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A/N: Please forgive my sad attempt at techno lingo and such. Also, I'm sorry for not updating this story on the 30th. My laptop and the computer were acting up.

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Thanks to Tony's ingenuity Quark, Rom, Nog, and Odo were finally able to return to their original time. It only took them three years in the past... But hey, at least they got back in time for Nog to enter Starfleet.

The other three got on a transport shuttle back to Deep Space 9.

Just in time to join the battle between body snatching beings from Psychoverse and dragons allied with clones who refused to be controlled.

Odo rushed through the docking doors as soon as there was an opening. Quark and Rom right behind them. Before they part ways to go where they were needed, Odo the bridge and the brothers the bar, Odo throws a passing comment to Quark, "Don't think you're off the hook for that smuggling stunt you pulled."

Quark's eyes bulged, "From three years ago?!"

Odo didn't answer, but he did allow himself a little smile on his way to the bridge.

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Exiting the turbolift Odo says, "What the situation?"

"Shortly after you left we got some guests." Dax reports, "Turns out these lifeforms that live in some kind of dream realm have been stealing DNA and making bodies for themselves."

"And those bodies don't want to be under their control anymore." Sisko added. "I've offered them sancuary."

"I take it the lifeforms didn't like that." Odo comments.

The station took a hit from the lifeform's flag ship and those on the bridge grabbed hold of their posts so they didn't fall.

Sisko grit his teeth, "What was your first clue?"

Odo goes to tactical and reports, "Heavy damage to the northern habitat ring. Casualties reports incoming."

"We're being hailed by the Centrist lead, uh, dragon.", says an ensign at comms.

"Let it through." Says Sisko.

Appearing on the viewscreen is an emerald haird woman wearing loose blue armour. "Sisko. We need assistance! When will more federation ships arrive?"

He turns to the ensign.

"ETA one hour."

"That's too long. We need reinforcments!" The woman, Lady Noctis, was clearly frustrated. Her people were fighting a losing fight on behalf of their allies. They would not give up, of course. To do so was unthinkable. That didn't mean they wouldn't gladly accept help.

Speaking of help...

Lady Noctis' eyes widened. "Is that a changling?!"

Startled, Odo widened his eyes questioningly, "I am. Is that a problem?"

"Its perfect! One moment, Sisko. I'll be right back!"

The viewscreen shut off.

The bridge crew stared at each other in confusion. They didn't have long to wonder as the dragon woman hailed them again.

"Ha! I don't know how that old anguis knew, but she knew we'd need this." She held up a glass vial of blueish-green liquid. "Changeling, what are you called?"

"My name is Odo."

"Odo, this vial is a, well the closest word in English would be 'potion', but that isn't entirly accurate as 'potion' suggests something of a magical nature... Whatever, its a potion of knowledge." Noctis explains, "This will tell you all you need to know to become a Stella Magnaserpen. A dragon with incredible firepower."

"I am unable to ingest food and drink."

Noctis squinted, "You don't drink it. You pour a drop on your hand and the knowledge absorbs immedietly. Sisko, I'm sending it over now."

Atop of Odo's console the vial materialised. He looked to Sisko for confirmation.

"Its up to you, Odo."

Odo lifted the vial and twisted the cap off.

...

Dragons covered in dark scales that reflected the light from the phasor fire and stray beams of starlight flitted through the Dream-beings ships, readily returning fire.

The Dream-beings ships were those of all walks of warp capable species. Klingon birds of prey, Romulen warbirds, Ferengi freighters, and even the odd shuttle craft. All modified to last in battle, weapon desgins like those the Alpha Quadrant had never seen before.

Atop the dragon's lower backs were condense domes. Inside those domes crews of Centrians manned ion cannons, scanned for weaknesses in their enemies' sheilds, and gaurded their pilot's rear end.

The Dream-beings fought with all they had and the Centrians did as well. But it wasn't enough. The Centrians were losing.

Without reinforcments the Dream-beings would have the clones, and whoever else still lived, as their slaves. Everyone on the station would lose their bodies and be lost in Psychospace.

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An airlock opened on DS9 and out came a viscous copper ooze. The ooze expanded and grew long. The front bulged and spiny protrusions grew two fifths down. Its coloring shifted to a pale yellow, and shined like a newborn star.

It wasn't long before the shape became clear. Odo had become a Stella Magnaserpen. A great star dragon from ancient times. A being who's cosmic fire was said to be powerful enough to destroy entire planets, the shockwave felt galaxies away.

Odo snaked passed the other dragons, narrow eyes focused on the Dream-beings lead ship.

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Amidst the destruction wrought by Odo, the O'Brien clones piloted their shuttle through the wormhole. But they're escape didn't go unnoticed.

A Dream-being ferangi ship was right behind them. They fired on the shuttle's engines, the shields shuttering.

The shuttle retured fire with it's modified weapons, striking the ferangi ship's hull.

Phasor fire and torpedos flew between the two ships. Energy from the anomaly flashed and crackled around them. The smaller mass of the shuttle easily dodged the blasts. Until the Dream-beings got clever.

They rapid fired two precise shots on either side of the shuttle and deployed a volley of torpedos, all intentions to capture the clones forgotten.

Three torpedos hit their mark, but the shields, strengthened by the talented efforts of the engineers within, held strong. The shuttle however was forced off course just before the wormhole's exit. It careened out of control, crashing into the wormhole wall.

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"Ugh..."

Six rubbed his head, wincing when his hand brushed a bump. He sat up and checked on his brothers to make sure they were okay. Seven and Three were sprawled out on the deck where they'd landed after their falls.

Four was already up, survaying the damage reports at the console. He glanced back the youngest clone. "You're up. Good. Help my fix this."

Six stood and stepped over the other two clones and made his way over to the console. He glanced at the comm controls, the call light blinking irregurally. "Shouldn't we answer that?"

Four didn't bother to look up from the exposed panal he was working on. "No."

Six's brows creased, but he turned his eyes away and focused on assisting with the repairs. It wasn't long before the others woke and they joined in on the clean up.

Three glared at the flashing comm light.

Six pursed his lips and rubbed his scarred eye. "If it annoys you that much, answer it!"

Three did just that.

"Finally decided to answer me, hm?" A woman's voice came through.

"Who's this?" Six demanded.

"In a bad mood? That's fine, I would be too after narrowly escaping them."

Three frowned. Six tilted his head. He knew that tone the woman was using. "You didn't answer my question."

They could hear the smirk in her voice, "The name's Katie. Katie O'Clare."