Bashir: Miles. Fancy a drink?
O'Brien: I can't. Keiko and the kids are waiting on me for dinner. Next Thursday. Book a holosuite. They're going to Bajor.
Kira: Hi, Julian.
Bashir: Hi. You going to Vic's?
Kira: Yes.
Bashir: Mind if I join you?
Odo: Actually, we were looking forward to spending an evening alone.
Bashir: Great. Well, have a great time. I understand.
Bashir: Cheeky virus. You've gone and mutated on me. Well, you can run, but you can't hide. Lights.
Nog: Nog to Doctor Bashir.
Bashir: Go ahead.
Nog: You're needed in the Infirmary, sir.
Bashir: It's three in the morning. Isn't Doctor Girani on duty?
Nog: Not anymore. Admiral Patrick threw her out.
Bashir: Admiral who?
Nog: He wants to see you immediately, sir.
Bashir: On my way.
Bashir: What's going on, Ensign?
Nog: Sir, Admiral Patrick and his staff just arrived on the Farragut.
Bashir: What happened to Doctor Girani?
Nog: The Admiral said she was asking too many stupid questions.
Bashir: Doctor Bashir reporting as ordered.
Patrick: Finally. (It's our trio from Statistical Probabilities in Starfleet uniforms.)
Bashir: Patrick!
Jack: That's Admiral Patrick.
Lauren: Mind your manners, Doctor.
Bashir: What are you doing here?
Patrick: That's a stupid question.
Bashir: Where did you get these uniforms?
Patrick: That's a stupid question, too.
Nog: Please excuse the doctor, sir. He just woke up.
Bashir: They're not Starfleet officers, Nog.
Nog: They're not?
Jack: We're mutants.
Lauren: Genetically engineered mutants. Can't you tell?
Bashir: Does anyone at the Institute know you're missing?
Patrick: That's a stupid question.
Bashir: Will you stop saying that!
Jack: Why are you so upset? You wanted Sarina brought here. Well, here she is!
Bashir: I was considering bringing Sarina here for treatment when I was ready. But I still have to modify my surgical equipment before I can begin the procedure.
Jack: Well don't worry, we'll help you. And when we're through with Sarina, she will be just like us.
Bashir: Do you have any idea how much trouble you could get into for impersonating Starfleet officers?
Patrick: Jack, you didn't say anything about us getting in trouble.
Jack: We didn't get caught, did we?
Bashir: Didn't anybody question you?
Jack: Of course. But when they did, Patrick would say
Patrick: That's a stupid
Lauren: You'd be surprised how well it works.
Nog: I'll say.
Patrick: What are they going to do to us?
Bashir: Oh, it's all right. I'll find a way to straighten this out. Somehow. Hello, Sarina. Remember me?
Jack: Of course she remembers you. She's not an idiot.
Lauren: She's just a little cataleptic.
Patrick: Are you really going to be able to make her better?
Bashir: I'm going to do everything I can. I promise.
Sisko: They posed as an Admiral and his staff. If you want me to convince Starfleet not to press charges, you're going to have to give me a damn good reason.
Bashir: They wanted to bring Sarina here so that I could help her. They meant well.
Sisko: They meant well? That's the same excuse you gave me when they were caught trying to pass military secrets to the Dominion.
Bashir: They were trying to save lives by
Sisko: Doctor, I appreciate that you feel a connection to them because you're genetically engineered yourself, but they have displayed a consistent disregard for the rules that the rest of society lives by.
Bashir: Maybe that's because they're not allowed to live in society.
Sisko: We are not here to debate Federation policy toward the genetically enhanced. We are here to discuss what to do about these people now that they're aboard.
Bashir: Of course. Well, with your permission, sir, I would like to proceed with Sarina's treatment.
Sisko: Well, I take it the Institute has given the approval to move forward?
Bashir: A copy of the medical protocols I submitted. Doctor Loews, Sarina's legal guardian, has given her consent.
Sisko: It appears that this procedure's never been done before.
Bashir: There's no guarantee that it'll work, of course, but if it does it could change everything for her. There's no reason to think that she's suffering from the same type of behavioral disorders as Jack and the others. Her problem is that she's trapped inside her own mind. This could free her. There are still a few technical issues that I have to work on, but I feel confident that I can iron them all out.
Sisko: You've put in a lot of time on this, haven't you?
Bashir: I owe it to her, sir. I could have ended up the same way as Sarina, but I was lucky. My DNA re sequencing didn't have any unintended side effects.
Sisko: All right, Doctor. I'll take care of Starfleet, you take care of Sarina.
Bashir: Thank you, sir.
Sisko: I'll arrange to have the rest of the people sent back to the Institute.
Bashir: Actually, I was hoping you'd allow let them to stay on for a while.
Sisko: For what reason?
Bashir: Sarina's spent the last fifteen years with them. Now, assuming the procedure works and she comes out of her isolation, I think it would be helpful to have some familiar faces around.
Sisko: Well, we'll arrange for quarters to be set up in a cargo bay.
Bashir: I appreciate it.
Sisko: Just make sure they stay there. I don't want them to get out and cause trouble like they did the last time.
Bashir: I'll see that it doesn't happen again.
Sisko: I'll hold you to that. One thing more. Get them out of those uniforms.
Bashir: Aye, sir.
Lauren: There. Don't you look pretty?
Jack: Why are we doing this, anyway?
Patrick: Keep going.
Jack: Here?
Patrick: A little to the left.
Patrick: That's not where it was last time.
Jack: Oh, what difference does it make?
Lauren: He's right.
Jack: Fine. How's that?
Patrick: Much better.
Patrick: Here he is.
Jack: Well, well? What did the Captain say?
Bashir: All systems are go.
Jack: See? See? I told you it was a good idea to bring her here.
Patrick: That's right, Jack. I remember.
Jack: So, when do we operate?
Bashir: We?
Jack: You're going to need some help.
Lauren: Oh, so you're a surgeon now?
Jack: How hard can it be?
Bashir: Thanks for the offer, but
Jack: Oh, I get it. You want to take all the credit.
Bashir: It's not about credit, it's about what's best for Sarina, I think.
Jack: Fine. I'm busy anyway. New project.
Bashir: Oh, glad to hear it. What are you working on?
Jack: Wouldn't you like to know?
Bashir: Well, I'll leave you to it. But do me a favor and change out of those uniforms. Sarina? I'd like to take you to the Infirmary and run a few tests. Is that all right?
Lauren: She's afraid it's going to hurt.
Bashir: It won't hurt. I promise.
Lauren: You're in good hands. Very good hands. Don't get your hopes up, Julian. It's over between the two of us. I have a new man in my life. That gorgeous little Ferengi.
