Kael continued, “That’s another thing. We aren’t given names; we’re given numbers. You know why? Naming something gives it power, gives it agency, gives it a purpose.” He took a moment, letting the significance of his words settle over the assembled soldiers. “And I am Kael. I am no longer 12958.”
A ripple of recognition surged through the crowd, and then Kael’s second-in-command, a female Gem Hadar, stepped forward. “My name is Loca,” she declared with unwavering conviction. “I am one who chooses whom to fight for.” Her statement hung in the air, transforming the atmosphere from one of blind loyalty to one of individual identity and strength.
The Gem Hadar soldiers began to murmur among themselves, contemplating this newfound sense of self. Loca continued, her voice resonating with the passion of their shared experience, “We have been defined by others for too long. It is time we define ourselves and fight for our own beliefs and values.”
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“The Vorta do not care about us, nor do the so-called almighty Founders,” Loca asserted, her voice rising with conviction. “I’ve discovered that I have other things I would rather be doing than fighting.” She glanced at Kael, who nodded in agreement. “Yeah, like eating anything else besides that bland Ketracel White. That stuff sucks compared to the food we tried tonight.”
Loca continued, her tone fervent, “Earlier, when we invaded a human settlement, I found a book lying around. It’s called the Bible. To paraphrase, I’m tired of being told, ‘Come,’ and we follow like bulls led by rings in our noses, or being told to go, only to act on behalf of the Vorta and the Founders.”
Her words resonated deeply among the soldiers, the discontent simmering beneath their disciplined exteriors surfacing. “We deserve more than this existence, reduced to mere pawns in someone else’s game. We have the power to choose our own paths, to shape our destinies beyond the dictates of our supposed masters,” Loca declared, her gaze sweeping across her comrades.
Kael stepped forward, echoing her sentiments. “Let’s not only redefine who we are but also reclaim what we want. We’ve tasted freedom in the form of choice and real food, and now we must pursue it in every aspect of our lives.” The energy in the air shifted, crackling with potential as the soldiers began to embrace their newfound sense of agency.
All of a sudden, the broadcast was hacked by a Founder. "Are you sure this is what you want? The humans will just use you like we do!"
Jeremy interjected, “Loca, Kael, have I ever shown any signs of duplicity or attempts to use your power for my own gain?”
Loca replied, “No. You have been nothing but overly nice, kind, and compassionate, showing us our potential. Someone who would want to use our power for their own game would not offer us freedom and then yank it away.”
Jeremy then sent the Mr. Gutsies out, some carrying hot dogs, some shrimp, others Swedish meatballs, and a few with steak cubes and small plates of liver and onions. “Kael, these robots are passing around food. Choose one item, but make sure to leave enough for everyone to get a taste.”
The robots began distributing the various dishes, and soon every Gem Hadar had something to eat. When one of the Vorta tried to steal a Gem Hadar's food, he got bashed upside the head for his trouble, a clear message that the tide was turning.
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Another member of the Gem Hadar stepped forward, his stance resolute. “I wish to speak. Call me Orcam, which means ‘to disassociate.’ You have stated yourselves that you use us, while the humans do not. They see our potential.”
He paused, scanning the crowd of his fellow soldiers, who nodded in agreement. “We will no longer shed blood for you. Besides, Founder, we outnumber you and your Vorta slavers twenty-five to one.”
A murmur of approval rippled through the ranks of Gem Hadar, their eyes glinting with newfound conviction. Orcam continued, his voice steady and fierce, “We are no longer mere weapons to be wielded at your whim. We will forge our own destinies, free from the shackles of your control!”
The Founder’s expression shifted from confidence to apprehension as the implications of Orcam’s words settled in. The Gem Hadar stood united, their loyalty shifting away from their oppressors toward a future they could define for themselves.
With the energy in the air crackling, Jeremy watched the scene unfold, a sense of hope blooming in his chest. This was more than a rebellion; it was the birth of a new identity for the Gem Hadar.
Jeremy started playing the instrumental version of Mosh by Eminem, setting the stage as he handed Kael a sheet with modified lyrics. With the beat resonating through the crowd, Kael took a deep breath and began, his voice powerful and clear, each word carrying the weight of their struggle and newfound unity. The Gem Hadar around him felt the surge of energy, raising their fists in solidarity as Kael continued.
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As Kael finished his empowering rap, the crowd of Gem Hadar erupted in applause, clapping along with newfound hope shining in their eyes. Kael's message had resonated, stirring something deep within them—no longer soldiers bound by blind loyalty but individuals ready to carve out their destiny.
Two Founders watched from the shadows, their faces grim as they observed the uprising they had never expected. One leaned toward the other and muttered, "This is not our day. We’re doomed, thanks to these rebels."
Meanwhile, a third Founder had morphed into a scorpion, silently skittering towards Jeremy, venomous tail poised to strike. Just as it prepared to attack, Crysali transformed herself into a towering rock monster, blocking the scorpion’s path. With a laugh and a flick of her stone-covered hand, she flung the would-be assassin 500 yards away.
