We’ve been at battle stations for the last twenty minutes, with the Bajor’s attack wing positioned near the rear of the fleet. “Fleet”, hell. That implies there’s some kind of organization. Despite Kree’s efforts it’s a hodgepodge of ships from four nations with wildly different protocols and doctrines. The geeks spent the first eighteen hours of the trip just getting a shared battlenet set up, and our own element contains three escorts, a pre-Wolf 359 scoutship, and an under-armed science ship. A Galaxy wing in the Dominion War would’ve had at least a couple midsize cruisers. “Ten minutes.”