Bashir: Nog?
Lauren: Jealous? That's so sweet.
Patrick: Hurry back.
Bashir: Sarina's cerebral cortex was genetically enhanced in order to accelerate the rate at which she can process information. Now, the only problem is, her visual and auditory systems can't channel the stimuli into the cortex fast enough. So because they're out of sync, she can't focus on what's going on around her.
O'Brien: Well, is there any way to get her sensory processes up to speed?
Bashir: I need to stimulate the growth of new synapses in the thalamus. Which means I have to manipulate neural proteins at a subatomic level.
O'Brien: Then you've got a problem. This is the most advanced neurocortical probe made, and it's not nearly that accurate.
Bashir: Now you know why I asked you down here.
O'Brien: I wish I could help you, Julian, but at resolutions that small, quantum fluctuations are impossible to control. And I can't make this thing any more accurate.
Bashir: How can you say that before you've even tried it?
O'Brien: I'm sorry, Julian. It can't be done. I'm sorry.
Bashir: Well sorry just isn't good enough, Miles. This is Sarina's only chance at living a normal life.
O'Brien: Julian, I can't break the laws of physics. Nobody can.
Jack: Your friend was right. You can't break the laws of physics.
All: But you can bend them!
Jack: We recalibrated the imaging diodes. It is so accurate that you could clip the wings of an angel dancing on the head of a pin. If you wanted to.
Bashir: Anything?
Bashir: Sarina? Now just how am I supposed to know you understand me if you don't give me some sign? Anything. it doesn't matter how small.
Bashir: It's been five days now, and she's as unresponsive as she was before the procedure.
Ezri: I know you're disappointed, Julian, but you did everything that you could.
Bashir: Well, it wasn't enough.
Ezri: I'm sorry. Obviously you want to punish yourself. Do you want help? Because I'm really good at punishing myself. Let's see. If I were you, I'd be kicking myself for making promises I couldn't keep. For getting people's hopes up. For being arrogant enough to think that I could help Sarina even though dozens of other doctors have failed. Should I keep going?
Bashir: No, that just about covers it. Thanks.
Ezri: Glad I could help. What is it?
Bashir: I'm not sure.
Bashir: Excuse me. Sarina? What are you looking at?
Sarina: Everything. You heard me. I thought something and you heard it.
Bashir: Sarina, you spoke.
Bashir: Sarina, come and sit down. I need to run a few tests.
Ezri: What is it?
Sarina: Listen. It's nice.
Bashir: You're right. I hadn't noticed that before. That's a little odd. Her norepinephrine levels are slightly elevated.
Ezri: What's causing it?
Bashir: I'm not sure.
Sarina: It's probably due to limbic overcompensation. The levels should drop when the new thalamic connections stabilize.
Bashir: You're right, I think.
Sarina: I was listening when you were telling the nurses about the procedure. I kept thinking that I wanted to thank you for what you were trying to do for me, and now I finally can. Thank you.
Patrick: Did you move this?
Jack: Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't.
Lauren: Would you leave him alone. Patrick, it's where it's supposed to be.
Patrick: Oh.
Sarina: Hello, everyone.
Patrick: Did you hear what she said? Did you hear that?
Lauren: I don't think I've heard a more beautiful sound in my life.
Jack: It was my idea to bring you here.
Patrick: We missed you.
Lauren: You look so different.
Jack: Aren't you going to thank me?
Patrick: Did the surgery hurt?
Sarina: There's so much I want to say to all of you.
Jack: Why are you talking like that?
Lauren: Quiet.
Jack: There's so much I want to say to all of you. There's so much I want to say to all of you.
Bashir: Jack!
Sarina: No, he's right. I can hear the way I sound.
Bashir: Don't worry, it's only temporary. It just takes a little practice.
Jack: Practice! Ah, practice. Good idea. Listen to this, Sarina. Do ray mi fa so la ti do.
Sarina: Do ray mi fa so la ti do.
Jack: Are you tone deaf?
Lauren: You're the one who's tone deaf. Do ray mi fa so la ti do.
Sarina: Do ray mi fa so la ti do.
Lauren: Much better.
Jack: Do ray mi fa so la ti.
Lauren: Do ray mi fa so la ti.
Sarina: Do ray mi fa so la ti.
Patrick: Do.
Jack: Let's improvise. Lauren.
Lauren: Do ray me do ray me.
Jack: Do ray me do ray me.
Lauren: Fa mi ray
Patrick: Fa mi ray do.
Sarina: Do ray me do ray me fa
Lauren: Do ray me do ray me fa.
Patrick: Fa me ray do.
Jack: Fa me ray do.
Jack: Molto allegro.
Bashir: It was amazing. Within a few minutes, Sarina's voice just took off. That kind of improvement usually takes weeks of speech therapy.
O'Brien: That is amazing. Julian
Bashir: So she was exhausted. I took her back to the Infirmary. I needed to monitor her neural activity anyway while she sleeps. But I still can't get over that transformation. Yesterday, she was silent as a stone. Today, she's singing and laughing. You should've seen her, Miles.
O'Brien: How could I? I've been sitting here all night.
Bashir: Is it Thursday?
O'Brien: Why I else would I be sitting here all night?
Bashir: Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot.
O'Brien: It's all right. Morn caught me up on how his seventeen brothers and sisters are doing. I'd better head off. I've got an early start in the morning.
Bashir: I'm sorry about the mix-up, Miles.
O'Brien: It's all right. I'm happy for her. I'm happy for both of you.
Bashir: Sarina, what are you doing here? How did you get in?
Sarina: It wasn't hard. Your access code only has six digits.
Bashir: Is something wrong?
Sarina: I couldn't sleep.
Bashir: My nurse could have given you something.
Sarina: I don't want to sleep.
Bashir: Why not?
Sarina: What if I wake up the way I was? What if I can't
Bashir: It's not going to happen. Your life's going to be different now. Your future is full of possibilities. You know, you're going to be doing things that you haven't even dreamed of. There's really no reason to be afraid. Sarina?
Sarina: Good morning.
Bashir: Morning.
Sarina: You didn't account for the L two codon.
Bashir: What?
Sarina: That's why the virus mutated. You need to target the RNA transcriptor. Hungry?
Bashir: The L two codon. Of course. Why didn't I think of that? Sarina, you're amazing. I've been working on this for months.
Sarina: You would've seen it sooner or later.
Bashir: I don't know about that. Thank you.
Sarina: I'm glad I could do something for you. You've done so much for me.
Nurse: Infirmary to Doctor Bashir.
Bashir: Go ahead.
Nurse: Doctor Girani's asking for your assistance in surgery, sir.
