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Chapter 1: Arriving at DS9.
Commander Christ van Silfhout stepped off the Transporter pad. He'd just
beamed down to the space station from "his" ship to be reassigned. He tapped
his communicator.
"Van Silfhout to Neanderthall, thank you Lieutenant-Commander. You are now
in command. Take her home, Jack," he said.
"Thank you, Commander, for keeping us all alive," a voice replied from the
communicator. "Neanderthall out".
With a sad feeling coming over him he looked around the transporter room.
Except for the engineer working the transporter controls no one was there.
"Welcome to Deep Space 9, Commander van Silfhout," the engineer said.
"You're expected in briefing room 5 for a meeting with Admiral Gabber in 2
hours, sir."
"Thank you Lieutenant, I'll be there," Christ said, as he left the room.
He went to the station's bar, the famous "Quark's" and ordered a Wodka
Redbull. After the young Bajorran woman working the bar gave him the drink,
he looked around and sat down at an empty table near the dartboard. There
his thoughts drifted away and Christ went back through the past months in
his mind.
The Uss Neanderthall had been on a mission to identify, analyze and
neutralize any remaining Jem'Hadar resistance there might have remained. The
went into Breen Space, as that part of space had not been entered by any
Federation vessel since the end of the war. It should have been a routine
mission. It wasn't.
The Uss Neanderthall found some Ketracil White production facilities, no
longer running of course. Nothing odd really. Until they found a Romulan
Armada heading for Federation Space. Since that discovery, the crew had
fought space battle after space battle just to stay alive and make it back
to Federation space. Only half the crew had survived and one of the
casualties had been the captain, one and a half months ago. Since than
Christ had been acting captain.
They were able to inform Starfleet who intervened, diplomatically, by
letting the Romulans know Starfleet was aware of their Armada and had sent
her own to meet them. The Romulans knew and aborted the invasion. A few
warbirds continued to pursue the Neanderthall as long as they could.
Christ had been first officer ever since the Neanderthalls refit, at the
beginning of the Dominion war. It had been fitted with an illegal Klingon
cloaking device, and with an extra 6 torpedo tubes 3 phaser banks and new
shields. By the time they made it back from enemy space, the only thing the
Neanderthall was able to do was run! It's engines, life support and
navigation were the only systems aboard operating. It was enough, though.
Christ would have brought the ship all the way back to space dock to be
repaired and re-crewed but Starfleet wouldn't let him. They had reassigned
him to a new ship. Back to first officer, he thought.
As he was thinking he never noticed the young trill coming up to his table
and sitting down. "I've never seen anyone this deep in thought," she opened.
Startled Christ looked up. The sight he saw did not improve his ability to
react. He couldn't utter a word or move a muscle as he looked into a set of
beautiful innocent sweet blue eyes.
He looked at the rest of the face to find it was equally beautiful and
innocent looking. After a 20 second pause he finally replied: "Err...I'm
sorry... I never noticed you... I err... wow... eeeh err... I am Commander
Christ van Silfhout, nice to meet you..." He stumbled. A reddish blush
appeared on the young trills face as her 9 past lives' experiences told her
the reason for his stumbling: he had a crush on her. "Nice to meet you too,
Commander. My name is..."
"The famous Ezri Dax, Joined Trill, former host Jadzia Dax... The FAMOUS
Jadzia Dax," Christ finished. "I've seen Jake Sisko's reports and the
Starfleet journals. I've admired the stories that Jake Sisko wrote about
you, and the rest of the DS9 crew." Then another famous face appeared.
"Well, then you must have heard about my heroics as well," a Ferengi asked.
"Of course he has. Don't worry Quark, you're just as famous as I am, isn't
he?" Ezri asked Christ. He noticed the blink she gave him and said "Quark?
Wasn't that the greedy, clumsy, deceptive, sneaky, criminal Ferengi? The one
who owned the bar?" He asked Quark, trying to keep a frown on his face and
not show he was joking. A shocked looked appeared on the Ferengi face.
"WHAT?!!? IS THAT WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT ME IN THE FEDERATION MEDIA?!? I HAVE
RISKED MY LIFE AND FORTUNE ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION AND THEY CALL ME A
CRIMINAL??! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM AN HONEST BUSINESS MAN AND I HAVE..."
