Captain Weston watched in dismay as the other ship left the nebula, clearly unable to reconcile trying to destroy the Dominion with patience. Sometimes captain these days were just too impetuous but there was nothing that could be done about it now. both he, his crew, and the ship could only wait to see if others would make it to the relative safety of this nebula. For now they had the oppotunity to plan, wait and to decide what to do; although unless greater numbers arrived here there would come a time when there would be no choice but to leave the nebula and begin the search for dissenters. In the meantime he had ordered all identification removed from his vessel's outer hull, and encryption algorithyms put in place to allow instant wipe of the computer should the need arise, in the hopes of safeguarding their identities.
Although he knew that would only work short term as soon as the Dominion could access the Federation databases facial recognition would instantly identify them. He was currently working with the Doctor to find a way around that, some way to ensure all those that died left no remains but so far all attempts had been unsuccessful. He knew that in order to win he had to think outside of the box, and do things that would usually be regarded as unthinkable. Sure they could probably rig some kind of huge bomb, if they got close enough to the wormhole, but such a thing could possibly genocide the Bajoran species.
When you become the enemy you have already lost a little voice within served to remind him that the goal was not wanton destruction. It wasn't about being a hero, but about seeing those that were important, and being a pariah was no way to accomplish that. He was interrupted from his deep thoughts by a voice.
Looking up, "What, what was that?"
"Sir."
"Sorry, I was a bit deep in thought,"
"I noticed" remarked the female andorian at the tactical. A sly grin alighted across her features.
He smiled back, briefly, the weight of the world on his shoulders, or so it felt it. "What do you have?"
"We have one ship wiithin the nebula, but the sensor scattering nature is making it hard to identify."
"So we have no idea if it is friendly or not?"
"Not unless you want to get closer?"
"In for a penny." He noticed as the officer at the helm took them toward the target, and then everything went a little mad.
"It's Cardassian sir!" The andorian screamed in alarm. "Raising shields!"
He was about to say not to do that, but all things considering it would have been stupid to countermand, what with recent events. "I wonder what in the hell they're doing here?"
"Could they be hiding, the same as us?" Kathryn, his First Officer chose to interject.
"But why?" He inquired, a sense of urgency in his voice. "They won."
"Well you can bet that if we ee them, they'll see us too."
"Good point." He paused, unsure whether to open fire, run, or....should he do the unthinkable? "Open a hail and let's see what they have to say."