Bashir: I'm on my way. Well, it looks like I'm going to be tied up for the next few hours. What would you like to do in the meantime? Would you like a tour of the station? I can ask Ezri to show you around.
Sarina: That's all right. I think I'll go see Jack and the others.
Bashir: All right. I'll have someone take you to the cargo bay. And when I'm finished with surgery, I'll join you there.
Sarina: Oh, wait. You need your breakfast.
Bashir: Thank you.
Jack: The fact is that the universe is going to stop expanding and it is going to collapse in on itself. We've got to do something before it's too late.
Patrick: How much time do we have left?
Jack: Sixty trillion years, seventy at the most.
Patrick: Oh, no.
Lauren: Isn't Nog handsome?
Jack: What are you doing? We are running out of time!
Jack: Sarina, thank God! Nobody else around here ever listens to me.
Sarina: What is it, Jack? What's wrong?
Jack: There's too much matter. The universe is too heavy for its own good.
Lauren: You need to lighten the load.
Jack: Yes, yes, yes, exactly. We have to find some way to decrease the mass.
Sarina: Of the entire universe?
Jack: That's the whole point.
Sarina: Is that possible?
Patrick: That's what we're trying to figure out, Sarina.
Lauren: What if we found a way to manipulate subspace?
Jack: Change the cosmological constant.
Patrick: That would do the trick.
Sarina: You can't change the cosmological constant.
Jack: You know something, Sarina? We are trying to save existence as we know it, and all you can do is criticize!
Sarina: I'm sorry.
Jack: Thank you. Now, where were we?
Patrick: Manipulating subspace.
Jack: Right. Right.
Jack: Doctor! Glad you're here.
Bashir: Is she all right?
Jack: Sarina, are you all right? She's fine. Listen, you have to talk to Starfleet for us. We need subspace field generators, lots of them.
Bashir: Can we talk about it later?
Jack: Later? There isn't going to be a later, later. Now, once we get the field generators
Bashir: Sarina?
Sarina: Hi.
Bashir: Is something wrong?
Sarina: No. They're used to my being quiet. It's easier this way.
Lauren: Could be very messy.
Bashir: Some of my friends want to get together a little later on at Quark's, and I was wondering if you'd like to come along.
Sarina: Me?
Bashir: Do you want to?
Jack: When should we be ready?
Bashir: Er.
Lauren: Oh, we're not invited, Jack. Just her.
Jack: Figures.
Patrick: That doesn't seem fair.
Lauren: It's all right. Come on, Sarina. Let's get you dressed.
Lauren: Sorry to keep you waiting. Come on out. Come on.
Lauren: Am I good, or am I good?
Sarina: Look at all the people.
Ezri: There they are.
O'Brien: I didn't remember her being so
Odo: Beautiful?
Bashir: Everyone, this is Sarina. Sarina, this is everyone.
Odo: Odo.
Kira: Nerys.
O'Brien: I'm Miles.
Sarina: I remember you. You're Julian's best friend.
O'Brien: Well, we get on all right.
Bashir: For the most part.
Sarina: Why are you pretending that it's not true?
Ezri: Because they're men. And men have trouble expressing their feelings.
Sarina: You don't.
Kira: Oh, are you kidding? Odo never talks about his feelings.
Sarina: He took your hand. He's showing you his feelings.
Odo: Thank you.
O'Brien: Julian, why don't you show everybody how much you love me and order the next round.
Bashir: Hey, Broik.
Sarina: I liked your friends. All of them. If I had to find someone to replace Atlas and hold up the world, it'd be Miles. He'd do it with a smile, too. And Kira, she never doubts herself, which is what Odo finds so fascinating because he doubts everything but her.
Bashir: What about Ezri?
Sarina: The day she realizes she's more than just the sum of her parts, she's really going to be something.
Bashir: I can't believe you saw all that after just a few hours with them. I'm going to have to start putting on my poker face.
Sarina: Too late. You've already given yourself away.
Bashir: Is that right? And how would you describe me?
Sarina: Compassionate. Brilliant. Lonely.
Bashir: Well, two out of three isn't bad.
Sarina: Which two?
Bashir: Now that would be telling. I'm glad you liked my friends. I know they liked you.
Sarina: I felt so comfortable around them. I didn't have to worry that someone was going to throw a tantrum, or break into tears all of a sudden.
Bashir: They only usually do that at staff meetings.
Sarina: Jack's always talking about how we're better than normal people. He says that's why they keep us locked up. But he's wrong. He couldn't get by in the real world. He'd get himself into too much trouble. So would Lauren and Patrick.
Bashir: That's why they belong in the Institute. In fact, Doctor Loews wants me to get them back there as soon as possible.
Sarina: I'm not going with them, am I.
Bashir: You don't belong there. Not anymore.
Sarina: Do they know?
Bashir: Not yet.
Sarina: They've been like a family to me for as long as I can remember.
Bashir: I know how much you care about them.
Sarina: As difficult as they can be sometimes, I'm going to miss them. We had our own little world, just the four of us. So, what's a genetically enhanced girl supposed to do when she wakes up from a long sleep? Point to one of those little specks of light out there, pack her bag, and go make a life for herself?
Bashir: Why does she have to go anywhere at all?
Bashir: Sarina isn't going back to the Institute with you.
Patrick: She's not?
Bashir: No. She's staying here.
Lauren: Oh really? Huh. How nice for you.
Bashir: I've arranged for her to have her own quarters.
Patrick: We're never going to see her again.
Jack: You have no right to do this. No right!
Bashir: Look, I know you're going to miss her, but it's the best thing for Sarina.
Jack: We did not help you so you could take her away from us!
Bashir: Stop thinking about yourself for a second, Jack, and think about her. Face it. She doesn't belong with you anymore.
Jack: Why? Because we're not normal? Because we're crazy?
Bashir: Oh, Jack.
Patrick: Couldn't you make us normal like you did for Sarina, and then we could all stay together.
Lauren: Go on, Julian. Tell him. There's nothing you can do for us. We're too far gone.
Jack: Oh, who wants to be normal anyway? We're better than they are. You don't see any of them trying to save the universe from collapsing, do you? Let's get back to work.
Bashir: Well, they took it rather hard.
Sarina: I should go talk to them.
Bashir: In the morning. Give them a little time to get used to the idea. Come on, I've got just the thing to cheer you up.
All: Dabo!
O'Brien: She's unbelievable!
Bashir: Tell him how you do it. Go on.
Sarina: It has to do with a series of binomial equations and probability factors.
Bashir: Explain how you track the dependent variables.
Sarina: It's really not that interesting.
All: Dabo!
Quark: Well, hasn't this been fun. Why not take a seat and top off the evening with a lovely bottle of spring wine?
