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                  Rebellion: Is There Salvation?
Catherine Allan

  Kair collapsed of exhaustion somewhere in the ventillation shafts. At
least it was warm, the air rushing from the spill-zone having been
heated by the radioactive spill itself. She smiled, having gained a
death she earned. The air was likely to carry radiation with it, which
would make her slowly fall ill before withering away herself.
  Pain pays for pain.
  Kair slept in the rush of warm air, her pain dwindling from her
awareness as sleep overtook all. In her dream the Station shifted and
spun around her. When she woke, people stood around her sleeping form,
speaking languages she wasn't supposed to understand. Part of herself,
deep within, knew these languages, but Kair wasn't allowed to talk to
her.
  Some of the people were training weapons on her. Kair wanted one of
those weapons at her hip, instead of the knife. _Ah, yes, but the knife
can prove to them I'm humanoid._
  She drew the knife and brought her hand down on its point, letting the
blood drip down to the floor; then, because of her depression, started
the Chant of the Ancestors. "Alea. Valea Su. A Lea. Va Lea Sul..."
  An expectant Bajoran drew forward, helped Kair put away her knife. In
High Bajoran, "All are friends, here."
  Kair broke down and cried, sobbing in a rare Mountain dialect, "I am
dead... I should be *dead*."

  "Templer?"
  "Yes?" Sisko turned from the observation port. One of the rebels was
leading a dishevelled Bajoran towards him. This, he knew, was going to
lead to trouble.
  "We need to see Odo. He's the only one in this cell who understands
this woman's language. Diral thinks she might be suicidal..."
  _Wonderful._ He caught her careless gaze; those were eyes that didn't
expect to see much for long and so, saw nothing. Ben Sisko, ex-Starfleet
captain, ex-officer, took her hand and guided her down to their stolen
ship.
  The Bajoran stumbled along like a prisoner.

  "And how are you this morning?" Bashir re-calibrated his equipment.
  "Apart from the chemicals, and the irritation of that damn
regenerator, not to *mention* the fact I'm still ill - fine."
  Julian laughed, "At least you still have that sense of humour."
  Odo watched him putter about the lab, memories casting him back to the
few times he was ill under Mora's 'care'. "I have heard some humans say
that laughter is the best medicine..."
  "Does it work?"
  "Not in the slightest."
  Julian sighed, "I've tried everything that should have worked. I've
even used techniques that *looked* like they'd work in the
simulations... I'm sorry."
  Odo turned to examine the doctor's face. Julian was going to start
blaming himself for his illness if Odo wasn't careful. "None of this is
your fault, Doctor," Odo soothed, "I accepted the risks when I started
this rebellion."
  Sisko entered, escorting a disassociated Bajoran, "Constable? This
lady is need of an interpreter."
  He switched to High Bajoran, "Welcome to the company of friends."
  She responded in an extinct Mountain tongue. "I am dead..."
  Odo sighed, swapping back to Standard English, "Hello, Jhyrl," he
grated, "come back to sentence me for my crimes?"

  Sisko let her go the instant he felt her flesh shiver and soften. He'd
never seen a Founder have so much trouble shapeshifting. His hand was on
his phaser in a second; not that he supposed it would do much good.
  The Foundress, Jhyrl, looked as downcast and suicidal as had her
Bajoran form. Her voice was uncharacteristically saddened, as if by a
great loss. "There is no need. I have been outcast by my people."
  "It's been catching," Odo rumbled.
  She sighed, "Did these solids do this to you?"
  "No," Odo was watching her very carefully, even though she didn't
move, "I did this to myself... There was no way to tell that the formula
I used to change into a humanoid was hazardous."
  She moved, just a step, towards him. Sisko tensed, but Jhyrl made no
other motion before speaking again. "Why do this for the solids? Why do
you fight with them against your own people?"
  "They're not the monsters my people have become."
  Her hand twitched, she made it still, "I did this to you, in a way.
The least I could do is fix it."
  "And what else would you 'fix' while we're linked? Would you just
touch my memories? Or would you remove some of them?"
  Jhyrl said nothing.
  Sisko tried not to hold his breath, waiting for her answer.

To Be Continued...