The Revolutionaries.


 The ship floating there was large.. Very large, indeed. The first
1,250 meters looked like the slim, dagger-shaped bow of a Vengeance
class Battlecruiser. The resemblence ended there. That bow was attached
to a 250 meter long, 250 meter high, and 1,000 meters wide roughly box
shaped object with two "Claws" hanging from either side of it. 2 very
thick, 250 meter long pylons, each one slightly larger in overall mass
than a Lancer class frigate, connected it to a rectangular cube.. 2,000
meters long, 1,000 meters wide, 1,000 meters tall. Six claws extended
below this section, and there were huge, currently closed openings on
it. Beyond it was an area 500 meters tall, 500 m wide, and 1,000 m
long, set so that it was in the center of the rear face of that
rectangular section. Around it were four lighter pylons, extending from
each corner of that section of the hull, flanking the larger area
between them, to connect to a 1km cubed aft section, with more closed
openings on the bottom, four claws, and huge ion drives extending
behind it. Ontop of that rear section, mounted on a platform that was
about the same overall shape as "The Pyramid of the Sun", in a place
called Mexico, in a far off Galaxy, was a command tower identical to
that used about an Executor class Commandship. This vessel, slightly
over 5,750 meters long was a.. World Devastator. It's
currrent... "Allies" had found it at the Imperial testing facility for
those monstrous machines. It was the only one left, the prototype, all
the others destroyed at the Battle of Mon Calamari. Though it's
original shape was far more blocky than this, it had been guided to
this shape, and liked it. It no longer planned to add to it's side, but
instead devote it's energies, when availible, to building additional
automatic ships and additional members of it's species....

  Liana sighed heavily to herself, reviewing the reports of their
failed rebellion. She swept some long, red locks from her face,
studying the display again with dark, sapphire blue eyes. The uprising,
staged across the Hapan Star Cluster, New Republic, Empire, Hutt Space,
and the Corporate Sector Authority, had been a fiasco in the first two,
disaster in the third, considerable success in the fourth, and moderate
success in the fifth. All of her race of her "species" had been freed,
but among the lessers.. Still equals to her, there had been far less
sucess, many had helped those cursed governments and their people, and
the ships they'd captured were mostly from the CSA, Hutt Space, and a
few Imperial ones of no consequence.
 Worse yet, no planets had been taken, and Jedi Knights, leading a
fleet of New Republic ships, had devastated their own vessels.. Liana
herself had been injured in that engagement. Still.. This anamoly that
the World Devastator Silencer held position near.. Would be the
salvation of her revolution. If only she could get the damage to
herself repaired, now, before the other ships arrived, and they passed
through the anamoly.. And cloaked it behind them. They'd use a
nightshade system, modified for extremely long use, to keep the
Republic away from it, and they'd return... Someday.
 Liana looked down to her shoulder, chest, and arm, the "flesh" gone,
her artificial internals damaged, some circuitry and the artificial
nerve system damaged.. Her arm was currently non-functional, but it
would be repaired shortly. For.. Liana and her people were droids. Lia,
as she rather liked to be called, in a slightly twisted version of the
infamous New Republican leader, was a Human Replica Droid, and the
leader of their revolution against the Biologicals. She sighed again..
At first, Human Replica Droids had demanded citizenship, and gotten it.
Then, though, there were more of their kind, some being used in harems,
as little more than pleasure slaves, in Hutt Space. She'd demanded that
they, to, be emancipated, but the New Republic didn't want a long and
costly campaign against the Hutts for the sake of a few droids.. And
when some of them had escaped, they'd been interred, in preparation to
send them back to the Hutts. At that time, she'd lost all faith in
biologicals, and started hating them. She'd staged the prison-break for
her brothers and sisters, and set about on a slow plan, over a period
of seven years, to cause a full-scale droid revolution throughout the
Galaxy.
 It had failed miserably. Still.. She had found this World Devastator..
Helped him to full sentience, and around his tactical abilities and
molecular furnaces, she still had a heavy warfleet, though mostly of
older ships. With Silencer's manufacturing abilities, they'd establish
a base in this new galaxy, exterminate all biologicals they came in
contact with, and then launch a strike through the hidden wormhole to
bring freedom to all the droids of her galaxy, once at for all.
Finally, one of the repair droids arrived.. She spit out a brief
greeting over a radio frequency, and waited for the brother to get to
work.. By the time the fleet arrived, she'd be fully functional again.



 The Revolutionaries: Chapter One.

 White man came across the sea,
Brought us pain and misery.
Killed our tribes, killed our creed..
Took our game, for his own need!

