quick point to her watch. A portable transporter apparently, one that had the ninja suit and the weapons stored as an energy pattern, and had dematerialized Dana’s clothes and materialized this. The radioactive dust had obscured the transport process.
Dana winked once, and then ran up the left wall for her. After two steps, she jumped powerfully, screwing through the air to the other side of the cell, and landed against the wall. She took one step, and jumped to the other side again, thus continuing on upward. Reaching a height that one jump was enough to crash against ceiling, she pulled out a short ninja sword - titanium, edge in the molecule range, the blade straight, growing slightly narrower upward, ending in a diagonal edge from the rest of the blade. She made two quick slices, and sword cut through the grate’s edge with ease. She landed against the wall again, jumped up, and made two more slices, making a nice square. She put the sword rapidly back into her back-mounted scabbard, caught the grate as it fell, and landed against the wall, staying there - the palm-, finger-, feet, and knee-mounted irregular pads allowing her to stay put. She let the grate slide alongside the wall, clanging relatively subdued against the floor. Then she jumped again, grabbed the edge of the now free airduct, and pulled herself into it.
Ezri watched astonished for a moment, and then got out the grate, seeing if she could use it for defense or a weapon.
Chapter 4: Mirror Meeting
The Klingon guards stood easily, watching as the small predator-bird-like ship landed in the hangar deck of the huge ship. Its engines stopped, then a doorway opened and a ramp came down. A redhead all in skintight black came walking down. Only the jacket was a little wider and she had only the face and hair uncovered. The Human female casually walked over to the guards, and stated gruffly, “I’m expected, take me to your emperor, now.”
The Klingons took the woman’s face in while she spoke, and then as both reached for their blasters one yelled, “You! How did you get out!?”
Dana Scully narrowed her eyes at them in irritation. Before they had their blasters out, she took a step forward, grabbed their blasters from their hands, and kicked them both against their inner knees. With a scream of pain they sank into kneeling positions, and she hissed, “What the fuck is wrong with you halfwits!? Your emperor hired me, now lead me to him, or I will kill you.” One tried to reach for an alarm button. She sighed, and casually blasted the Klingons away, saying, “Annoying.”
She tossed the Klingon disruptors away and walked onward, pissed off, not that that took much. A little further she came across to more guards, but before she could talk to them, they ‘recognized’ her, and sounded the alarms. Dana growled angrily in her throat as the Klingons aimed their weapons. “Klingons are stupid,” she growled as two disruptor blasts hit her. She jerked, but other than that nothing happened. The Klingons eyes widened in utter shock, and she reached behind her back. As she drew out her black, obsidian handled katana, she muttered, “Unless this is some sickening trap, but then it’s just as ineptly executed, so still stupid.” Two more blasts hit, then she moved forward faster than the Klingons could comprehend. A fifth shot went wide and a moment later two heads flung through the air and then bounced two times as their bodies dropped to the floor.
Angrily Dana avoided the sprays of blood, and then held up her sword for inspection for a moment. The cobra head at the end with blood-red rubies for eyes looked as menacing as ever. Grimacing in anger she ran, hearing a few Klingon guards coming. She didn’t run from them, she ran at them. She’d find this halfwit of an Emperor, and he better have a good explanation or she wouldn’t stop until she had slaughtered every last Klingon that was on this ship . . . at the very least. She rounded the corner and before the approaching Klingons could react she sliced them open. She simply ran onward, trusting her senses and ideas of what a throne room would entail where she had to go. The Klingons gurgled as they hit the floor, grabbing their entrails and trying to stuff them back inside before they died of blood loss.
Dana ran onward, seriously pissed. The next two guards were introduced to a similar fate as the ones she just gutted. She came across four more then as she turned right. She slit her sword through one Klingon’s legs, making him scream in pain, unable to walk and bleeding to death. The disruptor blasts didn’t really slow her down, as she chopped off a head, impaled two hearts of one Klingon, and finished the last Klingon by cutting his firing arm and slicing through his lung with the same swing.
Finally she reached a few big doors, protected by two more Klingons. Once more Dana simply ran at them. She barely noticed the disruptor bolts hitting her. With several flings of the katana the terrified Klingons dropped to their deaths screaming in agony. She pulled out a small device, pushed it against the lock for a moment and the doors opened. The throne was directly opposite her, about twenty Klingon guards in between her and the throne. She simply ran, slicing as she went at the first startled and then trying to fight back Klingons. All the ones that came in her range dropped either to their deaths, being crippled or severely injured. Behind her more Klingons arrived at the door, shouting alarms and locations through communicators. Dana quickly passed the initial guards and rapidly reached the throne. She slid the last few meters to slow down and placed the sword at Kahless’ neck. She was impressed the Klingon had yet to show fear in his eyes.
Kahless for his matter was impressed the diminutive woman had taken at least ten disruptor bolts to her being in the past few seconds, and had yet to do more than flinch. She had to be wearing some kind of personal shield or special armor. He wasn’t afraid, because he could /see/ in her eyes she had no intention to kill him - yet - just to end every Klingon trying to kill her.
The Klingons behind her stopped, and she hissed, “What the /hell/ is going on?”
“How did you get out of your cell?” Kahless demanded angrily. Some heads were going to role in the brig section for sure. “And /where’s/ your companion?”
“/What/ the god-damned shit are you talking about!? I have /no/ companion, I was /never/ in one of your cells, I only /just/ arrived in your hangar deck. /I/ am the Phoenix; *you hired me*!” Dana yelled out in extreme anger. The Klingons behind her took a few steps back - the legendary Phoenix assassin, the one said to be unkillable, the one said to rise from her own ashes whenever she did die during an assassination; no wonder she escaped from her cell and had just cut a swath through all of them, no wonder their disruptors were useless.
Kahless frowned down at her, and said, “How- . . .”
Dana raised her hand in a halt-sign as the buzz assaulted her. She stood straight, pulling the sword away from the Emperor’s throat, looking around, then suddenly up.
*****
A minute earlier in the airducts Dana heard the alarms go off. She cursed silently, and wondered what alarm she triggered. Or perhaps someone went and checked up upon the cell. She sped up, crawling along, taking several educated guesses until suddenly the buzz assaulted her senses. Damn it! Of all the times and places! A friggin’ Immortal from this universe was on this ship. She followed the buzz, found a grate and looked down, seeing . . . herself - this was really getting better by the second. She debated what she should do, when her mirror self suddenly looked up at her; the decision had been made for her.
*****
Dana suddenly looked up, and looked at a grate, from an airduct no doubt. Suddenly it burst open, and from a few meters on high a black figure came somersaulting down. Instantly Dana made a slice for the figure’s throat - she didn’t care if anyone saw the Quickening, she’d simply kill all of them. There was a clang - her katana hit a short sword and was stopped there. The sword was held by an eerily silent figure, of which she could only see the eyes that were boring in hers. Dana rapidly took in the figure, which was a . . . dressed down Ninja? The blade was Ninja too. What the hell was going on?
“Who the hell are you?” Dana asked, looking into eerily silent, and eerily familiar eyes. The figure across from her made no sound, and no movement, their swords still locked against each other. The figure was coiled like a cat ready to pounce, it seemed. The Klingons looked with bated breath at the confusing situation, while Dana was busy figuring things out. Suddenly she understood why the other’s eyes looked so familiar: she always saw them in the mirror. That’s when she also understood why all of them were after her; they thought she was her, this eerily silent figure. Mirror! Mirror figure, the mirror her. The mirror her was a Ninja? That was a laugh, the loud, flashy assassins of old were really pathetic. In the beginning their philosophy to make such ruckus, and eerie shadows, and wear masks of devils to strike terror in the heart of man was still effective, but once people grasped they were just humans in costumes the fear had worn off quickly, and with it their effectiveness. They /were/ all incredibly well trained though.
Still, this Ninja mirror of herself made no sound, nothing, that seemed antithetical. She peered into her eyes, the sword held up with two hands, one foot back a bit. One would guess she had over extended herself, but it didn’t seem to be. “I know you are in there, can you talk, or did you lose your tongue?” Dana mocked her mirror version, and still there was no sound, not a flicker of movement. A fearful chill ran up Dana’s spine; this wasn’t normal. “Are you deaf?” Dana mocked again, trying to get something from this silent figure. Nothing. Mirror! If the ninja were extremely loud here, then they were the mirror opposite there; they’d be silent, deadly, they’d never show themselves unless necessary. They would never give anything away. There was once a speculation on the ninja, that said that if Ninja had been less flashy, more hiding, given their training, they’d have been the deadliest warriors to have ever existed. You would never see them, until you were already dead. Cold chills ran down Dana’s spine. Was she already dead? Or was her mirror image out in the open because she hadn’t had another choice?
“Wait,” Kahless said, suddenly figuring it out, “you escaped, you’re her, you’re from that damn Mirror Universe they told me about.” Kahless eyes suddenly went darker, his face angry and he sat up straighter. He slammed his hand in the arm rest once in anger and hissed, “That means the Ezri is from the Mirror Universe as well, not /the/ /traitor/ Ezri Tigan. /They/ played me.” He then growled.
“That’s true,” Dana from behind the mask spoke for the first time. “That means you can let me and her go, can’t you?” Unmasked Dana took in the eyes of her mirror version cautiously. “You let us go, we just leave.”
Mirror Dana decided that was not the way to go; she wanted a chance at her head, and if not that, then at least some observation and interaction time. As Kahless started to nod she said, “I have a better idea, how about two of us, for the price of one?”
Kahless narrowed his eyes at the two figures, still in a battle stance, staring each other down. “If you’re an Assassin here, doesn’t that mean she’s some kind of life-preserving saint there?” he asked suspiciously.
“It doesn’t quite seem to work that way,” Mirror Dana said with an evil grin. “She’s wearing the uniform of a Ninja; they were clans of deadly assassins in ancient Earth. It seems I’m an assassin over there was well.”
“Well, what say you, Mirror Phoenix? Would you like to take on a mission with yourself?” Kahless asked with a huge grin. “All you have to do, is kill someone named Smiley, he’s only the leader of the Human resistence.”
Dana’s eyes flicked from Kahless to her mirror self, thinking things over. It was obvious they weren’t just going to let her and Ezri go. “Under a few conditions,” Dana spoke evenly. Kahless lowered an arm, and a rumbling sound told her he wanted to hear them. “First, Ezri free from her cell, and not a hair on her head or anything else of her is harmed. If I get back and she’s hurt, guaranteed that I will kill every single Klingon on the face of this universe. Obviously, we can go home afterwards.”
Kahless laughed, and said, “Done.” Mirror Dana grinned.
“Second, I want my sword back,” Dana said with a sour tone, and everyone looked confused. “The ones who captured us still have mine, that is unacceptable.”
“Where did you get these?” Kahless wondered at what she was wearing and holding.
“That is for me to know, and for you not to find out,” Dana said calmly, still not moving from her position.
“Gladly,” Kahless smirked, and then tapped a button on his throne’s arm rest, “Captain.”
#Sir?#
“Find the little ship that brought us our traitor, and hunt it down, do not destroy the ship until after I say so, notify me when you’ve found it,” Kahless ordered with a smile. “They deceived us, they will pay.”
#Yes, Emperor,# came the answer.
Kahless then added, “Free Ezri, and bring her here, she’s not to be harmed under any circumstances, understood?”
#Yes, Emperor,# the captain once more answered through the intercom, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Dana relaxed a little, gently took a step back. Mirror Dana did the same, smiling eerily. Dana brought her feet together, lowered her sword to her right hand, and pulled off her mask with her left. She shook her red hair for a moment, and then said, “I could do with some new clothes; every human is going to recognize this as an assassin’s uniform.”
*****
Dana - now in black, red and green outfit - and Ezri had a room alone for a short while; too bad that the room wasn’t all that much better than the cell. “You can’t be serious,” Ezri said in response to Dana’s explanation, half disappointed, half angry. “You’re going to kill the O’Brien of this universe!?”
Dana nodded, staring deeply into Ezri’s eyes, saying, “It’s the only way to keep you alive and have a way back home.”
“How can you just go and do that? It’s wrong,” Ezri said in frustration, but being drawn in by Dana’s intense stare.
“Dying is worse, letting you die is the worst,” Dana nodded gravely, making Ezri look pained at her companion. “While I’m gone they won’t hurt you; no matter what they threaten or try to scare you with - they won’t hurt you. Got that? They won’t risk my wrath.”
“Yes,” Ezri answered.
“I’ll be back, and then we get the hell out of here,” Dana told Ezri with a smile. Ezri nodded determinedly.
“Don’t worry, I can handle myself, I’m almost as old as you, remember?” Ezri told Dana with an intense gaze. Dana smiled and nodded.
The door opened and a Klingon stepped inside. “We have caught up to the swindlers,” he stated gruffly.
Dana grinned.
*****
About a minute later Immortal and Trill arrived on the bridge of the Megh’Var-class ship. Kahless stood next to the captain who was seated in his chair. “Put them in our tractor beam,” the captain ordered off to the side. A Klingon acknowledged the order, and a moment later the ship lurched lightly. The captain then spoke, “Open a channel . . . This is Captain Kurn of the Alliance, show yourselves, P’Tachs.”
The screen switched and it showed the kidnappers. “Is something wrong, sir?” the swindler leader asked politely.
“Yes,” Dana said with a feral grin, stepping into the picture, her mirror image stepping next to her. “You /better/ still have my sword.”
Pandemonium broke out on the swindler’s ships bridge; claims of ‘I knew it’, and ‘I told you so’. Kahless stepped in and growled loud enough to break up the chaos on the other side,“*Get the woman’s sword, /now/*!”
One of the criminals quickly ran off, and returned a moment later with the silver-and-jewel-encrusted-handled, fox-head katana, holding it desperately with both hands on display, the blunt hollow end gently leaning on one of his arms. The Klingons took it in, admiring its workmanship, as did Mirror Dana. The head of security looked at it with some fear, having seen his officers cut down with frightening ease by its mirror opposite. Captain Kurn looked over to the transporter operator and a moment later the sword sparkled out of existence of the screen, and sparkled into existence in front of Dana. Once materialized, Mirror Dana took a closer look at her opposite’s sword, and noticed how similar, and yet different it was. Dana grabbed the handle before it could fall, swivelled it, and then sheathed it on her back.
“Thank you,” Kahless growled, and then told his captain, “destroy them.”
Kurn grinned as the smugglers started pleading. The Captain gave his weapons’ officer a gesture. The Klingon grinned and pushed a button. There was a sound of weapons’ discharge, and a moment later the screen image disappeared, reforming in a view of space and a fireball that used to be the bounty-hunters’ ship. Ezri looked shocked at the display. She knew Klingons could be brutal, but it was still a shock to see how casual it had gone. Then she looked over to the mirror Dana once more, and a cold chill ran down her spine. An evil, centuries-old Immortal with untold power and skills, every bit as good as her own Dana. This couldn’t be good, and she really didn’t want to think of the casualty list this one had on her name.
“I believe you two have a mission to start,” Kahless said with a wide grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll personally guard your friend.” Dana most certainly did not like the emperor’s smile.
Chapter 5: Mirroring Revelations
Mirror Dana’s ship was extremely modern: stocked with all the latest equipment. It even had a Romulan cloaking device, but that was something most people including Dana didn’t know. The in and outside of the ship though, looked like it was an old, obsolete run down ship - while in reality it was a deadly monster of the latest technology. This way, nobody would realize what they were up against until it was far too late. The insides were cross beams, and many more unpolished raw materials, mostly metal and mixed materials, among which polymers. The only truly comfortable thing in the ship, as Dana had found out, were the beds and the showers in the few quarters in the ship. At just over 50 meters, the ship was a deadly, small, maneuverable vessel, which could do some basic smuggling duty, host a few clandestine parties via its holosuite as well as just ferry its own around.
“We should make up a cover story; twins is best I guess,” her mirror self spoke with a grin, as outside the stars seemed to zip by. “Added bonus nobody will expect twins to be assassins, at least not the Legendary Phoenix. We should make names for ourselves, different than Dana and Dana. Perhaps our second names. What do you think?”
“I’m Dana, you’re Katherine,” Dana told her coolly.
Katherine looked angrily at Dana, and said, “Who says you get to decide?”
Dana looked over to her casually, and answered, “You asked, if you had an idea you should have just said so, now it’s too late.” Katherine chewed her teeth in frustration. Perhaps she should just kill her now and get it over with? No, stay smart, figure out how good she is first, if she really is trained like a ninja . . .
“All right then. So, are you really a ninja? Or should I ask, are you a /real/ ninja?” Katherine asked her counterpart.
“I am, did you meet them here?” Dana asked somewhat intrigued.
Katherine chuckled, and said, “Oh, yes. Annoying loud-mouth bastards and bitches. I took some time off, cool down, I think you know how it is, sometimes you just need vacation. Some boy came running at me, intending to kill me, screaming and waving his arms like a madman; apparently trying to scare me into submission. I killed him instead, and then killed a whole village full of them. Nasty bastards too, very strong, very fast, very agile, very good. Took me out a few times before I got to them all.”
Dana grinned, looked over into her mirror’s eyes, and said, “A boy came at me too; a test about not being detected until it was too late for the victim. Suffice to say, I /did/ detect him, and stopped him.”
“And then . . .?” Katherine prompted.
Dana looked back over, shrugged, and said, “Then they taught me everything they know, and vice versa, well . . . not everything I know, didn’t spend there /long/ enough to teach them /everything/ I know.” Katherine nodded, taking in Dana. It was damn uncanny to look into your own face without a mirror handy. “So you’re actually an assassin then, like I am, I was expecting you to be some kind of life preserver. I guess the whole mirror thing isn’t 100% then.”
Dana grinned, and lied, “I may be an Assassin, but that doesn’t mean, I’m like you. I assassinate criminals, corrupt politicians, for free. You have no idea how many people keep in line for fear that I might one day show up. I’m known as the Ghost. None of them know who I am, who I will hit next, when I will strike, or where. It’s the advantage you have when nobody hires you and you might strike at anytime and anyplace. Fear is a powerful weapon.”
“I know,” Katherine spoke, “that’s why I’ve often deliberately let myself get killed on a job, on a very rare occasion coming to life in front of one or two witnesses, but always showing up again. They call me the Phoenix because of that, they fear I can’t be killed, and for a large part, rightly so.”
Dana asked, “Since I’m here, tell me something about this place’s recent history, so I can blend in better.”
“Recent history, huh?” Katherine spoke with an evil grin. “I suppose you know of the switcheroo with the Kirks?” Dana nodded. “Well, I met the little bastard a few years later, fell in love with him, stupid cow that I am. His woman was too stupid to be willing to take step back, so I killed her and claimed Kirk for myself. I made sure he became the Emperor of the Terran Empire, that’s what I’m willing to do for the men I commit myself to: fulfill their dreams at every cost. The little bastard kept fucking around on me though, so I not only removed him from being the Emperor; I destroyed his Empire . . .”
~~X~~
2291
“Janine,” Kirk spoke with a tone of anticipation in his voice as he entered one of his mistresses apartments. “Janine?” he asked, looking around and entering the bedroom. “JANINE!” he suddenly screamed out, as with several bounces the blonde, gagged head of his mistresses rolled to in front of his feet.
“Hi, Honey,” Scully’s voice sounded sweetly. The curtains around the four poster bed were pushed aside by her, and Kirk took in his wife’s long-haired, raven-haired vision; an evil smirk on her face, splattered with some blood, and a long, bloodied sword in her right hand. “Janine here was under the mistaken impression she could seduce you, and fuck you unpunished.” The bloodied, headless corpse of Kirk’s mistress lay on the bed - cuts all over her body, she seemed to have been tortured to death.
“Fuck, are you insane, bitch? A public challenge could have sufficed, couldn’t it?” Kirk cursed, looking at his mistress without much of a care it seemed.
“Not really, not with what I’ve got in mind; you see, I got rather tired of it around the fourth formal challenge, the one I issued, the first three came from your mistresses,” Dana spoke with a sneer, getting off the bed and walking over to Kirk like a predator. “You see, Jimmy sweety, I can take a second wife, and probably even a third, as long as I’m number one, but sleeping around with however many whores you can find, now that’s where things crossed the line, Jimmy. So, you’re going to have to pay.”
“I’m the Emperor- . . .” Kirk said, slowly backing away from what quickly started to realize was a danger to his health.
“. . . that /I/ instated, you ungrateful fool. You had the ambition, I had the vision to make it reality - especially after your Vulcan halfwit stole that trinket of yours. Without me, you’d still be a pitiful starship captain, if not dead,” Dana hissed at him.
Kirk put his hand on a wall-mounted intercom, flicked the special emergency channel available to the Emperor everywhere, and said, “Guards- . . .”
A moment later Dana’s katana sliced through the intercom. Kirk threw a punch she easily avoided, while pulling his phaser. The weapon was sliced in half, and Kirk went down with a kick to his stomach. As Dana fished for is personal communicator, she sneered to the groaning Kirk, “Damn, fool. Did you really think you could outfight 300 years of battle experience?” A pained Kirk looked at her in frustration as he pulled out his communicator. Then she walked to the bedroom entrance, opened the door, and flung two knives in one fluid motion. A moment later there was gurgling, and since the momentum still carried them forward, two guards with knives through their throats already all but dead came crashing into the room, and lay still.
#Emperor,# sounded alarmed from Kirk’s communicator. With a quick motion, Dana poked Kirk in the throat so he couldn’t cry out for a short while. Dana took a step back from the groaning Kirk, and flicked upon the communicator.
“Situation handled, nothing serious, everything is fine now, Muadeem,” Dana spoked with a pleasant tone.
#Of course, Empress,# and the connection was terminated. She then crushed the device and tossed it far into the living room and walked back over to Kirk who was starting to get himself under control.
“Remember my personal ‘protection’ squad, James? You know, the women I personally trained? You can kiss your other mistresses goodbye, by now, all sixteen of them, will be dead . . . or dying,” Dana said with a smile, and casually sat down on the bed next to the headless corpse of Janine.
“You bitch, /I/ became Emperor, not you,” Kirk groaned out.
“Really? If that were true, how come your Empire is about to die?” Dana asked him with a grin.
“What in heaven’s name are you talking about?” Kirk questioned, righting himself.
Dana chuckled, and then told him, “Quite simple, James. I wanted to hurt you, not just a little bit, but a whole lot. So I decided to destroy what you love most before I kill you. For a moment I thought it was your precious Enterprise, but then I realized, it isn’t a ship, it’s this Empire that you love most - the power.”
Kirk looked at her with an angry grimace, “You’re insane.”
Dana laughed, and told him, “Remember Spock and his sudden interest in peace after he met your alter ego? Remember how I told you that you should let him have his will; diminish the Empire’s strike force, so you could focus on strengthening its internal cohesion? Thus allowing for a new growth in the military down the line so even more territory could be conquered?” Kirk looked silently at her with horrified eyes. “I lied,” Dana told him with a smile, chuckling. “He was quite a tool, I suppose I should thank your mirror image.”
With a roar Kirk jumped up and charged his wife. Her sword flashed, slicing his right arm, making him flinch back. A moment later she landed an uppercut straight on his chin, putting him down, but not quite out. Dana stepped over him, and hissed, “You stinking bastard, when will you learn you can’t beat me, can’t beat any of us?” Dana then lowered herself down on him, and smiled seductively. She told him, “Then I secretly helped to forge an alliance between the Klingons and the Cardassians. Interesting species, don’t you agree, Jimmy-honey? Anyway, I also gave them all the weaknesses in the fleet’s deployment, especially after I got you to sign on certain . . . fleet stationing. Exactly one hour . . .” Dana checked her watch, and then continued, “. . . and seven minutes ago, Cardassian and Klingon attack fleets left their territories on a heading straight for Earth.” Dana laughed loudly at Kirk’s wide, horrified, pleading look. “Before I kill you, Jim, I’m going to make you watch your precious Empire crumble to dust,” Dana spoke and laughed out loud. She then knocked him out, and put him over her shoulder.
*****
With a groan Kirk woke up, and looked around at the unfamiliar setting. Soon he found Dana standing across from him, grinning evilly, superiorly. Kirk got up, and noticed the screens on around the room. Some were Starfleet channels, brave men fighting for the Empire, and dying by the hundreds, requesting reinforcements, or even instructions. There were ship’s movements, numbers, deployments, on one screen, heard an Admiral’s very wrong orders. There were news broadcasts, and an often repeated question in all of them: “Where was the Emperor?”
Kirk walked over to the control panels of this unknown place, while Dana watched amused. He flipped switches, pushed buttons. “There is no transmission capability here, you know? Only receiving,” Dana spoke with an evil grin.
“NO! You can’t do this! You can’t!” Kirk roared out, and watched the calm Immortal that he had taken as his wife. He had kept her secret, because he knew how valuable someone like her could be for him, more so when nobody knew her secret, he just never realized /how/ valuable. He realized now she was probably right; without her he’d still be on the bridge of a ship. “Please! Let me help our Empire, your Empire, your birth place! It may not be too late,” Kirk pleaded with his wife desperately.
“You should have taken out that cock of yours with me only,” Dana told him with a grin.
“You can’t be this cold, you can’t be!” Kirk spoke, more to try and convince himself to keep up hope than to convince her, because he was starting to realize; especially looking into those eyes, that yes indeed, she was that cold.
“Watch your Empire crumble, James, watch,” Dana said with a sick smile. So Kirk watched. The Empire he always wanted to have, to power to decide the fate of whole species that had always lured him. The ability to do everything he wanted and nobody could stop him, and the people in it that would make it happen. The grand Empire of his species - and over the course of two weeks he watched it crumble, be destroyed, whole colonies being wiped out, large parts of Earth and the cities scorched beyond recognition. After two weeks, the pain he felt was beyond anything he could ever have imagined. Then Dana stabbed him multiple times, so he would slowly painfully bleed to death. Once he was dead, she beamed his body back into Janine’s bed and left. There the Alliance would find him soon after. With the Emperor’s confirmed death, and the capture of the great Spock, resistance died in most places.
~~X~~
“Pretty high profile being the empress, why didn’t anyone recognize you?” Dana wondered at Katherine’s explanation.
“I had black hair back then, with official functions I was so much clothing and makeup, I was hardly recognizable, and the rest of the time I kept low profile: it’s why I was so effective, more than even Kirk knew or suspected,” Katherine explained to Dana with a grin, her eyes glittering dangerously.
“Mmh,” Dana said, thinking about. “Quite pathetic.”
“/What/!?” Katherine hissed out dangerously.
“This Terran Empire of yours,” Dana told her alter ego with a small smile. “In my Universe, we would never have lost to a Cardassian-Klingon Alliance; even if our fleet was misdeployed, even with your manipulations. For one thing, we’d never surrender, resistance would never die down, not ever.” Katherine looked angrily at Dana. Dana ignored it, and started thinking about how the difference could occur. She was pretty certain there were times where such an alliance could have defeated the UFP, but she was also certain that she was right: resistance would /never/ end. Perhaps there’d be a few months where things were quite while resistance would be organized, but once that was done, it’d start; planetside, in space, with derelict Starfleet ships, private ships, everything. “How about Hitler?” Dana asked.
“Hitler, one of the greatest saints of his time,” Katherine answered with a grin. “His peaceful battle for equality, solidarity, and tolerance changed the world, even after the second World War was waged against him and his allies. He was particularly critical of the Christian theocracy of the United States of America - allied with the multi-god theocracy of the super power of Egypt, where women were horrendously suppressed - and the male suppression in Amazonia.”
“/Amazonia/!? Egypt the /Super/ /Power/?!” Dana exclaimed in shock, interrupting Katherine.
“I take it Amazonia doesn’t exist in your world? And Egypt isn’t a super power,” Katherine said, and Dana sat back thinking. Katherine continued, keeping an eye on Dana, and she said, “In Europe men and women and many other suppressed groups were all made to be equal to the law by Hitler, the first leader of United Europe back then. In response, in America and Egypt women’s rights movements and similar movements for all the other groups came into existence, and in Amazonia they were men’s rights movements. The two bitter enemies considered equality of the sexes an even greater evil, particularly a step in between to the other side, so they attacked Europe together. Although Europe was defeated, and split in two, one side with Amazonia, and the other with Egypt and America, the damage was really done. Rights movements continued to grow until the leaders of the countries were forced to compromise for fear of civil war: most other groups were given equal rights, even if the genders stayed unequal for a very long time afterwards - for a large part still today.”
“What about Israel?” Dana wondered, thinking about one of the biggest problems on Earth in her universe. Katherine looked blankly at her. “The Jews?”
“Never heard of them,” Katherine answered with eyes.
“Judea? The Hebrews?” Dana asked her.
“Oh, them. One of the groups that got equal rights after the second World War, mostly in the middle-eastern countries, and especially Egypt, they were hardly more than slaves before that,” Katherine explained, equally thinking about the world her counterpart lived in. “They founded the third, but the smallest of the one-god movements after the second World War - although they claim it’s been around since before the bible, that they were the closest to the Sumerians and the Akkadians, before they molded those multiple gods into one. They performed a huge amount of terrorist attacks; but unlike some others, very much all targeted against military targets, and hardly any suicide bombers. That stopped once they were given equal rights though.”
“The third? What /about/ the bible?” Dana asked Katherine. Katherine nodded with a grin. “The Hebrews wrote the Old Testament of the Bible,” Dana said. “With us at least.”
“Not here; although they claim they did. One god religions were a huge amount of different small movements gathered around the Middle East, they didn’t become unified, and the bible written, until after Jesus Christ unified them,” Katherine explained calmly with a smile. “His religion was based upon absolute obedience to the priesthood, retaliating with everything you had; two eyes for one eye, and such. Women were inferior, and the rest. Then six hundred years later there came another prophet, founding the second great one-god religions: Islam. Mohammed, was the prophet’s name, he claimed that Jesus’ message was actually the opposite, just that the ones taking over the movement in the centuries following twisted it to suit their purposes. Islam is based on freedom, tolerance, letting everyone do what they wanted; most of Europe was, especially by the time of Hitler Islamic. It’s why the Christians fled in disgust across the ocean and built their country there.”
“Amazonia,” Dana muttered, as something filtered across her memory that she couldn’t quite grasp. She looked at Katherine, and it was uncanny how much they thought alike despite their huge differences, because without needing to ask Katherine punched in a few commands and a holographic projection of Earth appeared. The globe folded out in a flat map, and the countries appeared. Some were similar, some very much not. Egypt spread out to include Saudi-Arabia, and Iraq. Amazonia of course was the biggest difference, and to the northwest of it: Kurganstan. Amazonia included pieces of Turkey, huge parts of what was once the Soviet Union and later Russia in Dana’s universe, as well as parts of Mongolia and China. Only a strip of the Eastern side of the country wasn’t Amazonia, and it wasn’t called China. There was equally no Chinese wall. That’s when things clicked. “The bible,” Dana said with a grin, “Does it contain a passage Revelations 6:8, and the few passages before?”
