The Fragments Become Baund-ed

[Brian Graham 0]

Chief Security Officer’s Duty Log

Lt. Cmdr. Brian Graham Recording

USS Excalibur

Stardate 200508.01

 

 

 

Brian sat on his knees and looked down at the unconscious figure before him, then stole a look back at the group moving along the path. There was no doubt, the “prisoners” with the tattered clothes were identical to the uniformed officer laying in the dirt, the officer that they had been interacting since his rescue from the wreckage of the Novgorod. It didn’t make any sense…

 

Wrong! Brian’s instincts yelled, seemingly clubbing Brian’s uncomprehending brain with the explanation clearer than Tamarian crystal. Years of Starfleet Academy security training and indoctrination of seeing the worst possible scenario kicked in, unfolding a plot in his mind’s eye as all the information that had been gathered on this planet alone fit into place, and then added plausible extrapolations of his own.

 

 

 

Baund, a Starfleet officer, lone survivor of a crashed Federation ship, miraculously rescued from a lonely death by the Excalibur. Such a situation has happened before, but now there is a whole slew of Baund’s on another planet light years away from where the crashed ship was layed to rest. A planet controlled by Romulans, the prize from an aggressive preemptive land grab. And, this planet does not only have Romulans, but a representative of the Hundred, an offshoot of the Dominion, a government built and maintained through the use of cloning technology. And now, it appears that such technology is not used only for Jem’Hadar and Vorta. Capable now of breeding infiltrators of other governments, able to seamlessly blend into the ranks. They pass the only test Starfleet has been able to devise, the blood test, because they aren’t Founder’s impersonating officers but actual officers with that species’ permanent biology.

 

And now the Romulans are in collusion with the Hundred, taking full advantage of this tool the Hundred has developed for them.

 

Hundred…developed…

 

The Hundred Loyalists have access to cloning technology! They can build their up their own military without having to resort to defecting Jem’Hadar and Vorta from the Dominion. As long as they can support those forces and keep them hidden (which apparently, they have become quite good at) they have an unlimited supply for their war machine which could rival the Dominion, if used in conjunction with the Romulans. And possibly more… True, who knows how many different governments were in on this plot, a plot that may not stop with the Dominion, as the appearance of Federation sleepers has become realized. This changes everything, meaning there is …

 

His thoughts were brutally interrupted mid-sentence when a hand forcefully clamped onto his right shoulder.

 

“Surrender!” came the order.

 

Outmaneuvered! Brian realized. Paying no heed, Brian grabbed the wrist and forearm attached to the hand on his shoulder. Tugging with all he had, the figure was caught off balance and landed on his back in front of Brian. The visual wasn’t totally recognized by Brian until after he had driven his open palm into the uninvited guest’s forehead. Unconscious now, not a threat, but the features unmistakable. Pointed ears, pointed eyebrows, distinctive broad shouldered uniform, not Vulcan. Romulan! Brian moved to get up and spin around to face the additional attackers that certainly were there, but never had the chance. Something hard and unyielding made direct contact with the back of his head, which was not as hard and unyielding as the object, and stole Brian’s thoughts away, sending him into darkness.