Subject: [FF] ST:Rebellion Ch. 1
From: Mark Causey III
Date: 7/27/1997, 2:10 AM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

All right, so I know some of you aren't too happy this is being written.
If you don't like it, just remember who's standing up to Paramount.  That
way, everybody's happy!  ^_^  The rest of you can just enjoy.

It is a grimmer time than has ever been known.  Man had just been in
space for a paltry fifty years when they arrived.  Man did not know
much of the Dominion.  But they *knew* they were not to be trusted. 
Some people didn't feel war was necessary, and fled what was to become 
the battleground for Man's Last War.  Now, hundreds of years later, 
scattered amongst the stars, man's last vestige lie in small patches of
colonized meteors and one station, obscured in the darkness of space.
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Sei ni Ryokou de, Hangyaku!
/Star Trek:  Rebellion!/

Key:  word surrounded by stars = emphasis  (e.g.  Go to hell, *bitch*!)
      double space between paragraphs = flashback
      words in two forward slashes = translation (e.g. In Klingonese: 
                                                       /Bastard!/)
      words surround by <> = thoughts  (e.g.  "Hi, sailor,"  she
						said. "Hi," he responded. 
						<Slut.>)
Definitions of Japanese terms and anime references explained at the end.


Chapter 1:  The Longest Second

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????, ????
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	I . . . awoke?  All around me was . . . nothing.  And I'm only 
an . . . outline.  I have so little sense of identity now that I don't
even know what I am.  But I know that I wasn't just an outline, and
that I once knew a lot more, and cared. Little good that does me.  But the
being in front of me does know who, or what, I am. Of that I am certain.  
I know that my memory is just on the verge of breaking through whatever
barrier is on it, that some gentle pushing would release it.  Then the
being in front of me spoke:
	"Nice place, isn't it?"
	I'm not quite sure what kind of language this is;  it seems
more of a thought process being evoked.  It makes me uneasy . . .  He
draws my every sense towards him for reasons I don't yet comprehend.  He? 
Apparently I have a concept of distinction within beings.  One clue
closer towards . . . something.
	"I said, nice place, isn't it?"
	Still weak with this form of speech, I thought outward, "What is
this place?"
	"It's, well, it's . . . unimportant."
	"Then, it's . . . adequate," I responded, although with great
effort.  This form of communication was draining.  Was it because I'm not
used to it or because of this place?
	"It's because you've never done it before.  This place is actually
allowing you to use it."
	"What?  You read my . . ."  I yelled.  Yelled?  What was this I
had done?
	"Just push against the contrived barriers of normalcy and . . . "
he spoke.  In my language.  In my spoken language.
	And then the barriers broke.  Absolutely and utterly.
	I screamed.

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Near the Dominion/Klingon Demilitarized Zone, 2366
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	"Fire!"  Sisko yelled.  This was not going well.  All attempts to
avoid a fight with these guys had been made.  Especially so near to both
warring factions.  But the Orions slave-traders had absolutely refused to
accept the price and their pride now was now probably going to attract
*both* the Klingons and the Dominion.  Today had not been the best of days
in recent memory . . . .


