Call to Arms...: The Dominion War Book 2 (Star Trek Deep Space Nine) (Mass Market Paperback)

~ Diane Carey (Author) "SIR, THE STATION'S shields are holding!..." (more)
Key Phrases: Jem Hadar, Captain Sisko, Deep Space Nine (more...)

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Based on

"Call to Arms"
written by Ira Steven Behr & Robert Hewitt Wolfe

"A Time to Stand"
written by Ira Steven Behr & Hans Beimler

"Sons and Daughters"
written by Bradley Thompson & David Weddle

"Rocks and Shoals"
written by Ronald D. Moore

"Behind the Lines"
written by Rene Echevarria

"Favor the Bold"
written by Ira Steven Behr & Hans Beimler

"Sacrifice of Angels"
written by Ira Steven Behr & Hans Beimler

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Chapter One

"Sir, the station's shields are holding!"

"Impossible. Federation shields have always proven useless against our weapons...."

Ah, battle and its surprises.

Damar's claim about the shields was unexpected, yes, but somehow the Vorta's response was a charming satisfaction. How good it felt to see the elegant "ally" confused.

In the cramped command area of this smelly Jem Hadar ship, Gul Dukat deliberately didn't look at the Vorta representative. So many complications -- having to fly this breed of ship instead of a Cardassian fighter, crewed by the rocky, dim-witted Jem Hadar soldiers. The only familiar face, the only Cardassian face, was that of Damar, now manning the helm.

And having this Vorta individual on his flagship, guiding the touchy alliance between the Cardassians and the race calling themselves the Dominion from halfway across the galaxy...little of this arrangement settled well in a man's stomach. This was a bittersweet situation, to have a Vorta on each Jem Hadar ship. At least they didn't insist upon also having a Vorta on each Cardassian ship. That would've been almost impossible to shove down the throats of Cardassian Guls.

He watched as asteroid-sized cauliflowers of flame and energy bounced from the shields of station Terok Nor as ships fired over and over. There was something satisfying about that, about the invading Jem Hadar vanguard finally feeling the sting of repellent force, giving Gul Dukat a surge of pleasure even as his own weapon fire sheeted ineffectually out into open space.

And seeing the Vorta's chiseled face and pale-jewel eyes crimped in confusion, seeing the self-greatened political officer of the Dominion set back a pace, was worth the momentary loss.

Dukat raised his chin -- a childish but effective maneuver and gloated in the wake of the setback.

"I've found it wise," he began, "never to underestimate the Federation's technical skills or Captain Sisko's resourcefulness." Having blithely thus dismissed the Vorta, he turned to Damar. "Bring us around for another pass."

What a majestic sight -- the chunky Cardassian architecture of Terok Nor, a clawed, leggy metal knot hanging in space, called Deep Space Nine by those who had occupied it for the past few years...the United Federation of Planets.

Soon the station would be Terok Nor once again, and there would be Cardassians running the powerful weapons, turning those arrays on Federation ships. That would be a good moment. Dukat had spent many years claiming that such a moment would come, and now it was imminent.

Yet, for just an instant, the order to open fire had come hard from his lips. Over these years he had formed a strange kind of relationship with many of these people, these enemies, upon whom now he would unleash the power of a spaceborne armada.

Hesitation? Regret?

Destructive energy burbled across the station's shields, and the shields held. The Federation had made some kind of adjustment. He had always appreciated the Federation for its ability to come awake and be aggressive, and now he. had been given the little quirky gift of pointing out to the Vorta that the Federation could be tricky enough for good defense too.

At Dukat's order, an entire flank of the attacking armada had swung around for a second pass against the carefully directed returning fire from the station's upper phaser arrays. In his mind, Dukat could see Captain Benjamin Sisko and his crew working in the Operations center, doing nothing arbitrary, targeting every shot, for they knew they were alone out here. Other than their single battleship, the Defiant, now clearly visible beyond the station, there was no other support here.

Although that was a good signal that the Federation was spreading its defenses too thinly, Dukat knew it also let Ben Sisko concentrate on only two fronts -- the ship and the station. That made the maneuvers here simpler, and Sisko was good at punches in tight quarters. The Defiant was right over there, setting up the mine field that, when complete, would protect the mouth of the wormhole which was the only portal for Dominion reinforcements. The wormhole had to be kept open, for the Dominion's sake, yet for Dukat there was something nauseating about needing the Dominion in order to take back Terok Nor. He longed for ways to set himself and all Cardassians apart from the Dominion, their musclebound Jem Hadar pawns, and their silky Vorta mouthpieces.

All around them Jem Hadar ships wheeled in a majestic dance and were obliterated into shimmering blooms against the crisp blackness of space and the encrusted metal body of the station itself. Still more got through and continued attacking the station, and another flank went after the Defiant. The station took a hammering on those enhanced shields, but instead of defending itself, the station's weapon arrays fired upon the Dominion ships going after the Defiant. The station was giving the Defiant's crew cover, time to finish that mine field.

A dangerous portent -- Sisko apparently thought that, between the station and the mine field, the station was the more expendable. Arguable, but still strange....

Who was on the Defiant? Sisko himself? No, he would stay with the station. Several of his officers -- Dax or Worf or Major Kira -- could take command of the ship, but Sisko would think himself more effective in running the station's defense grid and keeping track of all incoming attackers.

"Are you disappointed, Gul Dukat?" the Vorta asked him with that musically sickening voice.