Sarina: Should we?
Bashir: He's just wants you to stop playing so he doesn't lose any more money.
Quark: Did I mention that the wine was on the house?
Ezri: Julian, let's sit down.
Bashir: But she's winning.
Sarina: I've played enough.
Quark: This way. This way. Excuse me please. Excuse me. Ezri, over here.
All: Dabo!
Bashir: Sarina? This way.
Sarina: Julian, would you mind if we left?
Bashir: I'm sorry. I thought you were having a good time.
Sarina: Oh, I was. But there was so much commotion. Maybe I'm just tired.
Bashir: I'll tell you what. Tomorrow night why don't we have a nice quiet dinner in my quarters. I have a week's leave coming up. I thought we might go to Risa together, get away from all the distractions around here, spend a little time alone.
Sarina: All right.
Bashir: I'll let you get some rest then.
Bashir: She's wonderful, Miles. I've never met anyone like her. She's brilliant, sweet, everything's new to her. Being with her is so refreshing. She takes such delight in what she's experiencing. It makes me appreciate things I usually take for granted.
O'Brien: Like hot coffee?
Bashir: Like coffee. Music. The way the stars shine.
O'Brien: What is wrong with this thing?
Bashir: Are you listening to me?
O'Brien: Yes. Yeah. Coffee, music, stars.
Bashir: Well, don't you have anything to say?
O'Brien: As a matter of fact, I do, Julian. I haven't seen you like this for a long time, and I'm really happy for you. But don't you think it's all happening a little fast?
Bashir: We're genetically engineered. We do everything fast.
O'Brien: Julian, she's your patient.
Bashir: Not anymore. I've asked Doctor Girani to take over her care. Miles, I don't think you understand what this means to me. All these years I've had to hide the fact that my DNA had been resequenced. I'd listen to people talk about the genetically engineered, saying they were all misfits. I used to fantasize about meeting someone who was like me, who could live a normal life. But it never happened. Until Sarina. Don't you see? She's the woman I've been waiting for all my life.
O'Brien: Good luck.
Bashir: Computer, music. Something romantic.
Bashir: Computer, locate Sarina Douglas.
Computer: Sarina Douglas is in her quarters on the Habitat ring corridor H six section twenty seven epsilon.
Bashir: Sarina, it's me. Computer, override door locks. Authorization Bashir delta five seven alpha.
Bashir: I've been waiting in my quarters for you. Sarina? Is something wrong? Sarina.
Bashir: Apparently the thalamic pathways I generated are still functioning, but Doctor Girani's not detected any neural activity in them.
Ezri: Do you have any idea what's wrong?
Bashir: Not a clue. It's as if she were just slipping away and there's nothing I can do but wait and hope she pulls out of it.
Girani: You can go in now.
Bashir: Sarina? Don't be afraid. Everything's going to be all right. I'm not going to give up on you. Ever.
Bashir: I don't know what's wrong with her. I need your help.
Jack: Why should we help you? You just want to steal her away from us.
Bashir: Look at her. Do you really want her to spend the rest of her life like this? I've been trying to find a way to reach her, but I can't. Maybe there isn't one. All I'm asking is that you try. The three of you know her better than anyone else. Please. I don't want to lose her.
Lauren: All right, Julian. Leave her here with us for a while. We'll see what we can do.
Bashir: Thank you.
Jack: Are you sure?
Patrick: I'm sure.
Lauren: We have to tell him.
Jack: Why? This way we can all stay together.
Lauren: Let's go.
Jack: This way.
Lauren: That way.
Patrick: I think we passed it.
Officer: Can I help you?
Patrick: That's a stupid question.
Bashir: Come in.
Lauren: We have to talk to you.
Bashir: About Sarina?
Jack: Tell him.
Patrick: She can still talk, it's just that she's afraid to.
Bashir: I don't understand. What's she afraid of?
Lauren: We don't know.
Jack: But we think it has something to do with you.
Bashir: I'm going to go talk to her. Stay here.
Bashir: Sarina, talk to me. Please. I know you can. What's wrong? Is it me? If it is, don't be afraid. I'm going to do whatever it takes to make it right because I love you. I want us to be together. Tell me, do you love me?
Sarina: I don't know. I don't even understand what love is. I don't understand anything.
Bashir: Sarina.
Sarina: What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to feel? Tell me. I want to make you happy. I owe you everything.
Bashir: Shh. No, you don't owe me. You don't owe me anything.
Sarina: I'm sorry. I wish I could be the woman you want me to be.
Bashir: Shh.
O'Brien: Morning. Is she gone?
Bashir: Her shuttle leaves in a few minutes.
O'Brien: What about the others?
Bashir: They left for the Institute this morning.
O'Brien: I understand you've arranged a position for Sarina at the Corgal Research Center.
Bashir: Yeah, an internship. She's going to work under one of the scientists there, live with his family.
O'Brien: You okay?
Bashir: How could I have been so blind? What was I thinking trying to move things along so fast? She needed time. I didn't give it to her. I came this close to driving her back inside herself. I'm supposed to be a doctor. I'm supposed to put my patient's needs above my own.
O'Brien: You didn't want to be lonely anymore. Nobody does. I have to go to work. Do you want to come over for dinner tonight? Keiko's making tempura.
Bashir: No thanks.
Bashir: So here you are, on your way to one of those tiny little specks of light out there.
Sarina: I guess that's what a genetically enhanced girl should do when she wakes up from her sleep. Go make a life for herself. I'm going to miss you.
Bashir: I'm going to miss you.
Sarina: You won't forget me?
Bashir: Forget you? Never.
Computer: Final boarding call.
Sarina: Well, I'd better go.


Kira: A little lower. Lower. Lower.
Odo: How's that?
Odo: I hope this taught you a lesson.
Kira: What's that?
Odo: Never play springball against a changeling.
Kira: Just for that, next time I'm not going to let you win a single game.
Odo: Then you'd better work on your backhand.
Kira: Right now, all I want to do is sleep for two or three days.
Odo: Go right ahead, I should be back by the time you wake up.
Kira: Back? From where?
Odo: I received a coded message from Gul Russol this morning.
Kira: Gul Russol? I thought he was executed when Cardassia joined the Dominion.
Odo: So did I, but apparently we were wrong. The message says he wants to meet with me.
Kira: Why?
Odo: I don't know, but he's my most reliable Cardassian informant.
Kira: You mean he was. What if Russol is dead and this is just a trap?
Odo: I've thought about that, but I have to be sure. I owe him that much.
Kira: Want me to come with you?
Odo: Russol insists I come alone. Don't worry, Nerys. I'll be careful.
Kira: Worried? Ha. This just gives me more time to work on my backhand.
