On the bridge no one noticed the tall, dark figure in the Starfleet uniform standing in the doorway. He approached the two bodies lying side by side among the wreckage. He gingerly stepped over the fallen beams and stooped to place a finger gently on the forehead of the human.

"The way you wear your hat," he sang softly. There was no response. He turned to the Vulcan and placed a finger gently on the forehead. "The way you sip your tea." Again, no response. With a sigh, the man stood and picked his way back through the wreckage.

His voice echoed down the corridor as he sang. "The memory of all that.."

In the corridor outside the aft air lock, two bodies lay jumbled among a pool of amber fluid. The man stopped to stare at the scene, still softly singing to himself. He stooped to place a finger on the forehead of the strange egg shaped creature. "The way your smile just beams." There was no response. He moved to the Ferengi. "The way you sing off key."

"They way you haunt my dreams," said the Ferengi.

"Good," said the man with approval. "No, no they can’t take that away from me," he concluded. He carefully stepped to avoid walking in the amber fluid. With a wave of his hand it coalesced into the perfect imitation of a bald headed Vulcan.

"We may never, never meet again," sang the man placing a finger on the forehead of the Vulcan/Changeling.

"On the bumpy road to love," came the reply.

"But I’ll always, always keep the memory of…" concluded the man. He patted the changeling gently on the shoulder. "Soon," he said. "Soon, Constable." With a waive of his hand, the changeling lost form and again pooled on the deck plates.

He looked again at the wreckage of the ship and with a shake of his head, he disappeared.

Every muscle, every joint in her body longed for the oblivion of sleep, but sleep eluded her. In the dark, Guardian’s words came back to haunt her. ‘It’s a little more complicated than a mere matter of life and death.’ She desperately wanted to find some measure of hope in the cryptic sentence, but no hope was forthcoming. Instead, she felt as though she was, for the first time in her life, truly and absolutely alone. The thought left her desolate.

She had just fallen into a doze when her comm. badge woke her with a start. "Ops to Kira."

She reached for the side table before realizing she was still dressed. "Go ahead," she replied.

"I’m sorry to disturb you, colonel," said Bryan Landis. "But a Ferengi light cruiser has just contacted us demanding passage through the wormhole. They say they’ve been dispatched by the Grand Nagus to try and locate Quark. I’ve explained that passage through the wormhole is suspended due to the ion storm, but they don’t seem to be in the mood to take no for an answer. I thought that maybe if you…"

"Very well, Mr. Landis, I’m on my way." Great, she thought, just the diversion I need. "Mr. Landis, is the Lone Star back from patrol?"

"Yes, sir. They’ll be docking shortly."

"Tell them not to dock. I want them to take up position near the wormhole just in case our Ferengi friends take it into their heads to pull a fast one."

"With pleasure. Landis out."

"Surely Colonel, there must be some way we can come to an arrangement."

There surely is, thought Kira. I can have Mr. Landis blow you and your lousy ship clear out of existence. "Captain Jaece the matter is not up for negotiation…"

The Ferengi captain leaned forward. "Just name your price."

"I don’t think you understand…"

"Of course I do colonel. Everyone has a price. Name yours."

"We are not having this conversation," she snapped back at him. "You may think you can negotiate with me. You may even think you can negotiate with Captain Pendennis of the Lone Star. But you cannot negotiate with the ion storm that is currently on the other side of the wormhole. There is no way anyone, Grand Nagus’ orders or not, is going to be allowed through until it is safe and that’s final."

To her relief, her comm badge sounded before Captain Jaece could reply. With a curt apology, she shut off the sound to the view screen. She could see the Ferengi captain’s lips move in protest.

"What is it now, Mr. Landis," she asked.

"You had better see this, colonel. We’re picking up elevated neutrino levels from the wormhole…"

"Report," she said stepping through the door to her office.

"Something’s coming through right enough," said Landis. "No telling if it is in one piece."

The Ops staff watched the view screen in wonder as the wormhole flared to life and a badly battered Jem-Hadar ship tumbled end to end into the Alpha Quadrant.

"Red alert!" shouted Landis. "Shields up."

"Hold on, commander," countered Kira. "Judging by the looks of her, the only damage that ship can cause is if she blows up on us. Scan it."

"All systems off line," reported the tactical officer on duty.

"Hull integrity compromised," commented the engineering officer.

