Theory of a Dead Man

Posted on Tue Apr 21st, 2020 @ 11:21pm by Administrator Weyoun 12

563 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Genesis
Location: Command Bridge, Dominion Battleship
Timeline: 2430-01-09, 10:00

"We are on approach to the system, Administrator."

"I can see that," Weyoun answered less than enthusiastic as he turned back toward the Command Workstation in the center of the Battleship's Bridge. "Did the Federation ship join us?"

To his left the Jem'Hadar at the sensor console typed on the oval shaped console, "I am detecting the Federation Starship exiting the Wormhole now, Administrator. They have not yet laid in a pursuit course."

Weyoun understood. The Founders were the ones so intent on having the Federation's support, yet Weyoun still wavered. He knew that the Jem'Hadar could withstand the forces of the enemy and protect the Dominion. To seek out the help of the Federation, an enemy they nearly conquered, was belittling the capabilities of their forces. Earth should have belonged to him, the Founders had decreed it, yet now they were seeking the support of the Federation. It made his skin crawl.

"Keep me informed of their status. I am certain they will be coming soon enough." He looked at the visual sensor data, "Begin our deceleration into normal space. Bring us into the battle, full weapons ready."

Beside him the Jem'Hadar First did as he was ordered. His ashen fingers slid over the controls, gently bringing the behemoth of a warship into normal space. Almost immediately they were under attack. Multiple bursts of antiproton beams slammed into their outer shields, knocking them around more than Weyoun would have hoped. He gripped the edge of the railing behind the workstation he shared with the First, "Would you be so kind as to fire back at them?"

The First answered with a grunt as he turned toward the Jem'Hadar Second, "Complete a full strike against the lead vessel. Full forward polaron beams. Fire!"

The Second adjusted the readings on his workstation, glaring at the details as they came through, "No damage to the enemy craft."

"Why am I not surprised?" Weyoun asked with arms outstretched as he looked to the ceiling. "First, why do you and your people fail me so openly?" He crossed his arms, "Target their propulsion core and fire."

"Yes Administrator," the Second answered - not wanting to point out that was the exact tactic he had just attempted. He proceeded as directed though, "Minimal damage to their shields, Administrator."

"What of our forces?" The Vorta demanded.

The Third answered that one, "Eris's flagship has been significantly damaged in the attack, Administrator. They are venting plasma from the propulsion system. They cannot withstand another barrage from the enemy antiproton cannons."

"I am moving to intercept," the First informed as he changed their course and speed.

Weyoun added, "Ready tractor beam." The First was impressed, at least for a moment, that the Vorta had elected to help rather than hurt their brethren on the other Battleship. It was short lived. "Prepare to ram the enemy vessel with Eris's flagship."

"There are living soldiers aboard Eris's ship. This would kill them needlessly," the First protested.

"Second," Weyoun called, "I am hereby promoting you to First. Carry out my orders."

The former Second looked at the former First, extending his hand for the visual input so he could see to pilot the Battleship. "Take your station, Seventh." He attached the visual input, logging into the Helm to carry out the commands as ordered.

Weyoun looked at the ship through his small monocle, "Execute."

 

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