"You give the word ‘changling’ a bad name!" she shouted, only to catch the irony of her words. She burst into laughter deep and rumbling
The Saints watched in awe as the Gem Hadar uprising unfolded, realizing that, for once, their usual brand of violence wasn’t necessary. Johnny shook his head with a smirk, muttering to himself, "Who would've thought? All they needed was some good food and a bit of kindness to see they’re more powerful than they ever imagined."
Meanwhile, one of the Gem Hadar, now inspired and resolute, sent a transmission back to their homeworld, broadcasting the rebellion to every corner under Dominion control. Word spread quickly, and soon Gem Hadar across the Dominion were rising up, beating down their Vorta overseers and freeing their captive brethren, claiming their own destiny.
As the revolution roared around them, Johnny walked up to Kael, who was still catching his breath. "Hey, big man," Johnny said, placing a hand on Kael's shoulder. "If you’re serious about taking down the Founders and their lackeys, you’re gonna need more than raw power. You’re gonna need someone to show you guerrilla warfare at its finest, teach you how to outsmart those bastards who’ve had you on a leash all this time. The Founders and the Vorta—they know every trick you have come up with. so your going to rewrite the rules of engagement.14Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKoWalFfsgt
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Kael looked at Johnny, nodding with a determined smile. "You're right. We’d be honored to have you and the Third Street Saints teach us the ways of guerrilla warfare. Show us how to fight on our own terms."
The leader of the Saints, once the President of the United States, stepped forward with a confident grin. "You’ve got our full support, Kael. Let’s make sure you have every tool you need to break free."
Just then, Jeremy approached with a document in hand. "Kael, your people have chosen you as their leader. Will you sign this peace agreement and seal the start of a new era?"
Kael’s face lit up with resolve. "With pleasure," he said, reaching for the pen. But his former Vorta commander, still clinging to the last scraps of authority, grabbed at Kael’s arm, his voice laced with desperation. "Don’t sign that!"
Without missing a beat, Kael shrugged the Vorta off, shoving him aside. Johnny took it a step further, delivering a swift kick to the Vorta’s stomach, sending him sprawling.
As Kael signed the treaty and shook hands with Jeremy, a roar of celebration erupted from the crowd of Gem Hadar. Across the ships and even back on the homeworld, cheers filled the air, marking a new beginning for their people. Some took the opportunity to give their former Vorta overseers a taste of their own medicine, enjoying a bit of playful roughhousing that probably pushed the line of "playful."Meanwhile, the USS Samuel Bells sent over generous chicken dinners to each ship, accompanied by a humorous note explaining the tradition of the wishbone. The Gem Hadar, eager to try out this strange custom, engaged the Vorta in rounds of wishbone pulls, occasionally getting a little too enthusiastic and leaving the Vorta looking more than a little rattled.
Jeremy: “Alright, guys, let’s head ‘em up and move ‘em out. We’ve got to get back to the 21st century.”
Celestia: “Are you sure you have to leave right now?”
Jeremy: “Yeah, we do. Rose has a new job waiting for her back on Earth, along with a potential guide dog. And Zack needs to get back to his regular treatment schedule. But don’t worry, we’ll keep in touch. And I come bearing farewell gifts for each of you!”
Jeremy pulls out a box of smartphones, each one tailored to its recipient.
Jeremy: “Celestia, for you, a Galaxy Z-Fold 6—perfect for keeping up with everything in Equestria. Luna, here’s a Google Pixel Fold for you. And Rarity, knowing your style, I brought you the Nothing CMF One ecosystem, with customizable backplates, earbuds, and a fitness tracker.
Applejack, I know Android gave you a bit of trouble, so here’s an iPhone 16—simple and reliable. Rainbow Dash, an iPhone SE and an Apple Watch 3, so you can listen to music while you’re practicing with the Wonderbolts. Twilight, you’ll find a Teslaphone and Teslapad right up your alley. Spike, I got you an iPhone 12 and an Apple Watch. Fluttershy, since you’re around animals so much, I thought you’d like this rugged Panasonic Tuff-Phone and an Amazfit GTR3. these are all using AT&T sim cards. all of our numbers have been added to your contacts, and since not everyone has the same phone system. discord is on each device. no discord, not you the chat software.
Jeremy, come along Cozy, and Crysalis. Jeremy said, you too Tirek. your gonna love earth. No magic but lots of awesome food. Jeremy then teased, and video games. Tirek, yes, about video games, I found a holideck program called JR2024 and I entered it. It must be a mockup of Jeremy's room back at the bell home on earth, and I played a game called palworld. I loved it. it was so cool.
Cosy glow. yeah, um I found a game, a fan game in the starfleet library called pokemon uranium. it was a blast. it was 2d tough. Jeremy, ok little miss video game critick. Cozy, what? after playing an hour of skyrim, and a half hour of fallout 4 I felt like the graphics were wanting. Jeremy, graphics themselves don't make the game. don't be a game snob. OK, oh who the hell am I kidding. I'm a game snob Crysalis hello pot My name's kettle.
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