"She’s taken heavy damage in the storm. Ion radiation levels are high," said the science officer.

"Life signs?" asked Kira.

"Four. Very faint."

"What kind of life signs," demanded Kira. "Jem-Hadar? Vorta?"

"You aren’t going to believe this," was the reply. "Scans show one Human, one Vulcan, one undetermined and a Ferengi?"

"Ferengi?" said Landis. "Do you think it could be…"

"Let’s not wait to find out," commented Kira. "Can you get a lock on them?"

"Affirmative."

"Then alert Dr. Bashir that he’s about to have company. Beam them straight to the infirmary and have a Security detachment on hand in case there’s trouble. Once their off, Mr. Landis, have the Lone Star put a containment field around that ship just in case and as soon as we can determine that it won’t blow up on us, tow her in. And Mr. Landis, make sure our friend Captain Jaece sees the damage done to her. Maybe he’ll think twice before he thinks he can take on an ion storm."

"Aye sir."

"Right then," she said. "What have we got?"

"According to Dr. Bashir," said Marshall. "Our four guests are in rather bad shape, but he thinks they will recover."

"Have you been able to identify them?"

"Three of them, yes. Quark, whom we all know and love…"

"Quark? Well at least Captain Jaece will be able to go home happy."

"As happy as a Ferengi can be without profit," commented Marshall. "Captain Jaece is demanding proof it is Quark and not some Dominion spy sent to wreak havoc among the Ferengi."

"Request denied," replied Kira. "I confess, I like the idea of the Dominion wreaking havoc on the Ferengi, but I suspect Quark’s lost enough blood. The others?"

"The other two are one Captain Jack Fellows and his First Officer and partner, one Mr. Gus Ferguson, formerly of the freighter the Jersey Lilly…."

"What did you do, take a thumbscan while Julian was busy?"

"I am afraid I have had the pleasure of their acquaintance. The Jersey Lilly used to run freight through the sectors around Starbase 375. The story goes that they disappeared just prior to the outbreak of hostilities with the Dominion. It was assumed they had perished in the war, an assumption that is apparently incorrect."

"Odd their turning up like this in a Jem-Hadar ship," said Kira. "Do you think they could have been spies?"

"Captured by the Dominion, is the most promising possibility, although they look too well nourished to have been in a Dominion prison camp for all this time. Spies, I have my doubts. It would not be in keeping with what I know of the two."

"Let’s keep an eye on them anyway. There were four people beamed off the ship. Who’s the fourth?"

"He, well, I assume it is a he. He is of a species not known on this side of the wormhole. Mr. Ferguson regained consciousness briefly and mentioned two names not accounted for. One person named Buck and the other named Ognij. Our fourth guest does not, by a far stretch of the imagination, resemble anyone named Buck, so it may be safe to assume he is the one called Ognij."

"And this Buck?"

"Not accounted for, we are assuming for the time being that he is deceased. I will have a team ready to search the ship once Engineering gives us the go ahead."

"Good," said Kira. "Keep me informed."

"Colonel, there is one other matter I would like to discuss with you. About our three other guests…"

Kira sighed. "And what about them commander?"

"Starfleet will be soon expecting an update on our situation and to make matters more interesting, I noticed in the last Security Bulletin issued by Bajoran Security, that a Mr. Rem Keshwan has been reported missing. Now, Mr. Rem bears an astonishing resemblance to one of our…"

"Understood, Mr. Marshall," said Kira. "Look. As far as Starfleet is concerned, just tell them we are questioning suspects in relation to the attacks on the station. Don’t give them anymore information than you have to."

"And Bajoran Security?"

"Tell them Rem is…oh hell…tell them he’s being held as a eyewitness in the murder of a Kohlanese freighter captain with connections to the Orion Syndicate and for his own safety we’ve had to place him in protective custody."

"Consider it done. Colonel, if I may be so bold as to inquire…?"

"I’m not prepared to discuss the matter right now, Mr. Marshall. But the situation is a lot more complex than we first believed. To tell you the truth, I’m not sure what to make of it."

"Indeed. However, there is one thing you may want to consider."

"And that is?"

