[Randallw]

Revas was discussing the maintenance of the engines with the fourth when his earpiece rang. Breaking off his discussion he turned to his control console and opened the communication channel. The Vorta whose image appeared in front of him looked about the same age as he, but this counted for little as Vorta were activated fully grown and when they could no longer serve the founders adequately they were terminated and a new younger version created.
“How may I serve the Founders?” Revas questioned.
“Sensors have detected anomalous readings in one of this systems storm, Take a squadron and investigate” the senior Vorta commanded.
“I will obey” Revas replied before terminating the link. He immediately contacted the other 2 ships in the squadron and relayed the orders. Following normal Dominion procedure one officer was given the orders and in turn passed those orders to those below them. Turning to the helmsman he gave swift orders to head for the storm. Apart from him and the first, none of the crew could actually see where they were going, except by sensors, but this was not important as long as they obeyed. Until now the ships had been guarding, without question, the Wormhole leading to the Federation. Again without question, the Jem’Hadar crew obeyed their orders. Revas was little older than his crew, only 1, and in fact the first was older, in his case 3, but none of the crew would dispute his orders. They were the Jem’Hadar, he was the Vorta, It was the order of things. Revas vessel set a course for the nearby Storm, flanked on either side by the 2 other ships. Revas was anxious to fulfil his orders quickly and get back to the wormhole. If the orders had been urgent he might have risked moving directly through the asteroid field partway to the storm but instead he ordered a heading around the field. Eventually the small squadron reached the storm and headed in.
“Sensor readings?” he asked the fourth.
“Anomalous reading at direct heading” the fourth reported.
“What kind?” demanded Revas. Jem’Hadar were made to fight and were not as technically proficient as other races but the fourth obeyed orders and scanned deeper.
“Unidentified, but roughly indicative of a vessel” the Jem’Hadar finally answered.
“Helm, head deeper into storm” Revas commanded, and the wingships followed. Revas peered through his eyepiece at the storm. Part of him knew it would be impossible for him to see anything the sensors wouldn’t pick up first, but still he strained his eyes, which the founders had deemed not important enough to improve, trying to make out anything within the swirling gasses and ion flares ahead. The strain must have been affecting him because a dark blur started to form just ahead, but then the form started to take shape.
“Sensor read.ings….” Revas shouted as the fourth reported a vessel directly ahead.
Revas looked back at the ship quickly forming in his eyepiece. The vessel, realising it had been discovered, powered up its engines and attempted to flee.
“Vessel is a Federation colony ship” the fourth reported.
Momentarily Revas wondered how a Federation vessel could be in Dominion space. It certainly couldn’t have gotten past the heavily armed defences at the wormhole, which would mean it must have been observing the system since before the border was established. How it came to be here quickly became irrelevant however as the enemy ship was attempting to escape.
“Destroy it” he commanded.
The enemy vessel futilely attempted to escape but it was not built to outrun warships and quickly the squadron caught up to it. They unleashed a hail of fire that tore pieces from it until eventually the weight of fire caused it to explode. Revas ordered the wreckage to be scanned, and then set course out of the storm so he could report what he had discovered. The Dominion would have to ready its defences. Apparently the Federation could not be trusted.