So Much For Peace

"I'm Bartog," the 'droid said, moving a long, thin pipe from its mouth to successively exhale a puff of smoke. Bartog turned his head to get a better view of Dax.
Dax could see he had mistakenly classified the cyborg as an android as the second portion of his face came into view. Skin. Plus, androids didn't smoke.
"Dax." He paused, interrupted from his train of thought by the droid's delivery of his drink. He continued.
"Seems crazy. Risk starting a war with three alien species over one measly planet?"
"Rumor is, that planet's resources can make a super weapon."