"It's ironic, a pre-war Dominion might have actually stood a chance against the Borg," Luther Sloan, Stardate 52645.7
2376;
Odo emerged from the link. As his body slowly retook it's familiar shape he took a moment to quash the nagging feeling of emptiness that always accompanied his breaking from the link, as he knew every time he did it was for a purpose.
Waiting patiently and with the usual awe inspired gleeful grin across his face was Weyoun. The small island of rock stuck out above the Great Link's vast oceanic effect and provided the only meeting place where solids and Changelings would interact.
"What is it Weyoun?" Odo asked, the rasp in his voice, the slight tilt in his head, he hadn't lost his touch for enquiry.
"I do apologize to disturb the matters of Gods," Weyoun began, regretting his choice of words remembering Odo's distaste for the term. Nevertheless the Vorta continued, "There is a matter of great importance to the Dominion I wish to discuss with you."
Weyoun paused a moment, but sensing Odo wasn't going to speak, he continued; "A decade or so ago one of my predecessors dispatched a long range probe, it was to map the outer regions of the Gamma Quadrant and bring back information regarding harvestable resources, ideal ketracel-white production locations…" Weyoun trailed off, the probe's third purpose was to find conquerable populations, but he decided Odo needn't know that. Besides if he is a god, so he must already know.
Odo took a step toward, examining the little Vorta's facial expression, going over Weyoun's words, the hidden meanings. Finally he spoke; "And… ?"
"The probe reports back each month with it's finding, and military or scientific vessels are dispatched accordingly, but this month… the report was a little… odd."
Odo must admit he was intrigued, it had been a long time since he'd engaged in any conversation where he hadn't already known all possible answers through the telepathic connection in the link. "What was so odd about this report?"
"It came back in just 8 words." Weyoun swallowed hard, he knew the words off by heart, they had been burnt into the back of his sockets since the moment the First had reported the probe's data.
"It read, We are the Borg. You will be assimilated."