"CAREY, DIANNE - CALL TO ARMS" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carey Diane)

onetrack mind. odo had been a displaced alien using his shapeshifting
abilities to change into silly things for the entertainment of others as
a crippled effort to fit in. he hadn't even known in those days why he
could do these tricks. now things were different. kira was a major in
the bajoran military and had been adjutant to starfleet's occupation of
deep space nine, a constant representative of the planet who had been
privileged to command a starfleet station and a starfleet ship. it said
something about starfleet that they had so readily accepted her as an
authority and treated her as if she had come through their own academy.
the singleminded little girl who spent her life in the ditches of bajor,
defending only bajorans, devoted only to bajor, had over the past few
years found herself accepted into and defending a much larger family.
now the impossible was being asked of her. for the sake of long-sought
quality of life on bajor, she must shelve her revulsion at the return of
the cardassians and widen still more her envelope of toleration. no
longer just a street urchin fighting behind smashed walls, she must help
run the station even under cardassian control. she must be the one to
officially welcome them back. if only her intestines would cooperate. as
she and odo walked the long promenade together, not looking at each
other, not speaking, kira built herself up to doing what she must do.
she hoped the station had wrecked itself enough that the cardassians
would have weeks of work ahead of them. as she and odo approached the
row of airlocks, kira's eyes tightened, watching several jem hadar
soldiers physically force open one of the hatches. many more jem hadar,
with their ugly pale faces like broken rocks, surged through and formed
up ranks. a moment later she saw dukat, his attendant damar, and that
nauseating Эorta step out onto the promenade.

"this is a great victory for cardassia," damar's voice filtered down the
long platform.

"and the dominion," dukat mentioned. his magnanimity was entirely fake,
kira knew, as was confirmed instantly by his glance toward weyoun.

"over fifty ships lost," the vorta complained. "our spacedocks on torros
three destroyed--a victory perhaps, but a costly one."

"we'll discuss the repercussions later," dukat said. "right now, i
intend to enjoy this moment." would you enjoy a pointy little fist in
your nostril? kira pressed her hands to her thighs as she and odomand
quark had joined them as they passed the bar--stopped before the
cardassians and that vorta floater. this was it. uch.

"gentlemen," she began, obviously forcing herself, "on behalf of the
bajoran government--" quark stuck his head between her and odo, saying,
"and the promenade merchants' association--"

"i officially welcome you to deep space nine, "kira finished, annoyed
that quark had interrupted her slide down that slope. dukat tipped his
head. "you mean terok nor. don't you?" kira pressed her lips tight and