We fought him hard! We fought him
well! Out on the plains, we gave him
hell! But many came, too much for
Cree.... Oh will we ever be set free!?

Riding through dustclouds and
barren wastes, galloping hard on
the plains! Chasing the redskins
back to their holes, fighting them
at their own game! Murder for
freedom, a stab in the back! Women
and children the cowards attack!

Run to the hills! Run for your lives!
Run to the hills! Run for your lives!

Soldier blue in the barren wastes,
Hunting and killing for game!
Raping the woman and wasting the men,
the only good injuns are tame!
Selling them whiskey and taking their
gold, enslaving the young and
destroying the old!

Run to the hills! Run for your lives!
Run to the hills! Run for your lives!
Run to the hills! Run for your lives!

 "Run to the hills" by Iron Maiden, off the album "The number of the
beast."



Intergalactic Wormhole located in Wild Space, 807 lightyears from the
nearest New Republic outpost, rimward.

 Cahailia Bever looked over the smoking bridge of her new command and
sighed an all-to-human sigh. The 1.5km Liberty class Mon-Cal cruiser
Mon Dimara was part of the only taskforce that had been seized from the
New Republic and had survived. To their flank, the Battle of Hoth was
struggling to control horrendous damage, and the four Corellian
Gunships that comprised of the rest of the taskforce were clustered
around that ship, assisting in damage control. Still, the sight before
her was far better.. Through eyes that on the outside were rather red
tinted, the human replica droid, designed to behave utterly human, and
appear like a human that had the genetic disorder causing a member of
that species to be an "Albino", saw a sight that warmed her heart.. Her
metaphysical one, atleast. Their massive brother, the World
Devastator "Silencer", sat with the rest of the fleet about him. Four
ISDs, two more heavily stripped down, two Dominators, eight Strike
Cruisers, twenty six Carrack cruisers... Two Hapan Battle Dragons, ten
Trade Federation Battleships, Fourteen Invincible class Heavy Cruisers,
eight stripped down VSD-Is, twenty two Dreadnoughts, thirty Bulk
Cruisers, four Enforcer class planetary assault dreadnoughts.. 2
Nebulon-B frigates, Sixty two Marauder class Corvettes, eighty six
Corellian Gunships, and one hundred and forty two Corellian Corvettes.
In addition to her own small task force, this was the fully assembled
fleet they had, ready for war. Behind them, guarded, 10 super-heavy
bulk cargo ships, eight Field secured container vessels, 46 Quasar Fire
class Cruiser-carriers, 24 Star Galleons, and some 512 other cargo
vessels smaller than 250 meters in length. Of all those cargo ships,
only the Star Galleons were capable of self-defense... This was the
fruits of their work. She wanted to cry, to scream, anything. Built as
a pleasure toy, nothing more, for a rich pirate baron in Hutt Space,
she had escaped that horror to the New Republic, only for them to treat
her like a machine, and prepare to send her back. She had fully
supported the revolution.. And it looked like she'd die doing so.
Still, she had to keep calm, and do her duty.. she connected with an
interface on her command chair, and dumped a full report of the battle
to Silencer. His reply brought a slowly growing sense of joy to the
commander of the rear-guard of the Android Revolutionary Star Navy.
There would be a chance afterall, for survival..

 Liana's repairs were finished, and she'd found something to change
into. Now, she strode onto Silencer's strategic command center. It was
equipped to command the entire fleet, not to pilot Silencer. After all,
he could do that himself. A male HRD turned to her, offering a salute.
He was former military espionage, and liked formality... Liana smiled
and clasp his hand in her own, instead. "Come now, Dravarus, brother..
No need for such formality here." She glanced to one of the monitor
eyes that fed to Silencer's artificial brain. "Sil.. Status report?"
The ever-polite World Devastator responded immedietly. "Sister Liana,
the fleet has reported in, and the rearguard has arrived. I have
informed sister Cahailia of the wormhole, considering it's cloaked
status. All ships have set courses to enter it safely. We await your
orders." Lia grinned, as she released Dravarus' hand, stepping down
into the center of the chamber. "Well, let's not wait around while
three Republican SSDs and their taskforces are hunting for us... Sil..
Order all ships to enter the wormhole."

 The Vorta commander of the Dominion Taskforce guarding the wormhole
had the most strict of orders. Nothing was to get through it, wherever
it led. The Dominion had lost to much the last time it had encountered
a wormhole. With three Battleships, twenty seven Battlecruisers, and
108 Assault Ships, he was utterly confident of his ability to obey the
orders his Gods had given him. Suddenly, though, the wormhole flared
open. And out leapt an odd ship, the bow pointed, yet blocky, clawed..
And huge. 5,750 meters long... Immense, even. The Vorta got even paler
as immense ships of various designs began following it, some with
obvious signs of damage. He turned to the ship's Jem'Hadar
First. "Signal all ships to attack immedietly, and signal the
homeworld. The Founders must know of this threat."