"Since reading about our Mr. Rem in the bulletin, I took the liberty of making a few inquiries among my associates in the Bajoran Militia. Our Mr. Rem has quite a few friends in high places and one or two in not so exalted positions."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that although quite a few of his friends are people of note, the First Minister and the Head of the Bajoran Militia to drop a name or two, his name has also been connected with a few business associates who have vague connection to the Orion Syndicate. My sources assure me it strictly on the up and up, but, I for one, know of very few people who are entirely on the up and up."

"I see," said Kira. "Thank you Mr. Marshall."

"Colonel."

"Yes?"

"I hate to be the one to remind you, but Starfleet regulations dictate, and Bajoran regulations concur, we can’t keep our guests much longer unless we charge them with something. Unless you also wish to place them all in protective custody…"

In Auxiliary Holding Cell Area 2, the inhabitants had long ago argued themselves to a standstill and were now sitting, glaring at each other, wondering what would happen to them. None of them were expecting what was to happen next.

Colonel Kira Nerys swung into the holding cell area, picked up the weapon Guardian had brought to the station, and deactivated the shields to the cells holding Wisdom and Guardian. She tossed the weapon to Guardian. "He’s all yours," she said indicating Power. "Do whatever you have to do with him, just don’t do it here. You and Wisdom can use the comm station to summon your ships. You will have to remain in protective custody until your ships arrive."

"Colonel?" asked Guardian.

"I want you off this station as soon as possible and I don’t want to see any of you until you leave." With that she turned on her heel and left.

At a security station in the rear of the Security Office, John Marshall shook his head. "And so it begins," he said softly to himself. "Computer," he said out loud. "Open a subspace channel to Bajor. Priority alpha blue."

The door opened to reveal his aide, Colonel Lavon Bek. "What is it Bek?" asked Torias.

Bek handed his padd to the general. "There was an item in the latest report received from Deep Space Nine that I thought should be brought to your attention."

For a moment, Torias’ heart skipped a beat. Had Rem been successful? Was he about to learn of the humans demise? He allowed a stern expression to settle on his face. "Oh?" he asked.

"Yes sir. Lt. Commander Marshall reports that an associate of yours is in protective custody. Mr. Rem Keshwan."

"Rem Keshwan? Protective custody for what?"

"According to the report, Rem is an eyewitness to the murder of a freighter captain who was known to have connections to the Orion Syndicate."

"But that’s ridiculous. He would be much safer here on Bajor, everyone knows that security on the Station is inadequate…"

"I am aware of that, sir. I’ve been in contact with our source on the Station. What he tells me is very interesting."

"And what would that be?"

"He tells me that around the time Rem disappeared, there was an incident on the Station. It seems the Kohlanese captain, the one whose murder Mr. Rem was supposed to be a witness to, was seen on the Station the very day his body was discovered in space by the Federation ship the Lone Star."

"What.? You’re saying the murdered man was on the station at the same time his body was being found in space? That’s preposterous. No person could be alive in one place and dead in other. Not unless he was a twin."

"Or an impostor," said Bek. "There’s more."

"Well?"

"There’s no record of Mr. Rem ever having arriving on the Station. Starfleet is ridiculously precise in their record keeping and there is no record of a Rem Keshwan having been on the station, ever."

"Then how?"

"Our source has also noted that since the incident involving the Kohlanese captain our former Head of Security, who was visiting the Station, has not been seen in public or in private for that matter."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning that our source believes that there is a connection between Rem and the Dominion."

"But that’s preposterous!" sputtered Torias.

"Is it?" asked Bek. "I’ve run a check on Mr. Rem. He claims to have been born off world - that was easily verified. The rest of his life is also easily verified. However, there is a four year lapse in his record, a four year lapse that begins before the outbreak of war and picks up after the peace treaty was signed. For those four years it is as though Rem Keshwan did not exist."

"That’s hardly unusual. The war disrupted a lot of lives."

"Just bear with me. Rem disappears from Bajor and a Kohlanese captain is tossed out of an air lock. Days later the dead man appears on the Station and shortly thereafter Rem appears on the Station only there is no record of him having arrived. What if he had arrived but not as himself? Also take into consideration that at the same time Rem is put into protective custody the changeling Odo disappears…"

"Prophets! Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?"

"That Rem is a changeling?" asked Bek. "Yes. I am suggesting precisely that."

"But why? What could the Dominion possibly want…." Torias stopped in mid sentence. He suddenly had the answer to his own question. Men and ships. The men and ships he had personally helped Rem amass. No, he thought. No, there had to be some mistake. The Dominion had more men and ships than they knew what to do with. There had to be some other explanation. Whatever the explanation, Torias knew he was in up to his neck and the only person who could answer his questions was now on Deep Space Nine.

