Myriad Universes - Infinity's Prism Part 38

"It will make this vessel invisible to sensors," said Dax.

"Stealth technology," Christopher noted, examining the sphere. "Like electronic countermeasures?"

"Far more sophisticated," continued the Trill. "I would be happy to give you a complete description of the unit and its functions, but right now I need to power it up." She glanced at Tomino. "Your fusion reactors are still operable, yes?"

"Yeah, more or less."

"Then show me where they are."

Hachi gave Shaun a questioning look and he nodded. "Go ahead. Give her what she needs. Rudy? Help them."

"Gotcha, boss."

In a moment, Shaun was alone in the compartment with Rain, and he saw the twitch of emotion in her shoulders. "I, uh," she began, trying to find the words to articulate something she didn't want to voice.

Christopher went to her and put a supportive hand on her shoulder. "Rain, don't worry. You're back with us now. It's okay." He didn't know what had happened to her on the Defiance, but he knew Rain Robinson, and he knew her moods. The girl was like the younger sister he had never had, and his jaw set hard at the thought that Bas.h.i.+r might have hurt her in some way.

"It's not okay, Shaun," she told him. "It is so very, very far from being okay. If that s.h.i.+p is an example of what the rest of the galaxy is like, then we should have never woken up. It's a war. It's all built on lies and slavery. It's Khan's twisted dream come true." She shook her head. "He won, Shaun. After everything that happened, he won."

"No." He shook his head. "I thought that, but just now I realized something. Khan hasn't won, not while one of us is still breathing. He only wins if he silences us, and I'm not going to let that happen."

"He made the whole world like him," she said in a small, tight voice. "Killers." Rain was staring down at her hands, her eyes misting. "I don't want to be that."

"We'll make him pay." Shaun nodded to himself. "Lies can't survive in the light, Rain. And we're going to bring it."

9.

Jacob Sisko found his commander on the mid-decks, amid the chaos of the howling alert sirens and damage control teams.

"My lord!" he called. "We are attempting to stabilize the Defiance's systems, but the viral weapon program continues to move from subroutine to subroutine. It is affecting environmental control, gravity management, atmospheric processing..."

"I want it eradicated." Bas.h.i.+r gave the order with a flat, distracted tone.

The tall youth nodded. "I have deployed a counterprogram to sweep the mainframe layer by layer, but it will take time. We are discovering several dormant packets of sabotage protocols embedded in the primary computer core. The code resembles an Iconian machine language...I believe the viral program is based on the data-phage that destroyed the battlecruiser Yamato seven years ago."

"Varley's s.h.i.+p..." Bas.h.i.+r's lips thinned. "Dax served as a helot aboard that vessel."

Sisko nodded again. "Perhaps she retained some element of the alien code and weaponized it."

"d.a.m.n her!" Bas.h.i.+r struck out in blind fury and smashed a wall panel with his fist. Jacob saw a haze of conflicting emotion on his commander's face. He could only begin to guess what questions were torturing the princeps at this moment.

For an instant, Jacob thought of his father aboard Station D9, utterly unaware of what was taking place aboard Defiance. If the elder Sisko had been here now, what would he have said to his son? He would tell me to distance myself from Bas.h.i.+r as quickly as possible. He would tell me to let the man make every mistake he could, to help him do so, even, so that when he falls he falls hard. The Khanate does not forgive failure easily, and Julian Bas.h.i.+r has failed his Khan. Jacob's eyes narrowed. Yes. He would tell me to throw my princeps to the wolves; but I am not my father.

"She's out there," said Bas.h.i.+r, his voice hollow. "On the sleeper s.h.i.+p. It's the only place she could have gone."

"Sir," Jacob went on, "we have no motive power and our sensors have been blinded. However, weapons have limited functionality. There are photonic torpedoes loaded in the forward tubes. Blind-fired, I believe their seeker heads could still find and target the derelict."

"That would destroy it!"

Sisko frowned. "Lord, you...we unwittingly gave them the means to flee the Ajir system! They must be stopped!" Or else, he added silently, your failure will be total and complete.

Bas.h.i.+r seemed to sense what remained unspoken. "Dax...Dax must not escape. I must have her alive, do you understand?" There was a flicker of manic fury in his tone. "I have to look her in the eye! I have to be the one..."

"Sir, the Botany Bay is already moving off. It may only be a matter of minutes before they go to warp speed." He leaned closer. "Lord, please. Give the order."

But the princeps shook his head. "The teleporters," he snapped, pus.h.i.+ng past Jacob toward a transporter chamber farther down the corridor. "Are they still functioning?"

"They are," Sisko replied, keeping up with him, "but only the matter displacement systems. Dax's program has crippled our scanners, including the transport lock. We cannot target her biosigns and retrieve her."

Bas.h.i.+r strode into the transporter room, to the command console, pus.h.i.+ng the technician on duty out of the way. "That is not my intention." He ran through the activation cycle, turning the power to operating levels. With two swift steps, the princeps crossed the room and mounted the pads, throwing the crewman a hard nod. "You will send me over to the Botany Bay."

"Sir?" The technician was incredulous.