	The station smelled like it always did:  the worst qualities of
mankind mixed with alcohol and blood.  Ah, home.  Sisko replayed the
recent events in his mind as he boarded the station and dealt with the
security guards and moved on to the the various places at which he had
business:  the trading post, cargo declaration, and the mission board.
For once in a long while he possessed something uncommonly rare in this
sector of space:  a smile.
	<Two perfect runs in a row has allowed me to finally get some
relaxation.  And meanwhile I can get that spaceship of mine fixed and
get those long awaited modifications.  Then she'll be reliable enough
for some of the more lucrative and dangerous missions.>
	Hell, he even had enough money to go to the best.  Garak was one
of the few respected aliens on the station.  In this sector, for that
matter.  His respect came from his quality of work and unique personality
that made  him one of the most liked people on this station, as well.   
	Many years of little modifications had turned a junk heap into a
veritable arsenal of weapons and counter-weapons.  It could hardly track
when he first got her after that disaster with Dominion that destroyed his
beloved Kurokaze.   Hell, it was worth the price he paid for it.  That is,
it was cheap.  A steal, even.  Too bad those particular Romulan brothers
weren't in business anymore.  That singularity drive of theirs is always
on the fritz.  
	<Hasn't died on me yet, though.>  He chuckled.  Out loud
apparently.  His sneer drove off the stares, however.  Or at least he
thought.  However, when he saw the sheer terror in the peoples' eyes, 
heard a bass growling, and saw the shadow overlapping him, some
instinct told him something was up.  As he turned around, he realized it
was way up.  Never in his entire life had he seen such a massive Klingon.
The Klingon stood an impressive two and half meters tall, and to the
super-deformed Sisko was a mountain of flesh and muscle.  The Klingon's
bat'telh was twice as big as the SD Sisko and that was his least
impressive feature.
	He was just as surpirsed by what the Klingon had to say.
	"Shitsureishimasu,"[1] he said absently as he dragged a small
girl with him.
	"I don't wanna go," she exclaimed.  She obviously had different
plans than those of the Klingon.
	"It is for your own good.  You *must* attend school.  You *will*
do as I say!"
	With a gulp, Sisko forced the sweat drop away, and with great
composure, told the girl, "Don't worry.  School's fun.  You'll learn a lot
of things like science and computers," he informed the girl as he patted
her on the head.
	"Honto ni?"[2] the girl replied with starry eyes.
	"She most certainly will not!  She will learn the ways of the
*warrior*, and follow me into glorious battle!"
	At this point, Sisko's hand went from the girl's head to his, only
in a manner of embarrassment.  He chittered softly while rubbing his bald
head.
	"Kuso,"[3] the girl said reluctantly.
	Given such a break in the struggle, the Klingon snatched up the
girl and carried her off, kicking and screaming.
	As much to hide his embarrassment as to laugh at the situation, he
laughed as a Jinnai[4] amused.
                            * * *
	Sisko later found himself in front of Garak's Boutique.  He had
been wandering in a daze all day due to his recent successes and the most
interesting meeting with that Klingon and his small girl, whoever they may
have been.
	All of a sudden, an unbelievably cute winged girl, Dot-chan,  
appeared in front of him. Or at least a damn good hologram facsimile of
one did.  She floated there, staring up at him with a longing gaze.  Her
long purple hair was up in buns today, covered in pink . . . bun covers,
he supposed. Otherwise, the bangs were cut just above her large green
eyes.  She was wearing a blue ancient Chinese dress with red trim.  Her
pointed ears were accentuated with red earrings with tassles.[5]
	"Sisko-chan, it's been so long since you've been here!  Why don't
you come in for a rest, onegaishimasu?"[6] she said with a voice sweeter
than modern science had devised.  Sisko remembered in detail how sweet she
was when he first met her.  Apparently, she was like that each time she
met a new customer.  It began with: Doozo yoroshiku[7] . . . and got worse
from there.  He involuntarily shuddered.
	"Sure, sure dear.  I didn't come just for weapons of mass
destruction, ya know,"  he replied with the code words in a strained
voice. Such utter kawaii-ness[8] tended to set him on edge.
	With the affirmation and the private meeting code, the hologram
disappeared. But Sisko knew she was hiding.  <Enough with the paranoia,
okay?>  He entered the quaint shop eyeing the vaious new blasters and guns
of every sort.
	"Sisko!!  Long time no see!  Tell me, how did the . . ."  Garak
asked beaming.
	"Perfect, perfect, you wouldn't believe the control I got out of
your weapon.  And . . ."  Sisko said.  He then turned and absent mindedly
looked over some weapons on the counter.
	"And . . .?  Oh, I see.  You're becoming quite shrewd, you know.
What do you want?"  Garak replied gruffly.
	"You know that modification I've always asked you about?"  Sisko
said, returning to the conversation.
	"You mean the . . . special order?"
	"Yes, that one," Sisko said in a manner all his own.  His friends
knew he was pleased, demanding, and conniving all at the same time.  His
eyes grew and his smile widened as he leaned closer to discuss business.
                              * * *
	"So we've agreed then,"  Sisko said, ready to wrap up this long
set of negotiations.
	"Yes.  The prepaid sum, deliverence of  two more shipments like
the one you got me today, . . . and the chip.  Che, I'll install the . .
. order beforehand so that it'll be that much easier, ne?"[9]
	<He needs that chip bad,>  Sisko thought.
	"Great.  When will the modifications be made?"
	"Let's see.  It all depends on how soon the shipment you got me
gets into my hands . . ."  Garak was interrupted by loud noises as a
large man burst into the room.  The noises were that of computers
sizzling, force fields collapsing, and the large man grunting.  
	Dot-chan, fading in and out, crawled in and barely managed to say,
"I told him you were in a . . . private meeting . . ." and faded out
completely.
	Garak, flabergasted, started yelling, "Do you know how long all
the programming and work went . . . into her . . .?"
	Garak just plain stood there, mouth agape, at the largest Klingon
*he'd* ever seen.  He regained some of his composure when he saw that the
Klingon was concerned with him.  He was staring down Sisko.  And Sisko was