"Sir?" asked Bek. "Are you all right?"

"Yes," said Torias, his voice sounding hollow even to himself. "Look, Bek, I’ve got to take some time off. There are some matters that require my personal attention."

"Yes sir."

"Keep me posted if you hear any more from our source on Deep Space Nine, will you?"

"Certainly."

It was an odd group that had gathered in the Auxiliary Holding Cell Area. Flato Ray glanced at those gathered. The one the colonel called Power remained locked in his cell. The one Kira referred to as Wisdom, but who looked like Odo, stood slightly apart from the group. The one referred to as Guardian, but who had taken the form of a Bajoran Deputy, stood near the door in conversation with Kira. Flato glanced at Marshall, who stood by her side.

"Tell me again, why aren’t we just beaming them to their ship?" she asked indicating Guardian and Power.

"It’s called plausible deniability, Captain. If our prisoner is seen leaving the Station, we can honestly say this was the last we saw of him and forswear any knowledge of what happened to him once he left the Station."

"And what will happen to him once he is off the Station?"

"What’s to happen to any of us?"

"You know," said Kira softly. "He never considered himself to be much of a changeling. Looking at the two of them, I’m glad he wasn’t."

"He was one of the best," replied Guardian, knowing full well to whom she referred. "One can only hope he realized that before…" He left the word hanging. "The other two? Well, they can’t help who they are. The Universe is changing, it’s just a pity they seem incapable of changing with it."

A rather pink, young Ensign, arrived in the doorway to announce the arrival of the Centurion transport.

"Right then," said Kira. "Let’s get this over with."

Marshall released the force field on Power’s cell and the group fell into formation.

Gus settled himself on the stool and leaned his elbows on the bar, ignoring the stares of his fellow patrons. "I gotta hand it to ya Quark, ya gotta real nice place here."

"After what we’ve been though Gus," said Quark handing Jack and Gus a drink. "Any place on this side of the Galaxy is a paradise." Quark raised his own glass. "To the Jersey Lilly."

Gus and Jack acknowledged the salute and drained their glasses. Quark quickly poured a second. "To Buck."

"Buck."

Gus sat his glass carefully on the bar. "What do ya suppose happened to him?" he asked.

"No telling," replied Jack. "Maybe the radiation got to him. Quark, you know changelings better than we do. What do you think?"

"The only thing I know," replied Quark. "Is never count them out until you find their bodies. So, how’s Ognij?"

Jack shook his head. "Still unconscious. Your medico’s done all he can for him, it’s all up to Yestos now."

"Bashir is a good doctor," said Quark. "If he says he’s done everything, you can be sure he has."

"I didn’t think you believed in Yestos, Jack." commented Gus.

"What I believe isn’t important. The important thing is Ognij does."

"What about the two of you? Are you going to keep that Jem-Hadar ship or sell it? Because if you plan on selling it, I think I can help line up a buyer."

"Minus your usual fee, I reckon," said Gus.

"Of course. But for you, I’ll only charge five percent."

"Quark," warned Jack.

"Okay, two. Have you taken a look at her yet? Seen what kind of shape she’s in?"

"Nope," said Gus. "Your engineers and security fellas have been crawlin’ through her all mornin’. We just now got the go ahead."

"And," said Jack. "We were wondering if you’d like to tag along. Collect your luggage?"

"Since you put it that way," said Quark. "I’d be delighted."

Buck having spent a pleasant half hour watching people exercise at the gym, turned the corner near Quark’s. Glancing over the crowd, he spied Jack and Gus leaving the Promenade. Whistling as loudly as possible, he set off after them. He did not notice the Security detail that passed within feet of him.

One person who did take particular notice of the detail was General Torias, who left his table at the replimat and followed in pursuit.

The detail stepped out of the turbolift onto the docking ring when the three changelings stopped suddenly.

"Did you feel that?" asked Wisdom.

Power merely laughed.

"What?" demanded Kira loosening her phaser so it sat higher in its holster.

"Nothing," said Guardian. "Just hurry up. We’re almost there."

The detail started up again, when a figure in a gray Bajoran Uniform stepped out of the adjoining corridor. Kira was quick to identify General Torias, although she was at a loss to account for his presence on the Station. She signaled for the detail to stop and approached Torias.

