Lost" (Part 3 of 3)

It had been a day since Grafton, Shale and Murphy were captured by some stranded Jem'Hadar, who still thought that the Federation and the Dominion were at war.

"Hey Chief can you help with this power coupling, the old shoulder still can't lift that good." Grafton said standing in front of an open panel.

"Yeah, just a second, let my finish this coupling." Rick said using a Federation toolkit that a Jem'Hadar had taken from the downed shuttle.

"So what's your plan sir ?" Shale said pushing in the coupling and then using a sonic spanner.

"I have an idea, we get power going then work from there." Grafton said opening another control panel. "How many Jem'Hadar do you think there are here ?"

"Sir, I say about sixty-one Jem'Hadar and one Vorta. They appear to have enough 'White' handy. I am on planning to get the Third to turn on his Vorta." Shale said using another tool to get the ships, power relay functional.

"No !!!, If you do that you're going to face a court martial." Grafton said in a loud tone catching the Jem'Hadar's attention.

"Sorry for shouting..." Grafton handled it smoothly.

"I'm Sixty Norgal Clan." The guard said, standing at attention.

The two worked for four hours and then left the ship and went outside. It was cold, as usual. Campfires were seen all around the base camp. Shale put on his tunic and sat down near the farthest campfire and Grafton followed. Rick took his boots off and looked up to see a Jem'Hadar walking towards him.

"Ah shoot, here comes trouble." Shale said.

"I want to talk with you Lieutenant and the Chief. I am Fourth Gerana Clan." The Jem'Hadar took a seat near Lieutenant Grafton.

"Yes Fourth." Shale said "I heard you tell the Vorta, that the war is over. Is it?"

"Yes and your side was defeated." Jake said flexing his left hand. "To be more precise, the Dominion surrendered to prevent further bloodshed."

"I know you're not lying. The Federation is one built on honesty and order. I don't understand why the Founders made war with them." Gerana said setting his rifle down.

Shale saw a chance knocking at the door, as did Grafton.

"Are sick of the Vorta ?" Shale asked.

"Yes, we landed with one hundred and thirty, now down to sixty three. The Vorta has bundled our attempts of fixing our ship."

Jake didn't like the idea he was sharing with Shale. Hell. Shale didn't like it either, but the two knew they had to do something to get home.

"How many of your fellow Jem'Hadar would follow you if you took control of the operation here." Jake asked.

"That would be risky, only thirteen, if we are fortunate. The others would follow Remata to the death, he is loyal to the Order of Things."

Rick was thinking over things. The idea that came to his mind was to form a civil war between the Dominion forces. Then take the ship and get back to the Leviathan, leaving any remaining Jem'Hadar and what to do with them to Captain Devore.

"Listen up, get Ensign Murphy all the loyal officers together and we will abandon camp tonight. And then later on we'll come back and get away on our ship." Grafton said standing up.

"Okay I'll do it. I will lead a new order of things and my hope is have the Third, take leader ship." Gerana stood up.

"Listen up, my fellow Jem'Hadar. Are you sick of being lied to by our Vorta, one who has no spine !. He didn't even tell you that the Dominion War is over."

"He's right, nearly one hundred and thirty million Jem'Hadar died, in that war and the Vorta cares nothing for you." Shale said feeling a sense of anger. "If you continue to follow him, you would all be dead eventually. How much longer can your Vorta keep you here on this planet ? What will happen when the Ketracel White supplies run out ?"

"Enough !." Remata said walking out of the ship with the Vorta. "We must obey the Vorta, it is the 'Order of Things'."

"Why ?. You made a suggestion ten years ago, that would have prevented this from happening. Now look at us and you, he reduced you from First to Third." Gerana pointed his phaser at the Vorta.

At that moment twenty one Jem'Hadar stood behind Gerana and aimed their phaser's at the Vorta. Thirty more came and backed up Remata.

"Leave this place and take those undisciplined Jem'Hadar with you, for when we meet it won't be pretty."

The twenty one Jem'Hadar, and three Federation officers left the camp, Gerana led them to the Valley.

*Okay' it had begun.* Shale thought to himself. Then Rick thought to himself and only remembered never seeing a Jem'Hadar face to face before. After four hours they stopped and talked.

"Lieutenant, I am calling myself Major Gerana. I am going to get off this planet and become a Marine in you Starfleet," Jake saw a smile on the Jem'Hadar's face something he never saw before.

"So where the hell are we going ?" Shale said walking up with a phaser rifle in his hand.

"Three kilometres from here. A cave where we can plan our attack. There I will reorganise our forces. Chief you're the Third. Grafton you must help plan the attack."

"I will just get us there."

The Dominion War ended nine years ago and nobody was informed of this Dominion ship and a transwarp drive. Both senior officers knew if the other Jem'Hadar and the Vorta tried they could take the Leviathan and it's slipstream drive and wreck havoc on anyone.

This planet reminded Rick of a planet he used to hide weapons on for the Maquis. Then it hit Rick that he and the Voyager Maquis were the only survivors of that group, some forty-five people, out of a group that numbered over fifteen thousand.

Now he was a rebel again, but for a different cause, not vengeance, but to help a group of people rise up from their masters. It made the Chief feel rather good about himself.