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Admiral O'Brien looked across at the chained ex-Regent and smiled.
'Seems like the end of the road for the Alliance, Worf. The rebels have reached Cardassia with minimal losses. Your idea of cloaked ships was inspired; I am glad we could make use of it.'
'What about Q'onos?' Worf growled.
'Since our invasion six months ago, we've installed someone in power who is more… amenable to humanity's welfare - Chancellor K'Ehleyr's doing very well. But you won't be visiting anytime soon.'
'I care nothing about my fate.'
'Then I hope you like this little surprise. Captain Bashir, fetch the Tribbles.'