But Who?

[Cptn Corizon 0]

Commander Ah-Windu Corizon placed his hand upon the consol, absorbing the massive amounts of data that had just been thrown at him in the period of what seemed like five minutes.

 

Excalibur and the ‘Dragon Fleet’ had tipped the balance of the Battle of Camelot, saving what had begun to look like sure defeat – he made a note to send the Sorehl a thank you card. But just as Corizon was beginning to feel relieved, despite the heavy damages the allied fleet had taken, Sprint delivered more bad news.

 

Reports coming in from hundreds of Dominion worlds…they’re under attack.

 

Corizon grasped for something to say; “From who?” was all he could muster.

 

Sprint shook his head. “Unknown sir,” he said looking over the hundreds of reports streaming in. “They’re shaky at best. The Dominion Communications grid has been damaged…”

 

Again Corizon searched for words. “Get…” his mind raced. “Get Sorehl, Day, K’Vorlag, N’Kedre, Khevio…and what ever Vorta you can find into the Round Table ASAP…”

 

Sprint nodded.

 

Corizon looked over the incoming communications; they were garbled. Some of them less than a few broken lines of automated distress beacons. Hundreds of worlds were under attack. But from who?

 

Could the Hundred really have orchestrated such a massive offensive? The questions swirled around in his head.

 

While others would be celebrating the victory of the moment, the latest twist in this tangled web had Corizon perplexed, worried and anxious.

 

And one question continued to haunt; but who?