Ryan: I see they don't have razors in limbo. How are you, Admiral?
*The Shadows' Homeworld in this dimension. Siraga appears before the Shadow High Council. As several guards prepare to destroy him with psych-energy blasts, Siraga throws up a shield, absorbing the hits, before firing energy at them, knocking them back. The Shadows and Iconians were on near equal footing in the last war, so Siraga is obviously holding back.*
Siraga: I have come to talk, not fight! Be assured, however, I will not hesitate to defend myself.
*The High Council orders the guards to stand down.*
Councillor Drazakk: You are as bold as ever, Guardian. Why are you here?
Siraga: The races of Midgaard are powerless against you. 700 Millennia ago we cast you out, sent you to this Galaxy, to bring an end to a near-endless conflict. Don't you understand? This war is pointless! You have this entire Galaxy to control, why return to ours?
Klingon Space. The Shadow-Romulan Fleet and the Iconian Fleet have engaged one another. Since the Shadows are limited by Romulan Technology, the Iconians out-gun them. However, the Shadows have more ships. The battle is balanced, with the Iconians losing less ships than the Shadows, but not destroying enough Shadow ships to gain the upperhand. A flight of Klingon Warships, led by the I.K.S. Kahless, attack the Romulan ships and allow the Iconians to gain the upperhand. The Alliance is winning the battle.*
*I.K.S. Kahless, Bridge. Torpal roams the bridge, singing a Klingon Battle Chant with the crew, as they seize the day.*
Torpal: Gunner! Look to destroy their Cloaking Device!
Torpal: Sensors! Let us show these dogs how to fight a war! For honour!
The rest of the bridge crew: For Honour!
All: For Glory!
For the Empire!
*Outside, the allied fleet finishes dispatching the Shadow Forces. The Klingon Empire is secure.*