"CAREY, DIANNE - CALL TO ARMS" - читать интересную книгу автора (Carey Diane)

"i don't care what it is as long as you bring down the network."

"in time, weyoun. i'm already working on it. now... let me introduce you
to the commander's office, weyoun. this way." dukat nearly paused for a
breath of success as the hatch doors parted and let him into the station
commander's office. once his, then sisko's, and now his again. he was
fairly proud of himself and couldn't help but prance a bit. though...
not for taking back the station. the dominion had helped too much for
that. the cardassians, after war with the klingons, had been too weak to
take back the station or any part of the quadrant from the federation.
admittedly, they had to have help for that. the war had reduced
cardassia to an insignificant power, no matter what they wanted anyone
else to believe. when the dominion came, the cardassians had little
power to resist and would've made thralls of cardassia along with
everyone else or been wiped out altogether. instead, dukat had
maneuvered an alliance and made cardassia useful to the dominion. many
others had not been so clever and had been destroyed. that fate might
still await others-- the federation, the klingons--who could tell? but
until then and probably after, cardassia would survive. and, of course,
there was always a long-range plan. everyone knew they were using each
other. the dominion, the cardassians, the bajorans, tholians, so on. all
knew there was no love between them, it was simply inconvenient for all
to go to war right now when shorter goals could be realized. dukat's
long-range plan was that the cardassians would eventually become so
valuable to the dominion that they would slowly become stronger. the day
would come when the two forces would turn upon each other. dukat
intended that, on that day, the cardassians would be strong enough to
push the dominion back through the wormhole and lock it there for good.
for now, cardassia had to be useful and survive. in the short run, that
mine field would stay there for a while. the longer the mine field was
up, the longer the dominion needed dukat. he would make attempts to
figure out the clever technology. that would take time. dismantling them
would take even longer. the tricky mines would baffle his engineers for
as long as he needed them to be baffled. a few weeks to shore up the
cardassians presence here and cardassian control. a few weeks to be seen
in charge of things, to entrench himself and the cardassian presence in
the sector, to make cardassia more useful, more necessary in the eyes of
the dominion. for now, that was cardassia's only hope. for the
future--hopes would broaden.

he needed time to patch up cardassia's many factions. dukat would have
to iron away the wrinkles that had contributed to losing the war with
the klingons. such a defeat must never happen again. cardassia would not
only have to be strong in ordnance and ability, but its power structure
must be in line. otherwise, there would be internal struggles and the
foundation would crumble. the ops center was a smashed mess. the station
had put up a monumental fight, and then the evacuating starfleet
contingent had taken an electrical sledgehammer to the main controls and
every ancillary system aboard. the damage had veined through the body of
the station, causing burnouts and overloads almost everywhere. dukat had