By Nathan Warner
All nature abhors a vacuum, Weyoun thought, gazing out over the known universe. And the wisdom of the Founders would fill it!
He patted the console of the Dominion Battlecruiser beneath him.
Outside in space, the ship lazily considered the horizon of its habitat. It was the sole apex predator of its realm, and it knew it. To an outside observer, the ship embodied the attitude of the Founders – ruling disinterested and secure over the heavens – like a Kovian Tiger that knows it has no contender for its title of “King of the Jungle” or a Tamarrian shark cruising disinterestedly through the sea.
Weyoun stared out through his eyepiece on the universe before them. Every star he could see would sooner or later be brought out of chaos and into order by the mighty Dominion. It was the way of things – as immutable as the laws that governed faster-than-light travel.
Yes, if there was one constant in existence, it was the will of the Founders – and that term dominated all the other variables in the Galaxy.
Order was the Founders’ great export in their economy and obedience the only acceptable import.
He looked down on the Jem’Hadar busying themselves at their posts – the model of perfect obedience – and then turned to his Vorta subordinate.
“Moyoun, how long till we reach the Kiran nebula?” he asked, gesturing lazily towards the pink hues of a stellar cloud spread out before them.
“2.573 days at present speed,” Moyoun answered. “Should I increase velocity?”
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