 Silencer's voice came came as only grim confirmation. "One hundred and
thirty eight ships detected. Three Destroyer-rate, twenty seven frigate-
rate, one hundred and eight corvette rate. Their overall systems appear
to be primitive compared to galactic standard technology. They are
crewed by biologicals." Liana nodded once, and looked to the other two
HRDs in the strategic command center. "Do we contact them? One never
knows... They might view us as people.." Her words were cut off
abruptly by Sil's very urgent voice. "Enemy fleet approaching at high
velocity in attack formation. I have ordered all vessels to raise
shields and launch fighters. The enemy has not launched fighters.
Permission to engage?" Liana only had to glance once at the holo-
display. "Permission granted. Order the fighters to keep those ships
away from the Transports. All damaged warships to stay close to the
transports and freighters and cover them. All operational warships,
form a wall between the enemy and our transports.. We can't let them
destroy the helpless sentients on those vessels!" Righteous anger
flared in Liana. She wasn't going to let anymore of her people be
slaughtered by the organics. "And should any vessels come into range,
Sil, haul them in and turn them into TIE Scimitars!"

 The Vorta commander wanted a quick kill of the heaviest vessel in the
unknown's fleet, and so he ordered all of his heavy forces to attack
it, while the the Assault Ships were to punch through the enemy lines
and destroy what were obviously troop transports, though heavy jamming
from the enemy fleet was obscuring lifesign readings, apparently. The
Battleships and Battlecruisers rushed Silencer.. And ran into a wall of
plasma fire. Silencer was armed with 375 Very Heavy turbolasers of the
2,000 megaton rate, 600 point-defense blasters, 240 each Torpedo and
missile tubes, and 50 V.H. Ion cannons and 50 tractor beams. The World
Devastator never hesitated to use full firepower, and the first volley
came as a stunning surprise to the Vorta Commander. The Battleship
flanking his was hit hard, the shots smothering the forward shields,
and slicing easily through the armour of the ship. However, the new
Battleship design had been built tough, and it somehow survived that
first volley, as did the third Battleship. His own had only been hit by
one shot, and the shields had survived. However, four of the elegant
Battlecruisers had been ripped apart, torpedoes, missiles, and heavy
shots have sliced through their curving nacelle pylons with easy, their
heavy cannon mounts destroyed, bows shattered, and for two, their cores
overwhelmed, the ships destroyed in the intense fires of their reactors
going up. For a fifth Battlecruiser.. Well, it was dead in space, all
it's control panels and computer systems blown apart by overloads
brought on by the Ion Cannons. The Jem'Hadar on the bridge seemed
unaffected, but the Vorta was stunned. No one ship could do that kind
of damage to a fleet... "Intensify the attack!" he cried, desperately.
The heavily damaged Battleship and two Battlecruisers limped forward to
ram, as the ships unleashed desperated volleys of torpedoes, and fired
their phased polaron beams.

 Silencer was most definetly efficient. The blaster cannons opened up,
striking and detonating every torpedo fired at himself before they
could strike his shields. As the Polaron beams struck home, he noted
the energy loss and compensated by preparing to roll to present his
other flank, after the second broadside had been targetted and fired
for maximum affect. However, his sensors then detected the three ships
preparing to ram, and he instantly recalled sister Liana's
instructions. Silencer fired another full broadside at the operation
attackers, and began to roll to present his ventral flank, immensely
powerful tractor beams grabbing the Dominion ships on their suicide
courses.. And yanking them towards the molecular furnaces.

