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Birth Of A
Notion
by Rocky
2370
Lieutenant Michael Eddington doggedly made his way through the
recently-plowed field. It had rained the night before, and his once
pristine Starfleet boots sank ankle-deep in mud with every step. A cold
headwind further impeded his progress.
Panora was one of the more sparsely settled worlds of the
newly-christened Demilitarized Zone, the region of space between the
redrawn Cardassian-Federation borders in the wake of the recent treaty.
The Lexington had been in
orbit for the past week; as Chief of Security, Eddington had spent
several hours planet-side each day helping his captain conduct
fruitless negotiations with the inhabitants regarding their evacuation.
Now, slogging through the mire, his impatience increasing with each
minute, Eddington was sure he wouldn't be sorry to see the last of this
place--regardless of the outcome of their mission.
He paused to catch his breath as well as gain his bearings. The sky was
overcast, and not another living soul was in sight, except for the
flock of small black birds which always seemed to be circling overhead.
He could just make out their faint cries. The gray and brown land was
empty--just flat bare fields stretching for kilometers, the starkness
only occasionally relieved by a small cluster of storage sheds. But
he'd been told Rebecca Sullivan was working somewhere in the vicinity
and he was determined to find her. Finally, after another quarter hour,
he spotted his quarry.
"You're a persistent one, aren't you?" she said as he approached, her
attention firmly fixed on the mechanism of the harvester-combine she
was repairing. "Hand me that hypospanner, will you?"
"I could say the same about you, Miss Sullivan," Eddington said, making
no move to help her.
"I'm not the one who's sticking around where I'm not wanted." Sullivan
heaved herself to her feet and retrieved her tool. "Don't get me
wrong--we enjoy visitors, but I'd say you Starfleet folks have
overstayed your welcome." She gestured at his feet. "By the way, you
might want to be careful where you step."
Eddington glanced down and hastily moved half a meter to his right,
flushing at her chuckle of amusement. "Interesting how you can talk
about the customs of the world, as you're not a native Panoran at all.
Rebecca Sullivan, age 28, born to Arik and Liana Sullivan in the Modean
System, attended the University of Pacifica but left in 2359 without
finishing your degree and spent four years on Beilus Prime, then
another three on Correll--"
"I'm flattered you went to the trouble of looking me up."
He pushed down the rising wave of irritation she always seemed to
provoke in him. "My point is that you only arrived on Panora a few
months ago."
"Is there a law that Federation citizens must stay put, not move around
at any point in their lives?" Sullivan replaced the cover panel and
wiped her hands on a greasy rag. "You yourself were born on Alphacent
and moved to Rigel as a child with your parents, before heading to
Terra to attend Starfleet Academy."
"Now who's been looking up whom?"
Sullivan shrugged and picked up her toolbox. The wind blew her long
black hair into her eyes; she brushed it away impatiently. "It's
always a good idea to know as much as possible about the enemy."
"I'm not the enemy," Eddington said, catching her arm. "Neither is
Starfleet. On the contrary, we're only trying to help."
"So you've said--repeatedly--since you arrived on Panora a week ago.
But what you don't seem to have grasped, regardless of how many times
we've told you, is that we don't want or need the kind of help you're
offering." For the first time her voice carried a trace of anger. She
gazed pointedly at his hand until he released her. "My idea of help is
not trying to remove people from their homes."
Sullivan swung into the seat of an old truck parked nearby. "I'm
heading back to town. Want a ride?" Sensing Eddington's hesitation, she
added, "Unless you'd prefer to walk?"
Not inclined for another trek across the muddy fields, Eddington
readily acquiesced and got in beside her. Sullivan started up the
engine, which spluttered a bit before settling into a steady roar as
they lurched forward. No antigrav clamps, Eddington surmised, or else
they were offline. No inertial dampeners either. Like so much of the
Panoran colony, the truck had clearly seen better days.
To his surprise, instead of backing up and turning around, Sullivan
continued straight ahead, striking a small paved road a few hundred
meters on.
"This isn't the way I came," he said, raising his voice to be heard
above the noise of the motor. "This road goes back to the settlement?"
"Sure does--and it's a lot shorter, to boot. I was wondering why you
chose the 'scenic route' through the fields." Sullivan glanced at his
splattered uniform, and then her grin faded. "I guess you don't know
everything there is to know about Panora, after all."
An even more decrepit ground vehicle approached from the other
direction. Sullivan waved and pulled over to the side of the road to
allow the other driver to pass. Not surprisingly, the truck engine
stalled once they were no longer moving.
