Star Trek: Dominion - Part 10

10

Glinn Dobran stared at the screen before him. He was searching

for something that had been there before for a few moments but

appeared now to be gone.

“Sir, I swear I saw something on the sensors.”

“What did you see?,” asked Gul Elan.

“Well for a moment it looked like a Defiant-class ship but now

all the sensors are showing is a massive debris field moving.”

“Where was the contact?”

“Right beside that Galaxy-class saucer section that’s collapsing.”

Dobran indicated the area that he had seen the contact. He enlarged the area and performed another sensor sweep of the area. All the sensors could pick up were parts of destroyed ships. There was so much debris that they would have found it hard to differentiate between a piece of debris or an actual starship. The two Cardassian officers watched the screen intently for a few more minutes. Nothing changed.

“Run an energy scan. See if there are any active power emanations. If there are we will know for certain.”

It was as just as Dobran ran the energy scan that the Hunter’s

main power failed. That little accident saved them from detection. If

they had been spotted they would have been immediately destroyed by

the marauding Cardassian patrol craft. They had been assigned the

ignominious task of patrolling the ruins to see if any ships had

survived the Dominion fleet’s assault and to terminate any that had.

So far all they had found was dead hulks and a few escape pods that

had not been picked up by the retreating Federation Alliance fleet. These survivors had been beamed aboard and held in the detention cells for interrogation later. They numbered twenty-seven so far. Gul Elan had been extremely put out that his vessel was not permitted to take part in the liberation of Chin’Toka. That honour was being left to their Breen allies.

“Alert me the instant that contact reappears.”

“Yes sir.”

If it is a surviving Federation ship, Elan thought to himself as he returned to his command seat, I intend to take it intact. That will take the smug look off that damned Vorta!

The Cardassian Galor-class cruiser, Dinok, swept back and forth across the debris field like a bloodhound that had lost the scent of quarry and desperately wanted to reacquire it. Back on the Hunter things were finally starting to look up.

To Be Continued....