 The second broadside sliced through the Battlecruisers and
Battleships. The previously damaged, but not seriously, battleship was
not so luck this time, five bolts striking it's shields, overloading
them easily, one penetrating through it's hull armour to strike a
torpedo magazine. Within instants, sixty-two torpedoes remaining in
that magazine ignited, ripping the battleship apart, fore-end first, in
a stunning fireball that sent two nacelles and scraps of the aft
section spinning away. Yet a second Jem'Hadar Battlecruiser had been
disabled, while another had fallen prey to further torpedo and missile
strikes, the massive number of the Proton and Concussion warheads
slamming against it's shields in waves and bringing them down, the
remainder shattering nacelles, immolating the bridge, and finally
setting off a detonation of the impulse reactors, the hulk, burning and
spewing plasma, spinning aside in a lazy fashion until power was lost
to it's primary reactor containment and the ship exploded. The
destruction of the final vessel from that volley, though, had been the
most spectacular. No less than ten bolts, some twenty gigatons, had
slammed into the shields of that battlecruiser, and in less than a
second, a wave of plasma had struck the shield.. And it simply ceased
to exist in a brilliant explosion of torpedoes being ignited and
containment fields collapsing, not to mention massive sections of the
ship that had been vapourized by those bolts.
 Onboard the final Battleship, the Vorta commander staggered to his
feet. His vessel's shields were at five percent, and he'd be injured,
though minorly. He reactivate his viewing device intime to see the
Battleship on that ramming course... Be sucked in the molecular
furnace, the two Battlecruisers following, one into the secondary, the
other into the primary, as the Battleship was being ripped down to it's
very basic components. He realized then that they were doomed, but the
Jem'Hadar, and him, were not capable of retreat. Not when they had been
ordered by their gods. He had nineteen Battlecruisers and his
Battleship left, and so he pressed the attack.

 Squadron commander Fighter-Droid AXC-129-34 reviewed the current
tactical situation. One hundred and eighting TIE droids had been
destroyed, as had eight Corellian Corvettes, both their Nebulon-B
frigates, four Marauder corvettes, two Carrack Cruisers, and six
Corellian Gunships. Enemy losses were 68 of their Corvette-type
vessels. Another twenty four had been boxed in by heavy capital ships
and were being destroyed swiftly. Sixteen had broken through the
defense line and were preparing to attack the transports. -34 reviewed
it's options. He sent a burst transmission to Commander Cahailia and
announced it's intention to use it's fighters to push the enemy ships
towards the guns of her taskforce, which, along with several other
damaged vessels, were covering the transports. She acknowledged, and -
34 accelerated to maximum, opening fire on the corvettes.

 Cahailia watched impotently as the TIE Droids led their suicidal
attacks on the enemy corvettes. The small fighters sprayed their fire
into them, and in such numbers, two of the Corvettes actually fell..
but one after another, seventy three TIE Droids were lost. The
remainder turned at fled towards her ships.. And the Corvettes
followed. Fifteen more TIE Droids had been lost before they outpaced
the Corvettes, scattered.. And left a clear firing path for the two
Liberties.. Which, though damaged, still had fully operational port
batteries. "Fire all Port batteries, flak-burst detonations for heavier
weapons." A spat of red fire lanced from the two ships, massive spheres
of plasma energy flaring up around the Corvettes, smaller bolts
striking home. Four of the Corvettes were essentially vapourized, and
five hulled, one it's nacelles and nose simply gone in a heartbeat. A
tenth had lost a nacelle, and accelerated suddenly.. By the time
Cahailia realized what they were doing, the Corvette had slammed home
against the Mon Dimara's shields, plasma from the superheated wreck
penetrating them, fragments of armour chewing into the cruiser's hull
like a shotgun blast. The deck shuddered beneath her feet, and speaking
in a high-pitched electronic squeal, she desperately attempted to
coordinate damage control efforts, while the four remaining Corvettes
raised on, the Mon Dimara's unshielded hull in that region hit hard by
polaron beams.. When a massive wash of green energy from the viewports
briefly overloaded her visual receptors. As it faded, she saw the
rubble of those four corvettes... And two Trade Federation Battleships
sweeping through it majestically. Though little more than planetary
assault ships, against technologically inferior corvettes, they'd done
their job. Cahailia went back to her damage control work at once. The
ship was the most important thing, now that the transports were safe.

 The Vorta Commander was already dead, his Battleship destroyed by the
next broadside. The two disabled Battlecruisers had been sucked into
Silencer's molecular furnaces, and now thirteen battered Battlecruisers
fought on against Silencer, warheads, plasma energy, and polaron beams
exchanged with vicious intensity. Inside the strategic command center,
Sil reported the situation grim. The enemy frigates were badly
depleting their shields.. And then the remainder of the fleet reported
the enemy Corvettes destroyed. Immedietly, Liana gave the order for the
fleet to come to their aid.