Katherine frowned, and said, “The Four Horsemen Saints of the Apocalypse? What about them?” Dana made a go-on gesture, and Katherine spoke, “Harvest, Cure, Peace and Life. They were actually Immortals, like us. Silas, Caspian, Kronos and Methos. For about thousand years they rode together, bringing relief wherever they went. Brokering peace, curing diseases, the legends speak of bringing people back from the dead, raising harvestable crops where harvest just went sour. In that 1,000 years, peace and prosperity flourished everywhere. Asteroids and other natural disasters they helped combat, making sure that mankind wasn’t forced to eat each other, etc, etc, etc. I know Methos is still alive, met the annoying little bastard that enjoys butting heads whenever possible, as well as interfering in other people’s business. Often chops off the head of an Immortal still in the throws of a Quickening. I had the unfortunate luck to meet him, bastard came /this/ close to killing me.” Katherine placed her fingers extremely close together, then continued, “Anyway, the myth goes that should all these four ever die - and in the myth the last one to die is Peace, also called Father Time, Kronos you know, who resides on some high mountain to look over the Earth and time - then the world would surely end. Revelations 6:8 describes how they will come to their ends. What is it?”
Throughout Katherine’s tale, Dana’s smile had grown larger and larger, and now she chuckled and then laughed. “No wonder this Earth is populated by a bunch of wimps,” Dana said with a large grin. “Would you like me to tell our version of Revelations 6:8? ‘And behold, their came a pale horse, its rider’s name was Death, and hell followed with him.’” Katherine actually shuddered at Dana’s delivery of the line, starting to grasp what it meant, along with dual natures of their respective universes - this was its diversion point. “Famine, Pestilence, War, and Death - Silas, Caspian, Kronos, and Methos,” Dana said with a grin. “Kronos, also called ‘The End of Time’. For a thousand years, they raped, pillaged, burned, and killed their way across two continents. Wherever they went, death and hell followed. They destroyed everything in their path; villages, cities, armies, civilizations. It didn’t matter. They used nature’s own devices; sent infected animals in cities, attacked in the wake of asteroid impacts, volcano eruptions, and earthquakes, making their damage worse. Nobody could stand before them, the gods themselves fled Earth in fear of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Among their victims: Egypt, several times over, they slaughtered the Amazons, and most of the Kurgans. /The/ Kurgan in fact was scared to death of Kronos, and resides in here.” Dana pointed to her head.
“So what? Ramirez told me the Kurgan was a wimp and a coward. He ran away screaming from him, stumbling over a tree root, and so he chopped his- . . . I’m guessing he’s one of the fiercest, most powerful, and unstoppable warriors in your universe, right?” Katherine stated, shivering when Dana nodded.
Dana explained, “The Kurgan was bent on revenge - to kill the Horsemen, he was on a never ending quest to become powerful enough to kill Kronos and the other three. He never achieved it.” Katherine was starting to grasp even more what she was up against, starting to actually feel the power difference between her and Dana, who continued, “You see, in my universe, China occupies this,” Dana explained further, circling the area of where it was. “It too was a victim of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. So afraid of them were the people of that area, that when about a thousand years after the Horsemen split up, and a new band of horsed mountain warriors appeared, they built a nine-thousand-plus-kilometer-long wall in the hopes of keeping the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse out. For two thousand years following, they kept making the wall bigger, stronger, and better defensible.” Dana leaned forward, and peered in her mirror’s eyes, saying, “The Horsemen weeded out the weak, and only left the strong. And Methos? He’s a good guy now, mostly, prefers to keep himself far away from trouble, although he won’t shy away from a fight these days.”
Katherine looked at the smiling face of Dana, and shivered. She had always considered it pretty impressive for four men on horseback to do so much good people revered them, even worshiped them as gods thousands of years later; but four men on horseback who could hold an entire world in the grip of fear? Wiping out whole armies and civilizations? She shuddered again, she really didn’t want to meet any of them at the height of their reign of terror. “So did Duncan MacLeod train you too?” Katherine asked to try and get passed this unsettling bit of information.
Dana smiled, and said, “Yep, one of my best friends these days.”
Katherine narrowed her eyes at Dana, and spoke, “He’s a raping bastard, well, raping. I had to learn how to use a sword to survive, and he was willing to teach me - for a price.”
Dana gave an amused snort, and asked, “What about . . . Connor MacLeod?” Dana felt the pain of losing her on and off again lover again, and her brow furrowed at his memory.
This time it was Katherine’s turn to snort, derisively in her case. “That fool? Mr. Happy? Booze, women, gambling, drugs, he treats life as just one big party. ‘Dana, Immortality is the greatest blessing, don’t squander it; enjoy yourself.’ He’s obnoxious, you should hear Duncan talk about his disappointment of a teacher. He’s a doofus this, a fool that, can’t do a single thing right, hasn’t killed someone in so many years, because he’s too drunk or too stoned to do so.”
“You fucked him,” Dana told her with a grin. Katherine growled, she really hated that they were so much alike that the other could second-guess her every action and thought; almost like she could read her mind.
“You were lovers,” Katherine stated, realizing the other way around worked too when a pained looked flashed across her alter ego’s face. Odd; so much alike, and yet so different. Like two sides of the same coin.
“He’s dead, he’s also in here. I took the head of his killer,” Dana said painfully, pointing at her head a moment.
Katherine looked at Dana for a few moments, and then said, “As much as this conversation is riveting, I’ll go get some sleep, perhaps you should too. We’re still going to have to convince the resistance we’re good folk and we shouldn’t be blown out of the sky.”
Chapter 6: The Emperor’s New Concubine
Ezri stepped into the Emperor’s room, with a guard behind her. Fighting herself out of this was obviously out of the question: the ship was too big, there were too many Klingons and she didn’t have the physique or fighting skill her former host had - she made a mental not that she really should work on that; they were at war, as well as this and the former Immortal situation, it was obvious she needed it. Finally Dana had told her to stay put, and she believed and trusted her Immortal friend when it came to her life.
The room had hardly any comforts, which rather surprised Ezri. Usually emperors and like-minded absolutely-in-power despots, often corrupt, made sure they had at least /some/ comfort and luxury - even when not corrupt. The quarters though, were relatively small, about the size of a Federation Starship, standard crew quarters - not even the roomier executive quarters - but bare. No paintings, no gold-trimmed things, and no four-poster bed; a cold uncovered bunk. A few seats and a couch were present - except that they were of equally cold metal, and no cushions or other things for comfort. A door in the back led to, Ezri guessed, a bathroom - it seemed that was the only luxury that Kahless allotted himself; the other Klingons were all required to use a public bathroom. Of course, hardly a Klingon even had private quarters in /Ezri’s/ universe, but from what she saw that was much more common place in this one. The less ‘honorable’ Klingons seemed to like creature comforts more than their other universe counterparts.
“Come in, and take a seat!” Kahless bellowed, gesturing to the couch and chairs around a small table. He dismissed Ezri’s guards with a wave, who promptly returned to where they came from. Ezri watched the guard go for a moment, thinking about the order that sounded more like a request, and then decided to sit down in the couch. Was she imagining it? Or were her cell’s bunks more comfortable?
Ezri chose to remain quiet, simply waiting for whatever the Klingon Emperor had planned. The chances of Kahless doing something to harm her, were slim, Ezri guessed. At least until /after/ Dana had killed O’Brien, or was killed trying.
“I have a proposal for you,” Kahless said with a huge grin that sent shivers down Ezri’s spines - both her host’s and the symbiont’s, as it sizzled at it. The grin was both possessive, lecherous, as friendly and extremely confident. Suffice it to say, it got mixed reactions from Ezri, who stayed extremely cautious.
“A proposal?” she questioned, and watched the impossible lean and well-muscled legendary warrior sit down in a chair opposite her. This Kahless was in that regard nothing like the burly, jovial emperor of her own dimension - of course, she had never actually /met/ the man or talked to him, so perhaps the two were more alike than she thought, but it didn’t seem possible.
“The crew is tired, they could use some entertainment, and Klingon females aboard this ship are neither inclined, nor - I’m thinking from their moving - particularly able to move graciously,” the Emperor told her, gauging her reaction.
Ezri frowned, thought around Kahless’ statement, and then her eyes widened, saying, “You want me to put on a striptease for them?”
“Indeed,” Kahless smiled lecherously at her, taking in the tight black leather clothes the pirates had put her in to pass her off as the Ezri Tigan from this dimension - it was most certainly becoming.
Ezri was obviously taken aback at this, not to mention most certainly not amused. “Not even if you make me your empress,” she told him resolutely, folding her arms across her chest.
Kahless laughed out loud, making Ezri decidedly uncomfortable. A statement like that was not to amuse after all. “I like you, Ezri Dax, in more ways than one,” Kahless told her then. “But I would strongly urge you to reconsider . . . accidents have an annoying knack of occurring when one least expects it.”
Ezri blew some air out her nose, and told him, “You wouldn’t dare! Even if she won’t go through with committing genocide, she most certainly will kill you, and probably everyone on this ship.”
“Ah, but an accident is an accident, my dear,” Kahless said with hawk eyes, “If I can prove it was an accident, she can’t fault me for an accident.”
“Oh, she’s not all that nice and enlightened, she can and would, and even if she can’t, doesn’t mean she’s not going to kill you anyway,” Ezri told him with a grin, remembering her redheaded lover was born all the way back in the barbaric 20th century.
Kahless snickered, and said, “Perhaps you are right, perhaps you are wrong, and then again, perhaps she’ll flee back to her own dimension first chance she gets.”
“She won’t,” Ezri replied calmly. She kept her face cool, betraying nothing but rock solid confidence in her friend. Inside though, she was not so certain. What did she know about Dana Scully when it came down to it? A quick encounter all the way back then, some sex in this era, and a mutual kidnapping experience. Then there was the basic knowledge that she was a Federation ambassador, and she’d just returned from an undercover, secret mission behind Dominion lines. That wasn’t much about a period of over four hundred years. And she - being more then three centuries old - knew just how long a time that was, how much could happen to a person, change her. She could very well return to their birth dimension first chance she got. In fact, for all Ezri knew, Dana might actually turn around and decide to work for Kahless full time.
“Well, would you consider dancing if I let you sleep in this comfortable bed instead of a hard slab in a cell?” he asked her with a smirk.
“You mean sleep /with/ you in that bed, no doubt,” Ezri told him harshly. “Even if I would consider it, I know Klingon sex. I don’t like all the beating up games,” she told him. Her previous host Jadzia seemed to enjoy it though, but the concept made Ezri Dax ill.
“Huh? Beating up games? What do you mean?” Kahless asked her.
Ezri blinked several times, and then told him, “Oh, well, anyway, I’m not sleeping with you.”
Kahless gave her a smile, and said, “That’s okay, about that striptease though, the crew /is/ getting restless.”
Ezri considered it, and since she didn’t quite know for sure just how well she knew Dana, or rather her present day self, nor whether or not this Kahless or his crew were willing to risk Dana’s wrath, she nodded, “Fine.”
==O==
Katherine’s private ship, which looked like a triangular speedy devil and dangerous to the extreme, entered the Bajoran system, and with it Terok Nor’s space. After a moment a deadly looking ship decloaked right next to them, and they were hailed.
Katherine pushed the button that allowed the hail to come in. A small screen in the middle of their seemingly rudimentary cockpit came to life, showing a pissed-off-looking male with exotic features. “I am Bashir of the Warship Defiant, identify yourselves, or be blown out of space,” he sneered at them.
Dana activated the com system and returned, “I am Dana Scully, and this is my sister Katherine.” Katherine scowled, annoyed that she hadn’t been able to take ‘Dana’ back this way. Her mirror image was getting on her nerves. “We are free-trading, free-thinking humans that agree with the cause.”
“And you expect me to take you on your word?” Bashir spoke from the screen.
Dana gave Katherine a look, and she pushed a few buttons, sending over an Alliance registration number for her craft, as well as IDs for her and her ‘sister’. “Go ahead and take your time to check it all,” she told Bashir with a bright smile. She could see him almost smile before cutting the connection. Good, that would distract him. “I should do the talking, I live in this universe,” Katherine told Dana somewhat annoyed. Dana shrugged, and give her a alter ego a sweet smile.
After a short while Bashir came back on the screen, and he said, “You seem to check out enough, but don’t think we won’t be watching you.”
“Of course,” Katherine answered him with a smile, “You can’t be too careful these days.”
Bashir’s eyes narrowed at her, saying, “Do not dare to take anything more heavy than a pistol on board the station. The Defiant will escort you, deviate from course, and you’ll be blown away.”
“Understood,” Dana answered, and then looked at the course sent over to them. Katherine laid in the course, and slowly moved the ship forward.
The communications ended, and Katherine muttered, “Pleasant fella, I think I’d like to chop off his head.” Dana looked over casually, and Katherine gave her a sharp, deadly smile.
A short while later they reached the station, and the Defiant stayed on patrol. Many small ships and a few runabouts were either flying around, or were docked to the station. There was one other ship hanging above it: the massive former Klingon command ship, the Megh’var. The same type of ship that the Klingon Emperor now had under his command; and much bigger than the Megh’var class from Dana’s home universe. She wondered which ship was better: the bigger one with more power, or was it too big and sluggish to keep up with the smaller one. She quickly dismissed her useless musings.
After they docked, the airlock door into the station rolled up. The door - with a thick see-through material as several rounded rectangular windows - looked like a cartwheel that rolled into place, just like in Dana’s universe. Behind the door however, there was a clear distinction between Terok Nor here, and Deep Space 9 back home. Where Deep Space 9 was well kept, and as a result clean, Terok Nor was not. This station was obviously dirty. Dust, and other assorted dirts, and even an occasional discarded large solid object, littered the docking ring at first glance alone. The dirt was made worse, because of the different lighting. Deep Space 9 was usually well-lit, and often more than that - it was also tastefully lit, many times new lamps were added to the existing ones. The resistance occupying Terok Nor here, did not have the resources to do so - and thus the station was much darker, and foreboding. Especially combined with the dirt, giving the place a spooky, abandoned-but-for-the-monsters feel. If Dana wasn’t familiar with monsters, just too old to believe in them, too powerful and too indestructible for most of them, she might have gotten apprehensive - besides, she had been a monster herself, and she had been worse than most of those who were around.
Katherine tried to discern any emotional reaction from her alter ego, but she couldn’t: Dana’s eyes just slowly roamed the place. “This could use a cleaning lady,” Dana finally commented calmly. Katherine smirked slightly. As they started walking several well-armed men and women, all human came towards them.
Dana noticed how her mirror’s demeanor changed, from the woman that practically radiated disinterest, danger, maliciousness if not downright evil, to a gentle, caring, and harmless soul. It was obvious Katherine knew how to lull people into a false sense of security - good, for a moment there she was starting to worry the humans would try to kill them after mere seconds.
The Terran in charge was a beautiful, raven-haired young woman, who came forward from the middle of the armed group, and said, “Welcome to Terok Nor, home of the rebellion. I’m Shania Diran, and however it pains me to have to do this to fellow Terrans, I have to ask: what is your business here?”
“We wish to help,” Dana said gently.
Katherine took over and said, “We are free traders, we come everywhere, that means there are ears everywhere. Wherever we go, there are also other actions we can undertake. If you need us here, we are even willing to stay and help directly. We just wish to be truly free again, rightly so, not this people peering at you like you’re filthy trash, not this thousand different security measures - which makes you feel you’re in prison even when you’re out flying amongst the stars.”
Shania nodded slowly, and then gestured to where she came from. “This way,” she said calmly, “You can keep a few of your weapons, but none will be left active if and when the great leader O’Brien wishes to speak to you. If he doesn’t, you’ll probably get orders from someone else, or you’re turned away. Make no mistake, everything may look fine with you, it will take time before you’ve earned our trust fully - one thing not to our liking, and you might not get out of here at all.”
“Of course,” Dana said as she and her ‘twin’ started going in the desired direction.
Katherine added, “We wouldn’t have expected otherwise.”
*****
A minute later they arrived at their destination, which turned out to be somewhat of a central hub. There were several counters, which seemed relatively primitive, not much more than a small table. Multiple boxes and other containers were around the room, some on anti-grav carriers ready to be shipped out, some were being shipped out right now. Undoubtedly they were all kinds of supplies, including weapons or materials required to build them. Their escorts came to a halt at a counter. Dana and Katherine stepped forward, taking in the Bajoran sitting at the counter. He was dressed in some drab, brown clothes, that hardly could be considered clothes - they weren’t quite rags, but it shouldn’t take so long any more. In fact, everyone except Dana and Katherine seemed to be wearing clothes that weren’t exactly pristine. The man had dark hair, and his eyes were barely visible because he continued to look down at his computer. “Names,” he questioned coolly.
“Dana and Katherine Scully,” Katherine offered, sending a chill down Dana’s spine. It was extremely odd to see and hear another her that wasn’t in the mirror, she had yet to get used to it.
“Occupation,” he droned on.
“Free traders,” Dana offered this time around.
“Possible benefit to the resistence,” he asked, typing away on his Alliance computer.
Katherine once more answered, naming several benefits, among others containing: spying, sabotage, and assassination. Finally the man looked up with raised eyebrows, apparently a little surprised, and trying to figure out whether the woman’s claims had any validity. Dana gave a nice smile, while Katherine smirked. *She’s got the subtlety of a mule,* Dana thought without showing a hint of that emotion. Their escorts too looked somewhat taken aback, but kept their cool. The man interviewing them dipped his head back down, and continued with his interview: which places have you been, how free are you to go around there, etc., etc. Finally, after twenty minutes of solid interviewing, the man said they were free to go around, but not to leave until they had verified their information. The clerk that pointed them toward the desk where they could hire a room for their stay. Dana thanked him, and the two of them left, their escorts stayed behind.
Once they had a room, they went onward into the station. The corridor they entered, was better lit then at their arrival point, but something about the station stayed ‘dark’ in comparison to Deep Space 9 to Dana. The place was still dirty though, grime, dust and other filth was on the ground, on the walls, and on crossbeams. There were also subtle differences between this Cardassian inspired design, and Deep Space 9. There were a few Klingon touches here and there, but mostly where Deep Space 9 breathed an air wholly militaristic, the mirror Terok Nor was slightly more . . . Dana couldn’t quite put a finger on what; relaxed? Free? Pragmatic? Scientific? Civilian? Something was off and it put Dana ill at ease. Here she was with her mirror image; and she didn’t quite know which of them was stronger. They were the same! There didn’t seem to be a way to out trick her, or do a move the other didn’t know, the same way she’d have to be careful about her own abilities. Did the other Dana have the same mental abilities as well? Or at least defenses against them? To top it off, a friend was trapped, held hostage, the entire alliance that was holding her against her - and she had to kill the leader of their enemy, the resistance leader - meaning she was caught between two hostile forces. No doubt, Kahless had no intention of letting Ezri, and probably her go free - so how to convince a resistence leader you came to kill him, but not really, but oh yeah, my exact mirror opposite /will/ kill you. She needed time to think, and yet she needed to act as soon as possible. She decided that for now the best way to continue, would be to learn as much about this place as well as her alter ego as possible. Of course, problem was as evidenced before, no doubt her alter ego would learn quite a bit, if not just as much, from the questions as well as any answers she might give - or /not/ give - to her the other Dana’s own question. It would be quite an interesting battle of wits - if she wasn’t so worried about Ezri.
“So,” Dana started softly once she was certain there were no listening devices or other sensors that would allow one to understand what she was saying, “ever heard of a guy named Brandon Johnson?”
They continued their casual walking through the corridors of Terok Nor, and Katherine for her part was just as nervous as Dana - albeit having a basic desire to add Dana’s power to her own, at all costs. This very reason, was why Katherine decided to take Dana up on her offer for the battle of words, wits, and she who reveals most. She needed to know Dana’s full capacity; what she could do, how she could do it, how long she could manage to do it, etc. She knew her alter ego was a ninja, and her alter ego knew she was not. And that was about it - it seemed that she had a head start on her from the other side. “I met him . . . and chopped his head off,” Katherine answered calmly.
Dana nodded, “Me too; did he . . . leave a souvenir?”
Katherine looked over at Dana, taking her in. “I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about,” she answered her other self, who gave a mild nod. The two of them had made quite some distance, passing a few people here and there - all of which were agitated, spying from their eyes, hunched over in secrecy. Once again Dana was struck by the difference. Back home people were agitated, even a bit afraid, other angry or in sadness over lost comrades - but even with the devastating Dominion War being fought, none of them were hunched over, none of them needed secrecy, none of them were afraid to be spied upon - at least not amongst their own people.
The two reached an elevator, and got in. After telling the elevator where to go, Katherine asked, “What could that bastard possibly have left me? He killed his own teacher before coming after me, some German.”
“Deichmann,” Dana supplied, while her alter ego looked at her. If Dana didn’t answer, Katherine would stop playing ball, and she’d never get more out of her. The elevator stopped, and they reached their floor. “A daughter,” she told the other her, secure in the knowledge it wouldn’t help this Dana one little bit.
“What? He took a child as his own in your reality? That makes no sense?” Katherine asked confused, peering at Dana.
Dana shook her head, and said in a matter to impart her coldness to Katherine, “He knocked me up.”
“That’s impossible!” Katherine exclaimed, and quickly silence, extending her sixth sense to make sure nobody was present. Then she continued softly, “Even if you’re from another reality, we shouldn’t be that different. We can’t get children.”
Dana grinned as she told Katherine, “Yes, we can. One period every seventy-five or so years, and only between Immortals. Chances of it occurring; one pregnancy every ten thousand years or so - in the entire population.”
Katherine stopped, looking at Dana with large eyes. Dana stopped as well, giving her alter ego time to process that information. Perhaps that was even beneficial! It was obvious it was a shock to Katherine and that state might make her more loose-lipped. “So, Katherine,” Dana smiled slyly, as they reached their room. She started opening it, making sure no one was in earshot, she asked, “Who’s head did you last take?”
The door to the apartment slit open, as Katherine muttered, “Hmm, oh, some newbie dipshit.” Dana nodded, and they entered the apartment. As the door slid shut behind them, Katherine asked, “Children?”
Dana nodded, looking around, taking in the Spartan Cardassian quarters. There was a utilitarian couch and table. The table silver-colored metal, and the couch covered in a brown, soft material. There was a mirror, a replicator slot, and in the back there was a doorway to the bed- and bathroom. “Have you ever beaten Duncan?” Dana asked casually with a disinterested tone, faking a much greater interest in the small room and its contents.
“I don’t believe you,” Katherine said in answer to Dana’s claims.
Dana could see from her alter ego’s reaction she most definitely hadn’t beaten Duncan. She revealed her watch on her left wrist, which was far more than a watch. She pushed several buttons, and a small see-through hologram of Ellen appeared. “This is her,” Dana said with a proud smile. “I think you can see the resemblance to me and to Brandon if you remember what he looked like.”
Katherine walked over, and marveled up close at the rotating projection, which then zoomed in on Ellen’s face, zoomed back out, and made several more movements to show all of Ellen over a short period of time. Ellen was smiling, and she made a wave at her mother, which then repeated. “Flesh from my flesh, Quickening from my Quickening,” Dana said with a proud and loving smile. “She was born Immortal, not pre-Immortal, Immortal, although she grew up normally. She stopped aging somewhere between seventeen and nineteen years naturally, without the need for a First Death . . . she’s the first true Immortal born.”
“Damn, she /does/ look like us, like an Amazon version,” Katherine muttered in surprise. Dana hadn’t been lying.
“So, Connor’s still alive, huh? He ever bothered to teach you anything,” Dana said as she walked away from Katherine and sat down on the couch, which wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it wasn’t uncomfortable either.
“Just how to suck cock,” Katherine muttered in thought, but not without a slightly smile on her face. “And some tricks and moves here and there.”
“You had no one before Duncan? And what about /him/,” Dana asked a little confused.
Katherine looked at Dana for a moment, then replied with a smirk, “They just got me to suck, Connor taught me how to do it properly.”
“Interesting,” Dana said with the same smirk.
“What about you?” Katherine questioned.
Dana looked at her, leaned back, laying her arms on the head rest in luxurious comfort, smiled and answered, “Oh, I was taught how to do it properly long before Connor.” She flashed back for a moment to her college professor, then stuffed it away quickly.
“Lucky you,” Katherine deadpanned with some annoyance, “I meant swordplay.”
“Yeah, some tricks and moves, my real trainer was Duncan,” Dana replied, and so the two were at a stalemate for now.
The intercom in the room chirped, and Katherine walked over. She answered the intercom, and had a short conversation. The connection was severed, and Katherine turned around. “That was O’Brien’s personal assistant; we made an impression, we have an appointment with him in the morning concerning our assistance in the rebellion,” Katherine spoke with a grin. “You wanna kill him right away, or wait?” Katherine asked with raised eyebrows.
Another question to get information on her, Dana realized, and figured Katherine might as well know. “We ninja prefer to take our time, find out the security measures, learn every way in and out, seek out different sites where and scenarios of how the assassination can take place, and how to get away unscathed if possible, then strike with subterfuge. I vote to do it that way,” Dana spoke calmly.
Katherine grinned, “All right, we’ll do it your way first; blowing this entire place to smithereens is always a backup option.”
==O==
Ezri couldn’t believe she was doing this. She peeked stealthily past the curtains for a moment, seeing the crowd of Klingons - both male and female - hollering for the promised show. She didn’t see any Cardassians present - in fact she didn’t think she’d seen any Cardassians at all. There must not be many Cardassians on a Klingon vessel apparently, which struck Ezri as odd; Federation ships were crewed by many different species, wouldn’t an alliance of several decades old not have gotten a good presence of the other species in the alliance on board, and vice versa? Perhaps this alliance wasn’t quite as solid as it first appeared.
The wide spacious room, mostly green in hue, was usually the mess hall, today there was a makeshift stage with a shiny, golden pole in a front round spot. There was a longer walking ramp to the round part, a wide horizontal stage before it, and curtains covering up Ezri’s dressing room, which was luckily well stocked. The crude replicators had at least managed to get her some decent grooming materials so she could look every bit a seductress - her red lips and heavy eye shadow attesting to that. The thickness of the makeup layer, the green eyeshadow included would make her less appealing up close, but she had to reach the back of the room as well. The stage and the pole were holographic projections, projected by two large, bulky, relatively portable holo-emitters. Building the stage, putting it in, and then taking it out again was much more time consuming than just projecting them. Ezri hoped the emitters wouldn’t fail, making her land on her ass a meter lower onto the floor of the Klingon ship.
The Klingons themselves were mostly sitting on chairs, a lot of them close to the stage. Only a few were standing and they were further away from the stage of Ezri’s humiliation; or grand triumph. She hoped for the last - just don’t be nervous, don’t blush and it should be possible.
Ezri went to pace back and forth to psyche herself up. *Come on,* Ezri thought to herself. *It isn’t like you haven’t done this before for partners. Of course it was never in front of a crowd . . . shut up, you can do this!* She looked down at herself, taking in her apparel. The same uniform Jadzia wore when she was in the Earth-counted twenty-third century - except this one was blue instead of red, and it was a two-piece that left her midriff bare. *I definitely can’t believe this,* she thought to herself. Kahless - who was undoubtedly present in the audience - really had a sick sense of humor when he had suggested what she should be taking off. It was of course, also to bolster the Klingons spirit, seeing the uniform of the former terror of the galaxy reduced to striptease apparel. She wore stockings with a garter belt instead of pantyhose, and the tiniest string as the barest excuse for panties. Over the panties she at least wore a bigger undergarment for the extra enticing; take it off and reveal yet more panties instead of the prize - not good to wear too little when doing a striptease, it had to last after all. Which reminded her. She took a few steps to the hanger in the short boots with obscenely high heels - the twenty-third century had heels alright, but they were never /this/ high. She knew! She had /lived/ in that century, these heels that were replicated for her were at least three centimeters higher. On the hanger hung the finishing touch to her clothing. Ezri took the coat the women wore on missions to hostile planets. Of course underneath it they would never have worn the uniform she was wearing now, for it would never provide the required protection from whatever made the planets’ atmospheres hostile.
Ezri zipped and tied up the coat that reached to her knees, and took one final breath. Here went nothing - stupid kidnappers, stupid Dana leaving her here, stupid Kahless. *Okay, stop! Focus, we have a room full of murderous, wound-up tight Klingons to entertain,* she thought, and decided to take another final breath.
Ezri pushed a button on an intercom interface on the wall, and said, “Computer, music.” There came a rough sound that was the Klingon equivalent of an acknowledgment chirp, and the rhythmic music she had chosen came on. The room beyond the curtains quieted a bit - Klingons were never completely quiet - and so Ezri started her routine. Putting a seductive smile on her face, she passed first one enticing leg past the curtains, and stayed in that position for a half a second, during which time the Klingons became loud again, shouting Klingon catcalls and whistles. Ezri then stepped fully into view with a slow turn, moving her hips out to her right, and leaning with her hand on her left knee. The coat rode up, giving promising glimpses of what lay underneath, but it was just too long to show any of the good stuff, making the Klingons call out in encouragement and disappointment.
Ezri then started walking forward across the ramp, exaggeratingly swaying her hips with the beat of the music. She reached the pole and turned around. She arched her back and leant her ass and her upper back against the golden pole. She slid around it, keeping her ass against it, smiling at the crowd who groaned and yelled. She put her legs wide, and bent over, sliding her bottom alongside the hard pole. She looked up into the hall, and placed her left index finger in front her pouting lips. The room went silent, with the exception of only a few disturbances here and there. At the same time Ezri slowly moved to a straight position again, grabbing the collar of her coat with her right hand at the same time and pulling down, offering glimpses of her skin and the uniform beneath. The silencing of the room made Ezri realize just how much control she had over her captive audience - a /Klingon/ captive audience. At that realization a secret thrill run up Ezri’s spine. She spread her legs and swayed her bottom, then took a seductive step forward. She pulled the coat open at the collar, pushed her chest out, and then let the coat go, moving her hands down her chest. She pushed her ass out as she did, and let her hands flow into the cleft her legs, pulling the coat up. Her hands moved across her mound, as she closed her legs around them and bent over. The pulled up, the coat riding higher now, high enough to show the skirt underneath, which also rode up, offering the sight of her black stocking tops and garters, as well as the first glimpse of the rounding of her ass cheeks.
The sensation of her hands moving there, as well as the encouraging yells and growls of the Klingons got an unexpected reaction out of her. As she straightened back up to make sure she didn’t show off too much too soon, her hands moved back across the same body part, and there was no mistaking it - arousal. A single fraction of a second it startled her, startled that the power and hungry looks could have this kind of effect on her. She’d never considered it a possibility. *Ignore it!* she told herself harshly as she continued her striptease - if she didn’t and got caught up in it, she’d screw up and embarrass herself even more.
