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

i have nowhere else to go." a good tailor. tinker, tailor, soldier--spy.
garak's past was as simple as any crazy quilt. sisko was somehow warmed.
"welcome aboard," he said.

"dax to sisko," the comm interrupted. "the dominion fleet is coming
around for another attack." well, here it was. o'brien had given him a
buffer, and dax was giving him the rude awakening. all right.

"release docking clamps," he ordered. "prepare for departure." accepting
a nod of encouragement from garak, sisko shook off depression's web and
started acting like a soldier. he rushed to the ship's bridge and, to
the apparent relief of his bridge crew, took the command deck. did they
think he wasn't going to show up? maybe he'd need counseling for a
couple of hours to get over this? not likely. but now wasn't the time to
fight, either. the defiant and martok's bird-of-prey alone couldn't take
on a hundred dominion ships. instead, defiant and the klingons dodged
through the station's pylons, racking off enough shots at the attacking
fleet to keep from being obliterated right away themselves. all they had
to do was clear the station "go to full impulse as soon as you can," he
ordered. "we'll be back, but we have to get away first. prepare to
cloak!"

major kira nerys and security chief odo entered the operations area of
deep space nine. the station, the whole massive structure, shook
violently under enemy fire, wrecking the facade of elegance that kira
knew she wanted and suspected odo wanted, too. odo left her side briefly
and checked a readout. "the defiant's away," he said tersely.

"signal the dominion fleet," kira responded. oh, this tasted bad, bad,
bad. "tell them the bajoran government welcomes them to deep space
nine." oh, sick! how many times over the past day had she rehearsed
those words? somehow she had forced herself to pretend they were just
random sounds, like a combination to a door--except that this
combination locked the door instead of unlocking it. odo stiffly said,
"message acknowledged." "good. that's the last message this station will
be putting out for a while. computer, initiate program sisko
one-nine-seven." the computer dutifully said, "program initiated." a
high-pitched electronic howl built up and screamed through the panels
and trunks. blue crackles of overload and discharge racked each station,
frying the computer, monitors, and blowing out every system. a moment
later, the plasma conduits stopped their usual pulsing and all the
monitors snapped and went black. she and odo stood together, watching
everything they'd fought to protect blow up around them. funny how your
priorities could change. kira glanced around. "dukat wanted the station
back... he can have it."

odo said nothing. he knew as well as she what this might mean--a slide
backward to the days of labor camps and martial law under the
cardassians. but there were differences. in those days long ago, kira
had been a scruffy, scrawny freedom fighter with a dirty face and a