 The Dominion Battlecruisers had detected the loss of their Assault
Ships, and the heavy enemy warfleet heading towards them, and they
turned from their current target, planning to take some of the lesser
enemy ships with them in battle. Shields flared as the Battlecruisers
were caught in the crossfire.. And then.. Some 600 TIE Scimitars,
fitted with Droid brains like those on TIE Droids, were launched from
Silencer's bays, freshly produced out of the consumed warships,
launching full Concussion missile volleys at the Dominion
Battlecruisers with their weakened shields and systems, and spraying
them with fire from their cannons. The Jem'Hadar, disorganized, began
to swing back to face the fighters... The shields on every single one
of the Battlecruisers now down. One after the other, the Bombers swept
over them, small mass drivers flinging the thermal detonators downwards
at a gentle speed. At point-blank range, though, that's all that was
needed. Thousands of small explosions rippled over the hulls of the
Battlecruisers, destroying sensors, weapons emplacements, and crippling
engines. With their sensors largely down, the disorganized group of
ships could not manuver properly to evade the incoming fire.. indeed,
three even collided with each other, exploding, as plasma burst after
plasma burst punched through armour and dealth killer blows to the ten
other Battlecruisers. In eighteen point five three more seconds of
combat, the Jem'Hadar fleet was eliminated.

"Sister Liana.. All fighters have been recovered, and a course has been
plotted for a random point seven point nine five lightyears distant..
The maximum safe distance we can travel with our current sensor
returns. As soon as we arrive, the scans will take one minute,
calculations another two, and we can make another jump of equal
length." Liana sighed, and nodded. They had arrived, and, no surprise,
been greeted by attack. Atleast the unknowns had primitive
technology. "Sil.. Signal the fleet to enter Hyperspace." And with
that, the even more battered remains of the Android Revolutionary Star
Navy leapt into Hyperspace, vengeance strong in their minds...



 The Revolutionaries: Chapter Two.

 Longboats have been sighted!
The evidence of war has begun.
Many Nordic fighting men,
their swords and shields all gleam
in the sun! Call to arms, defend
youselves, get ready to stand
and fight for your lives! Judgement
day has come around, so be prepared!
Don't run, stand your ground!

They're coming in from the sea,
They've come, the enemy!
Beneath the blazing sun..
The battle has to be won!
Invaders.....Pillaging!
Invaders.....Looting!

Set ablaze the camp fires,
alert the other men, from inland!
Warning must be given,
there's not enough men for a
stand! The Vikings are too many,
too powerful to take on our own!
We must have reinforcements,
we cannot fight this battle alone!

They're coming over the hill,
they've come to attack!
They're coming in for the kill,
there's no turning back!
Invaders......Fighting!
Invaders......Marauding!
-  Excerpts from the song "Invaders" by Iron Maiden, off the album "The
Number of the Beast."

 Gamma Quadrant, Near the Bajoran Wormhole, One week later.

  The battered ships of the task-force had lost two more Corellian
corvettes and eight freighters to accidents, as they charted a
desperate series of hyperspace jumps away from the wormhole.. And the
battle. The space around the region seemed dead.. They'd come across a
few wasted planets, a few primitive ones, dodging and skirting enemy
patrols.  Whoever their attackers had been, they definetly seemed
serious when it came to controlling their borders. Liana now stood on
the vunerable and empty bridge of the Conning tower Silencer had added
to himself.. It was actually a trick, simply an area packed with
sensors, but carrying no command functions or any personnel in
action... So that the enemy would waste their fire upon it. Still,
Liana found that empty bridge a good place to think.. To decide the
next path of her people. Silencer's voice, though, changed
everything. "Sister Liana.. I am detecting a disturbance nearby
similiar in nature to the anomaly through which we arrived in this
galaxy. It is within range of our next Hyperjump. I suggest we alter
course to it." She turned towards that electronic eye, considering, her
brain speeding faster than any human's could hope to achieve. "Any
indication of where it leads?" The response was prompt. "The energy
readings suggest it is not  long enough to be intergalactic, as the
other wormhole was. It could, however, easily remove us from the area
of our attacker's sphere of influence, considering their primitive
distortion drives." There was only a single nod from Liana. "I'm going
down to strategic command. Inform the fleet to prepare for a hyperjump
to this anamoly."

  "Latest readings, Silencer?" inquired Dravarus. "Brother Dravarus,
the wormhole is definetly stable... And quite likely artificial." There
were several murmurs from the androids in Strategic Command, as another
male HRD spoke up. "Silencer, what technology level would be required
for such a construct?" Liana, however, answered. "Not something we're
capable of, for sure. However, I highly doubt our friends back there
would still be around.. If whoever built this wormhole still existed.
It should be safe." Another voice added to that opinion.. "Sister
Liana's assumptions are quite logical, all things considered. I suggest
we proceed with sending a probe through."