Taking advantage of the sudden quiet, Eddington said, "I never claimed
to be an expert on Panora, but you're the one who doesn't seem to grasp
the situation here. The border planets in the DMZ have been ceded to
Cardassia as part of the treaty. This planet, along with the others in
the region, is no longer part of the Federation. You don't want to stay
here under those conditions--you can't
stay under those conditions."
"The Federation must really trust their new allies," she observed
mildly and made to start up the engine once more.
Eddington put his hand over hers, stopping her motion. "You're twisting
my words."
"What's twisted is your perspective," Sullivan said, her eyes flashing
her resentment at his interference. "Don't you understand that to the
Federation, Panora and Dorvan and all the others are just lines on a
starmap, but to the people who live here it's home. The older planets, like
Dorvan, were settled over 200 years ago. Even Panora, the last
colony to be started, is in its sixth decade. Contrary to your belief,
I'm not some outside agitator, come to stir up trouble. Which is more
than I can say for you--or your fellow officers." She raised her voice
over his objections. "As a member of the Colonial Council, I've sat and
listened to the proposals of what Starfleet has in mind for us.
'Resettlement.'" She grimaced as if the word itself tasted bad.
"As if you can just exchange one planet for another. We've put down
roots here--this is where we belong. We don't want to leave."
"Even for a better life elsewhere?" Eddington swept his hand around
him. "Look at this place--the vast majority of your citizens live at a
level well below what's standard in the rest of the Federation, slaving
away at back-breaking labor trying to make this colony produce. The
climate's inhospitable, the topsoil's poor in nutrients, the only crops
that manage to grow here aren't of any value for export, there's not
much in the way of natural resources--why not give this all up? Why are
you so hell-bent on staying?"
"Who are you to judge the quality of our lives?" Sullivan said angrily.
"At the moment, I'm more concerned about your lives, period," Eddington
said in the most reasonable tone he could manage. "I've heard your
arguments at the Council meetings, but can you honestly tell me
everyone agrees with you? That every single citizen of Panora wants to
stay?"
"Is that so hard for you to imagine?"
"Frankly, yes, it is," Eddington said, giving a hard stare to the woman
Starfleet considered to be the fountainhead of the resistance.
Sullivan didn't flinch. "No one, from the oldest settler down to the
youngest child, is willing to voluntarily give up their homes.
Definitely something the Federation should have considered before
blithely signing away the lives of the people who live here!"
"The treaty's been three years in the making," Eddington said, trying
to keep his own temper in check. "Surely this hasn't come as a
surprise. In order to effect a lasting peace with the Cardassians,
certain compromises--"
"--territorial concessions, you mean--"
"--certain compromises had to be made."
"Without consulting the people who would be most affected! The Feds had
no right to do this to us!" The motor flared to life, and Sullivan
savagely turned the wheel, guiding them back onto the road once more.
Eddington sat silently, watching the dull landscape crawl by, the drops
of moisture beginning to collect on the windscreen. He studied
Sullivan's obstinate profile, wondering how to resolve the impasse
between them. As the first clusters of buildings at the outskirts of
the settlement came into view, he said, "I've heard all these arguments
before."
"You may have heard them, but you really haven't been listening to
anything I--or anyone else here, for that matter--have been saying. Or
you wouldn't still be here."
The truck came to a stop. Sullivan made no move to get out, obviously
waiting for him to go first.
Eddington opened the door, then turned back to her. "That's what I came
to tell you--the Lexington is
leaving today." He saw, with some satisfaction, that he'd finally
punctured her air of self-assurance.
She recovered quickly, though. "Took you long enough, but I'm glad
you've finally come to your senses and given up. Or have you decided to
simply remove us against our will?"
Eddington smiled sourly. "You've won, Miss Sullivan--if you can call it
that."
"You're not going to forcibly evacuate us?"
"No. We received new orders from Commander Hudson, the Attaché
to the Federation colonies in the Demilitarized Zone. Panora is to be
granted the same privilege as Dorvan IV. In other words, those who want
to stay may do so--but you'll have to make your own arrangements with
the Cardassians." He couldn't help adding, "You may not find them as
accommodating as Starfleet."
"I see." She gave him a level look, as if estimating how much malice
was in his statement. "In other words, the Federation has decided to
wash its hands of the situation."
He immediately regretted his last comment. "No. That's not--"
"That's exactly what you're saying," she said, her eyes meeting his
intently. He found it difficult to look away. "Basically, it'll be on
our own heads what will happen to us. Fortunately, we're more than
capable of defending ourselves."
"Don't underestimate the Cardassians."
"We're not the ones underestimating them--or their true intentions."
