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

superstructure of the station. "they're evacuating!"

on the screen, taking advantage of the lull as the dominion and
cardassian fleets stopped firing and regrouped, several ships of various
configuration detached from the docking ring and streamed away from the
station. even the defiant was now docked up, probably loading whatever
it could carry and whomever was to serve aboard the federation fighting
ship.

"evacuation ... " dukat watched for several moments. his station, his
cardassian jewel, would soon be his again. his. and this vorta's. and
the dominion's.

"when i first took command of this post, all i wanted was to be
somewhere else. anywhere but here. but now, five years later, this
station has become my home. and you've become my family. leaving this
place, leaving you, is one of the hardest things i've ever had to do."
captain ben sisko stood rather stiffly before a random collection of
personnel and citizens, at least those who were left, on the deep space
station numbered "9" by the united federation of planets. the starfleet
people in the crowd were few and disturbed. they shifted and clasped
their hands. their eyes were downcast, at the deck. they were soon
leaving the platform and the people they had protected for five years.
the bajoran citizens and other visitors and residents in the crowd stood
still as clay, gazing upward at sisko, remembering things much earlier
than five years ago. they were being left behind, unprotected. major
kira, constable odo, the barkeep quark, his brother rom, their not so
silent but constant customer morn, various shopkeepers, dabo girls,
other ferengi... and still others, starfleet and not, were watching him
on screens all over the station. probably his image, his words, were
being broadcast all over bajor as well. a planet in disappointment. the
last mine was set. the field was activated. dominion reserves were
moving in. the ugly announcement of evacuation had been made. all
starfleet personnel off the station. his command crew was dispersed to a
variety of assignments--dax would be on the defiant, with him. worf, now
dax's fianc6 and the only klingon in sisko's command, had been assigned
to general martok and the klingon bird-of-prey that had so boldly saved
the defiant and bought the extra time needed to set the mine field
across the wormhole's mouth. major kira and constable odo would stay
here, consigned once again to the oppression of the cardassians, as they
had been long before. quark would stay to mind his business, and his
brother rom would stay with him, to run the business and be a spy for
starfleet, whatever good that would do here now. nog, rom's son, now a
cadet in starfleet, would go with sisko and the defiant as a member of
the crew. there would be no cushion of training for him. he would be,
like everyone else, plunged into real action. all over the station,
tender or desperate good-byes were being made, bargains of survivals,
promises to live, to keep up hope, to struggle on ... sisko's stomach
suddenly knotted and he almost choked on a lump of rage. he squared his
big shoulders, dealt with the sudden tension in this thick arms, and