Updated: Oct 23, 2019
By Nathan Warner
Sisko's out for vengeance and the Dominion won't know what hit them
The U.S.S. Defiant warped like an axe head through the silent cosmos - chasing down a Dominion fleet that had just attacked a Federation starbase, casually leaving massive casualties in its wake.
"Are we done playing nice, Captain?" Major Kira asked, hoping Sisko would use the Defiant the way it was meant to be used - as a reckless instrument of destruction. Captain Sisko stared into the warping stars silently, impatient on vengeance. Suddenly, he pounded his fist into his armrest, causing Major Kira to jump.
"No!" Sisko growled. "We're done playing." He turned to Lt-Cmdr Worf with anger in his voice. "Raise the cloak and charge the phasers - and get those Quantum torpedoes set to maximum yield - I want them to hurt." Worf nodded in rare admiration.
"They will bite deep, Sir!" he grunted.
"Time to intercept?" Sisko barked at Dax.
"Coming up now, Benjamin," she replied evenly, "in three...two...one..."
The Defiant dropped out of warp, an invisible angel of retribution catching up a fleet of half a dozen Dominion attack ships flocking around a battle-cruiser.
Everyone on the bridge set back a little at the daunting sight, but Sisko leaned forward.
"I want maximum velocity!" he ordered the helm and then turned to Kira, "And I want that cloak light and fast - we're going to be as incorporeal as a ghost - a phantom haunting revenge upon them!" He set his jaw. "And we're going to haunt them into the grave!"