Ezri turned around and superiorly, swaying her ass, walked back to where she came from. The Klingons went nuts, screaming, growling, threatening to tear her limb from limb. If she could see him, she’d know that Kahless was worried for a moment his hostage was about to die. Ezri stopped one third of the way, and innocently and questioningly pointed at herself, while turning her head, looking at the Klingons on either side of her with a surprised and questioning look - her mouth open, offering, inviting round, red lips with a delicate tongue in between. The Klingons cheered, and Ezri brought her hand shyly in front of her mouth. The music changed smoothly to a bit more active beat, and Ezri turned to her right. She opened the highest button of her coat, taking swaying steps forward to the edge of the stage. She spread her legs wide, look imperiously down at the Klingons in the first row as she opened a few more buttons. The men looked up at her, mesmerized. Once enough of the buttons were open, she sank down into an enticing spread-legged squat. She beckoned the Klingon right in front of her closer, and he came. With a feral grin he lent forward to her chest. Just as he was about to reach it, Ezri’s left hand covered his whole face, fingers spread apart. He looked up at her instinctively and she wiggled her right index finger at him. She brought her left hand back, and gently nudged the middle of his forehead ridges with her right index finger. Smoothly the Klingon sat back down.
Ezri straightened up seductively once more, while she reflected how completely the Klingon had been putty in her hands - except a certain part of his anatomy which would be rock hard. A powerful pulse of arousal shot to her body. The exhibitionism was a whole lot less responsible for her arousal than the power trip. She turned around, and squatted down again at the edge, giving the Klingons there the same view. Then she got up, and once again with swinging hips in sync with the music walked forward to the round spot with the pole in the middle. As she walked she slowly unbuttoned more of her coat. Once again in front of the pole, she pulled the three quarters open coat wide, and squatted down, showing her top, her cleavage and the first glimpses of the skin of her midriff. She wasn’t sitting still, but gently moving her body along with the music. Then she stood up, unbuttoning more of the coat, which was finally completely open when was she was standing straight up again. She opened the coat, and let it first slide of her left shoulder. She turned a quarter of a circle around, rolling her shoulder, partially covered by her sleeveless, blue, uniform top and offered it up for a seductive inspection. She turned another quarter circle, this time doing the same with her right shoulder. Then she turned around a half-circle facing left again, and bent her knees, swaying her body, as she slowly, rubbing the material on her body and uniform, opened and closed the coat.
Abruptly she turned around to her right, walked over powerfully as the music turned it up a notch. Walking over she slid her left arm from the sleeve of the coat. The newly uncovered arm she used to pull the coat fully off her body, completely revealing her mini-skirted Terran uniform. The Klingons made both appreciative, and insulting remarks. Ezri moved the coat to her right hand, and turned around back toward the middle. Her right hand holding the coat stayed back, and moved it about with an air of utter superiority and complete disregard for the people watching her. Her face reflected the same emotions; a superior smirk adorning her face. As she started a walk back toward the middle of her circle, she dropped the coat with an air of utter disinterest. The coat dropped over a Klingon’s head, who started pulling it away from his face with growls of frustration.
Her midriff was bare, and with it her side spots there. As she sensually walked back to in front of the pole, she let her hands move over them to accentuate them. Of course, her spots being erogenous zones, it didn’t help her cool down any. The Klingons obviously liked her spots from their loud shouts. Once in front of the pole, she gently bent forward, bringing her down over her short skirt. She moved them to her back side then, and let them sexily move over it. Of course, she ‘accidentally’ moved her hands back up a bit too fast, throwing up her skirt just a bit, showing the blue, wide standard uniform panties pulled tightly over her cute ass. She straightened up, spread her legs a bit, and twisted her pelvis around. She threw her hips to her left, and just lifted up her skirt enough to show the front of the panties. She pointed at them with a questioning expression - immediately there was a huge roar that she should take them off. She placed her right hand thoughtfully on her chin, tapping it twice with her index finger. Then she seductively licked her lips and turned around sexily. She bent over, arching her back and pushing her ass out. The skirt rode up, and showed her panties and the garters holding her stockings up. She leant herself against the pole, placing it directly between the cleft of her breasts, as her hands moved slowly across her body - thumb gently over her spots, while the fingers were on her tummy. She reached under her skirt, and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties. With a slight, erotic, aroused moan to show she was aroused and liked this - less of an act than she would have liked - she slowly pulled down the panties, revealing . . . a tiny blue string. She turned her head back, looking at her audience with an innocent expression. The Klingons made many different sounds, ranging from frustration, to demands to take the string of, to amusement, the last mostly coming from females.
Ezri moved the panties smoothly the rest of the way, and stepped out of them. Swaying her hips, she took a few steps left and right across the round part of the stage, swinging the panties lazily on her right index finger. Then she tossed it into the crowd, and several Klingons jumped high to catch them. Smiling she turned around, and walked to the pole. She grabbed high with both hands, and pulled herself up. She let herself slide around the pole back down, her skirt flirting upward offering glimpses of her tiny panties and the stockings, garters and the garter belt, as well as lovely views of the spotted legs and bum. The smooth muscles of her legs so close to the cold, unyielding metal made an enticing sight. Having made a circle, she turned around riding her back against the pole. Legs wide, she circled around the pole again, showing herself off in the similar manner - the curves of her legs and crotch enticing. Without slowing down, her right hand came up, grabbed the pole, and her body twisted lightly to heave her side against the pole. She made a third circle, sideways hanging with one hand - she brought her upper leg up, parallel with the pole, allowing everyone a quick peek right in her still covered crotch.
Done with her pirouettes around the pole, Ezri jumped up again, grabbing high. She pulled herself up completely, riding the pole with the front of her body, right between her legs. She pulled her lower body up and up. The cool metal riding across her already inflamed vagina made her even more aroused - she was certain she was wet by now. She ignored it though, continuing her routine. She pulled her right leg back, and brought it on the same side as her left. She pulled herself further upward, circling her body like a snake around the pole, making the Klingons cheer for more. She didn’t go down this time though, no she pulled her lower body even higher, until she was finally upside down. Her skirt hung down offering a magnificent view of her lower body, and her creamy, spotted asscheeks. She slipped her right leg back on the other side of the pole, adding additional leverage. Thank god for Starfleet training, and Emony’s gymnastics, it allowed her to do these enticing athletics. Of course, the blood was starting to go to her brain, and several months earlier she had already found, that instead of it being relaxing with Emony, it quickly made her - Ezri - ill, which meant she had to get back upright quickly.
She spread her legs in a split, right leg forward, left backward, accentuating her stocking-clad legs. Circling around the pole she moved down, then brought the legs together again, taking the pole between her feet and bending her legs in a ‘O’ around them. Reaching the floor, she bent at the waist, lying down on the floor on the top of her back - successfully completing that ordeal with relief. She split her legs again, this time left and right, and slid her crotch down along the pole, pushing herself further backward till her back was fully on the ground. The Klingons loved her for it - the sight of her welcoming skin pushing against the pole made for an imaginative sight. Her vagina loved her for it as well - the movement along the cool smooth metal had fully set her ablaze. With some effort she put her mind into ignoring the sensation, and turned around on her stomach, twisting away from the pole to face the right side of the hall to make sure the pole wasn’t in the way of her left leg.
Slowly she pushed herself up onto all fours, arching her back to push her rear up and out. The lovely curve of her ass cheeks made for a highly sexual sight in the dim lightning. With a smile she crawled back down the runway, just out of reach of enthusiastic Klingons. She made sure her feet didn’t hit the ground, angling them upward. Her smile became predatory, licking her lips equally so. She invoked the sight of a feline on the prowl, which had the Klingons blood boiling. Her skirt bobbed with each movement, giving glimpses to the people behind her of her string panties and lovely, round asscheeks. The music came down a little, for this relatively inactive part. Halfway the ramp, still flirting with the Klingons on her side, she stopped. She pushed her right foot up and back, arching her back even more. She reached backward with her right hand, and gently took a hold of her high-heeled boot. With a tug the boot came free, and brought it forward, lowering her leg. She took the heel in her mouth and suckled on it, moving it back and forth a little. Her red lips making an ‘o’ as her cheeks were sucked in, heightening the suggestion of sex a hundred fold. The audience was awed, judging by the momentary silence.
Putting the boot away, she crawled over to the other side. She sat down on her tush, putting her legs apart, and leaning luxuriously back on her hands. She brought her left leg up, offering the Klingons an amazing view of her legs and barely-panty-covered crotch, the spots on the outside of her legs visible through the sheer material of her stockings almost begging to be touched. She pointed the heel to a Klingon, and she whispered with a smile, “Would you?” The Klingon grinned baring his teeth. He moved forward and took the heel in his mouth with a growl, mimicking Ezri’s earlier action. He then took the boot and pulled it off. She gave him a personal smile, and put herself back on all fours, after which she crawled back to the pole. Kahless had promised he had placed some guards to protect her well-being, but she didn’t quite trust the guards abilities to keep a level head, or if they weren’t the ones jumping on the stage to grab her - making the whole ordeal extra nerve-inducing. The danger increasing the pleasant tingling in her flesh. The thrills in her body had grown even more as no male or female Klingon had even dared to get up on the stage, she had them under complete control - the sensation accompanied by physical stimulation of erogenous zones, produced an amazing, mounting buzz in her.
She reached the pole, and pressed her chest into it again, the pole tightening the fabric of her top around her breasts once more, accentuating her lovely rounded globes and making them look a bit bigger. She got up, sliding her chest along the pole, and then gently wrapped her unshoed foot around the pole. She circled the pole fully once, and then stood with spread legs facing the front. She looked down at the tight top perturbed, and gently took hold of her breasts. She made an annoyed face at the far too tight top. The look of her spread legs, the skirt only just below her crotch and her holding her breasts fondly were quite arousing.
“TAKE IT OFF!” a Klingon female suggested in Klingon.
Ezri smiled gratefully at the direction from where the suggestion came. She reached around her back, and found the zipper. Slowly dancing to the music, she pulled it down, while more Klingons yelled for her to simply tear it off. She grabbed the front of her top as she reached the bottom of the zipper, then brought that hand back; holding the top with both hands. She circled around, swaying to the music, revealing an unmarred back, without any sign of a bra. The males went even wilder slamming their feet rhythmically on the floor. Circling again till she faced the front, she gently pulled her right hand out the arm opening - still no sign of a bra. She repeated with her left hand, and only then pulled the top away from her breasts with a smile. She licked her lips as she revealed the black strapless bra - only two cups pulling her breasts together, much to the audience’s disappointment, and yet mounting buzz. The sight of Ezri’s lovely tongue suggestively licking her lips, added to the sight of her barely covered breasts - the soft tongue and lips making promises of stimulation and access Ezri’d never keep. She gently took her breasts in hand, kneaded them, felt them up, and then moved her hands down along the spot-lanes that curved up over the top of her breasts and up her neck.
Ezri made a quick twirl, allowing her skirt to whirl up and her breasts to gently move. She then walked to the right. Reaching the side of the circle, she went down, kneeling on her left leg, while she placed her right foot on the ground. The bent position of the leg, offered up her right, lower side of her tush, the skirt enticingly ridden up to reveal her stocking top and garter. She sat down with her bottom on her lower left leg, and pushed her hip toward the Klingons. Quickly, to keep them /all/ from grabbing, she said looking intensely into the eyes of one of them, “I always have trouble with the garter, would you be so kind.” She pointed her right hand at the side garter, as she gently rocked her body to the rhythm of the music.
With a smile and low growl from the back of his throat, the Klingon reached forward, grabbing the back of her leg with his left hand. His right moved toward the garter. Ezri tapped his left hand with her right index finger and as she blinked her eyes at him, she said, “Uh, uh, just the garter.” He complied, and then slowly opened the garter. “Thank you,” she told the Klingon who answered her lewdly. She smiled at him as she slid forward, and requested the same for her forward garter from another Klingon. With a wanton smile the Klingon reached over. He took a quick feel, but then opened the garter.
Ezri blew him a kiss as she gently shimmied backward, spreading her legs suggestively. If this were a bedroom and there was but one Klingon, he would have mounted her right then. The curve of her ass, now only partially covered by the skirt, beckoned everyone’s gazes, and much more. Reaching the pole she turned around, and pulled herself up. She walked over to the beat of the music to left side, as before swaying her hips. She sat down again, the same way except the legs were switched. Sitting down on her right leg, her left was bent up in a triangle, her garter pushed out. “I have the same problem on the left side,” Ezri said sweetly. The Klingon in front of her reached over and opened her first garter, while he locked eyes with her lustfully. Ezri smiled as she held eye contact. Then she moved forward to another Klingon and offered again. He needn’t be told, quickly unhooking the garter.
Ezri got back up on all fours, and crawled sexily back to the middle of the circle. She sat down and leaning back against the pole, bringing up her left leg at the same time, while she curled her right underneath as support for her left. Licking her upper lip, she let her eyes look suggestively from right to left, moving her head just a tiny little bit along with the eye movement. While doing this, she moved her left hand up and down her lifted thigh, and slightly bent lovely leg. She brought her hand back down to the tops of her stockings. Her right hand moved over to the right side of the tops at the same time. Delicately she took the tops between thumbs and index fingers, and rolled the stockings up slowly, revealing more and more leg - the side covered in a lane of spots. The Klingons roared at the sight, like most wanting to grab the leg and feel it - feel it wrapped around them to see if the strong softness and warmth they were promising wasn’t an empty promise. When she reached the knee, she pulled her leg back down, bending it. She stripped the last part quickly, showed the stocking, and then tossed it into the crowd. She moved her left leg back up, and gently let her left middle-finger slide along her lane of spots, accentuating it and her lovely leg. She switched legs, putting her right up, and her left down partially under her. Gently she started rolling her right stocking up as well, looking with a smile forward, right, left, and repeating in random patterns. Reaching the knee, she pulled it over and bent her leg. The last she stripped smoothly again. The second stocking she tossed away as well, and then moved her right middle finger across the lane of spots on the outside of right leg. The Klingons urged her on, as the finger gently making a lane on her sexy flesh seemed to prove it was most assuredly not an empty promise.
Ezri slid her hand back up her spots, and continued to follow them, even the ones invisible beneath her skirt. She cupped both her breasts again, kneading them suggestively, keeping her own arousal high. Then she placed her hands on the floor, and threw her ass up. She pushed up and soon had her legs wrapped around the pole. The skirt fell down, showing her spotted sexy butt, with the thin line of blue moving through the middle, which split up into sensual high arcs around her hips to dip back down to the front. The garters hung limply down as well. Ezri took two steps with her hands, moving her crotch up along the pole, sending shivers down her body. She continued her movement, pulling first one leg then the other to the front, then pulled herself all the way up until she was standing again. The effect was breathtaking. She stepped backward, and grabbed the pole. She twisted around it once with her buttocks against it. She whirled around and once she made a circle she had the pole in both her hands. She had her arms pressed together around her breasts. Her left lower leg was against the pole. The leg was bent and the knee, showing off her spotted naked leg. It gave the illusion of straddling the pole like it was a male to ride. The klingons whistled, and yelled. Females gave lewd comments, as did the males.
Ezri brought her left middle-finger to her mouth and gave it a lick. Then she put her hand at her ass and slowly moved it along the lane of spots toward her knee, trailing a short trail of saliva. She gave a suggestive groan, as her body undulated to the sped up music. She twisted backward, once more along the pole, until she was the exact mirror image, her right leg now against the other side of the pole. Once again she moved her right hand along her leg, accentuating the now naked skin. Then she jumped up in the pole, pulling her legs up, and swirled downward around it twice. Her skirt fluttered up, giving everyone a good look at her panties. Landing on her left foot, she used it to push onward, and twirled around the pole once again. Finished with a full circle she bent over with spread legs. She looked over her shoulder as she pulled up her skirt, showing the panties and the garter belt. She bucked her ass, much to the Klingons’ delight.
Ezri pushed herself straight, and made a lovely half circle as the music swept up the crowd and her movements. Facing the front she moved her hands down across her breasts, tummy, and then over her skirt, her eyes closed and mouth open in enjoyment. She opened her eyes again and pulled her skirt up with her left hand, then moving the right to move over the panties wrapped around her pussy mound. She rubbed it twice, groaning for effect, and then let the skirt fall. She turned around and walked passed the pole onto the runway, and danced in front of the Klingons there. Her hips undulated, and her breasts bounced slightly. The dim lighting partially covering her curves made them mysterious and gave her an air raw sex. The music reached an apex, and she moved her hands beneath her skirt, and then up, high enough for the waistband of her panties. The crowd screamed, going wild, practically begging her to do it . . . so she did, pulling out the garter belt after she finished unhooking it. She held it between thumb and index finger in her right hand, and shook it as her audience groaned in disappointment before continuing their sounds of appreciation. With a quick twirl she threw the frilly piece of clothing into the crowd.
Ezri knelt down, letting her legs spread as she rubbed her breasts and her stomach. She bent her back backward further, till her breasts were pointing straight up, and she gave them a good squeeze. The position accentuated her agility, and the amazing sexuality of it and her body. Everything about her screamed, ‘make love to me.’ Then she moved back up, grabbing the hook keeping the bra pieces together. The Klingons grew louder as they urged her on, and very slowly, as if uncertain, she unhooked the bra. She pulled the bra pieces off her breasts, moving them to the middle so as to cover her lovely breasts with her arms. Certain she stayed modest for now, she tossed the bra pieces quickly high and away. She moved her arms outward, and protected her breasts with her hands alone, allowing glimpses of the desired flesh underneath. Her breasts were just a bit too big for her to cup them fully, so her fingers were wide in a star pattern. Kneading her breasts, Ezri slowly got up and looked down at them. Gently, looking with a sexy shy expression on her face, she moved her hands down and under her breasts. Curving them away, she pushed her breasts up, placing them on a lovely display. She covered her breasts again, and turned around. She gave the same show to the excited Klingons on that side.
Ezri covered her breasts once more, and then walked back to in front of the pole. She kneaded the humps of flesh and fat, then slowly released them. The Klingons approved, as did her own body, and swayed her body like a snake, moving her hands through her short hair. The spots moved up her sexy c-cups, who stayed firm. The nipples stood erect, and she shivered a bit at the air touching them. The Klingons’ eyes drank them in, the fully naked hills begging to be touched. She brought her hands back down, and licked her fingers, after which she let her hands roam down her body. She moved them down over her skirt, and bent over as she felt down her legs. She turned around and took a step forward, where she spread her legs and bent over. Her hands moved up her skirt, and felt over her blue-clad pussy mound. The Klingons growled at her to take it off, but she waited just a bit longer prolonging the sweet torture on both herself and her audience. She turned around sensually again, keeping her hands under her skirt. She waited a moment, and then tugged. Then she gently pulled, opening her mouth to show her satisfaction that the horrid cloth was finally disappearing there.
To the Klingons’ disappointment, Ezri bent through her knees as the panties came below the skirt. She squatted slowly as the panties slid down her legs. She pulled them off her feet, and then lifted herself back up - gyrating to the music. She showed the panties for a moment and then tossed them into the crowd. Several Klingons went to war over the desired garment, but Ezri ignored them. The Trill turned around, and with swaying hips moved back to the pole. She bent over again, legs spread, while placing her breasts against the pole. She grabbed her skirt and quickly lifted it up, and let it drop again, even as she straightened up by licking upward along the pole, offering tantalizing glimpses of the fleshy mound made to give pleasure.
Once again she flung herself around the pole, holding herself with both hands at chest level, while she had stretched her legs out and off the floor. Her skirt whirled, and every Klingon tried to see her slit for as long as possible. Having gone full circle, she jumped up into the pole, and let herself slip down, the skirt going along - showing her short-tripped patch of pubic hair clearly for the first time. It didn’t last though; stretching out her legs, Ezri slid around the pole, then quickly wrapped her legs around them before she pulled herself up. Now she was wrapped around the pole as if she was riding a male who had her pushed up against a wall. The Klingons’ exclaims as she let herself slide down, proved the suggestion had carried over - all of them wished, it was they who were pushing her up.
When she was low enough she spread her legs and placed them on the ground. She then started turning around the pole, turning around her own axis at the same time. She pushed her lower body outward, and lowered her back, leaning against the pole with her neck and upper back, while she made the turn. She let her arms roam across her body suggestively, making sure to lift her skirt twice before she completed a full circle. She sighed, relaxing against the pole, and then as the music picked up she stood up and sensually took a few steps forward.
She brought her hands up, as the Klingons screamed for her to take off her final piece of clothing. Letting out a fake groan of arousal, that could just as easily have been a real one considering her state, she let her hands slide over her breasts and down her torso, till the covered her skirt. The fingers gently caressed the supple fleshy mounds, which rippled gently to show how good it would feel to knead them. Her stomach was equally gently pulled it, offering up the suppleness, and what it would feel like to lie against it. Keeping her hands on her skirt, she circled her pelvis, throwing her ass lightly upward on the back motion so the skirt could flutter up and glimpses of her naked, plump behind could be seen by the audience. Finally she grabbed the fastening that kept her skirt together, and opened it. She slid her left hand down her skirt, and pulled it away with a flourish using her right. Thus only her left hand kept her vulva from sight. The skirt quickly joined the other pieces of clothing in the crowd. Her audience was ecstatic, and seemed to be going crazy, just about begging her to remove the hand. The audience’s cries and the music penetrating her mind, sending delicious feelings of being stroked all over her body thrusting throughout her.
Ezri danced to the music, turning around to the beat of the music that carried her and the Klingons headlong to the conclusion. She removed her left hand, but immediately replaced it with her right. She turned around again, moving over to the pole. She spread her legs, and bent over again, keeping her hand in front of her vagina. Then she removed it and jumped into the pole, making several impressive turns and whirls, while the changing lights in tune with the music enhanced the effect of her naked, curvy, athletic body from that of a mere mortal woman, to a mysterious sex goddess. The first twirl was with spread legs, but fast. The second had both her legs on either side of the pole, which pressed into her clitoris sending amazing chills down her spine - taking all her self control to continue ignoring it. The third swirl was with her back against the pole, her legs together and flowing around like a snake. With the fourth whirl she jumped up, and slid down the pole in a sitting position, her pussy once more against the enjoyable metal. She slid herself down until she was sitting on the stage.
Ezri closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself enjoy the sensations as she reached the end of her striptease. The audience was still captivated, completely in her power, and it was an enormous rush, their shouts adding to it. She opened her eyes again, and pulled herself up. She pushed her ass back, and placed her legs apart. Now there was nothing covering her prize, and Klingons shouts turned deafening. She looked back over her shoulder with a smouldering aroused look which made the already frenzied Klingons take it up another level. She reached her right hand back, and gave her ass an audible slap. She held onto her flesh, kneading it as she gyrated her body to the dying down music.
She turned around, straightening up, and took another few steps forward. She spread her legs, showing everything she had. She let her hands roam across her body, stimulating herself and the Klingons everywhere. Then slowly she sank down to her knees, and moved her hand over her vagina. She arched her back, gyrating her pelvis, and brought her hand above it, raking it through the triangle of light hair, before she brought it even above that. She had felt her own wetness, but was certain her puffy, closed lips didn’t show any of it to the people watching her.
Then she pushed herself back to her feet, and smiled to her audience, while giving them a shy wave. She turned around, and swaying to the final beats of the music she walked back down the ramp. She reached the curtains, and stepped past them, leaving her left leg on the side of the audience, pulling the curtain up between her legs. The music ended completely, and then she brought her left arm, shoulder and breast back visible to the Klingon crowd. She blew them all a kiss and then completely disappeared behind the curtains. The Klingons yelled for more.
Still flushed, Ezri zipped back to her dressing room. She sighed when she heard the yells for more. She debated for a moment and went back out there, naked. Swaying her hips, she waved to the crowd. After that she took a hasty bow. She needed to get out of there. She threw a final kiss with her hand, and then rushed back out. The cries of more turned to more hushed sounds of disappointment. She quickly put on her normal panties and her uniform, feeling the heat rushing through body. Rapidly she ran out the door and to Kahless’ which was temporarily her room.
Once there she ran through the living portion, into the bedroom, and from there to the bathroom. A sonic shower wouldn’t do for this, and luckily the resurrected Klingon preferred water showers instead of the more practical sonic showers, and had one specifically installed for when he had the time to indulge.
Ezri practically ripped off her clothes, ordering the computer to produce the right temperature water. She stepped under the soothing warm water with a canister of shampoo - she hoped Klingon male shampoo would do; she really should have requested a shampoo that was sure not to scour off half her skin. Okay, that was going overboard she acknowledged. A few moments later she was under the shower, letting the soothing water and luckily soothing shampoo over her body - not because she felt dirty, but because she wanted to indulge. She started rubbing her breasts and nipples, remembering the amazing feeling of power and control over the horny Klingons, which could easily have charged up onto the stage to feel her up and undoubtedly more. But none of that happened, any signs by individual Klingons to do that she had brought under her control - as if she was the musing from a flute and they were cobras, remembering the impressive sight from one of her former lives. The feeling in her body was amazing, and the soft soapy hands moving over her breasts set her ablaze. Her vagina demanded attention, and she snaked her right hand down, moaning at the sensation. The feeling of the warm water splashing down upon her heated skin did nothing to cool it down, only heat her up. Making sure to stroke her erogenous spots on the way down, her right hand finally reached the magic spot. She tested her folds, vibrating with desire for more touching. Then she brought her hands back to her spots - the ones around her vaginal lips, which were a bit more nubby, and the equivalent of clitorises. Shuddering at the pleasure touch Ezri started to move her right hand - up and down, right and left, circling. Her insides were buzzing with desire, and so groaning with both pleasure and frustration she didn’t have more hands, she slipped her left one down.
With a moan she pushed two soapy fingers into her wet slit. A tentative probe first, and then she pushed them inside, moaning loudly, feeling her soft, wet innards grip her fingers with satisfaction. In her mind’s eye the small crowd of Klingons had become an entire planet that she held at bay with her gyrating body. Moaning a little louder she sped up her movements, letting the soft soothing shampoo stimulate her vaginal spots, while she started to powerfully fuck her left fingers in and out of snatch. Faster, they moved, the soap steadily being washed away by the cascading water, and so she bent forward, keeping the water away from her pussy. The feel of her fingers pistoning in and out of her gooey soft insides drove her wild. She moaned more as the orgasm rapidly starting to build, both her minds buzzing in contentment. In her fantasy the Klingons charged her, intent on raping her, but with a quick smile, a finger and a shake of her body they all sank to their knees in appreciation. A shriek tore from her throat at the same time, even as her body and pussy convulsed in orgasmic bliss. Her left fingers were plunging in and out with short, rapid strokes, while her right ones were rapidly flowing back and forth over her clitoral spots. She threw her head back, her short wet hair flinging some water away, and finished with a few final shudders, feeling her inner muscles clamping around her fingers. She came down, sighed deeply and fell forward. She pulled her left fingers from her inner sanctum, and placed the hand on the green metal walls for support.
Breathing hard and deep to catch her breasts she gave her spots a few final strokes before she pulled her right hand away. Her pussy still buzzing with blissful sensations. She used that hand to start rinsing away the remaining shampoo; her breasts tingled when it was their turn, giving her a few tiny jolts. After getting her breathing back under control, and making sure she had washed away all the shampoo, she turned off the water. Then she opened the cubicle door and stepped out, still dripping wet in more ways then one.
“Wow.” Ezri jumped in surprise, turning to her left and seeing Kahless stand there in the bathroom door opening with a big grin. “That was some show,” he said taking in her naked and flushed form.
Ezri could get all self-conscious and embarrassed, but would only give the bastard leverage - besides, she was too old to be embarrassed about being naked and getting caught red-handed. Mostly coasting on the Dax side of her, she casually ignored the double entendre, and, silently berating herself for not locking the door, said, “Thank you, first time I did that in front of a crowd. Could you pass me a towel?”
Kahless’ eyes rose just a bit; women usually got flustered, especially those young enough to still have a luscious body. Ezri didn’t seem to be that at all; almost as if she was much older than she looked. He dismissed the notion as he grabbed for a towel in a cabinet, and said, “I’m definitely looking forward to your sleeping wear.”
Ezri raised her eyes as she took the towel. “Just don’t think you’ll get any sex out of me, apart from being a peeping tom,” Ezri told him, starting to towel herself off without making any particular move to cover herself up. Kahless’ fun spoiled, he turned around and left her to her own devices. Ezri gave a quick sigh of relief.
Chapter 7: Mirror Abduction
The bedroom of the quarters Dana and her alter ego were given was small. Very small. Two beds on either end of the room, with about one and a half meter of space between them. In there, at the head end of the beds was a night stand. Finally, a small closet for personal effects and close on both feet ends of the beds, and that was it.
The two of them were lying on their bed, staring up at the ceiling trying to sleep. Finally fed up, Katherine asked, “So, was there a Third World War on your side?”
Dana turned her head, smiled at her, and said, “Oh, yes, plenty of scumbags trying to cash in on other people’s miseries - all needing a bit slicing and dicing. You?”
Katherine grinned widely, answering, “It was a profitable time.”
“I hate mercenaries,” Dana said, remembering.
“Why?” Katherine asked her mirrored alter ego.
Dana grinned, and told her the story she was remembering.
~~X~~
November, 2348
Tellar
The bell to Dana’s door rang. Tellar was quite a nice place to live, although she too often had the irrational urge to go ‘oink, oink’. The Tellarite cuisine was delicious though, and she really loved the people. After recent events in her life, she had decided to move to somewhere new, and Tellar had become the place. Her apartment was quite small: a living room, a bedroom, a closet, a kitchen, and a bathroom and that was it. She had to install a Terran toilet though, because although the Tellarite idea of a toilet was usable on occasion, using all the time was just undoable. She opened the door slightly, and said, “Hello?”
On the other side she could see a Tellarite, holding a phaser or disruptor pistol. Dana’s eyes widened. At the same time the pistol went off . . . There was an unpleasant sensation, but no more; the pistol was set to stun. The Tellarite’s eyes widened - visible through the crack. He fired again, looking briefly to his left. When the door was burned through by another energy weapon, it was obvious he had a partner and they were coming for her no matter what. Dana decided to go on the attack, opening the door suddenly, slamming it against the second person. He staggered back, dropped against the wall, revealing himself to be Tellarite as well. At the same time Dana landed a punch in the first’s gut, making him groan and stumble back. She pulled out her sword, and pain then lanced through her being, but that was only short-lived. The Tellarite that had been cutting the door obviously didn’t have his gun set to stun.
Dana grimaced in anger, and went to attack the guy head on, the sword striking out, cutting his shoulder. Before she could make the cut deep enough to remove his weapon arm, she got another phaser blast from the second Tellarite, only to get a third blast from the first one, who obviously had upped his phaser. Dana staggered back a bit, dropping the sword as a fourth blast hit her sword arm, but she did not go down. The next moment the two men slammed into her and pulled her along. They dropped her painfully to the ground, but she got up with a quickly flip. She kicked the first one in the jaw, while getting hit by his phaser, which left his grasp. Another phaser blast from the second, hurting, but Dana kicked his phaser from his hand as well. He threw a punch which Dana avoided, the second blow though she didn’t; since she was a little dizzy from the consecutive phaser blasts that would have killed an ordinary human with the first shot. Taking a step back, there was suddenly a lance of pain in her back, and then pieces of wood dropped next to her - the first Tellarite had grabbed a chair and smashed her over her head with it. Between the phaser blasts and the chair, not even Dana could hold on anymore, and slumped to the ground unconscious.