Quark yelled in virtual rage. Christ interrupted him before Quark could get
really angry and say things they'd all regret. With a big smile on his face
"Hold on, hold on... I was kidding, relax. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset
you. The Federation media actually were quite praising when it came to you.
And so they should, if what they write is true. Not only is your brother the
inventor of the self-replicating mines that kept Dominion reinforcements out
of the Alpha Quadrant long enough for the Federation to survive, but you
were part of the resistance on the station during the dominion occupation.
You saved your Grand Nagus on several occasions and led the, to my knowledge
first and only Ferengi Commando force ever into Dominion controlled
territory and rescued the Nagus's woman. You're also credited with being the
inspiration for your nephew to become the first Ferengi to attend Starfleet
academy."
"Err... Yes... Oh... Well..." Quark stumbled as he realized he'd been had,
and Christ even thought he could see the Ferengi blush.
Quark's thoughts were not really happy though. The extent of the knowledge
this hu-maan had about the things that had happened to Quark the past years
had surprised him. He thought his name must have been mentioned somewhere,
but this meant that Jake had received a lot more details from Nog and Rom
than he'd been comfortable with. The fact that they had made him out to be a
hero made Quark even more uncomfortable. He was so used to be made to look
like the bad guy that he was very comfortable in that role. "Well, don't you
forget it!" he stated as firm as he could to Christ and turned his attention
to Ezri.
"What can I get you today?" he asked her.
"Raktajino... no wait... Synthale... no, tea, or maybe a cola? Oh, I don't
know, since I've been joined I haven't been able to make up my mind about
anything! Well, I guess I don't want anything, right now," she decided.
Quark rolled up his eyes and let out a sigh. "I hope you someday will be
able to make up your mind again," Quark replied and skipped off to serve
someone else.
"Well, you must be on the same ship I am," Ezri suddenly said to Christ.
"Why do you say that?" Christ asked. "Well, you're due for the same meeting
I am, where I'll be informed of my new assignment. I suppose so will you,"
she simply replied.
The two officers talked some more, enjoying their conversation, until it was
time to go to the meeting room.
Chapter 2 will be here real soon!
Greetz,
Christ van Silfhout
Deuzige Shake
Wouw... i wrote this more than a decade ago....Commander Christ van Silfhout stepped off the Transporter pad. He'd just
beamed down to the space station from "his" ship to be reassigned. He tapped
his communicator.
"Van Silfhout to Neanderthall, thank you Lieutenant-Commander. You are now
in command. Take her home, Jack," he said.
"Thank you, Commander, for keeping us all alive," a voice replied from the
communicator. "Neanderthall out".
With a sad feeling coming over him he looked around the transporter room.
Except for the engineer working the transporter controls no one was there.
"Welcome to Deep Space 9, Commander van Silfhout," the engineer said.
"You're expected in briefing room 5 for a meeting with Admiral Gabber in 2
hours, sir."
"Thank you Lieutenant, I'll be there," Christ said, as he left the room.
He went to the station's bar, the famous "Quark's" and ordered a Wodka
Redbull. After the young Bajorran woman working the bar gave him the drink,
he looked around and sat down at an empty table near the dartboard. There
his thoughts drifted away and Christ went back through the past months in
his mind.
The Uss Neanderthall had been on a mission to identify, analyze and
neutralize any remaining Jem'Hadar resistance there might have remained. The
went into Breen Space, as that part of space had not been entered by any
Federation vessel since the end of the war. It should have been a routine
mission. It wasn't.
The Uss Neanderthall found some Ketracil White production facilities, no
longer running of course. Nothing odd really. Until they found a Romulan
Armada heading for Federation Space. Since that discovery, the crew had
fought space battle after space battle just to stay alive and make it back
to Federation space. Only half the crew had survived and one of the
casualties had been the captain, one and a half months ago. Since than
Christ had been acting captain.
They were able to inform Starfleet who intervened, diplomatically, by
letting the Romulans know Starfleet was aware of their Armada and had sent
her own to meet them. The Romulans knew and aborted the invasion. A few
warbirds continued to pursue the Neanderthall as long as they could.
Christ had been first officer ever since the Neanderthalls refit, at the
beginning of the Dominion war. It had been fitted with an illegal Klingon
cloaking device, and with an extra 6 torpedo tubes 3 phaser banks and new
shields. By the time they made it back from enemy space, the only thing the
Neanderthall was able to do was run! It's engines, life support and
navigation were the only systems aboard operating. It was enough, though.