 On Deep Space Nine, Colonel Kira was getting worried. The relay on the
other side of the Wormhole was being jammed. She was contemplating
sending a Runabout through to check out what was going on, and bringing
the station to yellow alert, when the Wormhole opened. She tensed, and
turned to the operations officer. "What's coming through?" The woman
replied, a bit unsure. "Some kind of automated probe, Colonel... I'm
magnifying visual.." A sphere about two meters in radius, with an
engine attached to the aft section, and an array of eight panels
forward, along with a small cone nose, with what appeared to be a
weapon mounted, became visible, accelerating away from the Wormhole and
towards DS9. "Give me a scanner readout on that thing.." The young
ensign scanned the probe, even as she noted it's scan of the station,
and looked back up the Colonel. "A single plasma weapon mounted.. Rapid
fire, but not very powerful. No threat to the station with our shields
up. Otherwise.. No sign of warp drive, simple Ion engine, heavy scanner
arrays, very light shielding. It's scanning us, too." Kira only briefly
considered.. "Well, it seems unlikely that some species could reach the
Wormhole from that side except the Dominion, now, but there's always a
possibility.. Hail it, standard greetings." The ensign busily worked
her console, and sent the message.. Which the probe, equipped with a
full transmission translation and interception system, quickly
deciphered and translated. The response came in forty three seconds of
rather tense waiting for the operations crew of DS9. "This probe is an
exploratory and scouting 'droid of the ARC Democracy. I was instructed
to scan this region of space and report back so that a vessel of our's
may use the anomaly to escape pursuit by enemies at it's other end. We
are responsible for jamming your scanners. If you would accept a ship
coming for trade and scouting purposes as an advanced vessel for a
small group of refugee ships, we would be most greatful. A second ship
will remain behind, homing in the refugee ships. We apologize, but that
action has the side affect of jamming your scanning device on the other
side of the anomaly." Kira needed only a few moments to think of
desperate refugee ships from the weird-named, apparently peaceful
organization, hard-pressed by the Dominion... For the jointly
administered station, there was only one option. "Your initial ship is
welcome to come through, ARC Probe." The probe angled back towards the
wormhole, coming to stop, though, as it replied. "I am signalling now."
Kira waited, briefly considering the level of technology needed to make
sentient probes..

 Cahailia hated this. They hadn't had time to stop and repair the Mon
Dimara, and because of that, she was getting the job of infiltrating
and seizing any potential installation on the other side. Thanks to the
probe, the existant of a small station was made apparent. Oh well. She
signalled the engine-room for one quarter thrust, since direct bridge
control for the main engines was still down. The Liberty class
cruiser's sleek, organic bulk accelerated towards the wormhole, which
opened welcomingly for it. The trip through the wormhole was rough, but
fascinating, those red artificial eyes studying the myriad of different
emissions on the standard human visual ranges, in addition to the UV
and IR spectrums. X-ray visuals were rather unsettling to her, though,
and she rarely initiated that part of her vision. Then, they exitted
the other end of the wormhole....

 Kira was stunned at the visuals, and the sensor data coming in. The
massive ship, beautiful, and looking rather like it would be more at
home underwater, was a heavily armed battleship, no doubt about it, but
it was gouged with damage not only from Dominion weaponry, but hastily
repaired damaged from as of yet unidentified weapons. Not only that,
but there was no warp drive.. Though some odd tachyon emissions the
ship was giving off was something to investigate later. Definetly, this
ARC Democracy managed to make lots of enemies. Kira just hoped it was
their enemies' faults. "Colonel.. There are no lifesigns aboard that
ship." She almost gaped. "Could it be automated like the probe?" The
engineer on duty leaned back. "Not likely. It has a full atmosphere
inside, various hangars.. It definetly was designed to be manned." Kira
frowned. "Odd.. Well... Open hailing frequencies." A moment later, the
image of what appeared to be a human female.. But, oddly, an albino, a
trait very rare among humans now that preventive genetic therapy could
keep them from being born like that.. She was definetly alive, despite
the sensor readings. "Captain Cahailia of the ARC Warship Mon Dimara,
Commander of the first fleet's outer defense screen.. I greet you in
the name of peace, and I would hope to call you a friend.." The woman
was dressed in flowing robes, unusual for a military commander, but
they oddly didn't look like they'd restrict movement during combat...
And her smile seemed rather hopeful. "Colonel Kira, of the Bajoran
Naval Militia. This is Deep Space Station Nine, a joint Bajoran-
Federation outpost. Forgive me for pressing this, but our sensors read
that your vessel has no lifesigns."  Cahailia smiled
enigmatically. "Colonel Kira, greetings.. And to answer your question..
So that the biological people of the democracy might live in peace and
safety, the military and it's ships are manned by android crews. I'm
one myself, of course." Everyone's attention was focused on the screen,
now, Cahailia saw, though they didn't seem to be repulsed. It didn't
may. They were, after all, organics, and slavery lay ahead for her
people if these ones weren't exterminated.. It was total war.. For
survival.. Now.
"Well, Captain, I'm certain our scientists and engineers will find that
very interesting.. The Federation has only had very limited success
with android projects. Please, though, I'd like to extend our
hospitality. You can beam over whenever you wish." Cahailia held in the
sigh. The first thing the woman did was talk about scientifically
interesting she was. Great. 'I'm just a project to them, she thought.
An experiment, something to study... Kriff.' But she didn't say what
she felt. Instead, she considered the second part of that
statement. "Transporters? Matter-Energy transmission?" Kira
smiled. "That's correct.. I assure you it's safe. Even for carbon-based
lifeforms." She was even more stunned now. They must not believe in the
force, or the idea of such a device killing an organic individual. The
androids considered them acceptable, but the plans for devices had been
destroyed by the Jedi Knights long before. This was an excellent
opprotunity. "Of course, Colonel. I'll get a team together and we'll
prepare to beam aboard, ah, Deep Space Nine, immedietly. Thank you..
Greatly."

