Though Kate heard the Vulcan's words, she didn't understand their significance. She leaned forward across the small table in the bar on Deep Space Nine. Some huge alien with a drooping face like a shriveled prune had just won a triple Dabo. He was making so much noise by the gaming table that normal conversation was impossible.
A nervous Ferengi scampered out from behind the bar, pushing his way through the noisy crowd, arms waving. "Mom! Mom! Put her down!"
The alien, Mom presumably, was performing some type of victory dance with a Dabo girl. As he spun her around in his embrace, her feet no longer touched the floor and she was precariously close to losing what little there was of her outfit. ... read full excerpt from Star Trek: The Mirror Universe Saga #1: Spectre ebook