“Yiut!” the first Tellarite cursed looking at the downed woman, then tossed the legs from the chair he was still holding aside. “That was not normal. Who the hell shrugs off killing phaser blasts?”
The second nodded grimly, and said, “We almost got killed too, I think we deserve a higher pay.”
“You’re right,” the first agreed.
*****
Dana groaned as she came to. She shook her head to clear it and looked up. She felt several powerful hands holding her down, and her hands being restrained behind her back. They were in some kind of back alley. A building to the right, and a wooden fence to the left. Suddenly she realized that the buzz had woken her up. Across from her and her two captors and Asian Immortal stood. This was bad, really bad. She didn’t have her sword, and she was restrained. She had to think of a way out of this. The Asian grinned and tossed a case over.
“Three thousand gold-pressed bars of latinum,” the Immortal stated, indicating the case.
The first Tellarite grinned, and then said, “That’s nice, except the price just went up to ten thousand.”
“We agreed to three,” the Immortal sneered.
The first Tellarite was still smiling when he answered, “You told us we could just stun her, and walk her out, not a problem. That’s not exactly what happened, Mr. Ho. The stun setting didn’t even phase her, low kill setting just staggered her. She fought back quite well, in fact she came quite close to cutting us to ribbons with her sword. Ten thousand, and not a slip less.”
“Hmm,” the Immortal said with a slight smile. “That’s nice. You will give her to me for three thousand, or you die.”
“Ten thousand, or /you/ die,” the second Tellarite stated, and the first nodded, both pulling their phasers.
The Immortal chuckled, drew his sword, and resolutely walked forward. Both Tellarites fired, the Immortal just laughed harder and continued walking forward. Both mercenaries put more power into their phasers, aiming for the place where the Immortal’s neck connected with his torso. The Immortal shuddered, hunched over a bit, and then sped up, then faltered. “Aargh! Aah!” the Immortal called and finally the two phasers breached his energy absorbing field. A moment later with a final muffled groan the Immortal’s upper torso melted away, his neck was vaporized, and his lower jaw melted as well. The arms dropped to the floor in a gruesome sight. The body sank to its knees and the remainder of the skull dropped down. The edge where the phaser had been, was bubbly liquid, blood spurt out where the wound had been burned shot. The body keeled over, the head lying just in front of it.
“Yiut!” the first Tellarite cursed and turned around. “What the hell is it with these people? Or do you think something’s wrong with our phasers?”
“Don’t think so,” the second stated, still holding Dana tightly, whose gaze was locked on the Immortal’s corpse. “What do we do with her?”
“I’m guessing the same as him,” the first mercenary said and pointed at the corpse, “we fire from his position, and it’ll probably seem like they shot each other.”
“What the . . .?” the second mercenary muttered.
Dana laughed, and said, “Too late. Come to momma!” The first looked over as well, and his eyes widened when he saw the mist of energy detaching from the body, small bolts of electricity sizzling around the wound. The mist started moving toward Dana, who laughed in anticipation, upsetting the Tellarites more. The second grabbed her tighter.
Suddenly the first bolt of electric thunder crashed across the distance from the corpse, straight into Dana. The force of the blast launched the first Tellarite off to Dana’s right, to crash with his back against the wall. The moment he was flung away, he dropped the phaser to the floor. Against the wall he watched in shock as the lightning blast enveloped Dana, and entered her body. As secondary effect it electrocuted his partner since he was still holding Dana. His muscles cramped up, as the powerful bolts of electricity coursed through his body. While he shook and let out a wail of pain as his muscles were torn upon with the forced contractions, and his skin was being boiled by the continuous lightning strikes, Dana laughed with power, let it flow into her. She shuddered with the pain and pleasure, more so when the mist entered her head, and poured the Immortal’s essence, memories and those of his vanquished foes into her. With a yank of extreme effort - yelling out with the euphoria - she pulled her hands up and over her head. The electricity surged across the thick chain of the handcuffs. Soon one bolt sliced through the metal, instead of just making it glowing hot. With her hands free, especially after the cuffs themselves fell free soon after, she could take the Quickening better. The lightning blasts surged up the building, blowing out widows, and nailing the first mercenary to the wall in fright.
It was over as quickly as it started. The blackened second mercenary, already long dead, dropped boneless to the floor, pinning Dana underneath him while she was still recovering from the Quickening. She looked up, and her and the first mercenary crossed gazes. His eyes widened and then looked down at the phaser, and she looked over it too. Quickly she starting moving forward - slowly - since the body of the second Tellarite impeded her movements. With a groan she moved herself forward, even as the first mercenary did the same. He groaned with every step, obviously having broken at least one rib. A moment later they reached the phaser, and bent down. Then Dana’s eyes grabbed the handle just before he did and held it up. His eyes widened, and then the phaser blast burned a nice basketball-sized hole in the man’s torso, after which he keeled over. Dana sighed with relief, and went to get the second mercenary’s body off of her.
~~X~~
“That’s a good-enough reason,” Katherine said with a mocking smile.
Dana yawned, and then told her, “Just get the hell to sleep, we have an early morning.” Mirror Dana chuckled, then stayed silent.
A little while later, Dana was indeed asleep. Her even breathing, and occasional short snore when her nose was lying nicely, attested to that. Katherine, though, was wide awake, and grinned evilly. She very gently, making sure she didn’t make a sound grabbed the obsidian handle of her sword - the one she had placed next to her in bed. She had seen Dana do the same, neither of them trusting the other. Just as silently as pulled her bed sheets aside, and stood up. With a few careful steps, she was at Dana’s neck line. Grinning, she steadily, silently lifted her sword over her head; ready to cut off the sleeping Dana’s head. This close her Quickening shouldn’t alert her, and she had been making sure she didn’t make a sound. She pulled the sword just a tiny bit more back, then breathed in, starting to bring the sword down, and . . .
“Don’t even think about it,” came Dana’s perfectly calm voice, as if speaking from her sleep, which wouldn’t be far from the truth.
“Wha? How?” Katherine said in surprise.
Dana sighed and told her, “You’re like a friggin’ rhinoceros with the noise you make. This is the only time I’ll forgive you, next time you’re dead. Now go to sleep before I get pissed off.”
Katherine clenched her teeth, and then did as told, suitably impressed and intimidated by Dana’s demonstration.
*****
The next morning found the two Danas ready to go out to their meeting with one Miles Edward ‘Smiley’ O’Brien. Both of them had opted - after a quick discussion - to go dressed in tight leather pants and a low-cut top. After all, it never hurt to have a little sex appeal on your side. The pants were fully black, and while Dana’s top was black with multiple dark-blue sections to lighten things up; Katherine’s was all black. Dana noticed the difference on her alter ego; and wondered - she enjoyed wearing black as well, what was about her evil mirror image that made her want to lighten herself up just a bit. Their makeup though, was the same - deep dark red lipstick, just a touch of rouge, and green and pink eye shadow. This was done on insistence of Dana - the makeup would make the look appetizing, but especially the pink was disarming. Lull people into a false sense of security - a classic ninja tactic.
“I hate the pink,” Katherine muttered darkly checking out her reflection in the mirror.
“Too bad,” Dana said without a hint of sympathy. She put on the loose long coat which hid her katana, and Katherine put on the same type of coat of her own. “Let’s get going.”
*****
Several minutes later they found themselves led into Smiley’s quarters for breakfast. Along the way they had been taking readings from their hidden instruments, as well as taking everything in with their own eyes: guards, security stations, the works. They didn’t quite know everything yet of course, since they had yet to reach everything inside the station, but it was a good start.
O’Brien offered them seats at his table, as a female, /armed/ waitress finished putting down the first batch of bread and buns on the breakfast table, which was already filled with different coverings. Further there were strategically placed guards all around the room, who looked at the ‘twins’ with hawk eyes. The table itself was oval shaped, and Smiley was on one end, while their seats were on the other. Thus they couldn’t reach Smiley in one move, giving the guards plenty of room to shoot them down, and for Smiley to get out of their way. Or so was the theory, the two Immortals’ ability to absorb phaser blasts would put a big chink in the plan, should they decide to attack, but that of course, was not something O’Brien and his people knew.
Dana and Katherine graciously took their offered seats. A starved Katherine grabbed a bun right away, while Dana offered O’Brien a good morning first. Smiley returned the greet, and grabbed his own bread, after which Dana did the same. Then she grabbed the replicated can of orange juice and poured some into her cup. Smiley began to talk, “So, I understand you two wish to join the rebellion and have a lot to offer us?”
“Correct,” Dana answered him, finished smearing a bun with butter. As she went to grab some ham to cover it with, she continued, “We are tired of being looked at like a bunch of retarded, evil bastards, even if it the underestimation allows us to get a lot more profit.”
Katherine swallowing away her first bite of her bun with strawberry jam, added, “Indeed. We’ve been everywhere really, Ferenginar, Andor, Q’onos, Cardassia subjugated worlds, worlds outside of the Alliance, even the Romulans.”
“The Romulans?” O’Brien questioned in surprise. “The Romulans haven’t been seen in ages; secretive bastards. Even the theft of one of their invisibility screens didn’t bring them out of their seclusion a century ago. Then again, unlike the Alliance, the Romulans probably /did/ manage to severely improve their invisibility technology to an actual cloak over the years, especially with them not having to deal with Cardassian politics. For all we know a Romulan Bird of Prey is hanging outside the station cloaked and spying on us.” Smiley sighed, “I suppose we got pretty lucky we got our hands on a much more advanced Klingon cloaking device from the mirror universe than a virtually useless invisibility screen the Alliance has here, but I suppose to the Romulans our little cloak may be considered primitive . . . then again they have yet to attack us or the Alliance . . . anyway, it would be very nice to have information on what the Romulan Star Empire plans to do, also if and when we decide to fight the Alliance full on.”
“We can probably get that kind of information,” Dana said with a smile. “And the Romulan cloaking devices are superior to the ones you have, but only marginally.”
“Well, that’s good,” O’Brien spoke thoughtfully. “You know, the reason Terok Nor has yet to fall under an all out attack, is because the Alliance members are so divided. Some think that we’ll just bleed out or screw up on our own. Partially this is infused by the unknown of the Romulans; making such a blatant attack on what is supposed to be a member world, could be considered a sign of weakness to the Romulans, making them decide the Alliance is ripe for the picking. We’re under a lot of watchful eyes.”
Katherine grinned as she went ahead to prepare a second bun, and said, “We can get quite a bit of knowledge from the Empire, we have contacts there. Of course, with the Romulans always secretive; there is always a limit to what we can find.”
O’Brien nodded, taking several swallows of his coffee, then went to get himself a new sandwich. He took several looks at the two beautiful women, as he had been doing before. They looked amazing, but he knew he shouldn’t fall for it, still, couldn’t look to steal a few peeks. He said to the two Danas, “There is something else you hinted at that you were able to do.”
“You mean our offer to sabotage certain machines, including biological ones,” Dana asked veiled, then took a swallow from her orange juice.
Smiley grinned thickly - showing off why they called him ‘Smiley’ - and said, “I don’t think I’ve heard ‘murder’ ever being described that way.”
“‘Assassination’,” Katherine casually corrected. “Murder requires a personal motive.”
“Whatever it’s called,” Dana interrupted with a slight annoyance, “yes, we can do even that.”
“I don’t suppose it’s too much to ask for a . . . demonstration, proof of capability, a simulation?” O’Brien asked a little calmly, looking at the two sexy women, who seemed utterly cool and collected under the subject. In fact, the right one seemed to have a twinkle in her eyes, the other’s eyes in contrast, seemed dull - no, cold. A ruthless calm efficiency to do what was needed . . . and yet; like with the twinkle-twin, there was something there that told him she’d enjoy it somehow.
“Sure,” Katherine said with a smile.
“Do keep in mind, that the speed will limit our effectiveness; especially at getting away Scott free,” Dana added with a cool smile; allowing her eyes to grow more warm, lightly making a trusting contact with O’Brien. “The more time to prepare, the better it will be done, and the art can be perfected more: you want it to look like natural causes, or just an accident. Those things become possibilities if you have more time to study the surroundings of the hit, the situation in which it will occur, and how one goes about doing it. So this demo will only show a little bit about what we can do.”
Smiley took the two in, seeing Katherine nodding in agreement. He had chills running down his back. She had just talked about the ‘art’ of assassination as if it was gardening; and she had that warm and endearing smile that seemed genuine all the way on her face when she did it.
“All right,” Smiley said with his own smile, as genuine as he could muster: these two were dangerous he knew, and that made them useful, but dangerous, “I think I have a nice simulation set up tomorrow afternoon.”
Katherine and Dana inclined their heads, and then the three continue to have a pleasant breakfast with pleasant chit chat.
*****
Ops center
Later
“What do you make of them?” O’Brien asked his most trusted people. Four of them there were: Bashir, Eddington, Marlena Marriachi - a stunning brunette in dirty, short clothes - Miralan Leeta - a Bajoran with plenty to cleavage - and finally the young Andorian Thirishar ch’Thane who looked perpetually angry - his leather clothes left a v-shape of his chest bare where his smooth blue skin usually attracted quite some looks.
Bashir took a step forward, and practically sneering said, “I don’t trust them.”
“Yep, but they could prove themselves still,” Eddington said cooly, “I’m not certain they are enemies.”
Marlena nodded, and added, “Unless they’re the best bluffers I’ve ever come across. They’re dangerous to have as enemies though. We’ll find out with the simulation I’m guessing.”
Thirishar finished, “We should consider them untrustworthy, but useful tools, and keep security up for the time being. There is something about them . . .”
“Yes, I thought that as well,” O’Brien said, staying silent for a moment, “I feel like I’m prey to them, and yet a friend. We need to be very careful around them, always, I’m guessing.”
The others agreed.
*****
When they left breakfast, Dana and Katherine took a very different way. Thus, they gradually explored the mirror version of Deep Space Nine. They made sure they stayed away enough from any critical areas so there would be no suspicion, but their hidden scanning devices made it so they didn’t need to be. Around noon they found the grimy place’s bar, which was even more seedy than Quark’s back home. They entered and took the place in. Most people present were Terran, a close second were Bajorans, further there were several other races of the former subjects of the Terran Empire. All of them were in clothes that managed to look stylish, yet cheap and often downright dirty and torn: clothes worn by people wearing it for quite a time, repairing things while slugging through grime and dirt.
Not surprisingly the males took quick notice of the two beautiful women dressed like sex bombs. Katherine smiled like a cat, while Dana smirked like a hyena. Both smiles sent the blood pressures through the roof, while some of the female attitudes sank below freezing. The two Danas casually walked over to the bar, sat down on undoubtedly dirty stools. The bar itself was also darker then Quark’s, and that was perhaps why the service took so long - they had to be careful not to trip over any kind of dirt, glasses of drinks and fellow waiters possibly; and if it was something else they had to avoid, Dana didn’t want to know.
Finally the man - a Bajoran - who was the bartender of the place, arrived with them, and asked, “What can I get you two?”
Katherine asked, “You got a Spring Burst?”
“Yep,” the man said. For a moment Katherine was tempted to order something completely different, but nodded.
Dana told him, “A Black Hole.” The man nodded and went to get the drinks. Katherine looked with raised eyebrows and Dana. “What?” she asked.
“Heh,” Katherine told her, “You’d expect that would be the other way around.”
Dana blinked as the bartender returned with the drinks, and took in the light bubbly cocktail in front of her alter ego, and the dark, foreboding, aptly named Black Hole in front of herself. She smiled lightly, and cocked her head once. “That will be four slips of latinum,” the Bajoran said.
Dana looked over to Katherine, and the native Immortal indeed produced the requested amount. “Nice place you got here,” Katherine told him as she handed over the money. She sounded genuine, which surprised Dana. Either her mirror image was a whole lot a better actor than she thought if she could hide any insincerity from herself, or she seriously needed an improvement to her standards if she classified this as ‘nice’.
“Yeah,” the Bajoran said with a grin, a slight bit of pride at his establishment. “Now that the Alliance is off our planet, it’s much better. Before, all you got was Ferengi, Klingons, and Cardassians around the promenade.”
“I thought they saved you from oppression?” Dana asked with a hint of surprise.
“And supplanted it with their own; the only ones who got better were the slaves who got replaced by Terrans, the whores, and the Intendant- ah, that was rather redundant. Which reminds me,” the Bajoran said and pointed to across the room. The two of them followed his finger, and behind the stairs upstairs in the corner was a room, that said, ‘Intendant whore. Rates . . .’ He chuckled and added, “A fitting payback for the bitch exploiting her own people, I say. Name’s Murran, Narin Murran.”
“Dana,” Dana supplied with a smile, and took a sip of her drink.
“Katherine,” Katherine added with a smirk, taking full gulp. The bartender smiled.
Dana made her smile a bit more radiant, allowing her eyes to sparkle and asked the bartender, “So, who are the big shots around here?”
The bartender chuckled, and said, “I don’t have to tell you number one, but number two is Julian Bashir. Young, good looking, arrogant as hell, great guy really, little harsh perhaps.”
“He was in command of the Defiant,” Katherine remarked slowly.
Murran nodded, and said, “Next there are two non-humans, one of them Bajoran no less, and that’s why we all trust you. You new Terrans aren’t the bloodthirsty oppressors of a century ago. First Thirishar ch’Thane - Andorian - then Miralan Leeta who is Bajoran. She’s kind of the pride of Bajor, really, having reached the equivalent position of Intendant, and although tough, also fair and hasn’t forgotten about the rest of us.” Murran then looked over to someone calling, excused himself, and went off to take a new order.
Katherine took a swallow from her drink, and said, “Interesting.”
“What is?” Dana asked her peering from the corner of her eyes.
Katherine grinned, and said, “These alliance dumbassses. Freeing the people from Terran obsession should have brought on such a goodwill, that utilized properly would have allowed them to defeat basically everything in the vicinity. The resources, the man power - not even the Romulans would have stood a chance; and look how they squandered it. The former species oppressed and abused by the Terrans long for their return.”
“Hmm,” Dana muttered and became aware of a male presence to her right.
“Hello,” the guy said. Dana sighed internally and turned to face the Bajoran as it turned out to be. His eyes sparkled taking in Dana and Katherine, and Dana almost expected to hear, ‘I’ve always wanted to do twins.’ Instead though, he said, “I’m Kanir, I hope I’m not interrupting.”
Dana smiled, and then her right arm shot out, grabbing him in the crotch, /hard/. The Bajorans eyes widened and groaned in pain. “Get lost,” Dana said, let go, and turned back around. The man quickly got off the stool and staggered away under laughter from some of the other patrons.
“Well, you’re in a bad mood,” Katherine spoke with a grin. Dana just looked at her coldly. Katherine’s grin turned to a smirk, as she added, “He was kinda cute.”
Dana’s face didn’t change for a moment, after which she said without a sound, to see if Katherine could read lips as she could, ‘We’re here to do a job, so I can get my friend back safely. I’m not in the mood for anything that doesn’t directly affect that.’
“Fine, fine,” Katherine muttered and looked away bored. Dana raised her eyebrows: there was another thing she knew - and of course Katherine knew about her. Their little fondle and poke routine was reaching its apex, she figured.
“Let’s get going,” Dana muttered and they got off the stools.
*****
After a while of more exploring the station, the two Immortals decided to slowly head back to their quarters. The two were silent as they walked through the circular corridors, passing by people - more rebellion members. On occasion one Dana checked out the other Dana, thinking of a million different scenarios of the next short day or few days.
As they were nearing their cabin, the lazy curve of the circular corridors made a new part visible. Someone was there - on its own nothing special, except that Dana recognized her. For indeed, despite the sexy, almost risque, tight leather outfit - the top underneath the jacket the only thing not made of leather - her short-cropped hair, her sexy curves, and impressive blue eyes were dead giveaways. The spots running along her face and neck completely clinched the deal. “Ezri,” Dana whispered a little shocked, as the dark-haired girl was standing underneath a flickering light. The moment Dana’s mind needed to remind her that this had to be her mirror alter ego, Dana looked with an open mouth. Then she closed her mouth, and became even colder when she noticed her alter ego’s evil grin.
“Well, well,” Katherine said softly, taking in the Trill. Indeed it was the same girl; the dark Immortal needing a little more time as she had only seen Ezri once and briefly. “Look here, what a surprise. I say we give your friend’s alter ego a little visit, how about it?”
Dana leveled her eyes directly into Katherine’s and said coldly, “Why not?”
Katherine sped up, Dana right behind her. After passing two doors, the two of them caught up to the still oblivious Ezri. Katherine grabbed the girl’s shoulder, spun her around, and pushed her up against the wall in one smooth motion. Ezri’s eyes were wide with surprise, and then she said, “Hey, what’s the big idea?”
Katherine rode up powerfully against Ezri, letting her eyes roam across the leather-clad sexy woman, saying, “Hmm, she’s nice, I see what you saw in her.” Katherine looked over at Dana to check out her reaction, wanting to see if she could hurt and imbalance her alter ego. Dana just shrugged, and stayed completely cool.
Ezri got tired of this, and tried to shove the other woman no taller than herself away. To her utter shock, she completely failed. In fact, apart from a tiny backward motion of her captor’s upper body, she didn’t even budge her. Worse, the redhead used the motion to come back, wrap one hand around her neck, and pin her powerfully against the wall. “Uh, uh, bad girl,” Dana said, letting her right, free index finger wag from left to right. This couldn’t be! Ezri had grabbed Katherine’s arm and tried to pull it free, but the grip was steel, and it pinned her solidly against the wall. The woman was just as tall as she was, wasn’t built like a body builder, and, from what she could tell, human. Human females her size couldn’t be this strong: she’d had Klingon males that had held her with less force.
“Shit,” she whispered, lowering her hands away from the arm quickly as she saw the right hand come up in order to hit some sense into her.
“Better,” Katherine whispered, and then asked Dana who calmly looked around to see if no one was coming, “Is there anything more she can do than just look hot?”
Dana raised her eyebrows, and said, “Ask her.”
Katherine peered into Ezri’s eyes, and saw the fear there, although she was pretty good at hiding it. Ezri tried one last time, saying evenly, “Let me go now, or I’m going to get angry.”
Katherine kept her mouth closed while she made a few low chuckles, chilling Ezri to the bone. “No you won’t,” Katherine said delectably, “In fact, you like this.” Ezri’s eyes widened in shock. How the hell could she have known? The red hair reminded her of her former red-haired lover Kira Nerys, the bitch that was now reduced to a whore in the station’s main bar. Like this woman, Nerys was always forceful, strong, with an edge of danger. This woman was all that in spades - she always had a thing for dangerous women. “Oh, yes, she definitely does,” Katherine spoke with a smile. “Oh, I’m Katherine, and this is Dana.”
Ezri swallowed for many different reasons, but forced herself to do it evenly. “Ezri,” she muttered, deciding that being polite and keeping on the two redheads’ good graces was a good thing, and for the first time in a long time feeling like whimpering, but forcing herself not to.
Katherine turned to Dana, and said, “I think I’d like to keep her for a while.” She intently kept her gaze on her alter ego to gauge her reaction.
Dana shrugged, and said, “They’ll come looking for her.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Katherine turned back to Ezri, who managed to keep a defiant if not fearful and slightly aroused look on her face. “I think this one is a little too restless, you often stay away, don’t you - Ezri?”
Ezri lied, “No, I never do, I’m always home on time.”
Katherine chuckled, looking back at Dana, and she said, “See?”
Dana sighed, folded her arms disinterestedly over her chest and leaned her shoulder against the wall. “Well, sis,” she started casually, “sooner or later they will notice someone kidnapped the girl, and once they find it’s us, we can kiss helping to free humanity goodbye. But if you like her that much, I won’t stand in the way of my loving sister.” Translation: completing the mission in our intended fashion won’t be possible. That was alright with Katherine, she preferred blowing the whole place up anyway.
“That’s nice of you,” Katherine said, and then turned away from Ezri, but yanking her along by her arm. With an amazingly fast motion a gleaming knife was at Ezri’s throat, and Katherine hissed softly, “Don’t try to alert anyone or try to flee, you’ll be dead before you know it.”
Ezri nodded with narrowed eyes, and noticed in shock that the knife was put away again. The redhead was much too fast, if she tried to flee or doing otherwise, Ezri knew she’d be dead before she knew it. Katherine chuckled, and said, “Amazing, she likes everyone to think she’s never afraid. She hides it well, don’t you agree?” Dana nodded, while Ezri wondered how the hell they could know.
Chapter 8: Reflecting Emotions
Ezri wiggled in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. The bed was horrible - so soft, such thick blankets, and warm - she felt like she was suffocating. A cold, metal plate like the Klingons back home use for beds would have been better. She had already taken off her nightgown, then her bra, which were underneath the covers, but even in nothing but skimpy panties, she still couldn’t fall asleep. She sighed in frustration and looked through the darkness to the other bed. There was a glint of reflected light from the living quarters, for just a moment, but it was enough to recognize what reflected the light, and what direction they were in. “Couldn’t you have found another bedroom?” Ezri growled at the Klingon. Ezri had no idea why the emperor even left it on.
Kahless chuckled, and told her, “Be glad I managed to find another bed.”
Ezri scowled at him as she answered, “There is a couch in the other room.”
Kahless laughed out loud now, and then said with purring voice, “Just because I think rape is pathetic, doesn’t mean I’m a . . . what do the Terrans call it? A gentle man?”
“A gentleman,” Ezri scowled, hating herself that this bastard actually had such an effect on her. He was her captive, would probably kill her without a second thought, and yet the way he acted, and that damn voice. It touched a secret thrill in her somewhere. When there was a chance that he might rape her, she reflected, she had been disgusted by him. But now . . . he was a secret thrilling danger; a wild, but tamed beast. “And you most certainly are not. You’re a pig.”
“Thank you,” he retorted from his own bed, and then turned around, pointing his back at her.
As Ezri felt a trickle of sweat flow from her back down to the bed sheets, followed by a few more across her body, she exclaimed, “AAARGGHH!!!” Uncaring about what Kahless might, or might not see - especially seeing as he had probably been present during her striptease - she got out the bed with haste. Kahless turned around again with interest at what he heard, and his eyes bugged out as he could see the Ezri faintly illuminated. Her breasts, and a line of spots going down the side of them were clearly visible, and there was something much more sexual about her just being naked than the whole striptease. He watched as the woman pulled the sheets and blankets of the bed while grumbling profanities.
Rid of the blankets, Ezri pushed the bra and nightgown off the bed as well and jumped back on. With a quick wiggle she found a semi-comfortable position - the far too soft pillow precluded a fully comfortable one - and then sighed with some satisfaction. The air just lightly circulating to be cleaned and restocked with oxygen by the starship’s machinery, gave a nice cool feel to her skin. “That’s much better, how come this place is so sickeningly hot?” she asked without thinking about it.
Smirking as he continued looking at her, Kahless answered, “Klingons aren’t that good at handling cold.”
“I know that,” Ezri grumbled. “But this is ridiculous, it looks like you guys are so scared of cold, you’re sweating yourselves to death.
“How then, do the Klingons in your universe sleep?” he asked her curiously.
“Mostly on a steel plate in their clothes,” Ezri answered, much more comfortably than before.
“Are you joking?” Kahless asked with surprise, sitting up with absurdity of it in his opinion.
“Do I sound like I’m joking?” Ezri returned with a frown, then said, “Now would you please be quiet, I’m trying to sleep and Trills need quite a bit more of it than a Klingon.”
Kahless blinked several times, trying to wrap his mind around the concept of a hard steel slab to sleep on. Crew beds weren’t exactly the luxury he had here, but not even they had nothing but a steel slab! Then shaking his head, he slowly lowered himself down, preparing to sleep.
==O==
“Take off your clothes . . . /now/,” Katherine ordered. Her voice was calm, almost friendly and most definitely melodious. It did not give any leeway as to the intent though, it was most definitely an order, and despite the melody, or perhaps because of it, there was a very definite dangerous edge to it.
An edge that told Ezri Tigan disobedience equaled pain. A shiver ran down her spine as she started to peel off her leather jacket. Why in blazes did she have to have a thing for strong, dominant women? Why in blazes would a dangerous woman turn her on even more? She’d thought after her former lover killed one of her friends she’d be done with the dangerous ones. Her current lover, a strong Bajoran hottie named Leeta, was most definitely not dangerous - at least not to anyone Leeta cared about, threaten those people she cared about though and watch out for your head.
Dropping the jacket to the floor and starting on her boots, she looked around the small bedroom. Two beds on either side of the room, and the second redhead casually sat on the bed, not avoiding what her twin was doing, but not particularly taking it in either. Apparently she couldn’t care less what happened to her. Ezri shivered as she dropped her first boot, and started on her second. Two hot, dangerous women - /twins/! If this couldn’t mean the end of her life it’d be a dream come true. Her second boot hit the floor, and so she carefully started wiggling out of her pants.
As her hips started to come uncovered, Katherine whispered, “Nice, now this is what I’m talking about.” Ezri felt a perverted sense of pride at the compliment, and stripped the pants the rest of the way down. The coolness to her naked legs as she pulled off the pants, reminding her again of the frighteningly fast way the woman could move that sword still hidden away somewhere. Any ideas about finding a way out of this mess quickly snubbed out, or placed will into the back burner. One wrong move, Ezri knew, and her head might be rolling around on the floor. “Are you certain you don’t want a piece of her?” Katherine asked her sister.
Dana looked disinterested, and said, “Nah, long day tomorrow, I’ll go sleep. Have fun with her.” Dana went started pulling off her clothes to prepare for bed.
Katherine was annoyed, and a little afraid. The fate of her alter ego’s lover’s alter ego seemed not to faze her one little bit. Undoubtedly if this had been /her/ Ezri they’d be locked into battle by now, but this was surprising. Katherine had thought she could get to her goody two shoes alter ego this way - imbalance her, but it she seemed not to care one little bit. There had been a few flickers for just moments here and there, but otherwise nothing: Dana was cold and unfazed, meaning a battle would still be on even ground.
Katherine smirked. One quick way to test her good. With a rapid movement, her obsidian, cobra-head katana swished through the air, and then there was a slice. Dana casually finished stepping into bed, as the katana cut smoothly through shirt and bra. Ezri shrieked in reflex, jumping back in fright, but /far/ too late. With another swish the two garments slid from Ezri’s unmarred body twirling smoothly. Nothing, Katherine reflected. Dana hadn’t even given a shiver, or a jerk, or any motion. For some reason the other Immortal either knew she wasn’t going to hurt Ezri, or she was cold as ice. Hell, even with former option, she /still/ was cold as ice.