Dukat's neck almost snapped off as he cut short a glance. He used the Vorta's name like a slapping hand. "Why should I be, Weyoun?"

"Perhaps this will be too easy. We will take the station today. Now that you've accepted the superiority of the Dominion, Cardassia will have what it could not possess on its own. Others too are seeing the great light of the Founders' wisdom...the Romulans, the Tholians, the Miradorn, and now even the Bajorans have accepted the inevitable and made treaties with us."

With a bitter smile, Dukat shook his head. "Do you actually believe the Bajorans wish to be our allies? No, no...and they're not afraid of us, either. Not those brats who fought me unremittingly during the Cardassian occupation of the planet. No, you misunderstand."

"Your instincts tell you differently?" Weyoun asked. "The Bajoran treaty is some kind of trick?"

"Not a trick...a message."

"From whom?"

"From Benjamin Sisko. He is their emissary with the beings who live in the wormhole. The Bajorans would listen to him. I'm sure he was the one who convinced them to make a treaty with the Dominion, just as I'm sure the treaty is a shield, not a bond. That agreement is a message from him to me. It means to tell me that he is already beginning to maneuver events."

Weyoun's intelligent eyes flickered with concern, then changed. "You read too much into things."

"Do I?" Dukat handed back. "Then I must be foolish to notice that Starfleet has not defended the station with a flank of ships. All we have here is the Defiant, which is doing a job over there, and the station taking the blows and defending itself. I must be overly cautious to appreciate the station's enhanced firepower and shields. No, there is some reason for this...perhaps they're sacrificing the station for some reason. Something else is at work here....We would be imprudent to think else."

Around them, on every screen, Dominion ships speared toward the station. Several, at least eight, were instantly obliterated, lighting space with fireballs of primary detonation, then a second plume as the ships weapons or fuel ignited. Battle in space was a glossy thing. In a line with Dukat's flagship were the Cardassian flanks, which he had deliberately held back, allowing the Jem Hadar t

Product Details

• Mass Market Paperback: 267 pages
• Publisher: Star Trek; Novelization edition (October 1, 1998)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0671024973
• ISBN-13: 978-0671024970
• Product Dimensions: 6.8 x 4.2 x 0.8 inches
• Shipping Weight: 4.8 ounces
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars My Advice: Read Something Else, September 2, 2001

By	Roger A. Mccoy (Stockton, CA USA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

I recently read through Dominion War 2 and 4. As I write this, it is 9/1/01, so I've had plenty of time for the episodes to churn through my head... I couldn't believe much of what I was reading. I remember enjoying most of the Diane Carey books I've read, including her novelizations, but this one was, shall we say, less than enjoyable. The necessary condensation of the episodes is frustrating at times, many of the best scenes being removed, but I expected that with 6 1/2 hours of TV being adapted into a little over 500 pages. But much of the writing makes me wonder if Diane Carey really watched the show. The characters just don't sync up with what we see on-screen. Here Sisko is not the same captain who read the names of every casualty in the war. He his cold, caring only about his immediate goals and ignoring the deaths of hundreds or thousands. (Admittedly, much of the relevant on-screen character development came AFTER the novel was written.) The "Tex" character (a less-than-subtle allusion to Chuck Norris) seems completely out of place, and serves as a ridiculous deus ex machina to allow O'Brien to escape the Jem'Hadar. But not before he outruns a dozen Jem'Hadar shooting at him... on foot... with an injured knee. In both of these novels (and "What You Leave Behind") the Jem'Hadar are treated as slow and stupid, and Carey repeatedly insists that they were bred for space combat, and clumsy on land. This attitude also makes the complex characters in "Rocks and Shoals" seem out of place.In the end, I often found myslef wondering if the author was confusing the Jem'Hadar and the Borg. (Why *does* she incessantly refer to the Jem'Hadar as white? She did the same thing in her novelization of WYLB.) Also the scale of the war frequently seems diminished from what we encounter on the show. Even the novel covers are symptomatic of this, showing only two ships on each cover. Don't get me wrong: The novel isn't horrifyingly bad. Despite my many qualms, I got through it rather painlessly. But it was a strain to see so much inconsistency. Spelling and logical mistakes abound as well. The Jem'Hadar are mispelled EVERY SINGLE TIME in book 2. NOVEL-ONLY SPOILER: The Centaur is chased by three Jem'Hadar ships: One breaks off, one is destroyed (by throwing a rope at it, no less [in a way that admittedly SOUNDS good, but when broken down, just wouldn't work]), and the Centaur gets home safe. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER SHIP??? Please, save yourself an exercise in frustration and just find something else to read.

2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:

3.0 out of 5 stars Carey could've done better, February 17, 2000

By	Jim, the Trek Reviewer (Amazon.com) - See all my reviews

My favorite Trek writer is Diane Carey. I've read a few of her TNG books. But Dominion War Book 2 wasn't the best she's done. I didn't enjoy this novel as much as DW Book 1 and 3 by John Vornholt. Maybe it's the fact that I don't like DS9 as much as TNG, or maybe it's because it was a novelization. Novelizations are okay, but real imagination comes out in original novels.

Better luck next time, Carey!

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3.0 out of 5 stars Retells TV shows, but still interesting, November 20, 1999

By	James Owen Lowe (Elkhart, IN) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

One thing I didn't know when I set out to read this book was that it retold the stories of several episodes, however some were told from points of view not seen in the show. I found those quirks interesting, but I was looking for an original story when I sat down to read it. Overall, it was an interesting read.