Ruminations in the Closing Darkness

[Cptn Corizon 0]

Nothing seems to calm my mind. Not the drink, not the sword. It’s like I am a telepath, and I have a thousand different minds in my head, only they’re all the same voice. All of them with an assessment of the current situation.

 

The general consensus is that the outlook is bleak. Hope is a frail and dying ember of light being swallowed by the rising shadow of darkness. And in that darkness my mind dreams of terrible things, things that chill to the bone.

 

Control of the wormhole, the Gateway of the Prophets, to the Scorpiads is a truly a frightening possibility. The Alpha Quadrant is unprepared for their onslaught and thousands of worlds would fall before them, as their armies marched through the Alpha Quadrant.

 

Bajor would be the first victim of the slaughter. I doubt the Scorpiads would have much use for them, or tolerance for their zealously independent nature. No, they would slaughter the Bajorans, bringing darkness across the planet that would pail the Occupation.

 

But it would not be long, till they would turn their eye to richer and riper areas. Cardassia, broken and defeated, dependent upon her conquerors for protection would fall easily before the might of the Scorpiads. Earth would follow shortly. Romulus, Qo’Nos not long after. Even together, our combined strength and singular will to survive seems insufficient before the host of the Scorpiad Empire.

 

The thought sends waves of anxiety across my body. If the Scorpiads have begun the invasion of the Alpha Quadrant…if my fears are realized, we have a very difficult decision to make. Do we abandon all hope, and flee to the Alpha Quadrant, sealing the wormhole as we make our retreat? Or do we stay and fight, dreaming that as the last shining light of hope, that our light will shine across the darkness, and give way to the breaking morning across the long horizon?

 

In deed, though all I may see is darkness, there is some light left in this world. Perhaps, the scouts will report only the failure of the beacons, localized interference?

 

For now, all of the voices can only speculate, and I can only listen to them…