[4thdimension]

Captain Picard holstered the Poleron weapon and stepped around Odo, taking in the carnage. He scanned the corridor ahead of them and then knelt down, testing the weight of the Hirogen Plasma Rifle. Suprisingly light he hoisted the weapon easily. Staring down at the control console, he dared not attempt touch the device. This vessel was likely swarming with Hirogen by now, he reasoned.

"An amazing performance Ambassador." Picard said over his shoulder.
"It's amazing the things you learn in the Link." The changling called from within the bridge. "The main communications node is destroyed. This ship is useless." Picard stood and returned to the bridge, maneuvering the plasma rifile around the door frame. He noticed that indeed, all control surfaces were now black; no power anywhere. "I don't suppose you have anymore of those portable transporter pads on you?" The Captain shook his head, that had been a one time trick. An experimental field tricorder, capable of replicating several materials and tools had been the saving grace that had saved Picard from the Hirogen blade before. Unfortunatly it now rested on the cave floor, or had been scooped up by a curious hunter.
"Unfortunately not, Ambassador." He scanned the bridge, and as his eyes fell for the second time on the Vorta's command Visor a smile spread across his face. " But perhaps we don't need it."

Odo nodded his understanding. "I'll guard the door."