Jacob gaped in surprise. He has taken leave of his senses! "Princeps, did you not hear my report? The targeting sensors are down!"

"Then aim them manually."

He shook his head. "Without scanner lock, you could materialize inside a bulkhead or-"

"Or as close to the s.h.i.+p as you can place me," Bas.h.i.+r broke in. The commander stiffened, running through a series of swift kata exercises, drawing the air from his lungs, setting his body into a suitable, ready state. "The sleeper s.h.i.+p's dorsal conning tower has an airlock hatch on the port side. Transport me to that point. Do it now, Jacob. That is a direct order from your princeps."

Sisko swallowed hard and nodded to the technician to step away from the console. An order was an order, even if it was a nearly suicidal one, and Jacob could not allow a junior officer to take the responsibility of obeying it. He laid his slender fingers on the control sliders. "As you command, lord."

Sisko's hands traced over the panel; there was a silent flicker of red energy, and Julian Bas.h.i.+r vanished.

The alien woman's hands flashed across the console that Bas.h.i.+r's people had retrofitted to the Botany Bay's engineering station, and O'Donnel did her best to keep up with her, but Laker was right. This technology, the kind of blue-sky knowledge that in her day had been science fiction, was at the very edge of Shannon's ability to understand.

In my day, she thought bleakly. My day seems like it was only a few months ago, not hundreds of years. This d.a.m.ned voyage, it's taken everything from me. My world, my family, the man I loved... Hank Janeway's face rose up in her thoughts, and she pressed down a hard jag of pain.

"Hey," snapped the woman, giving her a severe glare. "I said, watch the power regulator feed! If the discharge is too fast from your reactors, it will blow the servo conduits!"

"Okay." Shannon bristled but said nothing more. She felt like a first-day student thrown in on the end-of-term test, struggling to grasp the basics of something that was barely within her experience, without even a second to process it all.

But the woman, Kira-she'd tersely told O'Donnel she was something called a Bajoran-wasn't done with her. "Kosst, I need you to focus! If you foul this up, we'll be stranded here for your uber friends, and I'm not going to let that happen!"

All the stress and irritation, all the anger and fear, flared hard in a surge of resentment. "Those people over there on that s.h.i.+p, they're not our friends. They're nothing like us!"

The Bajoran's face split in a sneer. "You're human. That's close enough." A sour tone sounded from the console and Kira grimaced, moving swiftly to where Shannon was working a control panel. She shoved her away. "No, wrong!" she snapped, changing the settings herself. "Maybe that's true." Kira threw the comment at her, as an afterthought. "Maybe you're not like them. They're just arrogant. You people are idiots."

The last of O'Donnel's tolerance snapped. "To h.e.l.l with you! Let's put you on ice for three-and-a-half centuries, rip away everything that meant a d.a.m.n, and then see how well you do!"

Kira rounded on her, eyes flas.h.i.+ng, and Shannon saw the mirror of her own anger. "I have lost everything I care about," snarled the woman. "They did take it from me! He's dead and it's because of your kind!"

He? The word echoed in O'Donnel's thoughts. A hard knot of understanding pressed into her, a sudden sense of empathy for the woman.

The Bajoran blinked back tears. "Why couldn't you have killed Khan Noonien Singh back then? None of this would have happened!"

"We tried," O'Donnel offered. "Believe me, the whole b.l.o.o.d.y world tried." Shannon's moment of fury melted away. "I am sorry," she told Kira. "And I know what you must be feeling. We all do." She gestured at the walls. "Everyone on board this s.h.i.+p lost people we loved to Khan. And now we've lost more than that. We've lost our world, our entire past."

The hard set to the Bajoran's jaw softened slightly, and she nodded. "Yes. Of course. I'm...sorry too."

"Forget it," said O'Donnel. "Let's just get this done."

His faith in Jacob's skills was not in error. As the teleporter deposited him in place, Bas.h.i.+r had a momentary glimpse of a stark wall of gray hull metal curving away from him, before the punis.h.i.+ng impact of deep s.p.a.ce struck away what little air remained in his body. A crippling chill crawled across every exposed inch of his flesh and he lashed out, his hand snaring an antenna rod protruding from Botany Bay's fuselage.

In the black silence, Bas.h.i.+r's blood thundered in his ears and he felt the rimes of frost flash-forming on his body, as the wisps of air molecules caught in the transporter's aura instantly turned to ice. The soft tissues in his eyes p.r.i.c.kled and stabbed like needles. His empty lungs were black, razor-sharp stones cutting him inside.

The killing cold coiled around him and began to squeeze the life from the princeps. He had little time; with dogged, agonizing motions, he moved over the hull toward the red ring of the airlock hatch, one handhold after another.

This would have been death for a normal humanoid, for a being of limited nature like the Basic girl Robinson or the Defiance's helots. Unprotected and exposed to the icy kiss of the void, their flesh would swiftly blacken and die, their organs cease to function; but three hundred years of augmentation made an Earth-born like Julian a very different breed. Enhanced stamina, increased physiological prowess. He was a better, stronger design of man.

