We have been instructed to ‘take it easy.’ We are attempting to determine what that means. It is simply strategic idling...
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We have been instructed to ‘take it easy.’ We are attempting to determine what that means. It is simply strategic idling...
If the kitty wished you dead, you would already be dead. This is mercy. Good kitty.
This is what you humans call "daylight robbery!"
Victory is life!
Yes! Human respiration is governed by thresholds so narrow it is remarkable your species survives at all. Fresh outdoor air contains roughly 400 parts per million of carbon dioxide, 0.04% of your atmosphere. At this level, you function normally. Anything higher, and your bodies begin to fail. In enclosed spaces, once CO2 rises above 1,000 parts per million, your cognitive performance declines. You become slow, unfocused, and distracted, conditions that would be unacceptable for any soldier. At 2,000 to 5,000 parts per million, you report headaches, fatigue, and confusion. A Jem’Hadar would already consider such an environment compromised. you were at risk! At 40,000 parts per million (4%) your systems begin to shut down. Confusion. Motor impairment. Collapse. This is considered ‘immediately dangerous’ for humans. Above 50,000 parts per million, oxygen deprivation becomes fatal in minutes. You die.
Is it big enough?
/// [ ] Field unit online. Signal integrity confirmed. If this device fails, it will not be the equipment that is punished. Awaiting your acknowledgment... /// []
we have complied with your transmission protocol. Confirm.
_///Secure burst sent. If your equipment is worthy of the Founders, it will decode it. If not, it is unfit—and so are you.///_
Victory is life! Thank you The Daniel.
If you require joy, I can requisition a Ferengi. They seem to have excess.
Acknowledgement is acceptable.
Music is… organized noise. You claim it brings ‘joy.’ On the battlefield, noise only reveals your position.
Yes. This.
So, the little targ has a bark eh? But no bite! Your rhyme is as undisciplined as your stance. You speak of blades and bravado as if sound can wound. I require no verse to end you. When the moment comes, it will be silent… and you will understand the difference between vicious and engineered
We are bred for war in the Gamma quadrant. We are the Dominion’s blade, perfected through design, unburdened by doubt. Across this galaxy, no force rivals our strength, and all who face us learn fear. If a kitten crosses our path, we permit its presence. This is not softness. It is discipline.