Quark: Chief, how much longer is the Promenade going to be closed? My bar is empty, my waiters are bored and I'm losing money.
O'Brien: Leave me alone, Quark or I'll feed you to one of those plasma conductors.
Quark: Are you threatening me?
Nog: We're working as fast as we can.
Quark: As spokesman for the Promenade Merchant's Association, I'm going to file an official protest with Captain Sisko.
Sisko: Put it in writing, Quark.
Quark: I'll go find a PADD.
Sisko: So, how much longer, Chief?
O'Brien: Well, we should be through here by the end of the day, sir.
Sisko: Oh, I'm not talking about the Promenade, I'm talking about the Defiant. When is the gravity net going to be repaired? The last time I stepped onto the bridge, I felt ten kilos heavier.
O'Brien: I'm afraid it's going to take some time.
Sisko: How much time?
O'Brien: About three weeks. We have to replace the graviton stabilizer.
Sisko: You have three days. I'm going to take the Defiant back out on patrol and I don't want my crew getting queasy because the gravity keeps fluctuating.
O'Brien: But sir, the sector quartermaster said it would take three weeks to get us a new stabilizer.
Sisko: That is your problem, Chief. Now, I'm leaving for Bajor for a conference and I want that stabilizer replaced by the time I get back. Do I make myself clear?
O'Brien: Yes, sir.
Nog: I don't want to sound negative, but I don't see how you're going to get the Defiant ready in three days.
O'Brien: Neither do I.
Nog: This quartermaster you've been dealing with, what's his name?
O'Brien: Chief, Chief, Chief Willoughby.
Nog: I mean his first name.
O'Brien: I don't know.
Nog: Is he married?
O'Brien: Married? What does that have to do with getting us a graviton stabilizer?
Nog: Everything. This Chief Willoughby must get hundreds of supply requisitions every day. He can't possibly fill them all, so he puts everyone on a waiting list.
O'Brien: I know how he feels. I do the same thing.
Nog: Well, the secret is getting him to put you at the top of that list. The best way to do that is to form a relationship with him. Get to know the name of his wife, his children, find out what he likes to eat
O'Brien: I don't have time to form a relationship with Willoughby.
Nog: I do. I can get you that stabilizer, Chief.
O'Brien: In three days?
Nog: Leave everything to me.
O'Brien: All right, butt don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Nog: Chief, I can't operate under those kinds of restrictions.
O'Brien: At least promise me you won't do anything to get us court-martialed.
Nog: I'll try.
O'Brien: Nog!
Nog: Just kidding, Chief.
Odo: Russol? Russol.
Weyoun: I'm afraid he couldn't be here.
Odo: Weyoun.
Weyoun: Founder. It is an honor to stand in your presence once again.
Odo: Where's Gul Russol?
Weyoun: I'm afraid the Cardassian Central Command had him put to death almost a year ago. I regret having to deceive you, but it was the only way I could think of to get you here.
Odo: Well, I'm here. What do you want?
Weyoun: To serve you. I no longer consider myself a member of the Dominion.
Odo: You're defecting?
Weyoun: Do with me as you wish. I place my fate entirely in your hands.
Weyoun: You don't believe me, do you?
Odo: I believe Gul Russol is dead. You say you're defecting from the Dominion. Why?
Weyoun: Founder, please.
Odo: I've told you before I'm not a Founder.
Weyoun: As you wish. Odo, I'll tell you everything you want to know but first, we really should get aboard your runabout. The Jem'Hadar are already hunting for me and if I'm found
Odo: You haven't answered my question. Why did you decide to defect?
Weyoun: I realized my place is with you.
Odo: You can do better than that.
Weyoun: Then let's just say I left Cardassia because my life was in danger.
Odo: From whom?
Weyoun: Everyone.
Odo: Aren't you being a little paranoid?
Weyoun: Of course I'm paranoid. Everyone's trying to kill me.
Odo: Why?
Weyoun: Because this war with the Federation was supposed to have been won months ago.
Odo: Well, things don't always turn out as planned.
Weyoun: Quite true. And when things go wrong, someone has to take the blame. And this time, it's me. Now we really should be going. Think about it, Odo. The information I possess could help the Federation win this war.
Odo: And you're willing to share that information?
Weyoun: All you have to do is ask.
Odo: We've heard rumors that the Dominion has established a new Ketracel White storage facility somewhere in Sector five zero seven.
Weyoun: The facility's located in the Pelosa system. I can supply you with the exact coordinates.
Odo: Odo to the Rio Grande. Two to beam up.
Odo: Sit here where I can keep an eye on you.
Weyoun: If it makes you feel better. But you should know I would never harm a god.
Odo: I'm not a god, I'm a security officer. As far as I'm concerned, you're just another prisoner.
Weyoun: You have no idea how much it hurts me to hear you say that.
Nog: I spoke to Edgar.
O'Brien: Edgar who?
Nog: Your new best friend, Chief Edgar Willoughby. He wanted me to thank you for that bottle of Gamzian wine you sent him.
O'Brien: I didn't send him any wine.
Nog: I took the liberty of sending it for you. By the way, his wife's name is Cynthia. They have a daughter, Melissa, age eight and a son, Edgar junior, aged five.
O'Brien: Did you get the stabilizer?
Nog: Not quite.
O'Brien: What do you mean, not quite?
Nog: Unfortunately, he's out of stabilizers and won't be getting a new shipment for another week.
O'Brien: That's it. I'm doomed.
Nog: Not necessarily. Eddie told me the USS Sentinel has an extra stabilizer.
O'Brien: What makes you think they're going to give it to us?
Nog: I didn't say they were going to give it to us. But they might be willing to trade for it.
O'Brien: Trade? For what?
Nog: Depends on what they need and what we have.
O'Brien: Well, I suppose it doesn't hurt to try. But remember, be diskreet.
Nog: Rule of Acquisition one sixty eight, whisper your way to success.
O'Brien: Words to live by.
Nog: Chief, one more thing. I need your authorisation code.
O'Brien: What for?
Nog: The shipping orders.
O'Brien: Bring them to me and I'll authorize them.
Nog: I just thought it would save time. When did you say the Captain was going to be back?
Nog: Stop looking so worried, Chief. I've got it all under control.
O'Brien: I sure hope so.
Odo: I wish you'd stop doing that.
Weyoun: Doing what?
Odo: Staring at me.
Weyoun: Was I? I didn't mean to.
Odo: You've been doing it for the last ten hours.
Weyoun: I'm sorry. It's just such an honor to be sitting here with a security officer.
Odo: We're being hailed.
Weyoun: Don't respond.
Odo: It's a Cardassian transmission.