Bas.h.i.+r resisted the pull of the dark and grasped the airlock handle with ice-flecked fingers, turning the mechanism to release the bolts holding it shut. A puff of displaced air fluttered past him, and the hatch rolled open. With an effort, Julian grabbed the frame of the airlock and pushed himself inside, one hand reaching out to slam the control pad that would initiate an emergency repressurization sequence.

Sound returned with the high shriek of air. Bas.h.i.+r reached up to touch his face and found blood frozen in lines from his nostrils and the corners of his eyes. He shook the ruby red fragments away, his body shaking with the cold.

Inside him, a very different kind of chill had taken hold.

Over Christopher's shoulder, Rain watched the power curve displays flex and bend in ways that the DY-102's designers had never considered. "Is that bad?"

"Beats me," Shaun replied, chewing his lip. "The remote systems control stuff that blue-skinned woman set up in here might as well be labeled in Sanskrit for all I can tell." He shook his head. "Shannon's either going to love this or else she'll throw a fit. And then the s.h.i.+p'll blow up."

The color drained from Robinson's face. "Please tell me you're kidding."

The captain glanced at her. "I hope so. I can't tell." He frowned. "One way or another, we'll find out soon enough."

Rain studied the laser ranging display. "Defiance hasn't come after us yet. If anything, it looks like they're drifting."

"Dax really did a number on them. Bas.h.i.+r's not going to take it well."

"Hopefully, we will not stay around long enough to find out." Dax came through the open hatch onto B Deck, with Hachirota trailing behind.

"Is it done?" Shaun asked.

Tomino gave him a sheepish look in return. "I guess so. She plugged the popcorn maker into the main bus and, well, it didn't make any popcorn, so I suppose that means it's working."

Dax peered at one of the temporary control panels, tapping at keys. "I have slaved the cloak controls to his console. As long as the field dispersal remains constant, we should be able to maintain invisibility."

"We're going to turn see-through?" Rain couldn't keep the incredulous tone from her words.

"Basically, yes." Dax ran through an activation sequence.

"Where's Rudy?" Shaun asked.

Hachirota jerked his thumb at the corridor. "We got a red light on the E Deck egress hatch. He went to go check."

Christopher nodded. "Good. We don't want to break the light barrier with a door open." He hesitated, a brief smile crossing his lips. "d.a.m.n. Never thought I'd be saying that."

Rain tapped the intercom. "Shannon? We're all set up here. How's things at your end?"

There was a momentary pause before O'Donnel replied. "Kira says the power flux is...uh, nominal. We're good to go. I think."

Shaun nodded to himself. "Moment of truth, then." He looked across the cramped bridge s.p.a.ce to the Trill woman. "It's your show, Dax. Where do we go from here?"

"Nowhere." A new voice issued out of the intercom grille. "Unless you want Mister Laker to die."

"Julian." Dax said his name like a curse.

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h!" Hachi snapped, and he glared at Dax. "You told us those teleporter things were knocked out!"

"I blinded them," she retorted, her brow furrowing.

"Not well enough," said Shaun, feeling his gut twist. "Bas.h.i.+r?" He directed his words toward the intercom unit. "You're not going to stop us."

"He's probably killed Rudy already!" snapped Tomino.

There was a sc.r.a.ping sound from the speaker and Laker's voice issued out, thick with fear. "Uh...no...I'm not dead. Not yet. He jumped me in the airlock. He has a gun."

Shaun seized the moment. "How many of them are there?"

"Just him, but-" Laker was cut off by the sound of an impact.

"Captain Christopher," Bas.h.i.+r continued, "listen to me. I do not want you or this s.h.i.+p or your people. Run, flee, do whatever you want, I do not care. A hundred Basics are meaningless against the millions of augmented humans in the galaxy, and one more Bajoran dissident will make no difference. I only want the woman. Ezri Dax. Only her."

"He is lying," Dax retorted. "He will never let this s.h.i.+p leave."

"I want her now!" His voice was loaded with anger and menace. "Bring me Dax, or this man dies! Answer! Or you can listen to me choke the life from him with my bare hands!"

"Shaun, wait," said Rain, turning to him.

But Christopher already had the phaser pistol in his hand.

"You will never be able to escape without me," Dax told him. "You know that."

He gestured toward the hatchway. "I'm not losing any more of my people. Start walking."

Dax was the first out of the access well, with Christopher directly behind her. Reflexively, Bas.h.i.+r's grip tightened where he was holding on to Laker's neck, and the man moaned in pain. They moved into the open s.p.a.ce of the recreation area, and to Julian's surprise he saw Rain following with them. She was clutching Dax's tricorder to her chest, as if it was something precious.

His gaze found Ezri, and the turmoil inside him grew stronger. She seemed like a different person, some other ent.i.ty wearing the skin and bones of the woman he had shared his bed with. He did not recognize her. The cold and unflinching expression she wore belonged to some dark mirror of Dax, a strange and hateful duplicate.

"You betrayed me." The words fell from him in a rush. "You...lied to me."

Dax nodded, just once. "How does it feel, Julian? To know that the truth has been kept from you by someone? To know that you have been treated like a lesser?"