Through The Looking Glass

Posted on Sat Feb 26th, 2022 @ 3:09pm by Lieutenant Commander Tiandith 'Tia' Tobru

584 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Episode 4 - The Fires Of Hades
Location: Ops, DS21
Timeline: During T'kon Ship post

Tia couldn't help but get lost in the moment she was in. She had stepped out of a world, her 'world', of danger around every corner. The need to hide from the Dominion was real and constant. Not to mention their 'allies', The Cardassians were even more ruthless and power hungry than you could imagine, if that was possible. The Breen expanse grew and others had joined them.

The Tholians, never an active opponent in the war, had never joined up and had grew in smaller fashion over the last 20 years but still held their quite xenophobic view of organics. Tia had always found that the Dominion was quite happy to leave them be. They were neither a threat to them, nor important enough to be included in things.

The Klingons were as aggressive as ever, attacking once proud allies such as the Gorn and even some of their own people as Houses began to defect away from them.

It was all a mess, a disorganised mess. At least before the war it was an organised mess. Everyone knew their places, squabbles could usually be dealt with through diplomacy and such but not now.

So...

It was strange to have been put 'here', where ever that was. Humans looked to have never seen a day of hardship as they confidently walked around the station. There were mixtures of species in uniform stretching from Betazoid to Orion... the Orion one threw her a little as she was pretty sure the Klingons had nearly killed them all.

A Trill had came up to her at one point and looked at her in an odd way. Tia would have to come back to that, maybe she'd have to kill her to keep whatever cover she had going. Maybe... Trill had become loyal servants to the Dominion after it fell. Tia had known a lot of the joined Trills opposition to it and their exile as a result. They were then hunted for symbiotes, a truly nasty business.

Tia had now changed her mind, this couldn't be some elaborate holographic trap laid for her. Things were too well put together, the people to real and genuine. The anxiety in Ops was palpable and in the 70's holograms were not that complex enough to display the range of emotion and connection they showed to each other.

So, her choices were she had been knocked out by the artefact in her shuttle and this was some lucid fantasy in which a life lived after the DEFEAT of the Dominion instead of them winning, or she'd stepped through the looking glass and was in some alternate world.

Truthfully she wasn't sure what she wished to be true.

If this was real, an alternate universe, then the T'kon threat was as real as ever and she hadn't come here to die. She'd gotten out of worse scrapes than this.

Looking at the viewscreen she remembered from school the stories that the T'kon were all powerful but sometimes a correct hit to their aft ventral ventilation system caused a systemic power disruption that essentially shut the ship down until they got control of it.

Even all powerful species have a weakness. Bravado can only get you so far, sometimes you overlook things in hubris.

Tia forwarded this to the console next to the Captain, anonymously, hoping he'd notice a heads up and a back up plan should he need it. She definitely would not be advertising it was her, that came with questions.

 

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