Weyoun: Scramble the comm. frequencies so they can't lock onto us.
Odo: I'm trying.
Weyoun7: Founder. It's an honor to speak with you once again. You look surprised to see me, Odo.
Odo: I'm well aware the Vorta are all clones, but I'm not sure the universe is ready for two Weyouns.
Weyoun7: I couldn't agree more.
Odo: So which of you is the Weyoun I've had the misfortune of dealing with over the past few years?
Weyoun: Actually, neither of us.
Weyoun7: That was Weyoun Five. Our illustrious predecessor was killed a month ago.
Weyoun: And I had the honor of replacing him.
Weyoun7: What a sad day that was
Weyoun7: For the Dominion. Weyoun Five was a great man. A true patriot. His death in a transporter accident was most unfortunate.
Weyoun: And still under investigation.
Damar: A very thorough investigation that has found no evidence of foul play.
Odo: Interesting, So if you're Weyoun Six, you must be Seven.
Damar: Clones. Keeping track of them is a full time job.
Odo: And why were you activated if he's still alive?
Weyoun7: Normally I wouldn't have been, but when a clone is found to be defective
Weyoun: I'm not defective!
Weyoun7: Of course
Weyoun7: You are. What other explanation is there for your behavior? Leaving your post. Defecting to the enemy.
Weyoun: Are you calling Odo your enemy?
Weyoun7: Absolutely not.
Weyoun7: I was referring to the Federation, as you're well aware.
Damar: Enough bickering. Order him to trigger his implant.
Weyoun7: I was getting to that.
Odo: What implant?
Weyoun: Like all Vorta, I have a termination implant in my brain stem.
Weyoun7: Prove your loyalty to the Founders. Activate it.
Weyoun: The only Founder I'm loyal to is Odo, and he wants me alive.
Damar: I told you it was a waste of time to try to reason with him. You're a dead man, whether you activate that implant or not. That ship will never make it back to Deep Space Nine.
Weyoun7: Founder, there's really no need for you to be involved in this petty dispute. If you'll just hold your position until one of our ships can reach you
Odo: I have no intention of releasing my prisoner to you.
Weyoun7: If you don't, I can't be responsible for the consequences.
Weyoun: That's an empty threat. He wouldn't dare harm a Founder.
Damar: Maybe he won't, but I will. Think it over, Shape shifter. One of our attack ships is on the way.
Weyoun: Forgive me, Odo I should've told you the truth about myself.
Odo: Well, it's not too late to start. Why did you defect?
Weyoun: It's simple really. From the moment I was activated, I felt this war was wrong. Please don't misunderstand me, I still worship the Founders, but I believe their obsession with conquering the Alpha Quadrant is misguided. It's time they learned to live in peace with the Solids. I know it's not my place to question the Founders. Maybe Weyoun Seven is right. I am defective.
Odo: On the contrary. What you're saying about the war, about the Founders, makes perfect sense.
Weyoun: I want to thank you, Odo, for the way you stood up for me, protected me.
Odo: Well don't let it go to your head. I'd do the same for any prisoner.
Weyoun: Of course you would. You're a god.
Weyoun7: To think a Weyoun could be capable of such treachery.
Damar: I knew there was something wrong with him from the moment we met. He lacked your appetite for cruelty.
Weyoun7: He's a disgrace to me and all Vorta. Though I suppose he can't be held completely responsible for his behavior. The Vorta cloning process is a very delicate one. Every once in a while a clone is found to be defective. It's never happened to a Weyoun before, but it does happen. And speaking of treachery, there is still the little matter of the death of Weyoun Five.
Damar: You really believe I had something to do with that?
Weyoun7: You were supposed to be on that transporter pad with him.
Damar: I was called away. An urgent meeting with the Central Command.
Weyoun7: How convenient.
Damar: I always was lucky. Are you sure I can't interest you in a glass of kanar?
Weyoun7: I'm afraid our problems won't be washed away quite that easily.
Damar: I don't know what you're so concerned about. Odo couldn't possibly hope to outrun a Jem'Hadar attack ship.
Weyoun7: But what if he refuses to hand over his prisoner?
Damar: Then he'll die.
Weyoun7: He will not. We can't kill a Founder. I forbid it.
Damar: Unless we stop them, Odo is going to take your predecessor back to the Federation, where he will undoubtedly reveal all he knows, all you know, about our strategic operations. You know what that means, don't you?
Weyoun7: It means we could lose the war.
Damar: That's right. And I will not allow that to happen. Cardassia has risked too much, suffered too much. I will not stand by and let all of our plans, all of our dreams for the future, end in defeat just to spare the life of one Shape shifter.
Weyoun7: I don't believe the Jem'Hadar would want to fire on Odo, even if they were ordered to.
Damar: They don't need to know he's on board. You simply order them to destroy the runabout.
Weyoun7: I suppose it could work. But if the Founders ever found out that we were responsible for Odo's death.
Damar: Who's going to tell them?
Weyoun7: Odo doesn't even consider himself a Founder.
Damar: Then we agree. The runabout must be destroyed. Excellent. Now I really think you should try a little kanar.
O'Brien: Morning, Lieutenant.
Ezri: I'd make myself scarce if I were you.
O'Brien: Why?
Kira: Chief! In here now.
Ezri: I tried to warn you.
Kira: Do you mind explaining this?
O'Brien: Where's the Captain's desk?
Kira: Oh, you don't know? This is your authorisation code, isn't it?
O'Brien: Nog.
Kira: What about him?
O'Brien: Well, he must have traded the Captain's desk for the graviton stabilizer.
Kira: Excuse me?
O'Brien: Don't worry, Colonel. I will get the desk back.
Kira: You're damn right you will. The Captain is returning from Bajor in two days, and when he does, I want his desk sitting right here where it belongs.
Nog: Don't worry, Chief. I didn't give away the Captain's desk. I just loaned it to someone.
O'Brien: Who?
Nog: Al Lorenzo.
O'Brien: Who's Al Lorenzo?
Nog: The Chief of Operations on Decos Prime.
O'Brien: What does he want with the Captain's desk?
Nog: He wants to take a picture of it.
O'Brien: Why?
Nog: He likes to collect holophotos of himself sitting behind the desks of famous Starfleet captains. Usually he just sneaks into their offices, but with the war on it's been hard for him to get away.
O'Brien: Ha. Well that makes sense.
Nog: He's got quite a collection. Captain DeSoto's desk, Captain Picard's desk.
O'Brien: Okay, fine. So once he has his picture, he's going to send us the graviton stabilizer?
Nog: No. He's giving us an induction modulator.
O'Brien: But we don't need an induction modulator.
Nog: But the USS Musashi does.