staring back.
	To say this was a fair fight would be saying that the Klingon were
missing both arms, his teeth were dulled to rounded edges, were blind, and
had nasal drip.  The fight actually took place for about fifteen seconds.
But to Sisko, it lasted for what seemed a minute.  Well, I guess time
doesn't slow down in times of stress for all people.[10]  The fact of the
matter is that it should have lasted about one-thirtieth of the time it
took, and Sisko should have been a splattered corpse on Garak's new
vintage Vulcan rail gun.[11]  However, the Klingon reeled back with his
bat'telh, and froze there as he stared down what the people in the
business commonly referred to as a "Grasshopper"[12].  A sweat drop the
size of Sisko's head formed aside the Klingon's beveled brow.
	"Do it!"  he yelled with defiance.
	"No.  I want to know why you attacked me.  Then I'll kill you."
	"/Fuck you!  Do it!/"[13] the Klingon yelled violently.
	"/I said no.  Now lower the bat'telh, calm down, and tell me why
you attacked me.  Maybe then I'll kill you, or maybe, you can then kill me
in battle, with honor,/"[13] Sisko calmly said.
	The Klingon lowered the bat'telh, much to Garak's surprise, and
sighed defeatedly, much to Sisko's surprise.
	"She's come down with a strange illness.  The only explanation is
the time this morning when you patted her on the head," the Klingon
answered.
	"Doesn't quite sound like you believe that I hurt your little
girl, do you, uh, what's your name?" Sisko questioned, waringly.
	"Worf, son of Mogh, and I didn't really have an explanation.  You 
were the only idea I had and I decided to had to do something about it,"
Worf answered.
	"By killing your only clue.  That's a Klingon for you,"  Sisko
replied, testing with the second sentence.
	Worf smoldered, but did nothing.  <Not your average Klingon,>
Sisko thought.
	All of a sudden, Garak brightened.  "Bring me the girl."
	Worf stood up, enraged.  "What?" he demanded.
	"I can help her," Garak replied.
	"And why should I take her from the medics to *you*?" the Klingon
growled.
	"I can probably help her," Garak answered, his composure
completely collected.
	"*Probably*?"  Worf bared his teeth.
	"If he says he can, he can help her," Sisko said, defending his
long-time friend.
	Reminiscent of the child's face when Sisko described school, Worf
got starry eyed and said, "Honto ni?"[2] and ran off to get the girl,
yelling back "Doomo arigatoo gozaimasu!"[14]
	After Sisko and Garak recovered from their sweat drops, Garak
asked, "Where'd you get that gun?"
	"Oh, I was playing with it while we were talking,"  Sisko 
answered.
	"But you know they're . . ." Garak paused, uncertain what to say.
	"Dummies?  Yeah, but he didn't," Sisko completed.
	Garak fell over, in the little devil pose.[15]
	Sisko laughed and laughed, and laughed some more.
                                  * * *
	"Where did you get such sophisticated equipment?" Worf asked, as
much to distract himself from the sickly girl in front of him as for
knowledge.
	"Built most of it myself.  The rest, deal here, sale there . . ."
Garak's voice trailed off as he continued the medical diagnostic.
	"Soo desu nee . . . "[16] Worf's voice trailed off as he had
no more questions he could ask, no more chit-chat to distract him.
	The room was oppressingly small.  This was due to the massive
amount of machinery crammed into every nook and cranny.  Monitors with
data readouts and input pads with every kind of button and light filled 
the room.  Garak, after placing down his pad, sighed and started shooing
out the two men he wanted desperately out of his shop before something
more permanent occured.  His final act before he left and keyed the door
closed was to press a button on the side of the table which caused a field
to pop up around the girl.
	"What is it?" Worf demanded, angrily.
	"Well, this is the way it works.  Because I don't have the chip
that Sisko is about to get me, I can't do a full diagnostic.  However,
before you go raving around like a barbarian, there is hope.  Sisko, you
have the clues you need to find it, I hope."
	Sisko nodded in agreement.
	"Yoshi.[17]  The other thing is I need a man.  A very important
man, who is, shall we say, somewhat disposed of for the moment.  Get me
him, and the chip, oh yeah, he can help with finding the chip, and we can
begin full diagnostic and treatment.  I have stabilized her illness and so
long as nothing happens here, like a Klingon busting in and destroying
valuable machinery, she *will* be fine.  You have my word.  I've uploaded
everything you need to know to Sisko's ship."
	"What?  Work with him?  Why should I?"  Worf growled with defiance
and determination.
	"Two reasons.  He's your best bet; and he holds your honor for
defeating you without hitting you, and even then with a fake gun."
	"*GARAK*!!" Sisko yelled.
	"Now you're bound to live up to your end of the bargain or be
splattered somewhere in a mad Klingon's rage." Garak responded, with a
smile.
	"You conniving bastard!  I'd almost say you'd planned this, but .
. ."  Sisko paused and looked up at the anxious Klingon.
	"Ikuzo!"[18] was Worf's only response.
                               * * *
	But that was the past.  Now Sisko was in the middle of a firefight
two weeks later with Orions who felt that their cargo was priceless.
However, the Orions soon found out that the Romulan cargo ship they
thought they were facing actually held a fully outfitted and arrayed
Klingon mecha with a fully outfitted and pissed off Klingon at the helm.
Worf didn't bother to use any of his ammo as he sliced through the stunned
Orions' ships' shields with his bat'telh like, well, like a bat'telh
through hot butter.  Some of the ships tried to escape the fury of
near-berserker Klingon, but he only sliced through and disabled them
first.  One by one the ships were scanned, with every human aboard beamed out.
<This man had better be worth it.  My perverted Romulan scam won't work
after this,> Sisko thought.  Suddenly the ops board was full of flashing
lights as the ship went to red alert immediately.
	"We've got company!!"  Sisko yelled to Worf.
	"One more . . . got it!"  Worf replied, with his battle coolness.
	"Three, two, one . . . got them!  Board now and I mean yesterday!"
	The two warriors rejoined their ships, and with a burst of a
special ordered cold warp and with hundreds of sensor ghosts released,
they fled for safety.  Just before they were gone, the sensors recorded
ten Dominion battle cruisers and twelve Birds of Prey drop out of warp, 
decloak, and bear down on the impotent Orion pirates.