"General," she said. "We weren’t expecting you."

"As you were, colonel." he said. "I need to have a word with Rem."

Kira quickly blocked his path. "I’m sorry, sir. But that’s not possible."

"Explain yourself colonel," demanded Torias attempting to push past her.

"This isn’t the place for this conversation, general. If you would be so kind as to wait in my office, I’ll be more than happy to answer all your questions."

"It’s too late, Torias," shouted Power. "Too late."

"Shut up," warned Guardian, pressing his weapon into the small of Power’s back.

"What does he mean," demanded Torias.

"Sir, please," said Kira. "You are attempting to interfere in an extradition proceeding. Do not make me have Security…"

"Extradition? For what?"

"The man you know as Rem Keshwan is a wanted criminal. We are in the process of turning him over for prosecution…"

"Damn you!" shouted Torias. Kira did not see the weapon until Torias had pulled it and leveled it at Rem. In the ensuing struggle, she was vaguely aware of the weapon firing and of shouts and running footsteps. It was not until she had Torias on the ground that she looked up.

Power was nowhere to be seen. Neither were Marshall and Flato. Guardian knelt on the deck next to someone. As she drew closer, she could see it was Wisdom, his substance quivering around a black hole burned into his chest.

"What the hell is that all about?" asked Jack, as a team of Starfleet and Bajoran Deputies thundered down the hall.

"Anyone’s guess," commented Gus.

"One of the nice things about Deep Space Nine," replied Quark. "It’s never a dull moment."

Kira activated her comm badge. "Kira to Ops. Emergency medical transport. Two to beam to the infirmary. Lock on to my signal." She tossed the badge to Guardian.

"No time," whispered Wisdom. The area around the wound began to flake and crumble into black ash. He extended his hand to Guardian. "Now, before it’s too late."

Guardian stared at the hand as though it were a weapon. "I…I don’t want this," he replied.

"Ironic is it not? You who believes there is always another choice. Well, there are times when events choose you," said Wisdom with a slight smile. "There is no one else."

With what sounded to Kira like a sob, Guardian clasped Wisdom’s hand. They had begun to melt into each other as the transporter beam dissolved the image into thin air.

"Just where the hell do you think you’re going?" asked one of the men in uniform.

The tall Vulcan simply pointed past the guard.

Buck had lost sight of his friends not long ago. As far as he could tell, they couldn’t have gotten far, but this part of the Station had far too many halls and connecting corridors for him to navigate with any confidence. Hearing sounds behind him, Buck had turned and spied a group of men in uniform pounding down the hall toward him. Since they were the only people Buck had seen for awhile, he decided to follow them, eventually catching up with the detail at the end of a corridor.

"I’m sorry sir," said another of the deputies. "The docking bays are off limits. Station Emergency."

"You’ll have to move on," said the first.

"Ah," said Buck nodding his head and attempting to walk past the detail.

"You can’t go that way, sir," insisted the second man. "You’ll have to go back to your quarters."

"Ha," said Buck again pointing past the guards.

"What’s wrong with this one?" asked the first guard. "What’s the matter, no speakie federa shun stand dard?"

"Shut up, Bob," warned the second. He turned to Buck and said very loudly and very slowly. "I’m. Sorry. Sir. You. Can’t. Go. This. Way. Go. Back. To. Your. Quarters." He even threw in a few clumsy hand gestures for emphasis.

Buck just blinked at them. Slowly he raised his hand and, again, pointed to the area beyond the guards.

"Hell," said Bob. "We got us a looney."

"Look," said the third guard. "We don’t have time for this. Just take him in, that way he won’t get himself hurt."

In the infirmary, Julian and his staff stood by waiting for the transport to clear. The beam resolved itself into an amber mass of fluid surrounded by some black substance. The amber mass slowly formed in to the semblance of a humanoid, wavered for a moment, and then collapsed to the deck, scattering the pile of black ash.

"Well this certainly has a feeling of Deja vu about it," remarked Gus.

"What does?" asked Jack.

"Us, talking about sellin the ship. Waitin to meet a prospective buyer. It’s almost exactly how this whole thing started."

