Disclaimer: I don't own DS9. Nor do I own the Borg, who do not actually appear during the series. Flame away, people, but I'll use the flames to fry a Borg or two. Now on with the story.

"Colenel, the wormhole's opening."

Colenel Kira Nerys looked up fron the tactical display she was studying and directed her attention to the Ops veiwscreen. She could see the magnificence of the Bajoran wormhole, home to her people's gods and passegeway to the Gamma Quadrant, flaring up in the darkness of space. An object was emerging from its depths. As it left the brilliance of the open wormhole, the brightness died and the flared mouth of the wormhole closed. Kira stared at the ship on the screen. The last time she had seen one of those ships coming out of the wormhole, it had been on shaky terms. Her tactiacal officer told her what her eyes already had.

"It's a Dominion ship, Colenel. Hevily damaged. Looks like they were attacked."

Who could do this to the Dominion? "Lifesigns?"

"Six. Very faint. Four Jem'Hadar, one Vorta, and one changeling."

A changeling? Kira was puzzled. Changelings did not normaly accompany Jem'Hadar ships on their missions. But maybe things were different now, and traveling shapeshifters were more common. Or maybe this was just a unique case. Kira's warrior instincts buzzed with warnings of traps and ruses, but her heart said one word, one word to make up her mind. Odo. If a changeling were lost, Odo would know it. And he would feel the pain of it.

"Beam them directly to sickbay."

"Yes, ma'am. They've arrived safeley."

"I'll be right there. Teret, you have Ops."

"Understood."

Kira wasted no time in arriving at sickbay, immedietly questioing Dr. Bashir.

"Are they alright?"

"Not many major injuries. They'll all live. The changeling isn't able to change shape yet, but it's still recovering. They should be on their feet in no time."

Kira surveyed the patients. The changeling lay in a bucket in its natural liquid shape. On the next biobed was a female Vorta, unconcious. Three Jem'Hadar lay in similar states of catatonia on the neighboring beds, and at the end of the line was a pod identical to the one in which Quark had found an infant Jem'Hadar on a salvaged Dominion ship.

"A baby?" Kira gestured at the pod.

"Yes. The child is showing all the same metabolic readings we got from the infant Jem'Hadar Quark picked up. Nothing unhealthy about him, for a Jem'Hadar that is."

"Can you wake one of them?"

"Yes. I'd suggest the Vorta, as she would doubtless be more docile than a Jem'Hadar in a situation like this."

Kira nodded. "Do it."

Bashir filled a hypospray with the appropriate chemical stimulant and injected the Vorta on the table. Her eyes blinked open and focused on Kira at once. She spoke.

"Colenel Kira Nerys. Bajoran Militia. Commanding officer, station Deep Space Nine."

Kira nodded uncomfortably. She had never liked the uncanny knowledge that every Vorta seemed to posess about every Federation or Federation-aligned officer in the quadrant. "That's me."

The Vorta nodded. "Eana. Third Dominion Guard Contingent. Thank you for bringing us aboard." Her face took on a look of urgencey. "The Founder. Is he well?"

"He's fine." Kira gestured over to the stand where the changeling's bucket perched.

Eana stood and walked over to look. The golden liquid that was Kira's tentative guest, Bashir's recovering patient, and her god was calm and peaceful. Eana gazed at it in reverent scilence, then spoke.

"The Borg."

Kira's head snapped around. "What!"

"The people who attacked us. They called themselves the Borg. I assumed you would want to know?"

A/n: I havn't sen DS9 in a while so I can't remember the term they used for sickbay. So don't kill me!