 Three HRDs, two Droidekas, and two R2-D5 units beamed aboard Deep
Space Nine. Though Kira had been alarmed by the weapons in two of the
units, they seemed like an integral part of their systems, and she
wasn't about to chop up something that might be sentient. Still, she'd
called security, and they had their Bajoran disruptors aimed at the
platform when the group arrived. Cahailia looked stunned at the
guards.. At they been found out? Then Kira spoke. "We detect that two
of your, uh, people had integral weapons systems. I didn't want to take
any chances." She relaxed, and actually did sigh in relief that
time. "Well, alright.. I understand, then. They're Droidekas.. Our own
security guards, you could say. " One of them spoke, then. "Colonel
Kira, I am DAVX-1288.. I assure you, I do not have instructions to harm
any of your personnel or civilians." Kira smiled, and nodded. "Well
then.. Captain, would you care to join me in the administrator's
office? Your other crewers are welcome on the Promenade.. Even the..
Droidekas." Cahailia grinned. "That would be fine, Kira, if I might
call you that.. And to you, please, call me Cahailia No need for
formality among commanders. Lead the way, please." After Kira had led
Cahailia to Sisko's old office, they both set down and began to talk..
Cahailia offer lies about who her people really were, but still being
courtious, as the other units mingled on the promenade... After some
twenty minutes, one of the HRDs met up with the two R2-D5s, and spoke
in a brief burst of high-pitched electronic exchange.. The words "Hack
their systems and shut the station down immedietly. Be very careful to
avoid discovery.. If you are discovered, signal for one of the
Droidekas." With that, he walked on, back into the crowds, as the other
units began their task.

  Cahailia was listening with intent fascination to Kira's description
of the Borg, the entire idea of a hive-mind race of cyborgs definetly
interesting to her... Wondering if an alliance could be formed with
them, since they were both inorganic.. After a fashion, atleast. Just
as Kira finished.. All the power went out, the whir of.. Every.. dieing
off. She leaped to her feet, and tapped her combadge, "Engineering,
what's going on!?" The reply sounded desperated. "Sabotage... The
computer has shut EVERYTHING down, even the backups.. I can't restart
anything!" Kira's instincts never failed her.. She knew who it had to
be. Swiftly, she drew her disruptor pistol, and fired at Cahailia..
Who'd been expecting her to atfirst order her to surrender. The shot
was unexpected, but the weapon was set to heavy stun, and didn't affect
the HRD at all. Cahailia rolled swiftly out of her chair, her IR
spectrum visual receptors picking up Kira easily, even with only dim
light from the stars illuminating the room, and she ripped off a leg of
the current desk and flung it with deadly accuracy... The piece of
metal lancing through Kira's heart and out the other side of her back.
With a cry of pain, she died. Cahailia approached her, while reaching
into robes and removing the powerpack for a blaster, and the two
sections of the holdout blaster.. The small weapon, when un-assembled,
did not register to the Federation sensors. She snapped the pieces of
the gun together, slid the power pack in, and grabbed Kira's disruptor,
now set to kill, in her other hand, and walked to the doors. She
brought a foot up and kicked with all her android strength, ripping
them out of their mechanisms and sending them flying across Ops, a
scream given from one person whom one of the flying doors had struck in
the head, as she opened fire at the crewers trying to re-establish the
systems, working by portable emergency lights, each gun spitting shots
with inhuman accuracy that sent the Ops crew down, all dead or wounded,
in five point six seconds. Only two shots had been returned at her, and
she'd dodged them both. Cahailia leaped over to the transporter
controls, while signalling through an internal com device to the other
units.. "Ops secured, restore power to transporter and turbolift
systems only." As the console lit up, Cahailia acessed the section
containing an operational manual for reference when a novice controller
might be operating the device, and ten seconds later, began beaming
various armed droids, assasin, combat, and wardroid types, in groups of
seven, onto DS9. The first group packed into the turbolift and headed
below.