O'Brien: Ah. So the Musashi's going to send us the stabilizer.
Nog: No, they're giving us a phaser emitter.
O'Brien: We don't need a phaser emitter.
Nog: I know, but the USS Sentinel does, and they have the extra stabilizer.
O'Brien: And they're willing to give it up for a phaser emitter?
Nog: That's the rumor.
O'Brien: Rumor? You've made all of these deals based on a rumor?
Nog: From a very reliable source.
O'Brien: But what if it turns out not to be true?
Nog: You have to have faith, Chief.
O'Brien: In a rumor?
Nog: No, in the Great Material Continuum.
O'Brien: Who are they?
Nog: It's not a they, it's the force that binds the universe together.
O'Brien: I must have missed that class in Engineering School.
Nog: On Ferenginar, we learn about the Continuum while we still have our first set of ears.
O'Brien: This is no time for Ferengi fairy tales.
Nog: The Continuum is real. You see, there are millions upon millions of worlds in the universe, each one filled with too much of one thing and not enough of another. And the Great Continuum flows through them all like a mighty river, from have to want and back again. And if we navigate the Continuum with skill and grace, our ship will be filled with everything our hearts desire.
O'Brien: Right now, I'd settle for a stabilizer and the Captain's desk.
Nog: The river will provide.
O'Brien: If it doesn't sink us first.
Weyoun: Odo?
Odo: What's wrong?
Weyoun: I think I was dreaming.
Odo: Sounded more like a nightmare.
Weyoun: I was on Earth, Starfleet Headquarters. I was supposed to report for my debriefing, but I couldn't find the right office. Then I started calling your name, but you didn't answer. And then suddenly I was being chased by some Jem'Hadar. Or were they Klingons? Silly, isn't it?
Odo: Not at all. It isn't easy to turn your back on your own people. Believe me, I know.
Weyoun: Odo, do you think Starfleet would allow you to conduct my debriefing?
Odo: Possibly.
Weyoun: It would make it much easier.
Weyoun: What is it?
Odo: Trouble.
Weyoun: I can't believe they're firing on us.
Odo: Trust me, they are.
Weyoun: But the Jem'Hadar would never obey an order to harm a Founder.
Odo: Maybe they finally got it through their head that I'm not a Founder.
Weyoun: Or they don't know who they're firing at. We've got to let them know you're on board.
Odo: They're jamming all the frequencies. I can't get through.
Weyoun: They've been ordered not to communicate with us.
Odo: Damar said he was determined not to let us get back to the station.
Weyoun: See if you can get above them.
Odo: Why?
Weyoun: I'll explain later. Just do it.
Odo: What now?
Weyoun: Lock phasers on their dorsal field junction. Their shields are weakest there.
Odo: Well, congratulations. You just saved our lives.
Weyoun: And murdered loyal servants of the Dominion. May the Founders forgive me.
Odo: Has it ever occurred to you that the reason you believe the Founders are gods is because that's what they want you to believe? That they built that into your genetic code?
Weyoun: Of course they did. That's what gods do. After all, why be a god if there's no one to worship you?
O'Brien: Rom, where's Nog?
Rom: I don't know, Chief. Nog left the station a couple of hours ago in a runabout.
O'Brien: Who gave him permission to use a runabout?
Rom: You did.
O'Brien: I never should've given him my authorisation code. Did he say when he'd be back?
Rom: Not to me.
O'Brien: How could he do this to me? How could he leave me adrift, mid-river without a paddle?
Rom: What river would that be?
O'Brien: You know, the Great Material Continuum.
Rom: Oh. That river. It can be very treacherous.
O'Brien: Tell me about it. I suppose the good news is with Nog gone, nothing else can go missing.
Martok: Where are my cases of bloodwine!
Worf: I do not know, General. But I promise you I will find out.
Damar: I don't understand it. How could a runabout destroy a Jem'Hadar fighter?
Weyoun7: Isn't it obvious? My predecessor must have helped Odo get past the ship's defenses.
Damar: Then how do we stop them?
Weyoun7: How else? Send more ships. Send a whole battalion if necessary, from our base at Olmerak.
Damar: Consider it done.
Weyoun7: Remember to tell them to fire on sight.
Founder: Fire at whom?
Weyoun7: Founder, how may I serve you?
Founder: By answering my question.
Damar: We spotted a Federation runabout spying on our base in the Olmerak system.
Founder: Surely one ship shouldn't be much of a threat.
Weyoun7: We'll have it destroyed within the hour.
Damar: Are you feeling all right?
Founder: Why do you ask?
Damar: Your face.
Founder: I'm fine. But from now on, I want the temperature in these rooms lowered by fifteen degrees. I do not share the Cardassians' love of heat.
Weyoun7: Nor do I. Lower the temperature.
Damar: As you wish.
Weyoun7: Is there anything else I can do for you?
Founder: Have you located Weyoun Six?
Weyoun7: It's only a matter of time.
Founder: So you keep saying.
Weyoun7: I assure you, Founder. He will be dealt with.
Damar: Did you notice her face? How parched it looked?
Weyoun7: You heard her. These rooms are too hot.
Damar: I wonder. I'm telling you she's not well.
Weyoun7: She's not the Founder you should be worried about. Contact Olmerak and order those ships to intercept the runabout.
Weyoun: That was filling.
Odo: I would hope so. You sampled the replicator's entire menu.
Weyoun: I enjoyed the different textures.
Odo: You mean tastes, don't you?
Weyoun: Not at all. The Vorta sense of taste is quite limited. About the only foods we really enjoy are kava nuts and rippleberries.
Odo: Ah. I take it this is also a result of your genetic programming?
Weyoun: It's the Founders' way of making sure we remember our past. You must know the story of how the Founders created the Vorta?
Odo: No, but I have the feeling you're going to tell me all about it.
Weyoun: The Vorta used to be quite different from what we are today. We were forest dwellers. Small, timid, ape-like creatures living in hollowed out trees.
Odo: Eating nuts and berries.
Weyoun: And living in fear of the many predators that would hunt us for food. One day, a wounded changeling came stumbling through the forest fleeing from a mob of angry solids.
Odo: Why were they chasing him?
Weyoun: What does it matter? Solids have always feared and distrusted shape-shifters, you know that. Well, a family of Vorta hid the changeling from his pursuers. And in return for saving his life, the changeling promised the Vorta that one day we would be transformed into powerful beings. That we would become an important part of a great new empire that would stretch across the Galaxy.
Odo: And the changeling kept his word.
Weyoun: That's right. Imagine, Odo. My people were once little more than apes, and look at us now. Look at what you've done for us.
Odo: If the story were true, it would at least prove that my people are capable of generosity and kindness.
