“Hey, I’m saving your life right now!” Ro pointed out, but it seemed of little consolation to the Ferengi.
“Fine,” he practically sobbed, and began to mutter to himself again, though it sounded quite distinctly mournful this time. With an exaggerated and deliberate gesture, he stabbed at a control panel on his sensor array. Ro sighed with relief, and left the comm without so much as a good-bye to the Ferengi.
She wandered away from the landing field and walked aimlessly around the perimeter of the village, finding the copse of trees where she had once taken a little walk with Bis, to hide from Bram. She remembered hoping that he would kiss her. It was so foolish, she recognized now, not just the thoughts she’d had as a younger girl, but that she’d been so easily convinced to take part in such a dangerous and costly plan by the promise of… what? Love? She almost laughed out loud at it now. Even after all she’d shared with him, all of herself that she’d given him, Bis had just been expecting her to go back to Jeraddo, go back to Jo’kala, without a second thought of him.
Where would she go now? She could not very well wait for Bis to take her to Jeraddo; he’d be so angry with her when he learned what she had done that he would be sure to… She didn’t know what he would do, but she had no intention of finding out. She didn’t want to go back to Bajor, anyway. The way she saw it, she had only one choice.
Before she’d gone to the moon of that gas giant, she’d known that there was much more to the universe, that it was crammed with people who took no notice of the simple dichotomy between Cardassian and Bajoran. But it had never occurred to her that she might somehow be part of that other universe, a universe where she might be regarded as something beyond the identity she’d somehow stumbled into. Orphan, pickpocket, resistance fighter-she didn’t want to be any of those things anymore. She just wanted to be Ro Laren. The trouble was, she didn’t know who Ro Laren could be.
She took one last look at the copse of pathetic little trees, thought that she would miss the majestic forests of Jo’kala, and then she squeezed the comm device that was still in her pocket, the device she’d neglected to give back to Bis. She felt a strange whirring deep in the very essense of her body’s composition as she was transported into the pilot seat of the shuttle, one of the last warp vessels on Valo II. It was a shame that she had to take it from them, but she could think of no other way. The defeat she saw on her world, the petty squabbles and the justification of such heinous acts in the name of liberation-maybe now she could go to a place where she could really make a difference. Maybe now she could find out who she really was, and what she really wanted.
“How can this be?” Kalisi Reyar was shouting, and Mora could hear every word as he poked his head out of his laboratory.
“It’s a very good question,” Yopal answered her. “I don’t understand how you could let a thing like this happen, Doctor Reyar.”
“It was a security measure!” Reyar answered, her voice high and angry. “I assumed the system here was safe! Why would I risk copying my research, leaving it where anyone could get hold of it, could steal it from me-“
“Protecting your work from terrorists should have taken precedence over your concerns regarding provenance for your achievements.” Yopal’s voice had gone cold.
“How was I to know that a terrorist was working right alongside us?”
Mora turned to Odo’s tank, where the shape-shifter was apparently regenerating. “Odo,” he said, keeping his voice authoritative, though the conversation down the hall had him very frightened.
After a moment, the shape-shifter writhed and twisted into partially humanoid form, his features glassy and liquid. “What is it, Doctor Mora?”
“Odo, did you… happen to… notice anything unusual happening in the laboratory last night?” His voice had dropped, the worry showing through.
Odo’s features solidified. His eyes were devoid of expression, but his hesitation suggested he was afraid to answer.
“Never mind,” Mora told him. “Odo, if you saw anything, you must not repeat it to anyone, do you understand? If anyone asks, you didn’t see anything happen here last night.”
“I… saw nothing,” Odo said, and Mora didn’t know if he was telling the truth, or only following Mora’s instructions. Either way, it would have to do. Mora left Odo in his tank and headed for where Yopal and Reyar were still arguing.
“Good morning, Doctors,” Mora said with convincing neutrality.
“Doctor Mora!” Yopal exclaimed when she saw him. “A terrible thing has happened! Doctor Reyar’s research has been stolen!”
Mora took a step back. “You don’t say!”
“It was your friend Daul!” Reyar shouted. “I suppose you heard what he did-he sabotaged the work camp he’d been assigned to! And then he stole my research!”
“You don’t say,” Mora said again, his voice growing faint now. “I… I hadn’t heard.” Daul? So he was behind this?