Katherine let the irritation slide smoothly off of her, and walked over, pulling Ezri to her, and smothering the former tough, now terrified, girl in a deep, powerful tongue kiss. Ezri pulled away from Katherine for a moment, but then pushed back against her, giving in to the heated kiss to make sure the terrifying woman wouldn’t take offense, as well as out of desire.
Katherine pushed Ezri on her bed with a single motion. With a possessive smirk she pushed the legs further on the bed and apart and then moved over. “Well, shall we see how hot you’ve become, my little slut?” Katherine asked, letting the titanium blade slide coolly over Ezri’s tummy for a moment, making the Trill breathe in sharply. With another flick of her wrist Ezri’s panties were cut open. Katherine grinned and placed the sword at the head end of the bed, while her left hand trailed a path across Ezri’s lower belly. A moment later Katherine tossed Ezri’s panties behind her. She felt up Ezri’s vagina, and slipped three of her fingers easily into the wet vaginal cavity. Ezri glared futilely at Katherine who just grinned, pulling her hand back showing her the glistening fingers. “Drenched,” Katherine told Ezri with a superior smirk before sucking her fingers clean.
Katherine slowly went about removing her clothes, looking coolly down to the aroused Trill. The Immortal kept her smirk on her face as she revealed her breasts, tossing the zipped open top to the floor. The pants followed soon after and then she pulled Ezri up to her. Ezri understood and started kissing and fondling the redhead’s breasts. Katherine led out a low moan, and said, “Mmh, that’s nice.” Then with a quick impatient motion Katherine shifted forward, pressing Ezri back down to the bed, and maneuvered her wet slit above the other woman’s mouth.
“Eat me out,” Katherine ordered as she sank down, keeping eye contact with Ezri - grinning. Ezri couldn’t help but look up, deep dark desires both scaring and arousing her. She flicked her tongue out, tasting the Immortal’s juices. She breathed in sharply, afraid, and disgusted with herself that she got off on it. She put her lips to the opening and sucked, snaking her tongue to lick inside Katherine. The redheaded Immortal groaned with pleasure, feeling the wet flesh stimulate the inner walls. Her muscles squeezed, bringing a moan from Ezri. The Trill started kissing and suckling on the delicious pussy with greater haste, and then moved up to flick Katherine’s clit. “Oh, yeah,” Katherine said, shuddering and squeezing juices from her pussy, coating Ezri’s chin and mouth with them.
Katherine started rocking back on Ezri’s expert tongue. “Mmmh,” she moaned out, and said to poke figuratively at Dana, “I can see why you . . . nngh . . . like her so much. What a tongue! Maybe I should follow . . . ooh . . . your lead and . . . hhh . . . keep her.”
Ezri licked and suckled on Katherine’s wet vagina, unconsciously going over Katherine’s words - then her eyes widened as she heard the other twin sigh in disbelief. Not twin, her mind supplied - from the other universe.
Dana turned around and sat up once she was done with her sighing and looked pissed at Katherine, who returned a triumphant grin amidst moans of pleasure. “Are you stupid?” Dana requested of her alter ego, whose smile of triumph disappeared. “Do you want to tell her every other secret you have as well?”
Katherine suddenly looked down at Ezri, who shrank down as much as she could, digging into the pillow. Katherine turned back to Dana, and said, “Well, it’s her tongue’s fault, too skilled for her own good.” The Immortal then grinned evilly, and said, “I guess I really will keep her - for now at least. Then again, I didn’t want to do-”
“*Shut up*!” Dana interrupted sharply, then shook her head and turned her back away from Katherine again, and as she dumped herself back down to sleep, she said, “Ah, who cares anyway!? Just be quiet so I can get some sleep, you . . . ooh!”
Katherine blinked in annoyance once, and then looked back down to Ezri, and said, “Who said you could stop, slut?”
*****
The small ship, which was no more than a scout ship belonging to a much bigger ship deeper into space, gently docked to Terok Nor. The airlock door opened, and Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod entered the air lock. The second door swivelled, revealing O’Brien, and Bashir. Duncan’s face broke in a broad grin, and with a rumbling voice said, “Smileyyyyy! How have you been, old friend.” Duncan clasped his hand on the Irishman’s shoulder.
“Just dandy, MacLeod, good to see you again,” O’Brien returned the greeting with his own smile. “Any specific reason your here, or just some fun.”
“There’s always fun to be had,” MacLeod answered as the three of them started walking. “Isn’t that right, Julian?” The always angry Bashir behind the Scott and the Irishman just scowled at the broadly smiling Immortal. MacLeod turned back to O’Brien and pulled out a data chip. Handing it over he told him, “Annika has some more updates. Soon, Smiley, soon.” Macleod gave the smiling O’Brien a slap on the shoulder, and said, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go see if the bar is still functioning.” Before O’Brien could actually ‘excuse him’, MacLeod turned into a side corridor and was quickly out of sight.
“I still don’t like him,” Bashir commented with narrowed eyes.
O’Brien shook his head, and said, “You don’t like anybody.” He then continued on his way, Bashir following closely behind.
“I’m telling you, there’s something off with that guy,” Bashir grumbled.
O’Brien grinned at Bashir and told him, “He’s a trusted agent of Annika, making him on our side, he’s got humor, he likes to drink and he likes women - what’s off with that?” Bashir just took a deep breath.
*****
“Murran!” MacLeod called out loudly through the bar at the bartender. The Bajoran spotted MacLeod and grinned at him. “A beer, a big one!”
By the time Duncan reached the bar, a cold beer was standing in front of him. Duncan grinned. “Ah,” Duncan said, picked up the glass, and took a big swallow from the golden liquid. “Mmh, the replicators in my ship just don’t do it justice. You got the kegs I ordered?”
“As usual, MacLeod,” Murran answered him with a big grin.
MacLeod took several more swallows, before a door to his left opened, and a half-dressed Orion came staggering out. “By the great nebula,” he muttered, quickly pulling up his pants, and then scampered out embarrassedly under loud laughter from the rest of the patrons and Murran.
“What’s this?” MacLeod asked surprised.
Murran pointed at the sign, and MacLeod read it; ‘Intendant Whore. Rates- . . .’ Then the most important part; ‘If you manage to subdue her; it’s free.’ MacLeod’s eyes widened at the final line and looked over at Murran.
“I came up with a fitting punishment for the venerable Intendant,” Murran spoke with venom. “She doesn’t quite cooperate though; instead of being a good whore; she fights off her customers. Don’t understand why, it wasn’t like she wasn’t a whore before I locked her up there. Some manage fuck her with a lot of force and often rope, but mostly they come out failures at even that. Anyone actually trying to make her obey; and do more than a forced fuck, come out like that guy just now; or worse. A few didn’t come back at all - we had to beam them to sickbay. Of course, none of that classifies as ‘subduing her.’”
MacLeod grinned, and while looking thoughtfully at the door, he took another swallow of beer. “Don’t bother, MacLeod, she’s too much of a bitch,” Murran warned him.
MacLeod’s grin deepened, and said, “Just the way I like ’em.” He got up, and purposefully strode over to the corner, and went through the door.
Inside he took in the redheaded Kira Nerys - former intendant of Bajor - wearing nothing but a lacy set of lingerie and a see-through bathrobe. She glared at him, from her position on the bed in the sparsely furnished room. There was a replicator slot off in the right wall, a few nightstands and a closet on the left. “So,” MacLeod spoke casually, a dangerous rumble, “You’re the bitch that’s giving my friend so much trouble, eh?”
Kira had the audacity to smile icily back at him, “Once the alliance frees me, I will have all of you tortured to death.”
MacLeod laughed out loud, and then walked forward, reaching the bed. He looked down at Kira, staying quiet, just a big grin on his face. Defiantly the former Intendant looked up at him, before she started to shrink in on herself. There was something about this Terran that somehow managed to intimidate her. Suddenly, impossibly fast - especially for a Terran - MacLeod’s arm shot out. The right backhand hit, and it hit hard, making Kira cry out in pain and surprise, as she tumbled off to her left, only barely keeping herself from falling off the bed. She looked up and back as Duncan smoothly got up onto the bed, standing on his feet, thus towering high over the prone Kira.
“I don’t tolerate that kind of tone from a whore - and one who deserves it no less,” Duncan grumbled out, and then kicked Kira high in the chest.
“AAH!” she yelled out in pain, being launched off the bed and tumbling on the floor. Dazed she suddenly felt him grab the hair on the back of her head, and she was painfully yanked upward. She looked up defiantly, and felt a surge of fear at MacLeod’s expression. It was not anger, or something else she could work with: there was just a grin of enjoyment. Her head hurt more as he yanked her up, and then suddenly forced her down on her knees.
Casually MacLeod opened his pants, and pulled out his slowly hardening penis. He brought it to Kira’s mouth, while bringing her entire head forward. “Suck me off,” he ordered with a growl.
Kira looked up at him as she closed her mouth around him lovingly. She sucked gently and bobbed her head back and forth twice, and then started biting down viciously. The reaction she got was something she wasn’t expecting. Instead of the panicked response during screams of pain, this Terran just grimaced, and bored his eyes into hers growling. She felt blood coating her tongue, and her new customer was now truly in pain, but still he made no effort to yank her back, which left a male in defeat - teeth raking over the length of his manhood. Her eyes widened in shock when MacLeod’s free left hand pulled back a bit, and then rapidly sailed forward, smashing like a sledgehammer into her nose.
With a scream of pain her mouth and teeth loosened from the sensitive erection, and her head snapping back at the impact, freed her mouth from it. “Bad girl,” Duncan growled, and rammed his left knee into her stomach, while he pulled her forward. He yanked her back again, and held her head just in front of his still half-erect penis. For a moment she thought he wanted her to suck again, but then realized she could never reach it, despite the close distance. With satisfaction she watched the trickle of blood flow from the wounds she inflicted. Then some light, like electricity, danced within the pool of blood. She watched with fascination despite herself. Then the trickle of blood stopped trickling. She jerked back at MacLeod’s left hand suddenly coming forward. But instead of hitting her, he ripped off a part of her robe, and used it to quickly wipe away the blood from his cock.
Her eyes widened in shock when she saw the unblemished pole growing harder once more. She looked up at him, remaining shocked and silently asking him with her eyes. She felt a lump of fear form in the pit of her stomach at the grinning Terran.
MacLeod tossed the cloth aside, and suddenly gave Kira a right cross over her cheek. Kira groaned out, and was yanked back with a sharp pain as the elbow from the same arm smashed in her other cheek. A left cross followed and she fell back and to her left, yelling out in pain. He still did not leave her there to rest. She felt herself being yanked back up to her knees by two strong arms, and a moment later his knee loomed frighteningly large in her vision. It impacted with such devastating pain, she felt her entire head ring, and she was stunned for a moment, not even able to yell, or scream, or even groan out her pain.
To her own shame, she felt tears sting her swollen cheeks, as she fought to return clarity to her head. Since she was not beaten again, she assumed her beating was over for now. She was wrong. The moment that clarity did return, she felt a set of fingers close powerfully around her neck, and then she was lifted up. With wide-eyes, filled with fear finally, she felt her feet lift the floor. She stretched out, trying to touch it at least with her toes, but to no avail. Her back hit the wall behind her, and she focused her eyes for no reason at all upon MacLeod’s. She looked up along his arm, into an eerie grin, and eyes filled with a casual indifference.
MacLeod indeed looked down on her, and did nothing but grin as he steadily, but very slowly increased the pressure of his grip. He watched the fear in Kira’s eyes grow by the second. He casually watched as she twisted her body around to try and dislodge his grip. He didn’t even bother to pull her hands away as they grabbed his hand and tried to pry it free. She gurgled for air uselessly and still he grinned at her, watching her face and eyes start to bulge with the need for air. In her mind, she continued to flash between his eyes, who looked upon her in such a frightening indifference she couldn’t even put a finger on it if her mind wasn’t desperate for air to function properly - and the sight of his completely unblemished manhood.
Finally MacLeod spoke to her, but did not even ease his grip. “You’re nothing to me,” he grumbled out, the casual grin and cold eyes still on his face. “You’ve seen it, you can’t harm me, you can’t kill me, I am indestructible, I am a god.” Kira desperately buried her nails in his arm, and other than a tiny flicker in his eyelids, there wasn’t a single sign that he felt it. Hell, she wasn’t even sure he did, so small it was. To her shock, she felt tiny, tiny electric jolts move up her fingers and arms, and she flashed back to the electricity in the blood. He was already healing! And he would probably be healed before she could open a new scratch. It was useless, and she felt herself starting to gag in her desperation for air. MacLeod in the mean time, casually continued, “I can kill you whenever I want, I could kill you whenever I wanted when you were still the Intendant. I can kill anyone here whenever I wanted, even the Klingon emperor. Nobody can stop me. I look upon you, like you look upon a fly before you squat it.” There - he had perfectly clarified now how he looked at her, how made her feel: insignificant. The thought was nothing but a blur, as everything was nothing but a blur now, even her vision. And then he was silent, and his squeeze became another notch tighter, and he burrowed his eyes still in her, with that frightening power and indifference to her fate.
MacLeod let go, and she fell to the floor to her knees. Kira gasped, coughed, gagged and gargled as she pulled in as much air as she could. She held her throat delicately, feeling it burn painfully as air rushed back in. Her other hand grasped her chest, as she felt her lungs burn with the same pain and need for air. She shoved forward and off to her right - she didn’t even know she was doing it, a purely instinctive, fear reaction. She heaved, and threw up her lunch in front of her as she gasped for more breath.
She heard MacLeod start to talk again, a complete lack of care in his voice. “The only reason why I haven’t squatted you yet, is because I might decide you’re a bunny rabbit I can train as a pet instead of a fly.” The low almost non-existent rumbling constantly in his voice lent him an air of deadliness, and she could hear the amusement in his voice. Amusement at her desperate antics for air, and it terrified her. Kira Nerys, former Intendant of Bajor, used to power, had never been terrified in her life. Never really afraid either, apart from a few nervous twinges in her stomach facing unimaginable odds, but she used those to find a way out, to gather her wits. She never faced someone like him, a person who cared even less about her life than she cared about lives. Here there was no way out. MacLeod finished, “And my friend wants to make money off of you.”
Kira coughed and gasped a few more times, before she considered breathing close enough to her norm to dare a look up. MacLeod towered over her still, away from her vomit, still that frightening grin and careless eyes on his face. Her eyes widened with terror as his hands came down - once again impossibly fast. A moment later she sailed through the air to land somewhat painfully on the bed. She twisted around, and struggled backward until she hit the wall, looking terrified as MacLeod casually got up on the bed and placed one foot on either side of her legs. He held his half-soft cock down to her, and he said with a grin, “Now, let’s try this again, shall we?”
*****
An hour later MacLeod casually finished putting on his pants, and looked over at the partially frightened, and partially just in pain from his earlier beating Kira Nerys. Kira hated him with everything in her veins, and feared him as well. Once he had insured her compliance, the bastard had casually had sex with her, bordering on making love: like a master punishes his pet when it’s being bad, and then is all nice and sweet and loving once the pet has learned its lesson. MacLeod gave her smile, and then said, “From now on, you please your customers, Nerys, you will fulfill their wishes. If not, Murran will call me, I will return to give you another lesson. I will not return a second time; I will simply kill you when I I have to be here after that, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Kira answered shivering.
MacLeod nodded, and left, still indifferent.
==O==
Ezri opened her eyes, and sighed. She looked over to the other bed, and wondered if Kahless had fallen asleep by now. She just couldn’t sleep. Not a real great shock: she was in a strange bed, lying naked next to a merciless killer one bed over, a friend and lover was out there with her double, an even worse, evil bitch, than the man she was lying next to, and she was basically reduced to a concubine for the time being, if not forever, having just performed a striptease. This was really bad. She let out a grunt of frustration, born from anger, fear, and worry.
With a sudden shudder and moan, Kahless moved. His head shot up, and he looked around taking in the darkened room. “Can’t sleep, huh?” Kahless asked, a smirk in his voice.
“It seems that way,” Ezri replied annoyed.
Kahless chuckled, and asked her with a dirty tone, “Want me to come tuck you in?”
“I’m almost tempted to say ‘yet’,” Ezri answered, telling the truth. Ezri still didn’t know if Dana was going to come back, and there were worse options. This guy would most certainly not rape her, and he wasn’t bad to look at. The only real problem was that he was killing bastard. Spending time in his bed, till she was certain Dana wasn’t coming back for her, and/or she found a way off this thing - most likely a way involving killing Kahless and everyone on board. Then it was a matter of getting her hands on a dimensional transporter, or some other way to get back to her own universe.
Kahless was on her bed, and partially on top of her in an instant, then planted a fiery kiss on her lips. A moment later he broke the kiss, and she asked, “What happened to ‘rape is pathetic?’”
“I’m not raping you, even if I were, I have yet to start, now have I?” Kahless asked her, gently nudging his body against hers.
“Did I tell you how much I hate wise guys?” Ezri told him with a little smirk, even as fear and a bit of arousal filtered into her being. Decision made - biggest chances of survival, would be to give herself to him. She moved her head up, and planted a kiss on his lips, then moved a tongue in his mouth, quickly finding his. Damn, he was a good kisser, she thought as her body tensed with both arousal and fear. *Relax, Ezri, it’ll be a while before he considers killing you, and longer now that you’re giving him this. You just have to make sure you keep him pleased, and get the hell off this hell hole long before that,* Ezri thought to herself, wrapping her arms around his torso. *Arousal is good, it’s your friend, you don’t want sex being dry, nothing to be ashamed of,* she thought, being sure it came more from the symbiont than the host.
Kahless tossed aside his night clothes quickly, took one of Ezri’s nipples in her mouth, and sucked on it as he felt along her spots. Ezri shuddered, blanking out her mind. She closed her eyes, thinking it was a different Klingon - a certain widowed one - that was doing the ministrations. A blank mind would allow her body to simple react to the stimulations, which is what she needed. Dry penetration from a Klingon penis was a bad idea. She grew wet quickly, and before she knew it, Kahless plunged his boned erection deep inside her - powerful, fast, but with enough care not to hurt her. Ezri was grateful for that, as her inner walls gripped his cock, starting to massage it. She groaned out with pleasure.
Chapter 9: Reflecting Evil
Dana opened her eyes, and took in the two sleeping bodies across from her. She waited a bit longer, then very gently pulled the covers from her. Slowly she got up, and walked steadily to the door. A moment later she was out the door, and started running the moment the door was closed. Inside, Katherine’s eyes snapped open.
*****
Her hand clamped over his mouth as her weight laid on top of him, and Smiley’s eyes snapped open from his sleep. Wide, shocked, slightly afraid eyes looked up at her in the darkness of his room, as he moaned and started to struggle. “Shh, quiet, I will not hurt you,” Dana whispered sharply at him. He struggled a little less, and his muffled screams subsided. Dana added, “I am known in this universe as the Phoenix.” His eyes widened in complete shock, started to struggle more for just a moment, and then relaxed as the full scope of her words settled in. “She and I are not twins, and she was hired to kill you. If I wanted you dead, I’d would have killed you while you were still asleep. Stay quiet.” Dana let go of his mouth and moved off his body, sitting on the bed at feet end.
Smiley slowly rose in the luxury suite of the station commander, and looked at Dana. “What do you want?” Smiley asked softly.
Dana smiled, then looked over to him. “To business,” Dana said with a barely visible grin, which lent her a spook air. “Some bounty hunters decided that since Deep Space Nine’s sensors do not detect dimensional transportation, it was easier to kidnap Ezri Dax, then to kidnap Ezri Tigan. I attempted to intervene, and got taken for a ride.” Smiley looked at her, and Dana smiled again. “Sorry, but in order to tell you what I want, I have to explain the situation first,” Dana added.
“Go on,” Smiley spoke with a low voice.
Dana inclined her head, and continued, “My double was just at the Klingon Emperor’s flagship to receive her assignment as I escaped the prison. Made it impossible for me to get away. She wants to kill me, and proposed I came along so we do it together - two Phoenixes are better than one was her reasoning. Ezri stayed there as a hostage.”
“That’s . . . not too good,” Smiley said painfully, not quite believing her yet, but getting there Dana noticed.
Dana shook her head in agreement, and went on, “I have no interest in killing you, for more than one reason. First, I’m a good person, mostly, and the evil of your ancestors not withstanding, you’re fighting to free an oppressed people. Second, I need you rescue Ezri.”
“Me?” Smiley asked her amused. “Exactly what do you mean with that?”
Dana smirked at him, and explained, “I have no delusions about Ezri’s fate. Either she dies, or I die and Kahless will enslave her - I saw the way he looked at her. I need to get on his flagship and off it without being vaporized. Getting onto his flagship shouldn’t be a problem, providing the Klingons think I fulfilled my contract, that you’re dead.”
Smiley did his name honor, and smiled, saying, “Ah, you need me and the others to fake my death and send out news I am.”
“Bingo, I’ll have to hope he’ll consider Ezri worth more alive after your death for a while,” Dana explained then sighed. “Getting off though, would be a bigger problem. I’ve seen the other me’s ship and it’s power and upgrades. It’s a lot tougher, and with much bigger teeth than a few sensor sweeps will make you think it is; but it won’t be able to take on that monster, or out maneuver all of its guns. And there are a lot of guns.”
“Now that is a truth, so?” Smiley asked, already having an idea where this was heading.
Dana grinned and said, “I know the rendezvous coordinates, I could lead two cloaked ships right to the Klingon flagship, the brand new emperor, and a few escorts. Two decloaking vessels should be able to handle the support ships quickly, and maybe even get a few more ships for your cause, should you capture some intact. Finally, the use of a dimensional transporter to get me and my Ezri back would make me very grateful.”
“I think I like that, except for one thing; what about your so-called unkillable compatriot? Some say, she really does come back from the dead, others say she sends clones or androids, leaving the real assassin without a scratch . . . if you kill a- . . .” Smiley started the smooth question.
“Trust me,” Dana interrupted him simply, the corners of her mouth just a little quirked up. “She’s neither a clone, nor an android - she’s the real deal, and I’ll take care of her.”
“Can you?” Smiley asked Dana. “She’s a cold-blooded assassin, you’re probably a nice girl.”
Dana actually chuckled, and told him, “I’m not nice, besides, I’ve been studying her very carefully ever since I met her; I know her abilities, or lack there of. I can take her.” Dana then stood up off the bed and held out a hand. “Allies?”
Smiley reached out, and grasped her hand, “Allies.”
“The first thing we’ve got to do, is engineer a nice death,” Dana told him with a smile.
*****
Dana walked back to her and her counterpart’s quarters. She wasn’t running, but she was hurrying along. Then the buzz hit, and she slowed down, looking around the corridors. Up ahead was a side corridor, and Katherine emerged from it, sword drawn. “Well, well, well,” Katherine said with admonishing tone, as Dana automatically drew her own sword. “So, you went ahead and spilled the beans, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised, I was counting down till you did.”
Dana returned a smirk, and said, “So, you aren’t quite as stupid as I thought then. It’s nothing personal, you know- . . .”
“I know,” Katherine interrupted raising her katana to a ready position, “It’s the best way to get your friend back in one piece. You however, are disappointing if you thought I didn’t know.”
Dana shrugged, and as she brought her sword up, she said, “Everyone has blind spots, the key is to compensate with your other senses when you find out where you have one.”
Katherine offered her own shrug, and with a quick motion was close, bringing her cobra katana down. Dana blocked the strike and they were in a small tug war. “Listen,” Dana started with a grunt of effort. “I don’t suppose we can put aside our difference, and you help me free my friend?”
Katherine’s foot kicked out in Dana’s stomach. She staggered back a bit, and parried Katherine’s next slice, pushing her aside, and making a quick thrust to her stomach. Katherine’s katana came up smoothly deflecting the blow as she turned quickly around her axis. Dana grunted, and thought over her plan. Things had to change, she didn’t have time for this; for one thing with Katherine knowing so soon, Smiley’s ‘death’ and the way it would spread would have to drastically change and move up. With a grimace, really preferring to finish this once and for all right here, but there was no way she could kill Katherine now, /and/ keep it away from anyone potentially associated with the Klingons, /and/ make a nice fake death look convincing enough for those certain someones, so she said, “I don’t have time for this, really love to, but I’m strapped for time.” Dana ducked beneath Katherine’s next swing, smashed her left hand across her cheek. Then she turned around and ran in the opposite direction.
With an angry shout, Katherine went hot in pursuit.
*****
Dana ran, quickly circling a corner and going for the next one. It was about time to disappear really, and she started upon a nice illusion to escape; a little classical ninja diversion and subterfuge. She passed a left side corridor, which was only a few meters deep, before it reached a door, and reached a new corner that went to the right. The almost ominous, brown Cardassian construction worked just to make her escape look even more mysterious - except she never got the chance. Just before she could round the corner, the buzz assaulted her, and she let herself slide to a stop. She turned to her right, and looked down the corridor.
Some ten meters further, was Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. His long hair loose around his shoulders, and his face suddenly twisted in an amused and cruel grin. His black leather pants and leather duster seemed to give him a deadly air. While pulling out his Katana, he said with rumbling voice, “Dana Katherine Scully. Fancy meeting you here. How long has it been since you locked me in that cave? A hundred and fifty years?” He gave a heavy rumbling, growling laugh and advanced, obviously interested in chopping off her head.
“Oh, great, just what I need,” Dana muttered to herself. She hesitated for a moment, looking to her left where Katherine was already coming down the corridor. Then she moved, running back left, as Katherine came ever closer. Finally Dana ducked into the left side corridor she had past earlier, narrowly avoiding Katherine’s swipe. Then she ran with all she had as Katherine slid partially onward, and got assaulted by the buzz herself. Katherine just managed to see Dana being enveloped in a cloud of smoke with a poof, before Duncan MacLeod appeared around the corner, took two fast, large strides and let his sword come down at the leather clad Katherine. She immediately lifted her katana up and blocked his downward stroke.
“What the hell are you doing, MacLeod?” Katherine yelled out angrily.
“Oh, I don’t know, I’m thinking revenge,” MacLeod growled at her, and swung his sword around for a new attack.
Katherine parried his thrust, taking a step back, and blocked his next one, and told him, “Damn you, MacLeod! You’ve always been a half-witted, raping bastard. There’s another one of me here!”
“Oh, right, and I’m the emperor of Amazonia!” he called back with a wide grin, as he swiped his sword in an overhand strike.
Katherine blocked the strike with a grimace, as a jolt went up her arms with the impact. “Damn it, MacLeod. If you had to chase me, why am I waiting here for you? She just moved down the left corridor!” Katherine hissed out, suddenly taking a step back and swirling her sword to make a sudden strike at MacLeod’s neck.
Swiveling his Katana smoothly along the outside of his lower arm, which he had moved up, MacLeod casually blocked the strike, and twisted around, forcing Katherine into the left corridor. MacLeod struck forward, and to his surprise, Katherine deflected the thrust, albeit barely. MacLeod took a step back, and took in Katherine’s words, then looked right to the corner for a moment. “What do you mean, two of you?” MacLeod asked suspiciously.
“From the mirror universe,” Katherine clarified with annoyance. “She’s an assassin, a ninja. Not our loudmouths, but the deadly silent ones from her side. She’s taken lots of heads, she’s powerful MacLeod.”
“Well,” MacLeod said, grinning widely again, raising his sword and readying to restart the fight, “that just means, lucky me. I’ll get to kill two of you.”
Katherine blocked his next strike and locked her sword with his. “Damn it, MacLeod. She’s powerful, as powerful as I am at least. Worse yet, she’s got a whole range of abilities. Look at the corridor, it ends at a room, and she’s not here.”
MacLeod looked behind Katherine, and it was true. He turned his head back, and said, “But you’re not that powerful.”
“I am now, I haven’t been sitting still while you were in that damn cave, MacLeod,” Katherine growled back at him. “I’ve taken heads, lots of ‘em. But that’s not the problem, Duncan. Do you really want to go up against a version of me, without my help. One who can disappear at will, and set who know what kind of traps, and miss out on my help. /I’ve/ been studying her you know, I’ve taken down a village of ninja; I know what kind of traps you can expect, even if ninja here are different from those over there.”
MacLeod growled. Katherine grinned at him, and said, “Come on, for old times’ sake. What’s a little practical joke between friends anyway?”
“Joke?” Duncan returned with a hmpf. He took in Katherine for a moment then brought his sword back in a ready position. “Fine, we work together, but there are no guarantees after the bitch is dead.”
Katherine grinned at him, and said, “Let’s go see if she’s in one of the rooms.” Then she and Duncan quickly moved to the right door; one of two before the middle door was reached. She started fiddling with the lock.
Duncan sighed, and said, “Amateur.” He pulled out a PADD from his duster, and held it in front of the lock. He activated the small computer, and quickly turned on a program. After a few seconds of working the door opened smoothly. He smiled smugly at Katherine, who returned a snide one.
Steadily Katherine and Duncan entered the large quarters. There were tables and a couch, and a large window looked outside upon the stars. They explored the place, but found nothing. Then they moved on to the left cabin, and found nothing there either. Finally they entered the third one, and there too they found no-one. “Damn,” Katherine muttered, “she really just disappeared. How?”
*****
There was a puff of smoke, concealed in which Dana materialized. Smiley’s relatively comfortable room was dark apart from the small lights illuminating the table. Around it were O’Brien, Julian Bashir, Thirishar ch’Thane, Michael Eddington, Leeta and Marlena were present. “We have a problem,” Dana spoke as she stepped with surety from the column of powder that was quickly setting.
Four pistols, either phasers or disruptors, were instantly drawn and pointed at Dana. She ignored them, walking closer to the table, and eventually only centimeters away from two nuzzles. She said, “She knows.”
“Put the guns away, she’s with us,” Smiley spoke, his bad eye twitching, and everyone but Julian complied.
“She’s a risk, she just came in here, like it’s nothing,” Julian hissed, and Dana just smiled at him. His clothes were dirty, but then, all their clothes were dirty. The purple pants and grey jacket looked good on him though.
Smiley sighed, and said, “Julian.”
“How do we know she’s not the other one?” Julian asked his commander pointedly.
“You’re alive,” Dana answered him flatly, making everyone twitch just a bit at the information.
Julian grimaced. “Julian,” Smiley said gently. Slowly Julian put his disruptor away.
“We should find where they went first,” Dana figured, calmly.
“They?” Thirishar asked, his antennae twitching gently. His drab brown threads offset his blue skin.
“MacLeod,” Dana answered him, as everyone’s eyes widened, “he seemed rather eager to kill me - her, so perhaps he’s doing us a favor, but I doubt it. They have a history together.”
“MacLeod’s with us,” Marlena pointed out, her skintight red sleeveless body, underneath her black jacket seemed to strain with her frustration - as if it reacted to her emotions instead of the movements of her body.
Dana answered her, “Perhaps, but he’s not with me.”