Sullivan added bitterly, "But so much for the Federation's boast of
always taking care of its own."
"We can only take care of the ones who allow us to do so." Eddington
paused. "What did you really expect the Federation to do?"
Sullivan gave an exasperated sigh. "I expected
them to refuse to hand over Federation colonies, but I suppose that
would be asking too much. Obviously, the welfare of their citizens
isn't a top priority."
He felt a reluctant admiration for her perseverance, her willingness to
argue the strength of her convictions. Too bad it was in so misguided a
cause. "Like it or not, the treaty is a done deal. It's been signed and
ratified by both parties. Thanks to the negotiations, the escalating
hostilities of the past few years have ceased. We've averted a major
war. And as a provision of the treaty, this territory has been ceded to
Cardassia. This is the reality you have to deal with, not waste time
wishing things had gone otherwise."
"I don't need a history lesson--or a reality check."
"Starfleet sent us here to relocate you to another world, to
reestablish your colony on an undisputed planet, somewhere with a
future. But you refused. You said you wanted to be left alone, and
that's exactly what you got."
She shook her head as if marveling at his denseness. "As we always
have, Panora will survive on the strength of her own efforts. At least
we can thank Captain Picard and the Enterprise
for reminding you of the meaning of the self-determination clause in
the Federation Charter."
"Picard set a dangerous precedent when he gave in to the demands of the
Dorvan Tribal Council," Eddington said sharply, then took a deep
breath. "Despite how it looks, we're not entirely abandoning the
colonies in the DMZ--we'll still be monitoring the situation from afar."
"That's comforting to know."
"You don't seem very concerned about what's going to happen to you," he
said, more curious now than angry. He wondered at the source of her
confidence. According to reports, the Dorvan settlers believed they had
settled in a land promised to them by their ancient spirits. As such,
they could perhaps be forgiven for assuming they'd be recipients of
divine intervention, if need be. Eddington had served with enough
Bajoran officers not to discount the power of faith. But Panora--and
Sullivan, if the reports on her were accurate--had no such thing to
fall back on.
"I'm very concerned for the future of this planet."
"And what about yourself?" Eddington couldn't help asking.
"This is my home," Sullivan said calmly. "This is where I belong. We
won't go quietly, or without putting up a fight. I told you before,
we're well equipped to defend ourselves. Regardless of who the enemy
is, Starfleet or the Cardassians."
His comm badge chirped. "Eddington here."
"All landing parties are being recalled," said the Lexington's Ops officer. "Are you
ready to beam up, Lieutenant?"
"Give me five more minutes," Eddington said, and broke the connection.
He exited the truck, then paused before closing the door. "You may not
believe me," he said simply, "but we only had your best interests at
heart."
Sullivan was silent for a long moment. "I believe that you believe
that."
Impulsively, Eddington held out his hand. "Take care of yourself,
Rebecca."
Her work-scarred fingers clasped his tightly and she smiled. "Thank
you, Michael."
Nine Months Later
Lieutenant Commander Eddington materialized on the surface of Panora,
at what had once been the main administration building of the colony.
He heard gasps from the other officers in his away team and it was all
he could to keep from crying out as well. Despite the preliminary
reports, as well as their own ship's sensor data, the scene which met
his eyes was like a visceral blow.
The devastation around them was complete. All the buildings were gone,
just burn marks on the ground indicating where they had once stood.
Even the rocks were melted into twisted shapes, evidence of the plasma
weapons used by the Cardassians. He fancied he could still feel the
heat of the soil through the soles of his boots. Instinctively, he
looked up at the sky, expecting to see the ever-present birds. But
there was nothing there. In the forbidding silence, it seemed as though
nothing had ever lived there, or ever could.
"Commander," said Ensign Burke, holding out his tricorder. "I'm picking
up faint life signs a few hundred meters away."
"Which heading?"
"Due west, sir."
"Then let's get moving. Burke, Mazurka, K'far, you're with me. The rest
of you fan out, investigate the rest of the area. There may be other
groups of survivors as well." He fervently hoped it was true.
With every step he took, Eddington felt sicker. Although it had been
nearly a year since he had last set foot on Panora, he could see it in
his mind's eye as it had once been: the groups of children playing in
the streets of the settlement, the farmers toiling away in their
fields, the Council members passionately arguing against what they
perceived as Starfleet's betrayal.
We caused all this, he thought
despairingly. This is our fault. We
should never have abandoned them to their fate--and for what? To ally
ourselves to monsters who murder civilians in cold blood.