“It’s all over the comnet, Mora!”
“I… don’t have access to the Cardassian comnet,” Mora said. His personal laboratory computer was programmed to block him from the Cardassian channel.
“Yes,” Yopal sighed. “Unfortunately, it does seem that our Doctor Daul is responsible for wreaking quite a bit of havoc. Last night, the main computer server at Gallitep was sabotaged-destroyed. Nearly all the Bajoran prisoners escaped, several guards were killed in the accident-and Doctor Daul was killed, as well.”
Mora heard himself gasp, and then quickly shut his mouth. “How… terrible,” he said.
“On top of all of that unpleasantness, Doctor Reyar’s research has been destroyed, the permanent files on her computer corrupted,” Yopal went on. “Apparently, Daul was working in conjunction with a group of terrorists. Our transporter was accessed last night, and Daul’s passcode was the last one used. The security cams have all been wiped, as have all the last transporter coordinates. Only Daul could have orchestrated something like this. I knew it was foolish to allow him to use the transporters.”
“What did you know of this?” Reyar asked Mora accusingly. “What did Daul say to you?”
“Nothing!” Mora insisted, feeling like a terrible coward. He couldn’t believe Daul had the wherewithal-the courage-to pull off a thing so spectacularly dangerous. “I… haven’t spoken to Daul in almost a week. I assure you, if he’d said anything regarding sabotage-or theft-I would have reported him!”
Yopal turned to Reyar. “I’m sure our Doctor Mora knew absolutely nothing of this.”
Mora did his best to conceal a sigh of relief.
Reyar went on. “I’ll have to start practically from the beginning!” she complained.
“That’s enough, Doctor Reyar. We should think of the forty-seven brave Cardassians who lost their lives trying to protect Gallitep.”
Reyar was undaunted. “It was my life’s work, and now it’s all gone!”
“Well, at any rate, you’ll be able to recall most of it, of course,” Yopal said calmly.
Mora distinctly read uncertainty in Reyar’s eyes before she answered. “Yes, of course.”
Yopal went on. “You’ll just need someone to act as a scribe. And Doctor Mora is going to help you do that.”
Mora thought about what Reyar had been working on-the anti-aircraft device, something to shoot down terrorist raiders. He felt oddly triumphant on Daul’s behalf, through his fear and guilt-and it quickly occurred to him that maybe he could do something as well-nothing so grand, but something nonetheless.
So, he thought, I’m going to be helping Doctor Reyar salvage her research, am I? Well, he intended to make it very difficult for her; he decided it right then and there.
“Meanwhile, Mora, there is something else I’d like to discuss with you,” Yopal said, and her artificial smile looked more forced than ever. “I’ve decided that it might be more… comfortable for you if I make a little… place for you to stay, here at the institute. That way, you won’t have to be bothered with traveling such a long distance back to the village. You see, we Cardassians all live at the nearby settlement, but you’ve got such a lengthy commute from the village…”
“I’m to live here?” Mora said, surprised. It immediately dawned on him what was happening-he was no longer permitted to leave.
“Yes, I think that would be best, don’t you?”
Mora nodded, for there was nothing else left to do. He supposed he should be grateful, after what had happened with Daul, that they weren’t simply sending him straight to a work camp. He was the last Bajoran here, and he’d better not forget it. The Cardassians obviously weren’t going to.
“Gul Dukat, I have something to show you!” Basso burst into the conference room with the isolinear recording in hand, and the prefect looked up from the long table where he was seated with his visitors, a damage assessment team from sciences.
“Basso! I believe I’ve asked you numerous times not to-“
“It’s about Gallitep, sir.”
Dukat immediately stopped what he was doing and excused himself from his visitors. The sabotage of the camp took precedence over all else; Dukat was eager to amplify the blame laid on Darhe’el for the disaster, no small task. Gul Darhe’el had been away from Gallitep when the mass escape and near total destruction of the camp had taken place; at worst, he was guilty of poor timing, although he had specifically asked for that Bajoran scientist, the one who’d acted on behalf of the terrorists. Dukat had gone out of his way to say as much in every report heading back to Cardassia Prime. If there was anything Basso could tell him that might be useful in his quest to see Darhe’el disgraced, Dukat was eager to hear it.
Leaving the conference room, he walked briskly back to his office, the Bajoran at his heels. When the door had closed behind them, he nodded for Basso to continue.