Julian smiled evilly at her, and said, “Then perhaps we should just take you out, and be done with it.”
Dana looked him straight in the eyes, and said, “And miss out on a big victory; not to mention, whoever tries first, dies first.”
Smiley intervened, “We’re going to help her, we’ll deal with MacLeod later, and that’s that.” His lieutenants looked at him.
“Start the sensor sweep,” Dana suggested stonily.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Leeta interjected almost seductively, mocking Dana. “But unlike the other universe, we don’t have that sensitive sensors. We invested more in weapons.”
Dana replied smoothly, “What use are weapons if you don’t know where to aim them?” Leeta narrowed her eyes at Dana and growled. Dana rolled her eyes, and smacked her right hand in her forehead, “Damn.”
“How about I make a suggestion,” Eddington said darkly. “We search through the station, starting with your quarters, and kill them.”
Dana slammed a hand on the table, and said, “That’s a quick way to certain death. You can find them, watch them, without being spotted, hang up cameras if you have any, but confronting one or either of them, means you die.”
“You think that lowly of us?” Eddington sneered.
Dana gave him an angry insufferable stare, and told him, “In all the decades she’s been active, how often was she captured, or killed - permanently?”
“It’s just a clone, or an android, kill this one and we’ve done it,” Julian butted in.
Smiley interfered once more, “Julian, Michael, I don’t really care about resurrection or clones or androids, all I know is, that the Phoenix has never failed to get her target before her apparent death. This is her, from the other side, if she can stop her . . .”
“Which begs the question,” Leeta interrupted pointedly, “what happens if you lose? She /is/ you, she might very well kill you.”
Dana took in Leeta, and let a dramatic silence form. Then she said, “Run, flee, as far and as fast as you can. Then hope she’ll only go after her target, and Kahless doesn’t hire her again.” Everyone stayed silent, not pleasantly though. Then Dana took over again, “Make sure everyone in any critical system is alert. My counterpart likes to blow things up, and she’s expressed interest in simply destroying the whole station. If no answer comes from those areas, send someone down there immediately and go look for some sort of explosives.”
“I’d say that’s the least we have to do,” Marlena remarked rather annoyed that Dana seemed to take over.
Smiley was the one who slammed his fist on the table this time, drawing the meeting back to him. “We’ll do that, but more importantly how are we going to kill her and fake my death in one smooth motion now we don’t have time to prepare?” O’Brien said with grim look.
“Publicly,” Dana answered suddenly, smiling. “Make an announcement; you’ll make a speech or something on the promenade. You won’t be there though, who will be there will be an illusion, and I’m going to kill the illusion.”
“What about the Phoenix?” Smiley asked her.
Dana grinned and said, “She’ll come. She knows if you appear to die, I’m done here, and she still wants to kill me. But I’ll be ready.”
“She’ll know this is a trap,” Eddington pointed out.
Dana smiled, and told him, “Yes, one she’ll plan to blow up, she /will/ come.” Then she walked around the table to the exit.
“Where are you going?” Smiley asked Dana.
“You don’t want to know,” Dana answered him, turning around to look at them. “Trust me, you really don’t want to know.”
*****
Katherine and MacLeod stepped into the quarters the former had occupied. They went to the bedroom where a gagged and tied up Ezri Tigan sat waiting. Her eyes went wide when she saw the leather clad woman and the dangerous man enter. She knew him, but had never liked him, he was on their side. For that reason, there was a moment she hoped this was the mirror one, the relatively good one. But the smirk on Katherine’s face quickly evaporated that hope. Katherine’s smirk deepened into an evil grin, and said, “They’ll come here soon. I believe you said you had a girlfriend?” Katherine sped across the distance as MacLeod watched without emotion. Katherine rapidly untied Ezri, and told her, “Lead us to your quarters, and remember who dies first if we’re recognized.” Ezri nodded. Katherine pulled her up to her feet by her left upper arm , and pushed her to the door, and ordered, “Move.”
Thus she moved, leading the two immortals through the dark and dirty corridors of Terok Nor. First stop was the elevator, and they went up two decks. There they got off, passing quite a few people, but Ezri kept quiet. In a side corridor energy sparked. A big hole was present, and a big rat-like creature was eating some kind of insect.
They went around a right corner, and this section seemed much cleaner. A bit later they arrived at a door, and Ezri opened it with her thumb print. They entered the room, and after the door closed behind her. Katherine placed the sword point in Ezri’s back, and said softly, “Call her.”
“Leeta! I’m home!” Ezri called out loud, feeling a shiver of fear run through her body. And why the hell was she slightly aroused? She should get herself hypnotized and get rid of this unhealthy attraction to danger and dangerous women. Strong women fine, but this was both ridiculous and far too dangerous. So thinking time moved on, and she felt a poke with the sword. “Leeta! Are you home!?” Ezri called out, understanding the poke.
Once more there was no answer and Ezri looked around, “She isn’t here.”
Dana smiled at her, and said, “Fine then, we’ll wait. But first program our thumb prints into the room as well. Hurry it up.” Ezri nodded, and went over to the lock.
She swallowed as she took in the black-clad redhead. Her leather pants were tight. The low-cut top that left a strip of her midriff bare was as well. The muscles defined there, reminded Ezri once again how completely outclassed she was. The boots with mid-high heels, and the long black coat didn’t finish the look - no, her cold eyes did that. Ezri shivered again as she pushed the thumb print scanner that would allow her to command the lock and room, as she took in Dana’s eyes - she couldn’t help herself really. They were the same eyes as the Intendant’s. Cold, calculating - but these were more; there was something undefinable, something ancient, something with an enormous power. “Computer, add thumb print for this room, two sets,” Ezri said, looking fearfully down to take in the wicked katana that Katherine was carrying.
A sinister male voice sounded softly back, “Ezri Tigan, identity confirmed. Place state name of first individual.”
“Dana Scully,” Ezri said, forcing her gaze away from the deadly sword.
“Dana Scully, place right thumb on scanner,” the computer intoned gently. Katherine did. “Thank you, place left thumb on scanner.” Katherine once again complied. “Thank you, Dana Scully now has access to all non-secure areas of this room. State name of second individual.”
Ezri took in MacLeod, swallowed, and replied, “Duncan MacLeod.
“Duncan MacLeod, place right thumb on scanner,” the computer intoned once again. Duncan did as asked, and did the same with his left thumb moments later.
Katherine grinned, and placing her thumb on the scanner, she said, “Computer, put my and Duncan’s access as highest priority.”
“Does Ezri Tigan agree?” the computer asked.
Ezri swallowed as she looked into Dana’s expectant eyes. If she agreed, it meant that she and Leeta couldn’t remove the access, only system administrators, or Duncan and Katherine themselves could do that. Thus making sure people couldn’t just be thrown out of their own apartment by a scrupulous criminal that had wormed his or her way into someone’s trust.
“I agree,” Ezri said weakly, feeling shudder pass up her spine and down - she had just given Katherine and Duncan complete access to her and Leeta’s quarters, which meant she had given complete access to herself, and all that it entailed.
“Priority for Duncan MacLeod and Dana Scully upgraded,” the computer spoke.
“Now, see, we can be with you, whenever we want,” Katherine told Ezri with a grin, and then pulled her to her, and placed a long, passionate tongue kiss on her. Katherine grinned evilly at Ezri.
MacLeod said, as he turned to leave, “I’m still on the rebellion’s side, Dana. They trust me, I better go out there, I’ll play spy for you.”
“You do that,” Katherine said with a confident smirk as the door opened and Duncan left the quarters. She then looked at the fearful Ezri, “Now what shall we do till he or your girlfriend returns?”
*****
Dana stepped inside her opposite’s ship, looking around had finished with her own preparations. Kind of ironic that she would use the sensors of her rival’s own ship to keep an eye on things. She stepped through the airlock, into the greyish, green, metallic, old-looking interior of the ship. Dana quickly went left, passing a door into the cockpit. She tapped a button on her watch, and a small holographical user interface appeared above it - the watch on its own was just a bit too small. She sat down in the chair, and tapped buttons. Quickly she found the way to log the ship’s sensors into her tricorder. The ship asked for authorization - a DNA, iris and thumb scan later and it was done.
Dana tapped the ship’s control interface affectionately, and said, “Thank you, you’re beautiful.” Dana laughed at her own double entendre and quickly put her watch back into normal mode. Then she exited the ship.
*****
Some time later Dana arrived at operations - the control room - of the station, and the buzz hit her. It was circular, having a circular middle control panel. Some stairs moved up to the commander’s office. The resistance leaders apart from Leeta were present, as well as MacLeod the source of the buzz, who was leaning on a console. Dana looked at him warily.
“Dana, he’s on our side,” Smiley warned from his position at the main control console.
“I’m sorry I mistook you for her,” MacLeod spoke up, his long coat casually shifting. He rose fully to his feet, and said, “The moment I saw her or rather you, I knew she had a deadly agenda; along with a personal vendetta meant I had to attack her - you. She managed to get away though.”
“Too bad,” Dana while considering for a moment if MacLeod was lying or not. She quickly decided he was, she knew she could flee successfully from Duncan, but only as long as he wasn’t determined enough to catch up to find her. This Duncan seemed to have a big enough grudge he’d be determined enough. “Well, good you’re with us. My MacLeod and I, are very good friends, perhaps we can be friends as well.”
“I’d like that,” MacLeod answered with a genuine smile. That was when Dana knew for sure; it was only a matter of time before this MacLeod would come for her head. That was bad. If this MacLeod was as good as his counterpart back home, then if they were to fight winning would be extremely difficult, if not impossible.
“We’re about to make the announcement,” Smiley spoke up, and pointed down to the console. “This is where we’ll do it, unless you say it’s impossible.”
Dana walked up to the console and part of it lit up to show her a schematic of the station. They had chosen the promenade, right outside of the bar, on the second level, so the viewers could look up. Good, the second level of the bar is where she’d have to fight herself, should she try to attack after her illusion. If she would try for O’Brien earlier, the fight would be someplace else. Well, she’d just have to see where it would happen, wouldn’t she? It all depended on what her counterpart would find more important, or the best strategy. She knew she’d go for taking herself out first, removing the biggest obstacle, a deadly one that could strike when she was busy attempting the assassination - which meant she’d attack herself before the fake death, or right after.
*****
Leeta entered her apartment, calling, “Ezri? You back yet?” The apartment, the walls of which she had painted purple was spread out before her. In the middle, on a circle carpet stood a table. There were two couches who seemed to be ready to fall apart, as were there two chairs part of the same set. Cupboards on the side were metal; quickly screwed together things that wouldn’t be considered stylish in the stone age. Taking everything into account, it was luxurious for a anyone in the former Terran Empire; apart from Cardassians, Klingons, and the very few privileged leaders. The place was one giant cesspool of corruption; with massive amounts of poverty and a very few who had a lot. It made 21st century Earth of either universe look like paradise, really.
There was a moan from the bedroom; the door of which started directly across from Leeta. She frowned and quickly walked over. The door slid open, and she looked at the scene in front of her. Ezri - her Ezri - was on her knees in front of a redhead, who had her tight leather pants down, and Ezri was licking and sucking on the redhead’s pussy. There was something familiar about the redhead; the red haze of anger and pain really blocked that out. “YOU BITCH!” Leeta screamed taking several steps forward.
Katherine tossed Ezri aside, who landed half on her knees, half on her ass and looked with a whole slew of emotions, but mostly several permutation of fear up at her girlfriend. The Immortal was already up though, jumping and landed a solid punch in Leeta’s gut, making her double over. An uppercut later and she was lying painfully on the ground. Katherine smoothly hoisted up her leather-like pants, and fastened them. One stride further, and she slammed her foot hard onto Leeta’s stomach. The Bajoran jerked and coughed, looking hazily up at the petite redhead. “Leeta, I presume,” Katherine spoke with an evil grin, “don’t blame you girlfriend, she could choose between sex and death.”
Now Leeta recognized her, and whispered with a fearful shudder, “Phoenix.”
Ezri’s eyes widened at the name, and looked at Katherine, her fear going up, “By Osin.”
Katherine’s right hand shot downward and slammed on Leeta’s throat, then closed around it, squeezing and pushing at the same time. Leeta gasped for air, but didn’t get much. “Not that it stopped her from enjoying it,” Katherine grinned down at the Bajoran, who looked pained from her to Ezri, or at least attempted to. “You really should look into an Earth practice called S&M, I think she’ll be much healthier if she gets those dark urges satisfied by someone that loves her, instead of the next evil bitch that will use her, spit her out, and quite possibly kill her. You /do/ love Ezri, right?”
“Yes,” Leeta gasped out after she felt the pressure on her throat lessen a bit. She was mortified, and felt ashamed of herself. After the rebellion took over Terok Nor, many dissatisfied lower classes rebelled against the fat aristocracy. She was one of them, and had personally killed several of them, as well as the priesthood, who were generally just as fat. She had vowed then, she would never again be subjugated, and she had put herself forward, in front, in charge, and very much strong. Ezri was perfect for her really. Albeit as strong willed as her, and wild, she had a streak in her that enjoined having someone a little stronger above her. And now here she was; two punches, and an impossibly strong hand, and she was back to a subjugated sputtering little girl. Not that, a rational part of her mind supplied, this was just any bad girl, criminal, Cardassian or Klingon. No, /this/ was the legendary assassin, Phoenix. The one who resurrects, the unkillable one, the assassin that had never failed to take out a target. She didn’t stand a hope in hell against her if she had an army backing her up. All of that didn’t help her alleviate her shame one little bit though.
“I hear you’re one of the highest ranking people in this little organization you’ve got going. That’s going to save your lives,” Katherine stated with an easy smile. “You see, Leeta, you’re going to go back, and do whatever you normally do, but you will help me as well. You will give me the schedule of any search parties, and the location of every camera and any sensor able to identify me. You don’t, and you’ll find Ezri’s head on the couch when you get back. I’m not quite certain what I’m going to do with the rest of her body, but it will be gruesome. Perhaps I’ll bathe in her blood, some think that would grant me eternal life.” Katherine chuckled at her own inside joke, and then asked, “You understand me?”
“Yes, yes, just don’t kill her, please,” Leeta asked Katherine pitifully.
Katherine smiled down at her, saying, “Ah, I see we’ll get along just fine.” She pulled something from her coat with her left hand, and then stuffed the small tiny thing inside Leeta’s right ear. “It’s a two-way radio. You hear what I have to say, and I hear what you and others around you say, but no one else hears anything. Any attempt to secretly communicate with your friends, and Ezri’s head comes of. I hear anything odd, an odd tone in your voice, you need to repeat something, or the others grow silent for a moment at what you said, and Ezri’s head comes off. Understand?”
“Yes,” Leeta said.
“Good,” Katherine said with a smile, and let Leeta go, stepping back from her. “You will stay here, as long as you were going to stay here. If I here just one person ask about you being early or late, Ezri’s head comes off.”
“I understand,” Leeta spoke quickly, pain running through her body. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Once more, good. In the meantime, your girlfriend can finish what she started, with you watching,” Katherine spoke to Leeta, but to Ezri too. Leeta looked shocked at Katherine, who gave a short burst of laughter, before returning to the bed and lowering her pants again. She looked directly at Leeta as she pulled Ezri by her head back between her legs. “Have fun, Ezri,” Katherine said with a smirk, and then watched Leeta defeated lower her head.
Chapter 10: Confronting Reflection
Dana sat in a corner of the ops center, as Leeta returned and took her place. Smiley and Thirishar were there as well, while the other lead search parties through Terok Nor. The only other one present was MacLeod. Dana smiled lightly as she watched Leeta get to work, then turned her head to her left as MacLeod approached her. Just like her, the other Immortal sat down against the sticking out edge of the wall, conveniently at buttocks height - there was a good chance it was designed deliberately that way.
“So . . . Dana Katherine Scully from the Mirror Universe, huh?” MacLeod asked with a light smile. “You and I are friends, over there.”
Dana looked up at him, giving him a genuine smile that she knew the 800-year-old immortal wouldn’t fall for, just as he no doubt knew she wasn’t falling for his. “Yep, 400 years, he was my teacher.”
“Ah, that’s different here, we parted on not so good terms,” MacLeod spoke with a smile, his arms folded across his chest.
Dana smiled, as she kept one eye on Leeta. “Locked you up somewhere, huh? I remember what you said,” she said, willing herself not to attempt to chop the weasel’s head off as her instinct told her to do.
“Yes, I would consider it a great favor, if you leave the bitch to me,” Duncan told her with a smile.
“If I can, not a problem,” Dana lied smoothly - there was no way she was going to let MacLeod take her counterpart’s head and become that much more powerful. Katherine had yet to show any true fear or apprehension at her power, and although there was a difference, she was pretty sure Katherine was close enough to her it was going to be a tough fight - very tough, and if an already more powerful opponent could add that to his own . . . not a pretty scenario; unless you thought severed, female heads with red hair were pretty. “Tell me, what do you do for a living?” Dana asked with a smirk.
“Oh, I run a brothel, a mobile one, all the prostitutes are strictly there out of their free will of course,” Duncan answered, with a grin, his eyes warm but with a cold center that could never be warmed.
“Of course, I wouldn’t have expected less of a freedom fighter,” Dana answered, batting her eyelashes seductively at him, while the urge to cut this bastard in a hundred slices grew tenfold. Good thing she had a lot of self control. “It is interesting isn’t it? My evil double engineered the Terran Empire’s end, now her teacher helps rebuild it.”
“It’s the least I can do,” Duncan replied while the others turned to her.
“What!?” Smiley asked out loud.
Dana genuinely, truly genuinely grinned at Smiley, and asked, “Oh, you didn’t know? She was Emperor Kirk’s main wife, while she helped guide Spock in strategic disarmaments, and gave that knowledge to the Klingon-Cardassian alliance.”
“Oh, I want to kill that /bitch/!” Thirishar hissed, drawing his gun.
Smiley intercepted the Andorian with words, “*Thirishar,* *don’t.* We both know going after her counterpart is suicide without her.”
“Is it?” the Andorian asked, and then pointed the disruptor with a quirk of his lips at Dana. “How about we find out for sure?”
Dana and MacLeod didn’t move, and she just told him, “Go ahead, make my day.”
“*Thirishar,*” Smiley warned, but the Andorian already pulled the trigger.
A moment later the bolt slammed into Dana’s chest, who didn’t even flinch. Everyone present - even MacLeod had the foresight to act - looked stunned. “She’s got the same technology,” Dana answered with a big grin, giving a tiny suggestion to all the mortals not to examine that statement and their eyes too closely. She then turned to MacLeod and said with a smirk, “You know, I’ve always wanted to say that, but never quite found the right situation.”
MacLeod and everyone looked blankly at her. Dana’s smile faltered, and asked, “No Dirty Harry in this universe?” He shook his head. “Damn.” Dana turned back to the others, and asked, “Anyone else want to do something to be certain they really can’t handle me or my evil self? . . . Good.”
“How does it work?” Leeta asked out loud.
Dana looked over at her, and smiled, “I don’t know. Found it amongst some ancient ruins, she probably did too. Tried to figure it, but it’s way too advanced. Even if I survive the battle, the little armor might not.”
“Let’s get back to work,” Smiley said, with a grimace. “I’ll announce the public address first.”
“It would be about the right time,” Dana added with a smile. Then listened as he made the announcement across the public broadcasting system. All around the station, people would hear Smiley’s voice come from on high.
Dana watched Leeta go back to her console once Smiley finished. She then announced, “I’m going to do a little sweep on my own.” Then she walked off into the turbolift and ordered it away.
*****
Dana walked along the dirty corridors past several residents, and a search party. She went the very place where the search party had already searched. She came upon the promenade, far away from her chosen place for the assassination of Smiley. Leeta; she had been the key. She had returned and had gone to work. Whenever Leeta talked into her comlink and pushed buttons on her console, her watch silently vibrated, appraising her that the search parties’ patterns changed. That of course, was the Bajoran’s job, and although Dana had not been able to check out what the exact changes were, it had clicked. She had heard Leeta had a girlfriend. Girlfriend - Leeta had a girlfriend, Ezri had a girlfriend, and MacLeod having been here regularly, would know exactly which girlfriend that was; each other’s. So, just like she would do, her mirror image had taken Ezri to her own quarters. Nobody would suspect that one of the main people in the rebellion’s hierarchy, would be helping the assassin, she was certainly not staying in her room.
Thus Dana had left, once in the clear activated her holographic display, checked out the changes, did the math, and had ended up coming here. She stayed far away from the actual promenade, looking from the outside in, through windows, in the ring just outside. She wouldn’t be inside within Quickening-sensing distance this way. Indeed, after several minutes of spying on the section of the promenade, safely hidden, her mirror showed up.
Now why would she do that? What was the point of placing explosives here? Of course! Dana smiled, understanding now. “Sneaky,” Dana whispered as she watched Katherine place several explosives in an empty shop, and around the promenade. This Terok Nor, had something similar to the shopping center promenade of her Deep Space Nine before the rebellion took over, but shopping, entertainment and restaurant foods weren’t exactly high on the priority list these days on Terok Nor. One side of this section was obstructed by debris, the only way in was from the side, or the other side. Smiling, Dana turned away and left her to her business.
*****
Some twelve hours later
The guard looked around, making sure nobody could get into engineering core. Other guards, and the engineers were continuously checking the power generators, both with sensors and their own eyes, just in case the Phoenix could mask bombs from their sensors. The guard was in front of the entrance, looking down the corridor leading to his entrance way. He was completely unaware of a small panel in the ceiling of the corridor opening silently and being brought inside. Above was a ventilation shaft, and part-time engineering access tube. The Phoenix, Immortal Assassin, one Dana Katherine Scully, slowly slunk down from the newly opened hole. A few moments later she grabbed the woman’s head, snapped her neck, and pulled her up. Once she had the corpse in the tube, she released the rope she had tied to her ankles. She picked up the winch and let it winch in the rope, then tucked it into her coat. She let herself drop down next to the door, and looked inside for a moment.
She pulled a scanner from her coat, and checked out where the total fifteen people were. Two more were guards at the other entry ways, while the others walked among the power generators or were at consoles. The engineering core was circular, and had a total of four power generators present. The cold fusion generators calmly hummed. They arranged in pattern of a square, leaving a crossways in between. The rounded walls of the engineering core had consoles. Each ‘corner’ had one, making a total of four monitoring and controlling stations - one for each generator. The doors to the engineering core were arranged one third along the circle, but not quite. The doors would be just at the edge of the engineering consoles, so they were just a bit higher than a true, equal three-way division.
Katherine smiled to herself, pulling two disruptors from her coat and memorized the engineers’ and guards’ positions. One at each door, two engineers were at the consoles to the left of her, and the others were spread amongst the generators. The round generators had a foot of an old brownish metal. At the two, coming to a point, were coverings that were to the eye a lattice work of white metal. Between the latticework, blue light glowed from the inner generator through a see-through, glass-like substance. Inside the generator, if one were to look, they’d find the blue glow being generated by blue swirling gas. The point, some meter above the see-through covering was connected upward to a large tube that came from the ceiling. Other tubes were placed against the tubes; evidently tanks that kept ingredients for the fusion reaction safe until needed - at which time they’d move down through the pipe point into the generator.
Katherine made her move. She ran into the room, and fired left, moved the disruptor and fired again. At practically the same time there were painful screams as the two engineers had parts of their chest liquified and vaporized. They fell down dead. Katherine twisted to her right, where right on time the guard at the doorway entered, and killed him the same way. Then she twisted on her axis, and quickly ran to her left. From in between the generators several guards appeared and she quickly shot them down. She shuddered for a moment as a disruptor bolt hit her, but shrugged it off easily, feeling stronger a few moments later in fact. Jumping and twisting around in the air, brought the one who hit her, and several of her companions in sight. She fired again, missing one of the four, but killing him on the second try. She landed and continued to walk backward, then turn left again. The guard that was at the door there had already entered, and she killed him too. She ran off in that direction, and aiming right she shot whenever someone entered in her field of vision.
It was over; all of them were dead. “Perfect,” Katherine told herself with a smile. She put her disruptor away, and took out several bombs, and went to work. First she mounted several underneath the control consoles, then pressed on with the actual generators. Trying this earlier, would have been futile. Having known the strategy of checking everything constantly, someone would have found the dead bodies, and found the bombs - most likely disarming them. Now it would only be minutes before she’d struck, and there was more than a good chance no patrols would come past here between now and the short time later.
Kneeling at the outside of the last generator to be rigged up, the Buzz hit. Katherine looked up and to her right, and watched MacLeod stroll in through the top entrance leisurely, his sword out. “Dana Katherine Scully,” MacLeod drawled out. Katherine finished the last bomb, and quickly got up, drawing her sword and moving away from the generator, in the middle of the narrow space between the generator and the console. “You didn’t say anything about killing Smiley,” Duncan said as he slowly walked toward Katherine.
The redhead gently backed up, and shrugging she replied, “You would undoubtedly have found out sooner rather than later.”
Duncan chuckled, which sent a chill down Katherine’s spine. Duncan looked at the generator where she had just been sitting, and said, “You didn’t say anything about blowing this station up either. I suppose I was meant to be blown up along with it, hmm?”
With Duncan still advancing, and Katherine back up, she said, “Of course not, I fully expected you to get off before that. You know my MO, we are a good team you and I.”
Duncan chuckled without taking one lip from the other, as he steadily stepped forward. “I’ll be sure to use that line on the next man I kill,” Duncan told her and brought his sword up. “Now, you’ve got a little problem. I like Smiley, more than that, I like having an empress for a whore. If you destroy this station, Smiley will be dead, and the rebellion very possibly fails - nobody looking at the public rebellion you see.” Duncan reached the middle of the console, and Katherine was reaching the edge of it, and he added, “And oh, yeah, I’d be dead, can’t have that.”
Katherine took another step back, and brought up a small device with multiple buttons. Katherine smiled and Duncan and gave a helpless shrug, quirking her eyebrows. Duncan’s eyes widened, and said, “You wouldn’t blow yourself up.” Katherine just smiled and pushed the button. The console exploded mightily, Duncan getting shredded by the explosion and then the debris speared him, before it covered him fully. A beam came from the ceiling and crashed down into the debris, going all the way down to the floor, crushing the metal and other materials.
“Oops, thumb slipped,” Katherine commented and looked at the pile of debris. After a few moments, she whispered annoyed, “No Quickening. Not entirely surprised, but he’s one lucky bastard.”
Then Katherine quickly turned and ran out the place. Albeit the explosion was small, there could be a good chance someone had heard it to come investigate. She didn’t have much time anymore.
*****
Dana stood in the middle of the control center, with Smiley and his people around her. “So,” Smiley said with authority. “You will handle the fake assassination.”
“Yes,” Dana replied. “I will send you word, so you can transmit the news. Now you go to the ships, and get ready to leave.”
Smiley nodded, and then took his people out one side. Dana waited a few moments, looked around at the remaining personnel, those who would be sending the transmission soon, and then left out another side.
*****
Katherine sped around the station. One set of security personnel she dodged by telling them angrily she was the good one. Another group of two she killed before they even knew what hit them. It didn’t take her long to get to the side-section of the promenade, and race along the lower level. She grinned, as she entered from the side, just past the obstruction which was now behind her. She had timed it right, and no Immortal in range. There up ahead were they all, her target in the middle. They were ‘unrecognizable’ of course, covered in robes so nobody would notice who’d be walking there - after all they were giving a public speech. They just reached where she planted her explosives, only twenty meters in front of her - killing them was going to be easy.
“Oh, hello,” Katherine couldn’t resist letting them know death was coming. The group of some ten people turned around, and looked surprised. “What?” she asked with a grin, pulling a disruptor, “I’m supposed to be trying to kill you on the second level promenade?”
“You can’t know,” Smiley spoke from underneath his hood, a hint of fear in his voice, “you can’t know we’re here. We kept it secret, unless somebody of us told you.”
Katherine started to deepen her smile when it faltered, due to an assault of buzzing sensation in her head. “That would be Leeta,” Dana spoke, as she came walking out of side corridor just in between Smiley and co and Katherine.
Katherine looked with narrowed eyes at Dana, who simply stood there. Behind her Leeta dropped her hood, and offered as a way of defense with a pleading tone, “She has Ezri. She has Ezri.”
“Get going, I’ll handle her, the fake assassination will be a bit later than planned,” Dana said darkly, her eyes locked with Katherine. The group started moving, half-dragging a defeated Leeta along. Katherine pulled out a device, and pushed a button; nothing happened. Dana smirked, and from a pocket in her coat she produced several small devices. “I thought it healthy to remove these,” Dana told her counter part who grumbled in annoyance. Dana dropped the detonators to the floor and crushed them. As behind her the Smiley and his people moved out of sight, Dana pulled out her Katana, “Shall we begin?”
Katherine chuckled, and said, “I knew this was a possibility.” She shrugged and put her disruptor away, then apparently reached for her sword. Instantly came out an old-style .45 semi-automatic, which she fired with a loud bang almost instantly. At the same instant Dana jumped off to her left, whirling through the air, and landed in front of a pillar as more gunshots rang out. She groaned in pain as one bullet hit her right calve. She staggered, and jumped up with her left, as another bullet entered the side of her back. Grimacing she ignored the pain, landed with her feet against the metal, brown, dirty pillar, and somersaulted toward Katherine.
Katherine aimed her gun, fired and missed. Dana landed on the ground, and immediately made a head roll forward. The ducking required for the move made Katherine miss a few more. The gun clicked empty, as Dana rose and kicked it out of her hand. Immediately she made a swipe at Katherine’s neck, but she had already raised her own cobra-head katana to counter Dana’s fox-head katana. The cobra-head katana lined down the outside of Katherine’s left arm, where with a clang the fox-head katana collided. The two mirror images looked each other in the eye, and the two mirror-eyes rubies glistened in the pale artificial light of the station. Dana reached down with her left hand, around her back. She grimaced and a moment later she brought her hand back, producing a bullet. “You didn’t really think that useless toy would work against me, did you?” Dana asked coolly, feeling the final wounds close and disappear.
“No, but it was worth a shot,” Katherine returned with an evil smirk. She kicked out, and Dana deflected the kick with her free hand, backing up. Their swords came apart, and Katherine thrust forward, and with a downward circular movement of her down, Dana deflected it away. Her left fist came forward at the same time, and caught the unexpected Katherine across the jaw. The native Scully wouldn’t go down with a mere punch though, and simply twisted aside and away, bringing her sword up for defense.
Dana attacked with a swift downward overhead stroke, which Katherine avoided by moving her upper body to the left and down, while smoothly bringing her katana up to deflect it. The two mirror warriors twisted and turned apart, coming in a ready stance. Katherine was ducked backward and a low a bit, her left hand in front of her, while she had her katana ready at her side. Dana had her left foot forward, her right back, and holding onto her sword overhead with both hands, the cutting side upward.