Eddington had seen too much over the years to be the same starry-eyed
idealist he had once been, fresh out of the Academy. There had been too
many incidents he'd witnessed during his career which illustrated that
neither Starfleet nor the Federation were infallible. But this was the
first time he'd ever been ashamed to wear the uniform.
There was a small opening in the hillside ahead, scarcely large enough
for an adult to fit through. "In there," Burke said. "Readings indicate
there's a network of caves that extends for several kilometers."
Eddington stepped in first. He was greeted by a shower of dust and
small rocks. Coughing and spluttering, he bent over to catch his breath.
"Are you all right, sir?" Burke said in concern.
"Fine." Eddington tried to clear his throat. "How's the opening of the
cave?"
"All clear now. In fact, it may be a little bigger than it was before."
"Thank Heaven for small mercies," Eddington muttered. He attempted to
brush himself off. His fingers slid over the new third pip on his
collar, adding to the weight of responsibility he already felt. He and
his team switched on their wrist lights and carefully made their way
further into the cavern.
After moving through almost total darkness for twenty minutes,
Eddington saw a welcome light up ahead. The natural rock corridor they
were following widened out into a large room, with a high vaulted
ceiling. It was occupied by a small group of refugees.
A handful, where once there were hundreds.
Burke and the others quickly spread out, going to the survivors,
speaking with them, ascertaining their conditions. All according to
standard procedure for rescue operations. But Eddington had eyes only
for a dark haired woman bent over a small child in her lap,
comforting her.
At his approach, the woman looked up. It was Rebecca Sullivan.
"You're alive, thank God. I thought--we heard--and then when I beamed
down and saw--" Eddington's words sputtered to a halt. More calmly, he
said, "I didn't think there would be any survivors."
"I told you we were set to defend ourselves," Sullivan said tiredly.
"Insuring that at least some would survive is part of it."
"What happened?" he said stupidly.
"They didn't attack right away. Oh, no, the Cardassians were much too
clever for that. They started out small--demanding a percentage of the
food we produced as taxes owed to the Empire, who now claimed
sovereignty over the planet. Not just food--timber, minerals, as well,
though we told them we had neither the personnel nor the equipment to
conduct large scale mining or forestry operations." She spoke as if by
rote, as if it were a story she'd already told many times before. "Each
month the quotas increased. At the same time they began harassing us in
other ways--stopping and searching ships approaching the planet,
jamming our subspace signals. They meant to drive us away."
"But you weren't going."
"We didn't allow Starfleet to push us out, why should we let the
Cardassians?" She tossed her head with a hint of her former bravado,
but her eyes were haunted. "Then they resorted to force. We fought
back, naturally, but we were outgunned, outmanned. They sent an armada.
All we had were sublight shuttles. Gul Dekel broadcast a warning that
he was going to incinerate the entire planet." She was silent for a
moment. "And he damn near did."
The child in her arms whimpered. Sullivan made a soft shushing
noise. She looked up at Eddington once more, and her expression
hardened. "I didn't think you'd be so eager to muddy your boots here
again, Commander. I take it you're here as a part of a Starfleet rescue
mission?"
"The other ships will be here within another six hours. I was part of
an advance group--I wanted to--"
"Have the opportunity to say 'I told you so' in person? You should be
proud of yourself, you predicted exactly what was going to happen."
"That's not why I'm here." Eddington knelt beside her and lifted up the
child. She couldn't have been more than two or three years old and
regarded him with large scared eyes. "It's all right, sweetheart," he
said to her softly. "I'm not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt
you ever again." To Sullivan he added, "We've brought food,
medicine--and we'll be taking you back to Federation territory. Are
there any other survivors besides this encampment?"
"No. This is the only one." Sullivan cleared her throat. "I'm sorry
about what I said earlier. It was uncalled for. I know you're only
trying to help."
For some reason, that stung more than her earlier barbs. "You've been
through a lot. I'm glad you're safe." Eddington shifted the child to a
more comfortable position against his chest, casting about for
something to say. "What will you do now, go back home to the Modean
System, or perhaps the university?"
Sullivan shook her head. "I'll go with the refugees, help see them
resettled. And then I have work to do."
He wasn't surprised to hear it, but had to ask anyway. "You mean--"
"This battle is over, but the war has just begun," Sullivan said, her
quiet resolve overlaid with a hint of her old fire. "And mark my words,
it is a war, and we won't go quietly."
Her words echoed what she had told him seemingly a lifetime ago. All at
once, Eddington came to a decision, one that had been in the making for
some time although he hadn't realized it until now.
He reached out and took her hand. "This time you won't be fighting
alone."
FINIS
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