The Bajoran was breathless-from excitement or exertion, Dukat didn’t know. “I reviewed all the security rods from the day of the disaster, as you asked me, and I found one that has something you need to see.”
“Very good,” Dukat said, and sat down at his office desk.
Basso quickly plugged the recording into a nearby monitor and found the sequence he was looking for. Dukat squinted to view the footage. “Enhance,” Basso told the computer, and the focus pulled in on a group of people edging along one of the narrow roads that lined the open-pit mine.
“There,” Basso told him, pointing to the screen. “That’s Shakaar Edon, the leader of a cell just out of Dahkur.”
Dukat nodded. “So, we know who is responsible for Gallitep. But this doesn’t get us any closer to-“
“No, no, sir, there’s more.” Basso progressed the recording a few steps further, to show another crowd shot on a road further below the first point. “Enhance,” he said again, and pointed to the slender red-haired figure that appeared onscreen. He didn’t need to say more.
“Nerys,” Dukat breathed.
Kira mostly felt triumphant, for she’d just taken part in one of the biggest missions in the history of the Shakaar cell. She’d personally had a hand in liberating the worst camp on all of Bajor. She felt dizzied from all the praise that was being heaped on her, from not only Lupaza, but Dakhana, Mobara-even Shakaar himself had commended her courage and clear thinking.
The Shakaar cell had taken proper time and measure to grieve as well as celebrate, for two members of the group had not made it back. Mobara had been unable to get a lock on two of the communicators, and made the assumption that they had been destroyed. Ornak later confirmed that Matram Tryst had blown himself up, taking at least twenty Cardassian guards with him-along with Par Lusa. Par had been only eighteen years old, and Matram not much older than that. But they’d known the risks… just as Kira did.
She couldn’t stop thinking about one small thing, certainly small against the overwhelming sense of victory that had accompanied the sight of all those Bajorans suddenly appearing in the forest of Dahkur, many of them so near to death that Kira knew they would not have made it for one more day inside that camp. They could go home now, and those who were sick could at least live out their last moments in freedom, hopefully with their families or loved ones. But there was one Bajoran who wouldn’t ever see his loved ones again-the scientist who had made it all possible. And that small thing kept at her, throughout the celebration, throughout the glowing aftermath of Gallitep’s liberation.
She had gone to sit outside the cave, watching Bajor’s moons as they very slowly crept from behind the mountains in the west, one after the other. The closest moon was a deep orange, tinted by the haze in the atmosphere. She wondered what it had looked like in the days before the Cardassians’ various mining and manufacturing interests had tainted the air with billowing clouds of pollution. People said the moons were once the color of fusionstone, nearly white sometimes on summer nights. Kira absently drew circles in the dust with a stick, briefly calling to mind thoughts of her mother, the artist, and wondering why she’d never had any talent of her own.
“Nerys,” called a gentle voice-Lupaza, of course, emerging from the cave.
“I’m here,” Kira answered her, setting down the stick.
“What are you thinking about?”
Kira shrugged. “Nothing,” she said unconvincingly.
Lupaza pursed her lips. “You’re not still thinking about that scientist, are you?”
“No,” Kira said. “Yes. A little bit.”
Lupaza squatted on her heels. “Nerys,” she said. “You need to understand something right now. That man-he was a collaborator. It’s true that in the end, he did what he could to compensate for the evil he’d been responsible for, but… it’s only right that he ultimately gave his life for the struggle. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Kira said listlessly, picking up the stick again.
“Nerys,” Lupaza said, her voice not quite so gentle now. “If you want to fight in the resistance-if you really want to be in this cell, or any cell-you’d better get used to the idea that Bajorans have to die sometimes. Not just the people in your cell, which is bad enough, but sometimes… Bajorans have to die, and we have to kill them. It doesn’t matter how brave you are, how strong-if you can’t come to terms with killing collaborators, then you’d better go home to your father right now.”
Lupaza stood up, and made to go back into the cave. “Really, it’s a good thing that scientist was killed. Because if I were him, I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself, after seeing what those people in that camp looked like.”
“You’re right,” Kira said quickly, before Lupaza could go inside. “I know you’re right.” She managed a weak smile at Lupaza, genuinely feeling a little better. Lupaza smiled back, and held her hand out to pull Kira to her feet.