Jack stopped, allowing Quark to bustle ahead of them to the air lock. "Gus, now that you bring it up. How in the hell do I tell their families…"

"I know, Jack. Ever since we got back, the idea’s been eatin at me as well. Look, how about we divide up the proceeds from the sale of the ship and send it along. It sure won’t bring Judy and the rest of ‘em back, but it might help."

Jack nodded. "It’s a good idea, Gus."

"Jack," called Quark from down the corridor. He stood before the air lock. "What docking area was that again?"

"Number four," replied Jack. "It should be right there."

"Ah, Jack?"

"Very funny Quark," said Jack, he turned to Gus. "Now see what you started?"

"Are you sure they didn’t move it or something?" asked Quark.

"Joke’s over, Quark," replied Gus.

"There’s no ship there," insisted Quark. "I swear."

"Shit!" said Jack as he skidded to a halt outside the empty air lock.

Kira paced the deck in Ops. "Anything?" she asked for the hundredth time.

"No sir," replied Bryan Landis. "Security teams have concentrated on the docking ring area, but no sign of him."

"Damn!"

"Marshall to Ops."

"Kira here, go ahead Mr. Marshall."

"I’ve just spoken to Captain Fellows, the Jem’Hadar ship is missing."

"Mr. Landis?"

"All ships have been locked down," said Landis his hands flying over the controls. "He must have done a manual override on the docking clamps."

"On screen," said Kira. "He can’t have gone far, not in that ship."

The view screen snapped into focus. Due to the closure of the wormhole there were more than a few ships in orbit around the station.

"Come on, come on," Kira said impatiently to herself as she scanned the area around the station.

"There!" shouted Landis. "He’s just ducked behind the Independence."

"As soon as he’s clear, get a tractor beam locked on him before he can make a run for the wormhole," ordered Kira. "Nice try, Power," she said softly to herself.

"Sir," said the science officer. "We’re reading elevated neutrino levels form the wormhole."

"What?"

"Confirmed sir. Something’s coming through."

"On screen."

The view screen shifted focus to include the wormhole. As the wormhole opened, a slow moving ship, the design of which no one in Ops had seen before, spilled out into open space.

"Hail them," said Kira.

"Not responding to hails," said Landis. He glanced again at the screen. While everyone in Ops had been watching the wormhole, the Jem-Hadar ship had managed to maneuver its way beyond the Stations shields. "Ensign! Get a tractor lock on that Jem-Hadar ship damn you!"

"Sir!" replied the startled Ensign on duty at tactical. "Tractor beam activated and locked, Sir!"

On the view screen the Jem-Hadar ship hung in space. The unidentified ship from the Gamma Quadrant on a direct course for the station.

"Hail that ship again," ordered Kira. "Tell her to steer clear."

"She’s powering weapons, sir," reported tactical.

"Which one?"

"Both of them, sir."

"Open a channel."

"Channel open."

"Unidentified ship. This is Colonel Kira Nerys of the joint Bajor/Federation Station Deep Space Nine. Power down your weapons and identify yourself or we will be forced to return fire."

"Sir," said Landis. "We’re detecting multiple hull breaches and an impending warp core breach on the ship from the Gamma Quadrant. If they attempt to fire those weapons…"

"Unidentified ship. Power down your weapons and identify yourself," repeated Kira. "Failure to do so will result in our having to return fire. Our scan show your ship is in no condition to withstand an assault.."

"Sir," reported the communications officer. "I am receiving a reply."

"On screen."

The face that appeared on the screen was both familiar and foreign, the being looked like a Jem-Hadar, only his skin was red and the horns adorning his face and head were tipped in black. "Do not attempt to interfere," he declared. "That ship is mine as are her crew."

"Who are you?" asked Kira. "What are you?"

"I am death," was the reply and the screen went blank.

"We’ve lost contact," said the communications officer.

"Preparing to fire," said the tactical officer.

Oh Prophets, thought Kira. "Drop that tractor beam. Shields up," she ordered. "Everyone brace themselves."

They watched as the disruptor ports on the unidentified vessel glowed red. The Jem-Hadar vessel, released form the tractor beam shot forward into space, directly into the path of the vessel from the Gamma Quadrant.

"Firing!" shouted tactical.

The unidentified ship wavered in space for an instant and then there was a bright flash of light as she blew apart. The Jem-Hadar vessel, too close to maneuver out of it’s path, spun slightly towards the station and erupted into a thousand pieces.

Chapter 12