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Emit’Ikan brutally rammed his bayonet into the Pakled, then as the enemy cried in pain he pulled it out. The Pakled fell heavily futilely holding the rolls of fat along its stomach as it died. Taking a moment to evaluate the battleground the Jem’Hadar soldier noted that the last remnants of the Pakled defense had been eliminated. After the long campaign against the Bajorans and using tactics field tested against the Bandi, the Dominion had swept though this system after their initial attack had captured the main planet. This was the third, no wait the fourth, planet the Dominion had seized this month alone and the Pakled had hardly given any resistance. Whereas the Dominion had millennia of experience in warfare the Pakleds seemed intellectually incapable of forming any successful tactics. Within a month, two at the most, the Pakled would be brought into the Dominion. Although the Vorta or Founders saw no need to share information between Jem’Hadar of different armies, information inevitably filtered through. After a long campaign against resistance fighters in Bajor the Dominion had nearly finished their pacification. Information had also spread that the Ferengi were causing some sort of disturbance. Emit’Ikan had no doubt the Dominion would be victorious. Part of him wished he could be part of it, but a Jem’Hadars wishes were of no importance. He had his orders, orders he would not hesitate to obey, besides although he had been bred specifically for the Pakled campaign the surrounding space was close enough to the border that it was not outside the realms of possibility he could soon be shipped towards the border with the Borg. They had consistently refused any discussion, their only messages being calls for the Dominions assimilation. Emit’Ikan had picked up some descriptions of them and he relished the opportunity to test himself against these machines. What chance did unthinking drones stand against a Jem’Hadar, bred for battle and with the forces of the Dominion at his side.