Lupaza went on. “It’s difficult to understand, maybe, but this war we’re fighting… it’s not just a matter of Bajorans versus Cardassians. This is a fight between what’s right, and what’s evil. And the face of evil sometimes looks unsettlingly like your own. It could be someone that you know. It could be a member of your own family. It could be the boy that… the boy you were supposed to marry, the boy you thought was the love of your life. But it’s still evil, nonetheless.”
Kira nodded, remembering what Lupaza had mentioned of her ih’tanu.
“Let’s go inside,” Lupaza told the younger girl, changing her tone. “There’s a glass of copal in there with your name on it.”
“Copal!” Kira exclaimed.
“Sure,” Lupaza said. “You’re old enough to handle something like Gallitep, I think you’re beyond old enough to have a little old glass of copal.”
Kira nodded, eager to taste her first cider with the rest of the cell. For if Gallitep had been her formal initiation into the cell, the event that would finally persuade the others to stop calling her “little girl” would probably be a round or two of copal with Shakaar. It would do the job better than an ih’tanu could have.
A cheer went up as Kira and Lupaza entered the cave, one of many cheers that had been erupting throughout the evening, and Lupaza poured Kira a stoneware tumbler full of strong cider. Kira took a hesitant sip and willed her face not to crumple with the potent sour flavor that stung the back of her tongue. Another cheer went up as she opened her eyes and raised her cup with a smile.
As the evening blurred into a haze of warm triumph, a cacophony of friendly cheers and songs of victory, Kira recognized that the old ways were really gone for good now. Bajor was a different place than it had once been, a new place. It would never be the same as it was before Kira was born, but her world would be free again. Kira would have a hand in ensuring her people’s freedom, she decided-no matter how many Bajoran collaborators she had to kill to do it. This would be the last time that she would ever mourn the loss of someone who had caused the kind of suffering that she had witnessed at Gallitep. Tonight, she was truly a resistance fighter.
Epilogue
In his office, housed in the business sector of Cardassia Prime, Dost Abor was putting his papers in order as he did every day before he went home. He was a ritualistic person, and though the task was almost entirely meaningless, to neglect it without just cause would have been unthinkable.
When the chime on his comm sounded, he answered it with eagerness, for he was a man whose particular line of work dictated that he had to be ready for anything, at all times. He was anticipating a call, but then there were always those calls that he wasn’t anticipating, and it was important to be just as prepared for the unexpected as for the expected. Abor was nothing if not flexible.
“Mister Abor,” said the woman whose face appeared before him. It was the turnkey in charge of the storeroom at the Ministry of Science, the very person Abor had been expecting to contact him this evening. “We received your request for the item, and it appears that your credentials are all in order. But… we have unfortunate news.”
“And what might that be?” Dost asked, annoyed but unsurprised. The ministry was an inefficient body, even compared to the idiots in Central Command. He already knew the object was lost, he only needed to gather a little more information regarding its disappearance.
“I’m… sorry to have to inform you of this, but the object in question seems to be… missing.”
“Missing!” Abor repeated, with mock surprise. “Tell me, Madam, with an organization as tightly run as yours, how could that possibly be the case?” He did not bother to conceal the sarcasm in his tone.
“Mister Abor, I do apologize, and I can tell you that I don’t know how a thing like this could have happened-nobody has looked at that artifact in years.”
“Who was the last person to see it?” Abor asked her. “Surely there must be an information trail.”
“Well, going by memory alone, I do seem to recall that a former student looked at it, a very long time ago… There was some kind of a to-do about the security system, and the object was classified, but since then-“
“I don’t want you to go by your memory,” Abor told her coolly. “I want you to go by the records. Find out who accessed that object last, and then contact me.”
“Without the container in hand, that may be difficult to ascertain.”
Abor smiled coolly. “Well then,” he told the woman, “I imagine you’ll want to begin looking for the container right away.”
“May I ask why this is so important?” the woman asked him, plainly annoyed at the manner in which she was being spoken to.
“No, you may not,” Abor told her. “It does not concern you.”
A knowing expression came across the woman’s eyes, and Abor punched the disconnect button. If she thought she knew what was going on, she probably couldn’t guess the half of it. But she almost certainly suspected the Order was involved. No matter, Abor decided. If she became a problem, the Order could get rid of her. Tain might be reluctant to arrange it himself, but Abor supposed he had enough influence to make that call on his own.
