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"Incoming communication, sir!" A too-enthusiastic ensign looked sprightly up at Deep Space Nine's night shift commander. This was not the commander's favorite shift; during this period of time, most of the drunkards found their way home from the Promenade, and Security usually had its hands full. It was too early into the shift for him to have ( Read more... )

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As the bomb raced towards its target, it began to transmit on as many frequencies as it could manage. The message it was transmitting was a simple one, repeated over and over: "Someone set us up the bomb." As the long range targeting sensors picked up on the signal that it had been scanning for, it adjusted its course to intercept the target.
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          The exocomp received a response from the message it sent earlier. Soon revenge would be his. It might not be from his own hands -- in fact, he didn't have any hands -- but it would still net the same result.