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"Space: 1999 - A New Moon Over Bajor"
By Ariana
Originally published 1999; re-issued April 2006
(Space1999Fiction.com & Space1999.org imprint)
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At the end of the 20th century, a cataclysmic event hurls Earth's moon into the depths of interstellar space. Over three hundred humans aboard Moonbase Alpha begin an odyssey without end.
In the 24th century, humanity has reached the stars, mastered incredible technologies and learned to live peacefully within a United Federation of Planets, save for a few races that demand the destruction of their idealized existence.
Fate has drawn the wayward moon into a parallel universe of the future... and into a divergent timeline where the lunar accident never occured. The Alphans find themselves emerging from a wormhole--and into close proximity with Federation outpost Deep Space Nine and the planet Bajor.
Alphan Commander John Koenig is determined to return his people to their own reality, but personal matters compound their plight. And worse yet, a war between the Federation and the Dominion--and the moon's unalterable course into the heart of the Bajoran system--may finally end their journey.
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"Her needs aren't that special," said Russell with a smile. "You can rehydrate her the same way as you would any human her size."
"Understood." Bashir pressed the appropriate control; the biobed would automatically beam in the required moisture. Maya twitched momentarily, but then became still again. "She's very sensitive to any kind of treatment, isn't she?" remarked Bashir. "She could even feel the regenerator... that's one of our devices. Humanoids don't usually feel anything when I use it, but she did."
He turned to Russell and found her staring at the console he was using. Realising he was watching her, she looked up at him with a start. "Hmm? Oh yes, she has a complete awareness of every particle in her body. That's how she can metamorphose into different shapes, by visualising her individual molecules and then rearranging them to create the new form. Obviously, if you add or remove any part of her, she feels it."
Bashir was about to ask more about this, when Odo joined their conversation. "So she uses her mind to shapeshift from one solid form to another? That's interesting. I don't have to concentrate at all. I just change shape when I want to."
"You can change shape too?" asked Russell. "You don't look like a Psychon, but they're the only humanoids we've encountered who could do this. And Maya is the last of her species in our universe."
"I'm not a humanoid," said Odo shortly. For some reason, he looked at Verdeschi, as if daring him to say anything, but the Alphan simply looked away and remained silent.
Sensing that the Changeling was unwilling to discuss the subject any further, Bashir clapped his hands together rather noisily. "Now... I don't know if you realise this, but it's actually our evening now. Since Maya will have to stay in the Infirmary until she has recovered, I suggest you stay over here on the station. Now would be an ideal opportunity to get you some guest quarters, don't you think, Odo?"
It was a spur of the moment suggestion, but given how concerned the Alphans seemed for the well-being of their crewmate, he had a feeling they wouldn't want to leave her alone on the station anyway.
The Alphans were visibly surprised by the proposal, which Odo immediately backed up. "We can have some quarters prepared for you within half an hour," said the Changeling. "Including for your pilot, if he wants to leave his ship..."
Russell smiled at Odo and then looked at Koenig. "Mr. Odo was very surprised to find Alan was going to stay on the Eagle while I came here."
Koenig acknowledged her remark with a smile, but then glanced at Verdeschi and said, "I appreciate the offer, but I think it would be best if I returned to Alpha for the night. I feel I should be with the rest of my crew, and I need to update them on our situation over here. Helena, you can stay here with Tony and monitor Maya overnight. Alan and I will come back tomorrow. In the meantime, I think we're still within range to use our commlocks. You can call us if we're needed."
Russell immediately unclipped the device she wore on her belt and looked down at its tiny screen. "Yes, I'm still receiving Alpha's signal."
"You can always use one of our communicators," offered Bashir. "In case there was some interference... or something." It struck him as he made the offer that it would just sound like a lame excuse to make himself look good in Russell's eyes... which it was, he realised.
"Thank you," said Russell with a kind smile. She looked down at the device she was holding and then raised her eyes to Bashir again. "There was something else, Doctor... Julian. I was looking at your instruments, and I was wondering if you could perhaps clear something up for me." Bashir nodded. "It may seem like a stupid question... but what's the date today?"
Bashir was caught completely off-guard. "Ah... Well, it's stardate 51877.1..." Russell exchanged a puzzled glance with Koenig; realising they didn't understand the stardate, the doctor did some mental arithmetic and added, "...which makes it the evening of October 16, 2374."
The Alphans didn't seem particularly surprised. "The twenty-fourth century," said Russell, looking around at Bashir's instruments. "That makes sense."
"Why? What century do you come from?" asked Bashir.
"The twentieth," answered Russell. "The last time we saw our Earth was in 1999."
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