<[Only with the help of a felinid, and a good measure of help at that.]>
<[Only in technique,]> she replied. <[They had never fought an enemy like
you. Only a fool goes into battle with a blindfold over her eyes,]> she
commented.
His facial expression hardened. A response at that comment was a fruitless
proposition.
She leaned forward a little. <[You and your people are our prisoners,]> she
stated simply. <[I won't ask you who your masters are because you aren't
going to tell me. But we know you aren't smart enough to have designed those
ships, and we know you aren't smart enough to use them effectively. So sooner
or later, your people will make a mistake, and we will be there when you do,
and we'll track your masters down.]>
<[Perhaps you will not have to work hard at it. Perhaps they will come to
you. Perhaps we know more about you and your Federation than you think. Like
what the coordinates of Terra are, or how you barely beat you latest, greatest
enemy the Dominion. We know more than you think, and by the time you realize
the extent of our surveillance.... Well, let's say that your prey animal
partners will already be on our feast tables.]> he said equaling her tone and
demeanor.
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