Of course, it would be ideal to do it before he was sent back to the Valo system. Abor had no intention of allowing another agent to take credit for a breakthrough that was deservedly his to claim. It had been Abor who had uncovered the long-overlooked transmission that he believed might lead the Order to the heart of the risen Oralian Way.
Enabran Tain may have been far less interested in the Bajoran artifacts than his predecessor, but that didn’t mean that Dost Abor had lost interest in them. Abor had recently learned that the artifact from the Ministry of Science was the only one that had ever gone on record as causing anyone to have any kind of so-called “mystical” experience since it had been removed from Bajor.
Abor was not certain, but he believed that the artifact in question had been removed from Bajor under the authority of Rhan Ico, one of many agents who had disappeared during the upheaval that followed Tain’s assumption of office. There was a short interim during which the vast and untraceable contents of the Order’s storage facility had been ransacked by several agents who protested Tain’s impending status; those agents had all disappeared shortly following the incident-and so had at least one of the Orbs of Bajor.
Tain was unconcerned about the breach; the old man was convinced that there was no weight to the stories surrounding the artifacts, the suggestion that whoever possessed them might be privy to a kind of second sight, an indefinable source of knowledge and power. But Abor, who had been in the Order at the time of the first artifact’s retrieval from Bajor, remembered a few details about that original group of Oralians, those the Order and Central Command had conspired to exterminate. The Oralians had developed a particular fascination with Bajoran religion, and the artifacts that came with it. Now that the Oralians were said to be growing in numbers once again, Tain was sure that it was only a matter of time before Central Command began to tolerate them, and possibly even to condone their foolish, imaginary ideologies. Enabran Tain made no secret of his disdain for many of Central Command’s “softer” policies, believing that the military was weakening due at least in part to the sudden influx of wealth from Bajor, turning soldiers who had once been hard and ruthless into soft, complacent politicians-most notably, Gul Dukat.
Reviewing old transmissions when he was last stationed on Valo VI, Abor had discovered an archived communique between Yannik Reyar, the military’s liaison with the Order, and his daughter, who apparently worked at the Ministry of Science several years before. Their conversation referenced a Bajoran artifact, one that Dost Abor was certain had been taken from the Obsidian Order, somehow finding its way to the ministry. Tain had shown little interest when Abor sent word that he might have located an item that had been missing from the Order’s catalogued inventory. But, Abor hoped, when he assembled his case, Tain would take notice-for Abor had done a bit of digging since he first came across the transmission, and he intended to find not only the Orb, but the woman who had handled it last-the woman who had apparently attempted to hide it-the woman he believed to be the Guide for the Oralian Way.
Appendix I: Bajor
Characters
Akhere Bis: (male) Resident of Valo II
Akhere Juk: (male) Resident of Valo II, father of Akhere Bis
Arin: (male) Kai of the Bajoran faith (Terok Nor: Day of the Vipers)
Aro Seefa: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Ornathia cell
Basso Tromac: (male) Personal aide to Gul Dukat. (DS9/”Wrongs Darker Than Death or Night”)
Bram Adir: (male) Resistance fighter, leader of the Bram cell
Crea: (female) Resistance fighter, member of the Ornathia cell
Dakahna Vass: (female) Resistance fighter, member of the Shakaar cell
Darrah Mace: (male) Resident of Valo II, former member of the Bajoran Militia (Terok Nor: Day of the Vipers)
Daul Mirosha: (male) Researcher at the Bajoran Institute of Science
Dava: (male) A kai who lived several hundred years prior to the Cardassian occupation
Faon: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Bram cell
Furel: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Shakaar cell (DS9/”Shakaar”)
Gantt: (male) Resistance fighter and medic, member of the Shakaar cell (DS9/”Ties of Blood and Water”)