Christ would have brought the ship all the way back to space dock to be
repaired and re-crewed but Starfleet wouldn't let him. They had reassigned
him to a new ship. Back to first officer, he thought.
As he was thinking he never noticed the young trill coming up to his table
and sitting down. "I've never seen anyone this deep in thought," she opened.
Startled Christ looked up. The sight he saw did not improve his ability to
react. He couldn't utter a word or move a muscle as he looked into a set of
beautiful innocent sweet blue eyes.
He looked at the rest of the face to find it was equally beautiful and
innocent looking. After a 20 second pause he finally replied: "Err...I'm
sorry... I never noticed you... I err... wow... eeeh err... I am Commander
Christ van Silfhout, nice to meet you..." He stumbled. A reddish blush
appeared on the young trills face as her 9 past lives' experiences told her
the reason for his stumbling: he had a crush on her. "Nice to meet you too,
Commander. My name is..."
"The famous Ezri Dax, Joined Trill, former host Jadzia Dax... The FAMOUS
Jadzia Dax," Christ finished. "I've seen Jake Sisko's reports and the
Starfleet journals. I've admired the stories that Jake Sisko wrote about
you, and the rest of the DS9 crew." Then another famous face appeared.
"Well, then you must have heard about my heroics as well," a Ferengi asked.
"Of course he has. Don't worry Quark, you're just as famous as I am, isn't
he?" Ezri asked Christ. He noticed the blink she gave him and said "Quark?
Wasn't that the greedy, clumsy, deceptive, sneaky, criminal Ferengi? The one
who owned the bar?" He asked Quark, trying to keep a frown on his face and
not show he was joking. A shocked looked appeared on the Ferengi face.
"WHAT?!!? IS THAT WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT ME IN THE FEDERATION MEDIA?!? I HAVE
RISKED MY LIFE AND FORTUNE ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION AND THEY CALL ME A
CRIMINAL??! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM AN HONEST BUSINESS MAN AND I HAVE..."
Quark yelled in virtual rage. Christ interrupted him before Quark could get
really angry and say things they'd all regret. With a big smile on his face
"Hold on, hold on... I was kidding, relax. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset
you. The Federation media actually were quite praising when it came to you.
And so they should, if what they write is true. Not only is your brother the
inventor of the self-replicating mines that kept Dominion reinforcements out
of the Alpha Quadrant long enough for the Federation to survive, but you
were part of the resistance on the station during the dominion occupation.
You saved your Grand Nagus on several occasions and led the, to my knowledge
first and only Ferengi Commando force ever into Dominion controlled
territory and rescued the Nagus's woman. You're also credited with being the
inspiration for your nephew to become the first Ferengi to attend Starfleet
academy."
"Err... Yes... Oh... Well..." Quark stumbled as he realized he'd been had,
and Christ even thought he could see the Ferengi blush.
Quark's thoughts were not really happy though. The extent of the knowledge
this hu-maan had about the things that had happened to Quark the past years
had surprised him. He thought his name must have been mentioned somewhere,
but this meant that Jake had received a lot more details from Nog and Rom
than he'd been comfortable with. The fact that they had made him out to be a
hero made Quark even more uncomfortable. He was so used to be made to look
like the bad guy that he was very comfortable in that role. "Well, don't you
forget it!" he stated as firm as he could to Christ and turned his attention
to Ezri.
"What can I get you today?" he asked her.
"Raktajino... no wait... Synthale... no, tea, or maybe a cola? Oh, I don't
know, since I've been joined I haven't been able to make up my mind about
anything! Well, I guess I don't want anything, right now," she decided.
Quark rolled up his eyes and let out a sigh. "I hope you someday will be
able to make up your mind again," Quark replied and skipped off to serve
someone else.
"Well, you must be on the same ship I am," Ezri suddenly said to Christ.
"Why do you say that?" Christ asked. "Well, you're due for the same meeting
I am, where I'll be informed of my new assignment. I suppose so will you,"
she simply replied.
The two officers talked some more, enjoying their conversation, until it was
time to go to the meeting room.
Chapter 2 will be here real soon!
Greetz,
Christ van Silfhout
Deuzige Shake