The two Immortals surged forward, their blades coming together in a flurry of blows, slices and parries. They twisted around each other, Katherine blocking an attempt at her neck on her right. Dana kicked her right leg out at Katherine’s knee making her step back. Dana pulled her katana to the right forward, then suddenly up at Katherine’s, slicing right through it as Katherine turned around and brought her sword up to her left. A clang rang out, as the Dana’s sword came out the other end, then she disappeared. Dana reappeared on the other side, flowing from a veil, her sword against Katherine’s protective one. With a smirk Katherine asked, “You didn’t really think those ridiculous tricks would work on me, did you?”
Dana smirked back at her mirror self, and answered, “No, but it was worth a shot. How did you gain the power?”
Katherine shrugged, and said, “Nakano was a practically all powerful evil bastard, but he had one critical weakness - he underestimated women. After joining his harem he barely checked up on me - I just had to wait for the first Immortal to come challenge him, and blow them both up.”
“Nice,” Dana returned and took a step back. Both of them started removing their coats for easier movement, while Dana said, “I didn’t have it that easy. I had to kill the one who had his Quickening, he put himself up as a god on some planet. He was incidentally the father of my daughter.” Dana tossed her coat to her left, as Katherine did the same to her right. The coats landed against the outer wall of an empty shop.
Bringing their swords back up with a smooth swivel, Katherine said, “This multiverse isn’t big enough for the both of us.”
“I agree,” Dana returned and they restarted their fight with everything they had. Katherine struck at Dana’s right side, who caught the blow on her sword while moving forward and kicking Katherine in her stomach. The evil Immortal took a step back as Dana pushed her sword off of her. She struck forward with a yell of effort. Katherine twisted her body to her right ninety degrees and made Dana miss, then sliced her sword at Dana’s neck. Dana twisted back to her left and brought her sword up, blocked Katherine’s and forced both swords up and over head. With a quick motion hers slid in between the now upward pointing katana of Katherine. Her left hand came up, and pushed Katherine backward sharply, while she herself twisted off her left. With the swords sliding against each other, Katherine was rapidly twisted to her side. The moment it happened, Katherine pushed off with her foot, jumping backward in the air and speeding up her twisting. A moment later Dana’s sword clanged against Katherine’s while she was still airborne, right there where her neck would have been.
Katherine landed and took in Dana. Dana in turn smiled at Katherine, and said, “Impressive, Connor once thought that properly executed that move was unstoppable; mine was perfectly executed.”
Katherine grinned, as she leisurely started swivelling her sword around her right wrist, replying, “Connor was never too bright, still isn’t.”
Dana gave a shrug, as she brought her sword in front of her. She attacked suddenly, making a flurry of blows and strikes, starting with an rapid overhand strike. Katherine was forced to back up, deflecting the blows, but then parried one off to her right, stepping forward. With a quick motion she brought her sword to neck height and struck. Dana had already twisted away and back to her left, allowing her time to raise her sword and block it. She continued her circular movement with great speed, and made a strike at Katherine’s neck. Her mirror image was just as fast though. She ducked and stuck her sword forward into Katherine’s gut just below her black and blue top. Dana brought her sword down and returned the favor before Katherine could move off.
They backed off from each other, and eyed each other as they felt their wounds closed. With both having the same wound, there was no real reason to go into a speedy attack to keep the other from using the temporary weakness. “You can’t win,” Katherine told her counterpart with a grin.
“I’ve heard that before,” Dana countered.
Katherine smiled, and said, “These aren’t the only explosives I’ve set.”
Dana grinned back, telling her, “These aren’t the only explosives I’ve defused.”
“And I’ve set a few you couldn’t get to and be here on time as well,” Katherine added with a superior smirk. “You get close, I’ll just blow up the whole station. You might kill me, but you won’t win.”
Dana grimaced, and said, “We’ll see.” Then she attacked with the scream of a fury. Katherine defended herself.
*****
“We’re almost to the ship, Smiley,” Julian said, with his always present simmering anger. “Do you think we can pull this one off?”
“Oh, yes,” Smiley answered him with conviction when his communicator beeped. He pulled out a tiny device, and said, “What is it?”
#O’Brien, we can’t raise engineering,# a voice sounded from the communicator.
“Have you- . . .?” Smiley started, but stopped himself, realizing it wasn’t really necessary to finish the sentence.
The communicator sounded again, #Yep, everyone we got sent to look for explosives, but the people at the speech are getting restless, and we don’t have any men there anymore . . . I just thought you’d like to know.#
“Got it, just keep on it,” Smiley terminated the link and looked at everyone. Leeta had managed to compose herself a bit.
“I’m going to go find Ezri,” Leeta said resolutely - if Katherine hadn’t killed her, she was going to take her off the station.
“She’s still alive,” Thirishar said from under his hood, “if Katherine killed Ezri, she wouldn’t have any leverage anymore before it’s over.”
Leeta turned to a corridor going right, and said, “She won’t be if this station goes boom.” She then left, hoping none of them decided she should be shot in the back. Nobody did, they moved on.
*****
The swords flashed with almost blinding speed, clanging together over and over. The two immortal combatants swiveled around each other as they brought their swords together over and over. Dana blocked one swipe, and took a step back, then twisted to the right. Katherine twisted with her, and brought her sword up in time. Their swords locked together, and sang as they scraped along each other. They took a step back, and Dana attacked Katherine’s chest. Katherine parried, pushing the attacking sword off to her right, and swung her sword up and down rapidly. Dana ducked while taking a step back, and blocked the sword coming down. She twisted to her left and back, while pushing her opponent’s sword to the right. She grunted with the effort and then with a quick yell of effort brought the sword back and slight moving sharply forward.
“AH!” Katherine yelled, as the sword sliced through her upper right leg. She had tried to avoid the slice, but hadn’t been fast enough. She grasped the deep wound reflexively, but then attacked with fervor.
She brought her sword down from the left with a growl, and Dana was forced to back off while deflecting the blow with her own katana. Katherine didn’t let up, going faster, parrying Dana’s counter thrust and then slicing down.
“Ngg,” Dana yelled out, backing away, but already bringing the sword up, as Katherine’s finished slicing an opening in her upper arm. She deflected the next slice, and found herself against a metal arch on the outside of the promenade, behind which lay the corridors leading outward of the center of the station. She ducked rapidly, and Katherine’s sword struck the metal just past where Dana’s neck was. There was a screech and sparks, and Katherine’s katana came to a halt. Dana thrust forward, slicing her blade into Katherine’s stomach, even as her mirror image jumped back and away.
“Ugh!” Katherine spat out at the pain, circling around as Dana did the same. Several meters were in between the two, and Dana was now facing the other way, toward the empty shop. The two immortals appraised each other once more, Katherine breathing slightly heavier than Dana. The evil redhead took in where Dana stood; just in front of a piece of debris. Was she aware of it? Only one way to find out.
With her wounds already all but healed, she ran forward with a scream. She brought her sword up, as did Dana in order to block. She watched as her counterpart’s heel got caught behind the slices of metal, and keeled over, grimacing. Dana grunted with annoyance and some fear as she fell on her ass. Katherine roared out as she brought the sword down with all her might and speed . . . and missed as Dana just barely rolled out of the way. Katherine didn’t hesitate to swing around to her right, making a cutting motion with the katana at the same time. Dana came up to her knees, and holding the sword blade down with both hands blocked it. She got up further, and stepped to her left and back, swinging the silver-handled weapon to her left, where Katherine’s following swing arrived. The moment the blades hit each other, Dana swiveled hers forward as she stepped forward herself. With a vicious cut her katana sliced down, to miss Katherine who had jumped back just barely.
Not wasting any time, Katherine attacked once again, forcing Dana to back up as she blocked the rapid, powerful strikes and thrusts. Moving backward, Dana entered the empty shop, as her katana swung left, up, right and down to deflect and block Katherine’s strikes. Suddenly, while deflecting a particular vicious thrust Dana turned off to her left, and thrust forward. Katherine twisted aside herself, but not fast enough to keep Dana from drawing blood from her side. Dana went immediately from a thrust to a sharp slice to her right with a growl. Missing barely, she swiveled her sword, to bring it in a downward slice. Katherine blocked it, but Dana twisted the sword aside to her left, and struck forward. Katherine turned ninety degrees to her right with a groan of effort at the speed, making Dana miss.
Breathing heavier now, Katherine brought her sword up, and hacked at Dana’s neck. The other Immortal smoothly turned and deflected the strike with her sword. Dana took a few steps back, and eyed Katherine, and for a moment the desolate shop. The place had a grey floor, and brown walls as did the rest of Terok Nor. It had a few pieces of debris lying around here and there; but otherwise it was empty, making it look even more desolate than before.
Dana grinned at the breathing heavy Katherine. “Well, look at you,” Dana spoke with a smile. “I guess we know the difference between you and me, now, don’t we? All the places where neither of us could beat the other; it’s endurance. The difference between being trained by the ninja, and killing the ninja. You /really/ shouldn’t have killed them.”
Katherine looked at the still mostly fresh Dana, and said, “This fight is not yet over. Endurance or not; only when your head comes off is this over, and I need just one slice for that.” Dana nodded in agreement but didn’t do anything more for now. Then Katherine screamed in frustration as she burst forward intending to finally finish the problem.
*****
The technicians and fighters under Marlena’s command filtered into the engineering core, and easily noticed the mess on one side. “Shit!” she called out in annoyance, and then grumbled with even greater pain as she took in the dead bodies. “Start looking for the bombs people, that proves their here.”
She herself went working as well, pulling out a scanner. It wasn’t long before someone called, “Found one!” A technician went over and started on the delicate work of disarming it. Soon more bombs were being found, she herself found one as well.
There was a metallic grumble, and she looked up and around. There was another and she looked at the remains of the exploded console. Several metal beams and strips started moving. “What the . . .?” she asked herself. Then pieces were being pushed from the pile, and then suddenly part of it burst open.
“FUCK!” a male voice roared from within. More metal moved, a hand became visible, and then a much bigger section burst free - breaking apart in a hundred different smaller pieces, that had been pressed together and entangled before. With a roar Duncan MacLeod pulled himself free, blood pouring from multiples wounds, several jagged edges ripping his torso and part of his clothes open more. Finally with another defiant scream the Immortal freed himself fully from the mess, raising his arms holding his sword triumphantly into the air. Marlena and several of the others looked in shock at the bleeding man, who really should be dead.
“That bitch,” MacLeod hissed in anger, “I’m going to kill the /bitch/!” Then he started moving briskly as the bleeding slowed, but still dripped to the floor leaving a trail. “/Both/ of them!” he finished as he walked out of the engineering core, leaving a few befuddled technicians, soldiers and Marlena - the others hadn’t noticed, too busy not setting off the bombs as they went about disarming them.
*****
The battle was back in full force; the swords clanging together melodiously. If not for the fact they were in an abandoned part of the station, they’d have a giant audience; most would have come for some good music. Dana was on the attack. She struck low to Katherine’s leg, making her have to lift it and step back. Dana then brought her sword up against Katherine’s, then went for her right shoulder. Katherine once again stepped back and reached the back wall of the shop. With an angry grimace the winded Immortal jumped up against the wall, and then pushed off again. She somersaulted over her counterpart too high for Dana to reach and landed on the ground. With a growl Dana swiveled around and made a vicious swipe. Katherine was no slouch herself however, and with her sword behind her back, blocked the sword, then turned herself rapidly around to face her opponent.
“Very good,” Dana said with a smile, growing a little tired herself.
Katherine watched Dana warily, then grinned. She pulled out her remote, and said, “Well, I don’t think I want to take the chance. Let’s see who wakes up from the freezing space first, huh? I think, being native, I have the advantage.”
Dana had frozen for a moment but then charged forward, intent on getting the detonator away from her mirror self. Too late; Katherine pushed the button . . . and nothing happened. Katherine frowned, and then pushed the button again. Still no explosions.
Dana laughed, and told her, “It seems someone else found your bombs.”
“Damn it,” the winded Katherine hissed out and tossed the remote aside.
“I see we’re going to finish this the old-fashioned way after all,” Dana said with a grin, letting her sword twist around once, “I prefer it that way. Your head’s mine.”
Dana attacked with all the speed she could muster, her sword reducing to a blur. Katherine moved just as fast though, blocking and parrying every thrust - or not quite. Dana noticed her counterpart was had definitely slowed down a bit. Not much, but just a bit. Dana deflected a blow and pushed Katherine off to her left. A kick to the knee forced the good Immortal back. The following strike at her neck, Dana blocked. Then she forced her opponent’s sword down her sword, and slammed her right fist across the other’s chin. Katherine staggered back, but once again deflected the following sword strike, and twisted it away to Dana’s left. Katherine immediately thrust forward, intent on skewering Dana clean through. Dana instead managed to bring up her sword with both hands just in time, and pushed the sword further off to her left, while stepping forward. Quickly she let go over her sword with her left hand, and grabbed Katherine’s sword arm with it. With her right she brought her sword back, and rammed it through Katherine’s heart.
Katherine coughed, then spit out some blood, looking in shock at the harsh-looking Dana. The black-handled sword slipped from Katherine’s fingers and fell loudly onto the floor, as she sank to her knees. “There can be only one,” Dana informed Katherine coolly, then added, “No pun intended.” She pulled her sword free, and then with one sharp motion severed Katherine’s head, which left the shoulders and then landed on the ground with a bounce.
Dana took a step back, and breathed deeply, as Katherine’s knelt body stayed upright. Sparks of power, and a plasmatic mist started coming from the body and severed neck, kept it from falling over. The first powerful bolt struck up straight out of Katherine’s neck and struck the ceiling above. An electric storm rapidly formed, a twister blowing around the two, whipping up Dana’s hair, and pulling all the dirt and little debris off the ground swirling through the empty shop, suddenly lit by unnatural fire and electricity. The next bolt struck Dana. “AAH!” she yelled out in ecstasy and pain. She was forced to one knee, leaning on her katana, as Katherine’s mist of life essence starting swirling around Dana pulled along by the twister. Lighting struck around the shop, ripping out parts of metal, singing them elsewhere, then blasted more into Dana, who through her head into her neck with the sensations. The twister seemed to become raw, pure energy as the mist started flowing into Dana, continuing its circular patter.
“Nng!” Dana groaned out, as memories and knowledge flowed into her. Rapes, some inflicted, some gained - many more inflicted - murders, killings, jealous, hatred; and a cool rage at seemingly everything. And somehow, probably because she was Dana, and Dana was she, all of it seemed more close, more real, more visceral than any Quickening she had ever gain. Screaming out with the pain and pleasure, as lighting bolts attacked her head, chest, and rest of her body, Dana felt all her muscles contract so tightly it was painful. Thus she gripped her sword with a death grip. The mist of plasma finished its passage into her body, and then four more powerful bursts of energy came in the form of five lightning bolts. One blasting into Dana straight in the middle of her head, one through Katherine’s neck, one behind her, and one on either side of the beheaded body. Four times, they blasted rapidly after each other but with great power and intensity. Dana’s body jerked with both the pain and pleasure, with each hit, and then the unnatural storm dissipated rapidly.
Dana collapsed to the floor, as did finally Katherine’s body. “Oh,” Dana moaned as she felt wiped completely, as if she were carrying the weight of a small moon on her body. “Damn,” she muttered as she painfully forced herself up to her legs. She smiled as she saw Katherine’s cobra-head katana, and picked it off the floor. Tiredly she examined it, and grinned. “Thanks for the spare,” she muttered, and staggered out of the shop. She put the swords against the wall next to her coat, which picked up. As she started to put it on, she felt her strength returning rapidly, soon feeling charged and ready, more powerful and strong than just before; being supercharged by the Quickening. She then picked up her sword and put in the hidden sheath in her coat. After that she put Katherine’s sword in the other side; although there was no sheath there, so she had to keep it there with her arm against the handle, not letting it slice through her coat.
“Time for a fake assassination,” Dana said, and then ran off; the speech was at least a half-hour overdue by now. People would be restless.
Chapter 11: Back Through the Mirror
Leeta burst into her quarters, desperate. “EZRI!?” she called out in fear. “EZRI!?”
No response. Leeta felt the fear gripping her heart. At the moment, she didn’t care one little bit about not having been in control; just that amazing girl she fell deeply in love with. She ran further into her room, jumping over the table, and into her bedroom. She bumped her shoulder hard against the sliding door, as its speed was too slow to accommodate the stampeding Bajoran. “EZRI!?” she screamed in dread. No answer . . . wait. She turned to her right, was there a tiny bit of a thumping?
Leeta sped over to the closet and opened it, finding a gagged, and tied up Ezri down on the floor underneath the clothes, sitting on the shoes. “Ezri!” Leeta exclaimed with relief, falling down to her lover, and ripping her gag off. “Ezri,” she whispered, kissing her on the cheek as she tried to get the ropes off.
“I’m sorry,” Ezri whimpered as tears of joy and guilt flowed from her eyes.
“Ssh,” Leeta said, fed up with the ropes. She brought Ezri up and supported her to the bed.
Leeta went to get a scissors from the nightstand, as Ezri continued apologizing, “I’m sorry I liked it. I couldn’t help myself, I’m sick. She was a killer . . .”
“Ssh,” Leeta told her in Ezri’s ear, as she cut the first rope.
“I couldn’t stop her, and still . . .” Ezri sobbed out as the ropes were cut one by one.
Leeta took Ezri’s face between her hands and turned her to him. “Doesn’t matter; she wasn’t just anybody, she’s the Phoenix, legendary unkillable assassin. Nobody on this station except her counterpart from the other universe could stand a chance against her,” Leeta spoke soothly, as she saw Ezri’s crying steadily slow down, rapidly being replaced by her usual tough self. “I love you, we’re going to get through this, when we get off this station in case she manages to blow it up.”
Ezri nodded and the two got up, then started moving out.
*****
Dana walked along the second level of the promenade, and then as they came into view, paused to look down. A whole throng of people, who had all lost their patience a long time ago, were waiting for Smiley to make his public address. Some had already left, others were shouting and hollering for something - anything.
“Time for the show,” Dana said, and sat down in a lotus position. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander, encompassing all nearby. She had to find them all first, she couldn’t miss some - they wouldn’t see anything. Satisfied she had them all, she initiated the illusion. Smiley, Julian, and some guards came from behind and reached the crosswalk.
Smiley raised his hands, and requested everyone be silent. After some attempts, people indeed got silent. Then Smiley started giving a rousing speech of how the Alliance’s treatment of the people in it was horrible - and the treatment of Terrans the worst. Then Dana Katherine Scully came out of nowhere, killing the guards. Julian missed with his disruptor, and got skewered for his trouble. Smiley followed soon after. The people had first been silent, than loud in anger, then silent in shock again as their leader was brutally murdered for all to see, and finally rose up in anger again. Dana ran off, and when she was well on her way, the real Dana pulled out a small remote, and pushed a button on it. An explosive under the crosswalk - she had used one of Katherine’s she had defused - went off with a mighty explosion - or at least the sound of one. A moment later the crosswalk collapsed. Dana set off another explosion that she had set in the store she had noticed earlier. Afraid now many more bombs would be going off, the people started getting away in chaos.
Dana nodded, and quickly went back to where she came from. She put the detonator back in her pocket and pulled out her communicator. “Smiley, it’s done, everyone thinks you’re dead,” she whispered with a grin. “Send the transmission. /Now/, we don’t have much time, it won’t take long before people notice nothing was recorded, and that there are no bodies. If there are spies . . .”
#Understood,# came the reply. Dana then sped up.
*****
After a good run, Dana reached the airlock where her counterpart’s ship waited for her. Now having her access codes, and the knowledge about every nook and cranny, she could control every aspect of it. Using the control console, she quickly opened the airlock. The round door rolled open to the right, and she quickly got inside. The Buzz hit her, and her eyes went wide. She quickly turned around, and a moment later MacLeod appeared at the door. His clothes were ruined, and there was dried blood in multiple places - but other than that, he was in perfect working order.
“MacLeod,” Dana said with an annoyed sigh, as she slowly started backing up.
“Hello, Dana, I’m going to take your head,” MacLeod said growlingly with a big grin, “I take it you took the head of my Dana.”
“And it was such a beautiful head too,” Dana said, shaking her head at the ‘loss’, as she steadily backed up, not drawing her sword.
MacLeod chuckled advancing on her, and said, “If you wish to postpone your death, draw your sword.”
“Nt,” Dana made the sound, while shaking her head with an exaggerated disappointed look, “Sorry, Mac, no can do, I have a date with a Klingon flagship, and I can’t be late.” MacLeod chuckled while growling and made a quick motion forward. Dana reached the second airlock door leading to the ship, grabbed its upper edge and pulled herself up and backward.
MacLeod made a few more steps and wondered, “What?”
Dana suddenly came swinging back and both her feet slammed into MacLeod’s face, making him fly back, and let go of his sword which flung up into the air. Dana snatched, the katana out of the air, and said as she backed up into ship, “See ya, MacLeod.” With a roar of anger and frustration MacLeod got back up and charged forward, just as Dana pushed a button inside the ship. The station’s and ship’s computers communicated in a split second and the airlock doors rolled closed. With a roar MacLeod slammed his hands against the glass, screaming profanities. Dana shrugged at him, and then turned around walking away, before her vision was taken from MacLeod by the ship’s airlock doors closing. “RAAAAHH!” MacLeod yelled one final time and stayed watching with rage in his eyes.
The ship detached from the station a few moments later, and then the ruined-looking ship slowly backed away and turned around. It quickly grew smaller, and then the Defiant and the giant Klingon ship came into view, turning behind Dana’s ship. The two ships cloaked, and then Dana’s went to warp. MacLeod gave one last growl of frustration, and then turned around, marching with purpose to the airlock door. He opened it, and then marched out.
*****
“-leod!?” was the first thing Kira Nerys heard apart from the door sliding open. She looked in fright as a very pissed of Duncan MacLeod marched into the room.
“I obeyed,” Kira said out loud from her position on her pillow, shocking herself with the terror raging through her body. By that time the Immortal had already reached her, and grabbed her by her hair, yanking her painfully along, making her stumble to try and catch up.
“This was a costly visit, bitch, and you’re going to be the compensation,” MacLeod hissed, walking back out into the bar, half-dragging the stumbling ex-intendant along, who grunted and squealed with the pain to her head and hair.
“MacLeod,” Murran spoke up with a little annoyance, “you can’t just take her; this is her punishment as decreed by the Baj- . . .”
MacLeod tossed Kira backward, making her slam into the wall. The Immortal took a step, and slammed a fist into Murran’s gut. The Bajoran coughed with the sudden removal of air from his lungs. Then he found himself slammed left-cheek-first into the bar. He grunted in pain, and had MacLeod’s angry expression, and a disruptor right in his face. “Murran, I like ya, I dare say you’re a friend, but I’m not in the mood.”
“You can have her,” he said with a small voice.
MacLeod turned his hand around and looked sharply at the other patrons of the bar who were looking at the exchange. “Anyone else got a problem with me turning this slut into a whore in my brothel?” MacLeod asked, and they all returned to their drinks and conversation.
MacLeod nodded sharply, and let Murran go. He turned around, grabbed Kira by the hair again, and dragged her along.
*****
The ramp of MacLeod’s small personal ship opened, to reveal a few of his men of different species, and some women in sexy outfits; also of different species. A Vulcan woman stepped forward, and bowed her head in respect. “My husband,” she greeted him.
“T’Lerra,” Duncan greeted, smiling, casually tossing Kira down the ramp who rolled down painfully, “here’s a new slut for my collection, have her trained. Obedience shouldn’t be a problem, but her performance is lacking.”
“Yes, my husband,” T’Lerra answered coolly.
“Make me a new sword,” he then ordered as he walked off the ramp and moved off toward the shuttle bay’s exit. “The kegs are in their usual place?”
“Yes, sir,” came a chorus of voices.
*****
The bridge of the brothel ship was a sight to behold. Scantily clad women, and scantily clad men at all the stations, with MacLeod proudly in the middle - the only one wearing something remotely ‘decent’. The place was hued in dark yellow, almost beige, while the consoles and screens offered contrasting colors. MacLeod’s seat was practically a throne, and he looked about his kingdom.
“Helm,” he said casually, but still pissed off, “I hear Andoria is nice this time of year.”
“Setting course for Andoria, sir,” the sexy Orion girl answered.
“Choose a nice pace, will you?” MacLeod said, and watched with a grin as his property proudly laid in a speed and warped the brothel ship off.
T’Lerra - in classical Vulcan white robes, apart from the high slit and other strategic places where skin could be seen - entered the bridge and smoothly walked to behind MacLeod. “Duncan, she is being trained. I thought she might appreciate Klingon female mistress and teacher,” she said a calm tone.
MacLeod nodded with a grin, and asked, “T’Lerra, I believe you have asked for a child, regularly, isn’t that right?”
“Of course, Duncan,” T’Lerra answered, while MacLeod could feel her annoyance and slight arousal at needing to ask. To the outside world, Vulcans seemed all but emotionless, but MacLeod knew better through the bond. With all their suppression, they never could truly get all of it gone.
“I think I’ll grant you one,” Duncan said with a smile. Outside there was no sign, inside Duncan could feel her bounce around with joy and happiness. “Andoria is quite famous for its geneticists, and their DNA fertilization techniques are second to none. We should time it around your next Pon Farr.”
“That would be a logical time, my husband, thank you,” T’Lerra answered calmly. MacLeod turned his head up at her and grinned widely at her.
*****
Dana eased the ship toward the Klingon flagship and its escorts in deep space. She opened a com channel, and spoke, “This is your friendly neighborhood assassin. Mission accomplished - Miles ‘Smiley’ O’Brien is very dead. I do believe the fee was the safe return of a certain Trill.”
A moment later the Klingon captain appeared on the screen. “You can enter our number three shuttle bay. Where’s the other one?”
“She couldn’t make it,” Dana answered pointedly, and the Klingon nodded.
The screen went dead and Dana steered her ship where they said they wanted her. “Klingons who don’t smile, that’s really wrong,” Dana told herself with a shiver.
A bit later she completed her landing maneuver and got out of the ship. She walked up to the nearest Klingon and asked him and his companion, “Where’s my Ezri?”
Slowly a smile of dirty knowledge spread on their faces, and the one Dana asked, answered, “In the Emperor’s quarters.”
Dana’s eyes narrowed with anger, and said, “And where’s that?”
The Klingon gave directions, and Dana was off. Once she was out of the shuttle bay, she muttered to herself, “Klingons who smile like that . . . even worse.”
*****
Getting past the guards into the Emperor’s room was no problem, apparently she was allowed. She entered the living area of the quarters, and so no one. She walked off to the left, to the far corner and the door there. She opened it up, saying, “Ezri- . . .”
Dana stayed frozen in the doorway. There in front of her, were Ezri and Kahless . . . naked . . . with Ezri on her hands and knees, and Kahless behind her pumping away. They two froze as they entered and looked back. Then Dana’s expression changed, her eyes grew cold and enraged, as she bared her teeth instinctively. “Oh, you son of a bitch,” she hissed, as the two quickly parted. “I’m going to kill you slowly for raping her.” She took a step forward, readying to inflict pain and suffering.
“I didn’t rape her!” Kahless exclaimed with great indignation. “She chose this freely.”
Dana took another step, only freezing when Ezri said, “I did, and he didn’t.” Ezri was busy covering herself up with some covers she had pulled from the floor.
“You . . . him . . . you chose to sleep . . .” Dana started in complete disbelief, then caught her self. Annoyed she spoke, “Never mind, just get dressed so we can get the hell out of this place. It gives me the creeps.”
“Creeps?” Kahless asked confused, as Ezri quickly got out of bed to gather her clothes.
Dana shook her head, feeling her nose in frustration, saying, “Ezri, just get the bare essentials . . . and I did not just say that.”
As Ezri put on a pair of panties, and went for shoes, pants and a top, Kahless conversationally started, “So I trust all went well, we picked up the news.”
“If you mean is he really dead, yes,” Dana answered him, having the urge to beat his face in right now.
“No, I mean, this universe’s you,” Kahless said, pointing.
Dana grinned an evil grin at him, and said, “I couldn’t stand her anymore, so I chopped off her head.”
Kahless laughed out loud, going down in to a chuckle as Ezri finished putting on tight leather-like pants, a top, and high heels. Dana said with a relieved sigh, “Now /that/ is how a Klingon is supposed to laugh.”
“Huh?” Kahless said, as he watched Ezri join Dana.
The Immortal just shook her head, and for the first time took in Ezri’s attire. She did a double take, and gave her a questioning glance. “Stripteases, it’s okay for travel, isn’t it? You wear almost the same thing. Can’t find the uniform, I think I left it in my dressing room,” Ezri answered innocently.
“WHAT!?” Dana exclaimed in shock. Ezri was about to explain further when Dana said, “Let’s just go already.”
“Goodbye, Ezri,” Kahless said with a smile.
“Goodbye,” Ezri returned the greeting.
Dana and Ezri turned around and went back to the living room. Half-way the exit, Dana suddenly stopped, and turned around. At the same time she pulled out a disruptor, and told Kahless coldly, “Nobody kidnaps one of my friends - and lives.” Just as Kahless gave a strangled cry for his guards Dana pulled the trigger. The green disruptor bolt sped across the distance in a tiny fraction of a second and struck the Klingon Emperor in the chest, which melted away. Kahless screamed in pain - which ended the moment his lungs were gone - as his chest was reduced to a few drops of molten sludge, leaving a large hole. Alarm klaxons started blaring all over the ship.
The doors to the apartment swished open, and two shots later there were two more dead Klingons. Ezri was already at the corpses and pulled a disruptor from one of the dead hands.
“Let’s move,” Dana told Ezri and the Trill did. The two of them turned right into the corridor and started walking at a fast pace.
“Did you really have to kill him?” Ezri asked her companion casually.
“What do you mean? He’s a killing, totalitarian megalomaniac! What did you expect me to do? Join you in a threesome!?” Dana asked Ezri incredulously as they rounded another corner. Two Klingons were there, and without missing a step Ezri and Dana killed them with one shot each.
“Hey! I had to prepare my escape, and keeping the emperor happy is a good first step,” Ezri told her with indignation.
Two more Klingons came around the next corner, and were gunned down as the two argued and walked onward. “So you sleep with him!?”
“Better than with some of these primitives,” Ezri commented angrily as they rounded a corner, and shot three of said primitives down as disruptor blasts smashed into the wall behind them, “I wouldn’t /get/ the choice to sleep with them. Besides, once you get past the whole he’s-an-evil-killing-bastard, he isn’t so bad in bed.”
A few Klingons arrived behind them, and a few more in front. The two stood still in the middle of the room while Dana lifted one hand pleadingly to heaven, and fired with the other behind her. Ezri shot the Klingons in front of them, as Dana spoke, “What happened to just wait till I get back!?”
They started walking again, and Ezri said angrily, “How in bikar am I supposed to know you’re even coming back!?”
Several more yelling Klingons were gunned down, and the two of them turned right at a crossroads, firing into the hallway to the left. “Do you think that little of me?”
