Death of a Cardassian

[Zog Gabrel 0]

He hoped it would be enough.

 

Zog Gabrel exhaled raggedly, finally letting his arm collapse. Lifting his head from the deck, he watched his tricorder clatter across the deck as it bounced away from him. The humming remained unbroken, confirming its continued emission of thermionic radiation.

 

An empty biohazard container lay several meters away, its gelatinous contents spilled across the entire width of the deck. Blinking from the pain in his back and leg, he squinted, seeking the tell-tale glow of the radiation-activated biogel. He’d heard the station’s self-destruct countdown reach zero with no effect. He realized fatalistically, that this might very well be his planet’s only hope.

 

Unleashing the weapon that had been used against the Cardassian and renegade ships seemed only appropriate. He only hoped the same horror would turn these unknown aliens aside as well, make them abandon the station and their invasion of his homeworld. They needed a demonstration of their resolve. He’d seen such actions on Quatal Prime, when the Maquis had poisoned the very air around him with cobalt diselenide, just to render the colony uninhabitable to Cardassians.

 

Shadows moved behind him as he watched the morphogenic gel begin to bubble and grow. He hoped the captain had gotten those Midway doors closed. He hoped he’d made it far enough inside to affect the invader’s ship.

 

From behind, large hands grabbed and vaulted him to his feet. The pain of his broken back made the world swoon and darken.

 

He stared into the face of the enemy, then at the seething toxic beyond him. Despite himself, Gabrel couldn’t surpress a bitter chuckle at the irony. Zog Gabrel, noted scientist, proctor of planetary science, distainer of all things military, was about to go the way of a hero in the epic Never-Ending Sacrifice.

 

He felt the life being crushed out of him, even as the activated biogel began ravaging all those around him. “Long live Aegis,” he managed from his labored lungs. “Cardassia forever.”

 

And the rest, was silence.

Edited January 30, 2004 by Zog Gabrel

[KhreRiovtRex 0]

And the rest, was silence.

If he's not using it anymore...can you send me his spoon?!

 

t'Rex