Reflections

[Cptn Corizon 0]

When the smoke cleared, and the debris field of the Borg cube was being searched, Corizon stood upon the observation deck of Spacedock, staring at the ruined remains of the Sussex.

 

She’d taken quite a pounding. Hull breaches riddling her saucer section—a gapping whole through her weapons pod. He wondered how they’d managed to survive.

 

Sighing he turned away from the ruined remains. While the Sussex wasn’t his ship, he was deeply troubled by the amount of damage the fleet had suffered in the battle. Though it hadn’t crippled the Federation, losing forty to fifty ships was a significant blow, especially to the core area they were assigned to protect. And with the new Dominion presence in the Quadrant, he had a sinking feeling they could use every ship they could have at their disposal.

 

Little did he know how right he was going to be, with in a few months, the Dominion War broke into all out carnage.

 

~ ~ ~

 

Standing aboard the Lotus as he entered the wormhole, on his was to Camelot. He realized how his life constantly seemed to be at the whim of larger forces. As he passed beneath the gateway to the Gamma Quadrant, he suddenly wished he’d died on the Sussex.

 

No one should have to see the thing he’d seen. Do the things he done. He’d sent young men and women on countless missions during the Dominion War. He’d gotten many of them killed. And for what? To a win war, to save the Federation.

 

That’s always what he told himself. But as he’d come to realize, especially when his own planet was besieged by the Dominion hoard, all empires fall.

 

~ ~ ~

 

Watching the massive Dominion Dreadnaught move into position, and reading reports of uprisings across the quadrant, Corizon couldn’t help but wonder if the Dominion’s time had finally come.