War

Niomo sighed as the Fleet Captain gave his response. "If what you are saying is true, then it makes the Chancellor's declaration of war even more prudent. He has automatically locked us out of any chance at diplomacy or contacting Mr. Worf."

Niomo rubbed what was becoming more of an 11 o'clock shadow on his chin and sighed again, "So, like the Romulans, we just have to sit back and wait for them to make their move. Do we have any idea as to what kind of fleet they are sending at us? I'd have to assume it is much larger than whatever Sela is rounding up."

The engineer finally lifted his eyes off the PADD and slowly looked around the room from his chair. Sometimes he wished he had remained a simple engineer back before the Borg invasion. He seemed to keep thinking less like an Engineer and more like a Captain. But since he already was doing so...

"Hmm...Fleet Captain. Best case scenario, we contain the Azimuth Horizon. What then? Are we going to have two wars on our hands anyway? What are our operatives and diplomats saying about these other factions' feelings if we are successful?"