As like any other day, Colonel Kira got up, dressed and walked to the turbolift to take her to Ops. The fragments of the dream still lingered in her memory. If she let herself, she could still feel his lips pressed on hers, still feel his gentle caress over her bare skin. But she would push those thoughts, memories, away as they were always to good to be true.
Kira arrived at Ops and walked up and across to the station commanders office, her office.
"Colonel," a young ensign reported. "There is an unidentified ship coming through the wormhole."
Kira turned and walked to the front of the of the steps. "Hail them," she ordered.
"They are responding," was the ensign's reply. "They want to beam directly to your office, sir?"
"Tell them that they can beam as close as the transporter pad in Ops." Kira ordered.
"Sir?" the ensign hesitantly asked. "They could very easily be beaming aboard weapons or soldiers on board."
"Screen and deactivate any weapons, have security standing by and an emergency forcefield. Signal security when you are ready.
"Aye, sir." The ensign set about his task of contacting security and putting up the forcefield. Security arrived a few minutes later and stood on stand by.
The visiting ship initialised the transport. While in the transport beam, the beam was screened and scanned for weapons, only to find that were no weapons, and only one humanoid beaming aboard.
"Sir, there are no weapons in the transporter." The ensign reported.
"Place a containment field around the transporter pad," Kira replied.
There was a shimmer of the old Cardassian transporter and a single person was materialised in front of them.
"Colonel, I must speak with you immediately. In your office."
"Yes, of course. Right this way, sir."
Kira led the hooded visitor into the station commanders' office. As soon as the door swooshed shut, the visitor turned to Kira.
"Colonel, you need to immediately raise the shields and prepare the station for a possible invasion." The visitor told her.
"Alright, I will." Kira turned and gave the order to her first officer, Commander Woods, to raise the shields. "Now," she said, turning back to the visitor, "Who are you?"
"That is of no concern to you, Colonel." was the reply.
"Oh, no, sir! You see, someone once gave me very good advice. 'Never believe what you see, double check'. So I ask again, who the hell are you?