S. D. Perry - Night of the Wolves

B ritta Dennison would like to thank the following people for valuable creative or technical input:

Thad Dennison, Ben Burdett, Lucy Dennison, and a nod to Hans Lindauer. Thanks to James Swallow for raising the bar so high. Also, a massive thanks to Paula Block and Marco Palmieri for laying the framework and for taking a chance on me. I hope the gamble pays off.

For their emotional support:

My husband, Thad; my parents, Ben Burdett and Barbara Burdett; my sibs, Brooke Minas, Barbi Buresh, and Brady Burdett; the in-laws and baby-sitters extraordinaire, Judy Dennison and Annete Levy; also: Mike and Frani Grover and the rest of the Grover clan, all the mooks who read my blog, and Lucy and Ruth Dennison, for keeping me on my toes.

Extra super special thanks goes out to my BFF S. D. Perry, who has been a valuable mentor and invaluable friend.

S. D. Perry also thanks Paula Block and Marco Palmieri, James Swallow, and all the Trek writers, past and present; her marvelous husband, two perfect kids, and the lovely ladies at the School of Autism who keep the faith. Oh, and Britta, whos way, way cooler than she thinks she is, and also came up with all the really interesting parts.

T he Bajoran vessel fled into the Denorios Belt, chasing salvation it would never find.

Malyn Ocett fought the involuntary curling of her lips as the tiny ship tried to evade her; there was opportunity here, but also peril. As a newly minted dalin assigned to captain the Cardassian scoutship Kevalu on her first patrol of the Bhavael system, this was exactly the chance she needed to prove herself worthy of the command that had been only grudgingly entrusted to her. But failure to stop the errant Bajoran craft would validate those who had opposed her assignmentand Ocett knew she had no shortage of detractors in the militaryeffectively ending her career before it could even begin.

And that I will not allow.

Close the distance, helm, she said aloud. Communications, open a channel.

Target is receiving us, Dalin.

Bajoran vessel. This is the Union scoutship Kevalu . You are in breach of travel restrictions. I give you opportunity to turn back and surrender to Cardassian authority or I will be forced to take action.

Silence answered her.

Theyre increasing speed, her pilot said.

Stay with them. The Kevalu vibrated as it pierced the Denorios Belt, a tempestuous ring of charged plasma that encircled Bajors star between the orbits of the seventh and eighth planets. Normally avoided by spacecraft as a navigation hazard, the Belt had in recent years become the obvious first destination for Bajorans foolish enough to attempt illicit travel out of their home system.

Bajoran vessel. This insolence will not be tolerated. Power down immediately or I will open fire.

The alarming rise in terrorism since the start of the annexation had forced the enactment of strict regulations over space travel, which in the Bhavael system was generally limited to Cardassian vessels and occasional trade ships from other worlds. Bajorans, by contrast, were forbidden to leave their planet without express authorization, and only under the most controlled conditions. But they were a surprisingly crafty and devious people, Ocett had quickly learned, capable and even determined to find gaps in the Cardassian security web through which they could slip. Under different circumstances, a ship caught in such an act would be destroyed immediately, but patrols were under strict orders to take prisoners whenever feasible; it was believed by some in Central Command that the capture and interrogation of terrorists would allow the Cardassians to obtain intelligence they could use to break the insurgency.

Still no answer from the Bajoran ship. The gil manning sensors reported that the vessel was preparing to go to warp.

Ocett tended to believe the Bajorans were nowhere near as organized as Central Command seemed to think. The randomness and utter lack of sophistication exhibited by the insurgents spoke to scattered and unaffiliated groups, not a network. But orders were orders.

Tactical, power up disruptors and target their stardrive, she said. Send them a warning shotI want them disabled, not destroyed.

Target acquired. Firing disruptors.

Ocett watched in satisfaction as light blossomed on the engine case of the oblong vessels aft hull. Direct hit, the tac officer reported unnecessarily. Bajorans stardrive is off line. However

The Kevalu shook against the impact of a particle beam. At first, Ocett wasnt sure whether to be angry or amused, but the tac officers next frantic report put any notions of laughter out of her mind.

Forward shields down! Emitters have overloaded! Theyre recharging weapons!