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Notes and Definitions for the Japanese-Impaired

 1.  Japanese way of saying 'Excuse me'.  Pretty formal, to boot.
 2.  Japanese way of saying 'Really?'.  Cute girl saying.
 3.  Curse.  Damn is the closest equivalent.
 4.  _El Hazard_ villian.  Watch it sometime.
 5.  See http://www.andromeda.animanga.com/Images/Bakuretsu/daughter2.jpg
     Note:  small file but long loading time.
 6.  Literally, 'Do this for me'.  Here just ultra-polite for 'Please'.
 7.  Literally, 'Please protect me'.  Used for first time meetings.
     Translates sometimes to, 'Nice to meet you' but the literal meaning
     here is implied.
 8.  Kawaii - cute.  Kawaii-ness - state thereof.  You get the picture.
 9.  Isn't it?
10.  Ignoring the fact that this flashback takes place in about one
     second. ^_^
11.  Who knew that the Vulcans could be so violent as to need rail
     guns? ^_-
12.  MIB.  Go see it.
13.  Klingonese.  Duh.
14.  Thank you very much.
15.  Rumiko Takahashi's classic pose for warding off of evil spirits.
16.  That's right, isn't it.
17.  Good.
18.  Very base form of 'Let's go!'  Martial artists and bad Japanese
     students use this.

--MC3

"Gypsy!  Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai Lai"  from Orguss (yes, the original)
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