“I know you, what!? Three days?” Ezri asked indignant as they walked onward. “Two four hundred years in the past, and one here which was mostly sex. I barely know anything about you, and four hundred years is a long time, people can change.” Dana reluctantly nodded in agreement, both women firing in front of them, killing a few more Klingons. “Besides, somebody could have decapitated you.”
“All right, fine, you’re right,” Dana agreed in annoyance.
Ezri nodded with satisfaction, frying a few more arriving Klingons. “Exactly, I’m over three hundred years old remember, I’m not a child, I’m only a century younger than you are.” Dana sighed overly theatrically. Ezri continued, “Which reminds me. There are a lot of gun placements, you’ve seen them? Especially after killing Kahless, they’ll be trying to kill us. You have something right?”
Dana grinned at Ezri, slowing down to a stop. Ezri followed suit, and Dana checked her watch, then slowly lifted her hand . . . A muffled explosion sounded and the whole ship rocked from the impact. Dana and Ezri had a moment difficulty staying standing, and then caught themselves. “I guess you do,” Ezri said with a grin and they started walking again.
*****
The two of them reached the shuttle bay, where Dana’s ship stood waiting. The ship rocked once more, and part of the shuttle bay wall was torn apart. “Hey, they do know we’re still in here, right?” Ezri asked as she peered into the bay along with Dana to spot the positions of any Klingons.
There were some 30 of them; some of them running to take care of the damage. “They should. Ready?” Dana asked, her friend.
Ezri nodded, and they burst into the shuttle bay firing. Klingons went down, the rest turning around to face them. They ducked behind a support pillar, and fired along it, killing a few more. They quickly split apart as the Klingons started spreading out and would soon have an angle where they weren’t protected by the pillar. Ducking to stay low, Ezri ran to the left, firing at the same time. Dana took a step to the right, and jumped over the console, killing more Klingons. Screams sounded as Klingons died. Rips and crashes did the same as the Klingons’ disruptor tore into the consoles that Ezri was hiding behind while shooting over them. Dana once from underneath the second level turned around and aimed up. She jerked as multiple disruptor bolts kept hitting her, and being absorbed by her Quickening. At control panels on the second level, which reached some ten meters into the bay, were several more Klingons, firing down. She shot them all first, so Ezri didn’t have to worry about them, allowing her to come out from underneath the second level and take cover behind shuttles, consoles, and cargo containers of different sizes.
Ezri did exactly that when Dana gave the clear sign, because her cover would soon be completely gone - destroyed by the disruptor fire. She jumped over the console and ducking low ran behind several containers. She fired at the same time, then quickly continued her running until she was behind a small shuttle craft, the hull of which should be able to withstand hand disruptor fire.
Between Dana and Ezri’s fire, the Klingons didn’t last long, and so the two of them quickly entered the ship. “What a dump,” Ezri commented as they walked along to the cockpit of the ship.
Dana grinned, and told her, “You should see the toilets, bedrooms and the showers.”
Ezri looked distastefully at Dana, asking, “That bad?”
Dana chuckled and told her, “Oh, no, fit for queens.” Ezri looked both skeptical and surprised. Dana added thoughtfully, “Actually, I think a queen would consider it above her status and wet herself with excitement.”
Ezri laughed softly at her friend’s joke, as they entered the cockpit. Once again it looked like a dump, but with a closer look, Ezri realized it was anything but. Dana sat down, and rapidly turned on the ship, as ship it was in rocked violently again. A few short seconds later, the ship lifted off the shuttle bay, pulled in its stands and left. Ezri looked around the blackness of space, broken only by light of stars - the fiery remains of damaged ships, the deadly light of weapons’ fire. Disruptors and phaser beams flashed everywhere, as the battle between the rebels and the Klingons raged on, but not for long. Having destroyed or neutralized most of the ships a broadband hail came from the Defiant, which had some damage as well, but not enough. Dana and Ezri listened in, #This is O’Brien, leader of the rebellion. Your ships have been crippled or destroyed, your emperor is dead; surrender or die. If you surrender, we’ll let you take some shuttles back to Klingon territory - seeing as our prisons are already full.#
Dana and Ezri waited and listened as the remaining Klingons surrendered. “Nice,” Dana said with a smile. “Time to get back to our own universe, and give these nice rebels a lovely state of the art camouflaged ship. What do you think?”
“I think Kahless didn’t get me off because you interrupted, and when we get back you’re going finish it,” Ezri said with a grin, wiggling a little uncomfortable in the chair, indicated she was still heated down there.
Dana chuckled, and said, “My pleasure.” She then activated the communications array, and called in, “Smiley. Everything went according to plan, I see. About that dimensional transporter, I’d like to get home quickly, any chance you brought one with you?”
Smiley’s face appeared on the big screen in front Dana and Ezri, and he said, “Yes. I believe you said you’d be very grateful for using it. I think you’re grateful enough to give us the armor you took off your counterpart after you killed her.”
Ezri looked confused, as tactical showed the rebel ships closing in on them. “How about a state-for-the-art ship looking old and decrepit with a Romulan cloaking device instead?” Dana asked dreading the answer.
“The armor, or I’ll destroy the ship,” Smiley said with a smug grin. “Somehow I doubt it’ll keep you from suffocating in vacuum.”
“Armor!?” Ezri asked in complete confusion, as Dana terminated the communications link. Grimacing Dana activated the cloaking device while rolling the ship down, and then engaged the warp drive in a random direction. Behind them, several weapons flung through empty space - they had obviously underestimated the speed and maneuverability of this ugly monster, even after Dana had told them it was just a disguise.
As they were off at warp speed to who knew where, Dana said, “I said I and my other self found a highly advanced armor in some ruins, as explanation for my Quickening absorbing a disruptor bolt. Make them understand they couldn’t face my counterpart.”
“And you told them armor? A nice piece of technology you can just take off and hand over?” Ezri asked her incredulously.
Dana turned to look at her, and answered, “I suppose telling them I’m Immortal, so is she, and that what makes us Immortal absorbs energy was the way to go? They’d have me strapped to a table first chance they got.”
“Because they’re not a tiny rebellion taking on two allied empires,” Ezri countered with large eyes.
“Even if not me, they’d get the others like me later,” Dana replied in defense.
“If they won the rebellion, survived the rebellion, and people believed them afterwards,” Ezri countered again.
Dana sighed in defeat, and said, “If you want, sue me when we get back. Let’s focus on finding a way to get home. How easy do you think it would be to get our hands on a dimensional transporter?” Ezri furrowed her brow. Dana added, “Shouldn’t be hard, right, if some two bit kidnappers can get their hands on it?”
“Unless they got lucky,” Ezri supplied, and suddenly her eyes lit up. “Kira, and Julian. They came here first; through the wormhole, not a transporter and came back the same way. They had some kind of plasma leak, I think.” Dana looked at her with triumphant eyes, but then Ezri deflated. “Oh, but they saw them enter the wormhole, and haven’t found it since. It must have gotten here with their alignment problem, and closed off completely on their way back.”
“Not a problem; I know wormholes,” Dana said with a grin, tapping keys on the console. “To the Bajoran system it is.” Then the ship changed course and sped up.
Dana got up, and turned to leave the cockpit. She halted and told Ezri, “Providing this bucket of bolts has what I need to pull it off.”
*****
Several hours later they arrived in the Bajoran system, cloaked and well. “It seems they’re already back,” Dana said, taking in the sensor readout. “Having several new Klingon ships for their arsenal.”
“Yeah, and still not grateful,” Ezri said sourly, as they eased toward where the wormhole was in their universe.
“Ready?” Dana asked Ezri who moved her hands toward the buttons controlling plasma vents.
“Ready,” Ezri confirmed as Dana’s hands flashed across the board.
“All right,” Dana said, and then started explaining the whole thing again, both for Ezri’s as well as her own benefit, like a meditation on what to do, “We decloak, the whole rebel armada will come for us to try and catch us. I’ll fire the subspace-hyperspace beams, which should, if there’s anything of a wormhole here, open the thing up. We go in, at which point you vent the right amount of plasma we calculated. I close the wormhole behind us once we’re through, so they can’t follow us, and then we’re back home . . . should be a piece of cake.”
“Says the Immortal who almost got us vaporized before we even got here,” Ezri said with a grin.
Dana smiled back, gave Ezri a nod to her task, and said, “Starting in 5, 4, 3 . . . decloaking.”
The ship decloaked as planned, and Ezri said, “Rebels coming at us.”
“Activating beams now,” Dana said, completely focused on her task. Two of the ship’s phaser cannons fired mostly harmless beams out, the visual aspects in normal space of them being yellowish and white, one yellowish, the other white. The two beams crossed the space where the wormhole should be, and they flickered away, turning in a diffuse mist for a moment, before with an amazing sight the blue wormhole opened.
“I never get enough of seeing that. Rebels closing,” Ezri spoke, as the ship moved forward to the event horizon. Dana looked at Ezri, and the Trill spoke, “Venting plasma.” She pushed the appropriate buttons, and the ship started trailing plasma.
They entered the plasma, and as Dana pushed some more buttons, she spoke, “Closing wormhole.” A single beam fired from an aft emitter and the wormhole closed behind them. Then there was a flash of light, and both women swooned for a moment, then sat dizzy. “I think that was it, close the plasma vents, whoa- . . .”
“What!?” Ezri asked as she closed the vents.
“The wormhole aliens,” Dana said and then turned to look at Ezri. “Felt nothing before the flash, but they’re here now.”
“So we’re home?” Ezri asked, as she turned the ship around.
Dana shrugged, and said, “Let’s hope so, any number of universes and realities out there where the aliens can be alive.”
Ezri nodded, and then the wormhole opened automatically in front of them. “Well, the door’s open, that’s a good sign.” They flew out, and noticed the station close to the wormhole, where it belonged. “That’s a good sign too, let’s hail them.” Dana nodded and did exactly that.
*****
“Captain,” Miles O’Brien called from his position in ops. Sisko, who was standing in the middle, looked up. “The wormhole is opening.”
“Go to alert status, just in case,” Sisko ordered immediately.
“One ship’s coming out, configuration unknown, they’re hailing us,” O’Brien offered up his readings.
“On screen,” Sisko said immediately and the oval screen came to life, revealing Ezri and Dana. “Ezri!” Sisko exclaimed with surprise and relief. “We’ve been looking all over, where have you two been?”
Dana and Ezri sagged with relief, and then Ezri told him, #It’s a long story, Benjamin. One I’d prefer to tell later. Right now I just want to get to my quarters and relax a little.# Ezri gave a quick look at Dana, who grinned.
Epilogue 1: Mirror Unfolding
Kahless eyes opened suddenly, taking in the brown casket and sludge he was lying in. “What!?” he asked and sat up.
D’Luk’rass’o in his ever present robe stepped into view, and said, “My lord.”
“What happened? I remember having the most amazing sex with that Trill from the other universe, and now I’m here. . . .” Kahless said, looking around the lab in confusion, “wherever ‘here’ is.”
“The mirror Phoenix arrived, my lord, interrupting you two, she shot you with a disruptor. She also brought the rebels, who were cloaked. O’Brien is not dead,” D’Luk’rass’o explained calmly. “As you know, the last moments in short term memory cannot be properly captured by the device. I escaped with you, had a new body cloned and put you in. It’s been two days.”
Kahless roared in anger and got up and out of the nutrient bath. He stepped out, and then calmed himself down. “No matter, she was a worthy adversary, and a sexy one too, both of them,” he said with a smirk, and went about cleaning up and putting on clothes.
*****
A little while later they left the lab. The door to it was guarded by two Klingons, and a Cardassian aid had been waiting. The three of them followed Kahless and his follower who were up front. Kahless was still pissed in his royal armor, and said, “You know, this is all the Cardassians’ fault. I should never have bothered with keeping old alliances, and going after old traitors. Ezri Tigan.” Kahless shook his head and grumbled, then continued, “Cardassians are nothing but a bunch of slithering, slimy fools. No smarts, no strength, always scared we get a bit more, so instead of going boldly forward and make sure both of us get the benefit, they attempt to keep everything as it as. It’s why we’re still stuck with an invisibility screen and not a cloaking device. The Terrans on the other hand, brutal, know how to build an empire, smart as hell, sneaky, and no problem killing everyone in between them and their goals. They have been defeated, enslaved, and who’s the overseer? A Terran, and they’re rebuilding their empire right underneath the Cardassians’ noses and they don’t realize it.”
Kahless stopped, turned fully to his follower and said, “Terrans are warriors, like us, not the sniveling weasels the Cardassians are. We’ll forge ourselves an alliance with them, allow them to regain their empire, and then first thing we do . . . kill all the Cardassians. That should make this universe better right away.”
“Of course, my lord,” D’Luk’rass’o spoke, an approving smile of anticipation underneath his hood.
“But, you can’t do that!” the Cardassian spoke up from his mounting shock. “The Central Command will not stand for it!”
The Klingons turned to look at the Cardassian who closed off their little parade. Kahless sighed, looked back at D’Luk’rass’o, and said, “See, this is what I’m talking about.” He pulled his disruptor and without looking shot the Cardassian, who went down screaming before he died with a hole in his chest. “A Terran who realized I didn’t know he was there, would have slunk off, get access to communications, and warn his people.” The two Klingon guards looked a little surprised at the dead Cardassian, but quickly followed their leader as he and his follower started walking again. “I like to have a little talk with the Overseer.”
*****
Overseer Annika Hansen was decently dressed - that is, depending on who you asked. She was standing in the Tellarite Intendant’s office, right behind the chair on which the Tellarite Intendant sat.
The room was triangular, and the two outsides were almost exclusively a large window. Outside was the cool air of the Tellarite capital, over which one could look, and feel powerfully in control of it - or if one wished, just enjoyed the view of the amazing city. The office of the Tellarite leader was lavish; fantastic carpets, ancient and expensive paintings, and jewel-encrusted, crystal glasses - dilithium crystal glasses, which with its warp-core regulating abilities amounted to making a industrial, laser-grade, diamond glasses to a twenty-first century Terran. Several of the paintings were portraits of great former Tellarite leaders. Oddly enough, the room was also simple, if not downright poor. Simple cups, simple desk, simple chairs. The Tellarite Intendant was an upstanding, honorable man and quite frankly hated flashing power and wealth - it seemed tacky to him. Thus, wherever he was allowed, he had made changes - he wished that some of the things inside didn’t have such a symbolic and historic value so he could toss them out as well.
Annika was in high heels, a short, royal-blue skirt, and lovely, tight, low-cut top. The top had long sleeves, and was ornamented with several symbols, mostly gold and red that proclaimed her the overseer of the entire former Terran Empire. Except now, she had removed them, revealing the symbols hidden below that proclaimed her the Empress of the soon to be resurrected Terran Empire; most notably a schematic of earth with a sword through it, and several royal symbols. The cleavage was gained by flowing round cut, that gave the skimpy top a high-class and even royal feel. The skirt was short, so short that in her present bent over position, it couldn’t cover all of her ass cheeks, and showed off the red thong shining between them. She had her breasts gently pressed against the Tellarite’s neck, and her mouth at his left ear, as she sensually massages his shoulders.
“You are the last, Dinaron,” she whispered as the Tellarite moaned pleasurably. “You have an amazing integrity, you are not corruptible. But you shouldn’t see this as corruption, but as realizing the true potential for your species. This is what you were meant to be doing; propelling them forward to a glorious new future, where your fellow Tellarites will be respected, and have the chance to rise to any height, unlike now, where they are only better off than under the old Terran Empire in writing only.”
He shivered, and grunted, and Annika looked past him, and continued whispering, “I know how dissatisfied the Tellarites are with things. You know it too, that’s why you have attempted to address the state of the average man in the street in the former Imperial territories in the conferences, but they barely listened, didn’t they? I will change things; people of all the species will once again be able to populate starships, and not be stuck on their planets. And there will be other rights; of course the Terran species will be a little privileged above the rest, but there’s no way to avoid that, now is there?”
He nodded as he groaned, and Annika continued with a smile. “Money, power, the average sex, none of it would make you sway. What swayed you was the fate of your people. You are a great leader, Dinaron, the only thing remaining were your worries, the fear that I couldn’t pull it off, but I think this proves it quite nicely, doesn’t it? Not to mention it’s quite an incentive too. The strife between the Tellarites and the Andorians - such petty rivalry. We put a stop to that, and you’ve learned to tolerate each other, to like each other even, but there always remains that rivalry, doesn’t it?” Annika whispered, almost moaning, which made Dinaron groan and moan himself. Annika nodded, and continued, “Yes, so I came up, with the very unusual sex . . . slave. To have you’re own Andorian sex slave, the ultimate Tellarite fantasy fulfilled, isn’t it, Dinaron?”
“Oh, god yes,” he breathed out, looking even now still with disbelieving eyes. He held a chain, which lead up to a collar, fastened around a blue neck. It was the only thing the Andorian female in his lap was wearing, besides her amazing beauty. Full breasts, muscles, amazing curves, fantastic, long, white, flowing hair made her that and more. Dinaron usually didn’t really care for the antennae, but there was something incredibly exciting to see them quiver with ecstasy - and he was the one giving her that. The woman, barely more than a girl, was moving up and down, gasping and moaning her own pleasure, as she rode his cock deep inside her vagina. He couldn’t resist, and pulled on the chain. She gave no resistance as he pulled her forward. He hungrily kissed her left breast, and sucked on the nipple. In fact, she seemed to enjoy him finally taking charge, and moaned even more at his ministrations. His right, free hand grabbed her right breast and gently massages it, enjoying the feel.
“Has there ever been one? An Andorian sex slave? Not from what I can remember, certainly not to a Tellarite,” Annika continued, making Dinaron moan again, as he felt himself go headlong toward his orgasm. “There are more where she came from, you know, should the Terran Empire be reinstated of course.”
Dinaron managed to get some his wits and morals back, and managed to gasp out, “Slavery . . . should be . . . abolished.”
“/Involuntary/ slavery should be abolished,” Annika corrected him sweetly, letting the tips of her fingers move along his cheek into his fur. “It isn’t true slavery anyway. You can break a person’s back with violence and whips, but there will always be that simmering in their eyes; the predator waiting for you to make a mistake so he or she can tear out your throat and be free once more. Look at us, the Terran slaves who stood up to reclaim it all, intend on killing all who did us this injustice. We were bad, we deserved to be defeated, but not enslaved.” Dinaron nodded in agreement. Annika finished, “No . . . true enslavement comes from those who choose to be slaves out of their own free will. There are quite a few who want that, enjoy it, or wouldn’t really mind, providing they may not be truly hurt, despite well-deserved punishments an owner may give them. If they know an owner needs to guard and protect them, to keep them safe, an accusation that that is not the case is aggressively investigated, and the contracts they sign are never for life, that they can always withdraw from their position as a slave after certain obligations are met, you’ll be surprised how many might choose slavery for certain compensations agreed upon with the contract. You just need to find the right incentive, isn’t that right, Silana?”
The Andorian slave shuddered with pleasure, and then answered breathlessly, “Yes, Empress, everything for the Empire.”
“Oh, my god,” Dinaron hissed, put his right hand behind the Andorian and pulled her to him. He kissed her hungry, tongue to tongue, and shuddered as he orgasmed with everything he had. The moment his seed burst into Silana’s vagina, she too came, the muscles throughout her body contracting.
When they were finished, Silana collapsed forward against Dinaron and breathed heavily. “I can keep her?” Dinaron whispered, attempting to catch her breath.
Annika took a PADD that hung from a pouch on her belt, and pushed a button. “That’s the contract, I uploaded it to your computer,” Annika said with a sly smile. “Keep yourself to that, and she’s all yours.”
“Yes,” Silana whispered.
Dinaron nodded, stroking the white hair, and marveling at his new sex slave. Then he looked back up at Annika, and told her, “When the time comes, the Tellarites will stand by you and the new empire, my Empress.”
“Thank you,” Annika told him gently, and then planted a loving kiss on his forehead.
The door of the office opened, and Janeway entered, calling out, “Annika.”
Annika looked up sharply, a little angry, and said, “What did I tell you about interrupting this?”
“Forgive me, Empress, but I think you want to take this. The Klingon Emperor wishes to speak with you, on a heavily encrypted channel,” Kathryn spoke quickly and with urgency.
Annika’s eyebrows raised, and strode out with purpose, giving her new Tellarite ally a warm smile. She turned her head back to Janeway, and said, “I thought he was dead, or is it a new one?”
“It seems to be the old one, Annika,” Kathryn answered apprehensively. Annika nodded, as she left the office.
*****
Annika turned on the screen, and looked indeed into the face of the supposedly dead Klingon emperor. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Emperor. I was busy, I think you know how that is,” Annika said friendly, smiling. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
The Klingon grinned back, and just as friendly said, #You are busy rebuilding the Terran Empire.#
Annika laughed, and said, “You must be joking.”
#Indeed I am,# Kahless answered with a huge grin. #Those cloaked warships stationed at strategic places across the former Empire make me laugh every time. And the warships disguised as pleasure yachts and cruise ships, from before you had a cloaking device, absolutely hilarious how nobody noticed them before I came back from the dead the first time. So I decided play a little prank on you as a thank you for making me laugh.#
Annika snickered, while in the back of her head she was cursing, and said, “You indeed are funny, Emperor Kahless. Did you just want to make me laugh?”
#No, I want to make you smile,# Kahless answered with a grin. #The Terrans and the Klingons are very much alike, Overseer Hansen. In fact, I’d say we’re kindred spirits, although I have to whip the Klingons of this era in shape a bit. The Cardassians, however . . . I consider them sniveling P’Taqs.#
“I’m afraid I do not understand,” Annika replied keeping a smile on her face.
#Let me clarify then,# Kahless told her grinning in anticipation. #You do not have the numbers and the power yet to defeat the full Klingon / Cardassian alliance, if you had you would have attacked already. Now, I can’t let this infraction pass by, and must dutifully inform my Cardassian allies, which would mean we prepare a fleet to crush your rebellion.#
Annika smirked, at him, keeping her eyes shiny, and said, “Let’s say for a moment, Emperor, that that is all true. You should know, that not having the power to effectively attack the Cardassians and Klingons, does not have to mean I wouldn’t have the power to effectively defend our territories from you.”
#I know,# Kahless said with an even bigger grin, #That’s where I come in. The fleet we would assemble, would be big enough to crush the numbers the Cardassians will /think/ you have. That fleet will attack your territories a week from now, at two o’clock Terran Mean Time. At the same time I will have another fleet of Klingon ships only stand by. Now you can send you’re entire fleet, and destroy the Cardassian / Klingon fleet, but that will leave Earth to be leveled by my second one. You can also keep a defensive fleet ready, but not have enough to destroy the full attack fleet, unless you only shoot at the sniveling P’Taqs, at which point, I feel obliged, to help out my kindred spirits.#
Kahless grinned an even wider smile as he saw no matter how hard Annika tried, she couldn’t quite keep the amazement off her face. Annika finally managed to control herself, and asked, “And then what, Emperor? Should this all be true of course.”
#Well, then, we proceed with destroying the Cardassians of course,# Kahless said with a smile. #I’m thinking we divide it between us seventy-thirty. Seventy for us, thirty for you. That makes our respective empires about equal in size and resources; to keep either of us from getting tempted to attack the other. I’ll acknowledge the Terran Empire and you as its legitimate Empress, and then after building up our forces, I was thinking the Romulans would be next.” Kahless smiled evilly at Annika who kept her face schooled. #Depending on your decision, I think I’ll be seeing the smile I was going for, a week from now. Goodbye, Overseer Hansen.#
“Goodbye, Emperor,” Annika greeted and the screen went black. She looked up, and took in Kathryn who was standing there. Then Annika’s face broke into the broad smile Kahless had been going for, and said, “Kathryn, it’ll happen faster than expected. One week from now, the Terran Empire will rise from its ashes.” Janeway broke into a broad smile.
*****
The joint Klingon and Cardassian fleets cruised smoothly forward at warp speeds. Kahless was sitting in his captain’s chair, waiting calmly with a slight smile. His arms were resting on the arm rests, his fingertips together and gently tapping each other. This time he decided he would personally command the ship and the fleet. “Raise all the shields of the Klingons,” Kahless ordered with anticipation, “gently, let the Cardassians make their own decisions.”
“Yes, sir,” tactical responded a little confused.
“Send to our ships, nobody fires until I say so - /no/ /matter/ /what/,” Kahless ordered grinning. “Make that very clear - no matter what - not even if the Terran Hell itself would open up and swallow us whole. /Only/ when I say so.”
“Yes, sir,” communications responded, frowning. “Orders acknowledged, Emperor.”
Kahless nodded. Suddenly tactical yelled out in shock and surprise, “Ships decloaking dead ahead, they’re firing, sir!”
Kahless grinned as he saw exactly that on the screen. Space seemed to ripple, and then a large number of Defiant-class ships appeared in space. Pulse phasers and photon torpedoes firing right away. “*Do nothing!*” Kahless ordered sharply, as Cardassian weapon fired zipped forward to the Defiants.
Everyone turned and looked in shock at him; a few Klingon disruptor bolts zipped across the distance to the Defiants. If they’d survive the battle, Kahless vowed, he’d kill them. “Direct hits from enemy fire . . .” tactical called out, and then faltered. With a dumbfounded tone he added, “. . . but only on Cardassians.”
Kahless broke in a wide grin, his teeth clench as he jumped up. Then he ordered, “*That’s it, target the nearest intact Cardassian ship, and blow it away! That goes for the whole fleet!*”
“What!?” came from several Klingons.
“*DO IT!!*” Kahless screamed, and then everyone obeyed. His ship turned at warp, came across a Cardassian vessel, and opened fire on it with everything it had. A moment later the whole ship exploded. “Next!” Kahless hissed, then turned to tactical. “Oh, any Cardassians on this ship, or our other ships, kill them.”
That day, was a massacre. A fitting, fireworks display for the resurrection of the Terran Empire.
Epilogue 2: Rising Goddess
Tyree
The planet was desert. Hot, dry, sand as far as the eye could see, and beyond. Barely any water on the surface. But life still thrived here. Like the lizard-like creature that made his home underneath a piece of cloth, next to a big boulder, which in turn was part of a larger pile of rocks in all shapes and sizes. It scampered about, looking for food. A bit off to its side, lay a metal shovel, fiery hot in the sun, and so nothing had any interest in it, apart from the suicidal ones. A light breeze flowed along the pile of rocks behind the lizard’s house, and around a black backpack, half covered in sand. The breeze did not bring any coolness however, just more hot air.
Then the sand just right of the lizard’s house started to move. First up a bit, and then quickly collapsing, sliding down, while the middle continued to go up. The lizard noticed, and looked with weary eyes at the event, not understanding. A few moments later skin broke the sand and into the sun. The creature ran off quickly, not wanting to be anywhere near whatever monster just came from the sand. The more skin kept coming, soon to be revealed a hand. The hand with some effort managed to push down, and grab ahold of the loose hot sand. More and more sand started to move, up and sliding down. A piece of metal next came out, and out and out. The blade quickly rising to the sun, until the hand that was holding it broke through. The sword was dropped and the second hand also grasped the ground and together the hands started pulling, and shoving. There was something black filtering out of the sand now. Sand soon started running down it as it forced it way up with effort. Not long later, it became apparent it was hair, and what coming was a head. Finally with a final surge of effort, the head and an upper body of somebody humanoid burst out of the sand.
“AAAAH!!” the now obviously female person screamed out. With another roar, she forced her legs out of the sand as well, and she got up, sand falling from her body, revealing a mostly nude woman. Her skin was dark, but not fully black, having a North African complexion. Once enough sand had cleared her body, she was revealed to be human to the naked eye. She roared to the skies again, and looked around. “She’s gone!” she hissed out, “and so’s my orb! RAAAH!!!” She picked her sword back up and raised it to the sky, roaring, “SHE’S GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!!”
Then she noticed her state of dress, or lack their off. Only a few half-decomposed remains remaining. “How long have I been down there?” she muttered to herself, looking down. Her eyes widened when she noticed the shovel, and the lizard’s home. She reached down and grasped the whitish piece of cloth, and pulled it up, destroying the home. She noticed a red stripe on it. She grabbed the shovel with her other hand, and pulled it up, her hand hissing as the heat burned it. “Starfleet Standard Issue,” she whispered, and stuck the shovel with disgust into the sand. Letting the robe fall, she looked around, and noticed the half-covered backpack as well. Her hand already healed, she grimaced, and told herself, “Perhaps it wasn’t the bitch after all who took my orb. I’m going to have to find who did, get my orb back, and kill them.”
She looked at herself again, and then looked around carefully. She sighed in annoyance. She grabbed the shovel, ignoring the pain once more, and started digging with great speed. It didn’t take her long before a small piece of technology landed on the pile of sand she had dug for herself. She tossed the shovel aside, and picked it up. “You better still work,” she told it, and started walking off in a seeming random direction. After having walked some ten meters, she looked around and then pressed the piece of technology which on closer examination turned out to be a communicator. “Computer, get up here,” she ordered into it, then waited. Nothing seemed to happen. “You better still work,” she grumbled again, and repeated the order.
She felt herself rise and looked down, seeing sand slide down rising ground. Quickly she backed up, and looked with satisfied eyes, as slowly but steadily, a sand hill rose from the ground. The sand streamed down with ever growing speed, making her have to back up further. After another few minutes, the sand burst, sliding even faster, and revealed a black ship, about the size of a runabout. The ship was streamlined, came to a point, and widened to the back. A door opened automatically, and with a grin the beautiful African woman with long wavy black hair jumped into the ship. She closed the door behind her. A few seconds later the ship turned sped up into the sky, and zipped to warp before long.
To Be Continued . . .
In the Ezri Quadrilogy part 4: Of Gods and Mortals.
Author’s notes: |
Ah, finally finished. What did you guys think? Dana in the mirror universe was a concept I had from very early on when I started writing the Dana Legacy. It was just too cool not to go there, and delve into where the Earth’s history split up in that universe from the Earth in Star Trek’s universe - and it just had to be something to do with the Immortals. In the very beginning, Dana was actually going to kill Evil MacLeod as well, but when I found out so many people actually liked Dark MacLeod from the Dark Quickening episodes I decided to let him live in this one. The Dark Passions books were good, and somewhat impacted the story, filtering in Overseer Annika Hansen, and as I figured her quest to resurrect the Terran Empire. Simply being Overseer for someone who came to love her species again, and abhor the way they, and the former Terran Empire’s subjugates were treated, couldn’t be enough, because she’d never really change anything from that position. No, only rebuilding the Terran Empire could be her ultimate goal, and so she got to do it. As for Evil Kahless; they cloned the one in Star Trek’s main universe, so it was only fair he got cloned as well, only a bit more. Of course, an Evil Kahless would be the right Klingon to actually like the Terrans and ultimately join forces with them. As always, send me feedback: 3dmaster@telfort.nl |