|Legacy, Year 2 - Metamorphosis, an AU of the Dominion War
Author: nightbird47 PM
Time is running out for the Jem'Hadar to come. When you have no way to leave, no matter how hard the reality, the gifts most charished and saved for your children are the dreams that will one day set them free. Directly follows year one, suggested it be read first.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - B. Sisko & J. Bashir - Chapters: 14 - Words: 173,350 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 05-26-13 - Published: 10-15-12 - id: 8613560
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A Pict Song
by Rudyard Kipling
from Puck of Pook's Hill
Rome never looks where she treads,
Always her heavy hooves fall
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
Her sentries pass on - that is all,
And we gather behind them in hordes,
And plot to reconquer the Wall,
With only our tongues for our swords.
We are the Little Folk - we!
Too little to love or to hate.
Leave us alone and you'll see
How fast we can drag down the Great!
We are the worm in the wood!
We are the rot in the root!
We are the germ in the blood!
We are the thorn in the foot!
Mistletoe killing an oak -
Rats gnawing cables in two -
Moths making holes in a cloak -
How they must love what they do!
Yes - and we Little Folk too,
We are as busy as they -
Working our works out of view -
Watch, and you'll see it some day!
No indeed! We are not strong,
But we know Peoples that are.
Yes, and we'll guide them along,
To smash and destroy you in War!
We shall be slaves just the same?
Yes, we have always been slaves,
But you - you shall die of the shame,
And then we shall dance on your graves!
We are the Little Folk, we, etc
note: There is a tune to this written by Leslie Fish, folk and filk performer, which you can find by searching the title on youtube, which gives you the perfect feel for the story.
Ok, first a disclaimer. I don't own DS9, Sisko, Miles, his family, Bashir, Dax, Nog, Rom or any other character I used, nor do I own the station or the Dominion. But I'm sure glad someone does so we have such a nice playground to inspire us. Cyrus and its population minus those that fit the above are mine. And thank you, Paramount, for letting us play.
This is the second year of our story, and it's recommended that if you haven't read the first you should first. It's edited posting is complete. The name of the year is Innocence, now soon to end. To really appreciate where our abandoned crew have come to live you have to read the beginning.
That would be Legacy, Year 1-Innocence under DS9.
I hate begging, but some comments would be appreciated.
As we begin . . . .
At long last, (and half a lost manuscript) the next year. The time of innocence is long gone, and now they wait.
For most of a year, the survivors of Deep Space Nine have lived in the small settlement built for a research team which was there to test a new form of teraforming, one which would be quick and simple, with its creator hoping to be able to use it in the marginal places where it would save lives. But just as its first major test is about to happen, the Dominion begins its war against the Alpha quadrant. Refugees arrive, and with no place other than their cleared space to put them, their dream is dead.
But not quite. And as the colony is surrendered to the Dominion, the war at a stalemate, along with all who came, another war began, one between desperate hope that not all be lost, even if their technology has been pushed back several centuries, and the terrifying reality that such hope will be obliterated, in time, and those responsible made to pay.
For months the tension and fear has grown, as Sisko, now the colonies official Director, has tried to walk a careful balance, but failed. He has only one option left, to become the enemy. Even if it does not save them from the Vorta and his Jem'Hadar restoring order, then he still must do all he can to try. But he knows that nothing he does can change the reality that there is much they will be punished for, and some will not survive it.
But before that, he is ready to cross that line, no matter the cost, so some will.
The arc of this year of this story covers a little more than a year of time, but in its course will change everything about their new world, and in the end, for most, it will cease to be the place they are stranded, but will become home.
When you have no way to leave, and no where to go if you could, no matter how hard the reality, that is all that's left. When family is past a line so distant you'll never see them again, you find a new one. And when your children are born, and you cherish them, you understand that for them, the only reality is the one under their feet. The best gift you can give them is to let go and try to save the ideals so they will not forget how to dream, even if the world they make will never be your own.
This story follows the slow but persistent building of fear the first year, with the realization of the boots on the ground occupation which has always been waiting, and the even more intense but gradual slip into an even earlier society which comes after. And in the end, the knowledge that sometimes, the greatest enemy is still your own kind and your own history.
A note on research. Most of the elements in this occupation are classics, and oft repeated in human history, though it was roughly based on Eastern Europe in World War 2. Unfortunately, what follows is also very much a part of Earth history as well.
This year is dedicated to the Little Folk, as Kipling wrote of them, who know the value of quiet and stealth and can in time, working their works out of view, change everything.