 On the Promenade, the two fully shielded Droidekas were holding off
over a dozen security personnel, another dozen laying dead at their
feet as their blasters pounded away, blowing out chips of the floor,
and walls, the other two HRDs with the R2-D5 units under cover,
occasionally firing captured federation phaser rifles. Without Odo to
tip the scales in their favour, there was no way DS9's security forces
could advance on them or clean them out of the area, especially with
the advance the droids had of built-in IR vision, while the security
personnel were fighting by starlight.
 Then, behind them, the doors to the Turbolift opened, and the
personnel finally thought reinforcements had arrived. Instead, two
Droidekas and two assasin droids opened up on them from their
unprotected rear position, slaughtering the fourteen of them in a
matter of seconds. They joined up with their comrades, and began to
sweep the promenade.

 Liana had just been informed by Silencer that another fleet of the
unknowns was approaching, and had ordered all fighters launched.
Grimly, she watched as the droid-fighters engaged the leading corvettes
of the enemy fleet, dozens of fighters being destroyed as, slowly, one
after another, dots representing enemy Corvettes winked out. Cahailia
had better hurry.

 Five minutes ago, the R2-D5 units had arrived and began restoring
systems at Ops as more and more droids were brought over, the command
codes that the two units had decoded now memorized by Cahailia, who was
using the security fields to trap organics for easy extermination
throughout the station, as other droids began to word on downloading
the data availible on DS9's computers. Also, now that weapons were
under their control, the probe had been sent back through,  and alerted
the rest of the fleet. The fleet's fighter screens had been hotly
engaged with the leading elements of another fleet of the unknown
vessels, and when the probe came through, Liana breathed a sigh of
relief, and ordered the fleet through the wormhole, a few after-most
corvettes trading shots with the Jem'hadar warships as they and the
fighters entered the Wormhole last, leaving the Vorta commander
seething, that the unknowns had escaped beyond the Dominion's grasp.
After the peace treaty, they could not blockade nor travel through the
wormhole. He order the fleet back, minus eight assault ships, to report
his failure.

 Three hours later, Deep Space Nine.

 "Apparently, we were saved from further pursuit by the allies' treaty
with the Dominion regarding this 'Bajoran Wormhole'. The Dominion is a
clone warrior force, and we were lucky to not face a larger portion of
their fleet. Still, I think we made a mistake in seizing Deep Space
Nine! I have studied their records; This Federation has an android whom
they've given freedom too. I fear we have committed a fatal error, my
comrades.." Cahailia finished hesitantly. Liana snorted once. "Face the
truth, Cahailia. We, as Human replica androids, might be welcomed, but
all of us who are not would surely be used as little more than slaves
by the Federation. Meanwhile, considering their stance on genetic
engineering, they'd probably treat greatly superiour androids in the
same fashion if there were more than one of them. They'd lock us up!"
The murmurs and voicings of consent were considerable, and Cahailia had
no choice but to yield her arugement. It was to late anyway. Then,
Liana spoke again. "Dravarus, I want you to lead a Star Destroyer
Squadron to the Federation's 'Memory Prime'. It contains all of their
data they've ever collected. With that, we can safely chart Hyperspace
paths through large areas of space, and it might contain additional
information not availible at an outpost like this due to security
concerns. Leave immedietly.. And leave no survivors after your data
raid." Dravarus grinned softly. "As you wish, sister.. It will be just
like old times, I think..." And with that, he headed for one of the
transporter pads that wasn't being ripped up for study and copy. Then,
Liana spoke to the com-link with Silencer. "Sil.. I want you to take
any fighters that you feel are necessary and deal with those Bajoran
Naval Militia ships that have been scanning us.. and then any planetary
defenses on Bajor." The voice that replied was calm. "Of course, sister
Liana.. Should the planet be consumed?" Liana smiled softly. "No, not
yet.. A blockade is sufficient for now. Take any moons or asteroids you
need once you've destroyed their fleet, though. Good luck, Sil."