Team DS9 - 9
Posted on Mon Nov 3rd, 2025 @ 2:10am by Commander Jennifer Baldric & Commander Dean House & Lieutenant JG Micheal Stevens & Lieutenant JG Ameila Montana & Ensign Kitiuas Thenis ie-Jia'anKahr & Lieutenant Commander Bonnie "Bon-Bon" Durnell
1,885 words; about a 9 minute read
Mission:
For Bajor!
Location: DS9
Timeline: Current
The computer chirped once. "Sorry, unable to comply with your request. Perhaps you should try harder to keep your people from getting hurt." Came the voice reply that clearly sounded like a malicious version of Bonnie.
Bonnie turned the corner, looking for a console she could interface with and spotted Baldric and Kit. "It's not me, I mean it is me, but it's not me, I swear." She said flustered. "She's in the system. I've got to, um, I've got to pull it together. I know how to fix this, she said I do, I just... I don't know." Bonnie looked like she was on the verge of tears as she flustered with her tricorder. "I can fix it. I... "
"You and you, go and get medical help. You, apply pressure here," Baldric grabbed some passersby to do what they could for Kit whilst she moved forward with Bonnie. The voice on the comm was odd, disconcerting, almost condescending.
"What can you fix Bonnie?" She asked gently, seeing the young computer tech rattled.
Bonnie swallowed hard, knuckles white around the tricorder. The readings blurred, she couldn’t tell what was corrupted and what was her own work anymore. “It’s me, I mean, it’s her, she knows my subroutines. My failsafes. She’s rewriting me while I’m trying to rewrite her.”
From the comms, that same malicious echo purred, “Come now, Bonnie. Don’t lie to yourself. You didn’t build safety into chaos, you built a door, a very badly built, unlocked door. And I walked through it.”
“Stop it,” Bonnie hissed, slapping her tricorder shut. Her reflection flickered in a nearby console, distorted, eyes darker, smirk wider. “She’s... she’s mirroring the system pathways. Every command I run, she predicts.”
"How in the holy Hell! Are we getting all of these MU bitches over here??? We definitely do not want to see my Mirror self. I already died once, I'm not doing it again just to kill...well..myself." Dean was slightly livid, but he took a moment to listen to Bonnie's state of mind and being. Resting a careful hand on her shoulder. Just simply giving a nod. 'His' Bonnie had this.
"You're smart Bonnie you can out smart her with that brilliant brain of yours " Baldric said in a reassuring tone, hoping she was in fact correct. She still didn't fully understand who this mirror person was.
Bonnie met her eyes, breath trembling. “I'm trying. But if she’s really me, she’ll know my next move.”
From the shadows, the speakers crackled once more, Bonnie’s own voice dripping with satisfaction. “Exactly.” The lights flickered, a cascade of power surges racing through the floor panels toward the main core access, like the system itself was holding its breath.
"Bonnie...darlin, then do the unexpected. This will give you more time." Dean turned from Bonnie, only love for her and encouragement in his tone of voice. Good thing he brought the cane-sword. Throwing it right into a power junction conduit. "I figure that gives you about 45 seconds. You know you can do this and beat her."
Jennifer waited, it was all she could do. Someone was pulling the puppet strings and she was powerless to stop it. It was all in Bonnie's hands now. On a whim she tried to trace the hack into the comm system, only to have the computer panel Fritz in her hands, burning her fingers slightly. "Damn frigging mirror arseholes" she swore.
Bonnie stared at the sparking conduit, Dean’s sword still humming where it had buried itself. The lights dimmed, alarms howling like sirens underwater. Forty seconds, maybe less.
Her reflection flickered across every pane, smug, knowing. “You can’t outthink me,” the mirror taunted, voice dripping through the speakers. “You are me.”
Bonnie swallowed hard, eyes narrowing. “Yeah,” she whispered. “That’s the problem, isn't it?” She yanked open the access panel beneath the main relay, pulling two leads together that should never be crossed. Electricity cracked up her arm — she gritted her teeth, the pain keeping her grounded, human. “You’d expect logic,” she said through a hissed breath. “But I’m not the logical one. I’m the messy one.”
The mirror’s voice faltered. “Bonnie, don’t—”
The station trembled beneath her boots, the faint hiss of ruptured plasma somewhere behind her, but she didn’t stop. The console flickered in front of her, sparks dancing like angry fireflies as her Mirror Self’s digital signature clawed through the system. Bonnie spat, slamming the junction closed. “I’m crashing you.”
“Here’s to the real Bonnie,” she hissed, blood on her lip from biting down too hard. “And to the bitch who forgot who wrote the rules.” She jammed the final line of code, a virus she’d built years ago and promised herself she’d never use, straight into the comm panel array.
The core flared white-hot, systems screaming before they dropped into silence. Bonnie fell back, panting, the acrid scent of burning flesh thick in her throat. For a heartbeat, nothing, then the gentle hum of the primary systems rebooting. For a breathless second, she thought she’d lost. Then her Mirror Self’s presence vanished, smothered under her own counter-hack. The mirror’s voice was gone.
