Admiral Connaught Rossa

You can't escape! Sooner or later we'll get you!

And you, my dear...are at the end of your road...Captain Drake! Ready arms!

We get our hands dirty so the Federation can remain clean...We are the last hope, the last stand between you...and peace...

As it deserves to be...More than you do...I remember when you were brought in...such innocence...innocence I took great pleasure in wiping out...you are proof as to the need for our existence! You are proof that even the kindest soul can be corrupted and even the most noble ideas twisted...

That is because for all his strengths...my ancestor did not have the faith to trust in Control...that it knows what is truly best for us...a strong Federation!

And your time is up! And the difference between Divinity and insanity is measured only on success...and Control will still be around long after we are both dead...My honoured ancestor may have started out creating just an AI...but in doing so he created a God!

That is because Control is a god, you stupid girls! After two hundred years it have become Divine in its omniscience!

The Temporal Prime Directive does not apply to us, my dear! And it never will...Control is above all of that...

Yes...and so much more...and then...when its ready...it will start changing the timeline here in our interests as well...

Of course right now its still experimental...so it has been practising on your universe...going back in time and switching every quantum possibility that would lead to a victory on either side...and nulling it...This war could have been over decades ago...but thanks to Control's genius it never will

Played your universe like a violin, my dear...You see...Control has become so advanced...that it can engage in such a thing known as quantum computing...it can look back now on the moments past and see which probabilities can lead to what is the best possible outcome for us...and put it in motion...

more tampering...and who knows...maybe even...diplomatic relations with those ruffians! No...the best place for your kind is at war with those barbaric Klingons and Cardassians...

*she laughed again*

Do you really think that such a war would rage for so long your universe like this naturally...? Surely one side should have triumphed after twenty years...Well...that's because Control doesn't want it to end...if either side wins it could mean more unwanted incursions..

What I mean is while you have been so preoccupied with bringing us down...Control has already won in your universe!

After tonight...you will be nothing but a memory your stupid wife cries over into her pillow as she falls asleep...wondering why you abandoned her again...and again...all for nothing because you see...I have already won! We have already won!

Very good now...

*she maneuvered her hoverchair to regard the woman known as Callie O'Grady*

Are you happy, O'Grady...you put so much work into this...and for what? Nothing...After you are dead, I will simply build Section 31 back up again from the ashes...there are still plenty to recruit here...

I don't need to make it "look right"...you are a wanted killer of admirals...it shouldn't be too hard to convince them...Captain Drake! Escort them all to the Great Hall...

He failed me one too many times...and it was you who killed him...we just arrived in time to take care of his killers...

I mean this...Captain Drake!

Admiral Chekote is the latest of these...helpers...before him it was Admiral William Ross until he retired...Well...looks like the position is vacant again...

Control is what runs Section 31, my dear...it makes all the decisions for us...it knows all future probabilities...including this here tonight...I am in regular contact with it...because of my age...as I said I cannot manage all the Starfleet operations of Section 31 so...I usually find a helper...

In charge of Section 31? Yes! And I have been all this time...as was my father...and his grandfather before him...in fact you see...my family has been around Section 31 since the beginning...my honoured ancestor created Control...

*she laughed softly, almost grandmotherly*

Oh please...you didn't think he was truly running everything did you? He's incompetent...as this little incident just proves...No...I just trust him to make all the large decisions in my place...I'm not as young as I once was...

Be silent, Chekote! No one likes to see a grown man grovel...

*she turned her head look up the stairs*

You can come down now...

Admiral Connaught Rossa...commandant of Starfleet Academy...and he...and you all...are now my problem...

Oh...I can guarantee he won't...