Halpas: Palin (male) Resistance fighter, leader of the Halpas cell
Hintasi: (male) Resident of Valo II
Istani Reyla: (female) Monk, friend of the Kira family (DS9/Avatar)
Kanore: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Bram cell (TNG/”Preemptive Strike”)
Keeve Falor: (male) Resident of Valo II, former member of the Bajoran Chamber of Ministers (TNG/”Ensign Ro”)
Ketauna: (male) Artist, follower of Opaka Sulan
Kira Meru: (female) Mistress of Gul Dukat, mother of Kira Nerys (DS9/”Wrongs Darker Than Death or Night”)
Kira Nerys: (female) Resistance fighter, member of the Shakaar cell (DS9/”Emissary”)
Kira Pohl: (male) Brother of Kira Nerys (DS9/”Wrongs Darker Than Death or Night”)
Kira Reon: (male) Brother of Kira Nerys (DS9/”Wrongs Darker Than Death or Night”)
Kira Taban: (male) Father of Kira Nerys (DS9/”Ties of Blood and Water”)
Kubus Oak: (male) Special liaison between Gul Dukat and the Caradassian-sanctioned Bajoran government (DS9/”The Collaborator”)
Lafe Darin: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Halpas cell, lifelong friend of Lenaris Holem
Legan Duravit: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Ornathia cell
Legan Fin: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Ornathia cell
Lenaris Holem: (male) Resistance fighter, former member of the Halpas cell and later the Ornathia cell (DS9/”Shakaar”)
Lenaris Jau: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Ornathia cell, brother of Lenaris Holem
Lenaris Pendan: (male) Father of Lenaris Holem and Lenaris Jau
Lino: (male) Resident of Valo II
Luma Rahl: (female) Friend of Kira Meru (DS9/”Wrongs Darker Than Death or Night”)
Lupaza: (female) Resistance fighter, member of the Shakaar cell (DS9/”Shakaar”)
Matram Tryst: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Shakaar cell
Mesto Drade: (male) Resident of Rakantha Province
Mobara: (male) Resistance fighter and engineer, member of the Shakaar cell (DS9/”Shakaar”)
Mora Pol: (male) Researcher at the Bajoran Institute of Science (DS9/”The Alternate”)
Opaka Bekar: (male) Husband of Opaka Sulan
Opaka Fasil: (male) Son of Opaka Sulan (Opaka’s son is first mentioned, but not named, in DS9/”The Collaborator”)
Opaka Sulan: (female) Priest at the Kendra shrine, later kai of the Bajoran faith (DS9/”Emissary”; Opaka’s given name was established in DS9/Rising Son)
Ornak: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Shakaar cell (DS9/”Shakaar”)
Ornathia Delle: (female) Resistance fighter, member of Ornathia cell, cousin of Ornathia Lac
Ornathia Harta: (female) Resistance fighter, member of the Ornathia cell, cousin of Ornathia Lac
Ornathia Lac: (male) Resistance fighter, leader of the Ornathia cell
Ornathia Nerissa: (female) Resistance fighter with the Ornathia cell
Ornathia Sten: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Ornathia cell, cousin of Ornathia Lac
Ornathia Taryl: (female) Resistance fighter, member of the Ornathia cell, sister of Ornathia Lac
Par Lusa: (male) Resistance fighter with the Shakaar cell
Petra Chan: (female) Childhood friend of Kira Nerys
Porta: (male) Priest, friend of the Kira family (DS9/”Accession”)
Res: (male) Resistance fighter with the Ornathia cell
Ro Gale: (male) Father of Ro Laren (Gale’s name comes from a computer screen graphic in TNG/”The Next Phase”)
Ro Laren: (female) Resistance fighter, member of the Bram cell (TNG/”Ensign Ro”)
Sadakita Rass: (female) Resistance fighter, member of the Bram cell
Shakaar Edon: (male) Resistance fighter, leader of the Shakaar resistance cell (DS9/”Shakaar”)
Shev: (male) Resident of Yarlin, follower of Opaka Sulan
Sorash Mabey: (female) Resident of Dahkur Province
Tancha: (female) Resistance fighter with Ornathia cell
Thera Tibb: (female) Resident of Relliketh
Thill Revi: (male) Resident of Rakantha Province
Tiven Cohr: (male) Resistance fighter and engineer, member of the Halpas cell
Tokiah: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Bram cell
Tora Naprem: (female) Mistress of Gul Dukat, mother of Tora Ziyal (DS9/”Indiscretion”)
Trakor: (male) Ancient religious figure, writer of prophecies (DS9/”Destiny”)
Tynara: (female) Gallitep laborer
Vusan: (male) Resistance fighter, member of the Ornathia cell
Winn Adami: (female) Monk, friend of the Ornathia family (DS9/”In the Hands of the Prophets”)
Places