Bonnie leaned back against the console, sweat dripping down her temple, her hands trembling. “Dean,” she rasped, forcing a smirk through the exhaustion. “If we live through this, I’m buyin’ the first round. But I swear, you’re not pickin’ the music again.”
Dean had nothing but confidence in Bonnie, that's why he stayed where he was, by her. "Knew you could do it," ready to catch of it necessary. Otherwise, he let her be and not play savior. "And there is nothing wrong with my choices in music or my singing voice, thank you," giving her a grin.
"Sing?" Bonnie asked, still catching her breath. "I've heard you sing, once. You're a much better dancer." She smiled showing she hadn't lost her sense of humor. "The computer should be under our control again if you want to lock down the deck, or trace the transport signals."
She released a breathe and closed her eyes. "Or, I don't know, contact the medics?" She coughed, then opened her eyes and looked at Baldric, "That was just an AI programed by my mirror counterpart, I assume. Imagine what the real me, uh, I mean, her, is like."
While the rest were busily taking care of MU Bonnie, Kit shooed away the medics. She was busily working on a Tricorder and PADD, She was not liking what she saw.
Hearing Bonnie's last comment Kit chuckled, "Oh I can, by the way the AI you, I actually managed to open a gate. Its over the northern pole of Bajor."
"Is that where they beamed too?" Baldric asked, perplexed. "Or is that related to the drought?" She headed back over to Kit, who had been roughly patched up by a medical team.
"Unless they have trans-warp or subspace transport tech, Bajor is too far away to simply transport. They would have had to transport to a ship or something nearby. Kit, can I see your data PADD?" Bonnie asked, her mind already reeling with thoughts in an effort to stay ahead of her counterpart.
She studied the information on the data PADD, scrolling quickly through the data bits like a speed-reader through a novel. She got 80% in and glanced at Kit, "You opened this gateway?" She could tell from the data that it already existed but Kit managed to activate it. "This means we can intercept it, force them back to their side and close it. Possibly permanently."
She quickly punched in a few coordinates and computer commands to lock the gate in an active state, taking control of the ability to open and close it at their command instead of their enemies. She then handed it back to Kit.
"You mean a gate to the mirror universe? Holy crap" Baldric swore in a most unprofessional way. "How do we close it?"
Bonnie blew out a breath, she moved back to the console, hands already flying. “Close it? Easy, if you ignore the physics, the ethics, and the odds of us not vaporizing half the polar magnetosphere.”
She leaned closer to the screen, muttering as she recalibrated. “Okay, the gate’s quantum signature isn’t random. It’s cycling through a harmonic tether, think of it like a doorbell between universes. Kit rang it, The gate’s stabilizing itself by leaching power from Bajor’s upper ionosphere.”
Bonnie looked up, eyes bright with that half-terrified, half-thrilled spark she got when her brain was ten steps ahead of everyone else, mouth running as fast as she could formulate the words. “If we invert the subspace oscillation, kick the phase variance about 0.03 microns past stable, we can collapse the corridor from our side. Like yanking the plug before the water boils over.”
She gave a lopsided grin. “Of course, it’ll fry every comm relay north of the equator and probably make the auroras look like a fireworks show. But hey, at least they won't be able to come back through.”
Her fingers danced again over the controls, tapping in a new command string. “We just have to time it right. One bad pulse and we’ll bounce half their energy signature straight into orbit, maybe even punch a hole big enough to shout through.”
Kit winced, and not from pain. "Well I am absolutely sure the Bajoran government isn't going to like that. Will file a formal complaint with the Federation, which in turn will cause Starfleet to have a board of inquiry. Luckily for me that decision is above my pay grade." With a smile she looked at Lieutenant Commander Durnell, Commander House and Commander Baldric before finishing "The individuals in front of me who will get called to the carpet on this, hope they don't want blood for this."
"If it protects DS9 and Bajor from an incursion from the Mirror universe, i don't care what Starfleet has to say. They can court martial me 'til the cows come home." Baldric retorted, already mentally writing the report to end all reports that she would undoubtedly have to file when this goes down.
Bonnie blinked, “Okay, here’s what we’re going to need: a Runabout rigged with a phased emitter array, a micro-gravitic coil ring, extra power capacitors, a portable phased dampener, and a patched sensor pod tuned for ionospheric harmonics. Throw in a portable phased dampener and a spare set of tricorders. Nothing fancy, think field-lab on a stick.”
She glanced at Baldric, grin shaky but fierce, her feet bouncing excitedly. “The rest we’ll lay out in the shuttle, plan enroute.”
"Ok, I'll requisition a shuttle, I think the Ganges should have that set up. Head to the ahuttlebay and I'll get Kira to agree to it" Baldric took off at a jog towards the nearest turbolift. 5 minutes later she was deep in negotiations with the DS9 Commanding Officer about borrowing a particular shuttle for a non sanctioned mission that will probably cause a lot of headaches but prevent any more mirror universe incursions.
10 minutes later she emerged victorious.
TBC
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