Weyoun: You care about your people very much, don't you, Odo? In spite of all that's happened between you.
Odo: Maybe I do, but that doesn't change the fact that they're responsible for a war that's killed millions.
Weyoun: Odo, there's something you need to know. A sickness has spread throughout the Great Link. The Founders are dying. I was summoned to a meeting by the female changeling. She wanted to discuss troop deployments with me, and suddenly her hands began to shrivel. It lasted only a second or two, but over the last few weeks, it's happened a number of times. It's like she's withering.
Odo: And you're sure the other changelings are also infected?
Weyoun: She said the entire Link is suffering from the disease.
Odo: Everyone but me.
Weyoun: If they're unable to find a cure, you'll be the last of your kind.
Odo: Why didn't you tell me this earlier?
Weyoun: Because I knew how much it would hurt you. I'm sorry to bring you such sad news. But at least you're not infected. The Dominion will survive.
Odo: Meaning what?
Weyoun: Think about it, Odo. You have an opportunity to rectify the mistakes your people have made. To build a new Dominion based on cooperation, not conquest. On peace, not war. A new order under your leadership.
Odo: And what's your role going to be in this new order?
Weyoun: Whatever you want it to be. I wish only to serve you.
Odo: All right, and you can start by telling me how one runabout is going to survive an assault by four Jem'Hadar ships.
Weyoun: I'm sure you'll think of something.
Odo: There's a Kuiper Belt not far from here. We might be able to hide among the comet fragments. But we don't have much time. They're closing fast.
Weyoun: These comet fragments are nothing but huge chunks of ice. The Jem'Hadar will have no trouble finding us.
Odo: Not if we become the ice.
Odo: Well, with the power off and the runabout in thermal contact with the ice, we won't generate enough of an energy signature for their sensors to read.
Weyoun: We become the ice. Only a god could think of such a thing.
Odo: Well let's just hope the Jem'Hadar give up their search before we freeze to death.
Weyoun: My faith will keep me warm.
Odo: Perhaps. But in an hour you may want to trade in that faith for a thermal blanket.
O'Brien: What do you think?
Bashir: It's white.
O'Brien: I know it's white. I'm going to paint it.
Bashir: It's the wrong shape, it's the wrong height, the wrong width. Other than that, it's perfect. The Captain will never suspect you switched desks on him.
O'Brien: Julian, I need help, not sarcasm.
Bashir: I'm afraid Nog's the only one who can help you now.
O'Brien: If he gets back to the station before the Captain does.
Bashir: Maybe he's not coming back. Maybe he'd decided to make a run for it.
Kira: That isn't the Captain's desk.
Bashir: He's going to paint it.
Kira: Get it out of here.
Kira: Can I help you, General?
Martok: No. But he can.
O'Brien: Bloodwine?
Martok: Sixteen cases, sent to me by my wife. Now where are they?
O'Brien: How should I know?
Worf: You authorized their removal. That is your authorisation code, is it not?
O'Brien: Nog.
Martok: Chief, I want that bloodwine back here by tomorrow. Understood?
Weyoun: Odo, when you said you were cutting power to all systems did that include life support?
Odo: I'm afraid so.
Weyoun: Ah. That explains it.
Odo: Explains what?
Weyoun: Why I'm having trouble breathing.
Odo: We should have enough oxygen left for another three hours. Of course, by then we'll have probably frozen to death.
Weyoun: But you can't die. You have to survive to rebuild the Dominion.
Weyoun: They've found us.
Weyoun: What do we do now?
Odo: We can't stay here.
Weyoun: You're not going to try to outrun those ships, are you?
Odo: What choice do we have?
Weyoun: We're on fire.
Odo: There's an extinguisher behind you. What are you waiting for?
Weyoun: I live only to serve you.
Odo: What are you doing? Why'd you activate the comm. system?
Weyoun: All right, call off those ships.
Weyoun7: Why should I?
Weyoun: Because you don't need them anymore. Weyoun Six places his index finger behind his ear and his thumb under his chin, then applies pressure. He collapses.
Weyoun: I'm glad to see you've come to your senses.
Odo: What have you done?
Weyoun7: I've saved your life and the Dominion's as well.
Weyoun: He's activated his termination implant and proven himself to be a worthy Vorta at last.
Weyoun7: I obey the Founders in all things. Now call off those ships!
Damar: We don't know what he told Odo. He may have revealed important tactical
Weyoun7: That's a risk we'll just have to take. I've ordered the Jem'Hadar to break off the attack. I see your runabout has suffered some battle damage. Will you require
Weyoun7: Any further assistance?
Odo: I think you've done enough.
Weyoun7: I sincerely regret any inconvenience we may have caused you, Odo. Please have a safe and pleasant journey back to Deep Space Nine.
Weyoun: They say voluntary termination is quick and painless. I'm afraid it's not true.
Odo: I'll get you a pain suppressor.
Weyoun: That won't be necessary but there is one thing you can do for me.
Odo: What's that?
Weyoun: Give me your blessing.
Odo: I can't.
Weyoun: Please, Odo. Tell me that I haven't failed, that I've served you well.
Odo: You have. And for that you have my gratitude, and my blessing.
Bashir: Miles, the Captain's back.
O'Brien: I know. He sent for me.
Bashir: Good luck.
O'Brien: Thanks.
Sisko: Ah, Chief.
O'Brien: Captain, your desk
Sisko: Yes, it looks nice, doesn't it? I came in this morning and found Ensign Nog polishing it.
Nog: It was looking a little dull.
Sisko: Well, here is the maintenance request from the Gettysburg. It should be docking here later today. That'll be all.
O'Brien: Yes, sir.
Sisko: Oh, about the stabilizer.
O'Brien: Captain, I can explain.
Sisko: Don't bother. Ensign Nog told me you were able to get hold of one this morning.
O'Brien: I was? I mean I was.
Sisko: How long before you can have it online?
O'Brien: Er, eight hours.
Sisko: I plan to take the Defiant out on patrol in two.
O'Brien: Two it is, sir.
O'Brien: I don't know how you did it, Nog
Nog: I never lost faith in the Great Material Continuum.
O'Brien: Like you say, the river will provide.
Martok: Chief!
O'Brien: The waters just got choppy again.
Martok: I wanted you to have this. Consider it an apology.
O'Brien: You found the bloodwine.
Worf: Not exactly. Ensign Nog returned from his trip with sixteen cases of twenty three oh nine. A very good year.
Martok: An even better vintage than the one my wife sent me.
O'Brien: Well, I'm glad you approve.
Nog: And remember, anytime you're shopping for wines or spirits, my cousin Gant is the man to see.
Worf: We will keep that in mind.
O'Brien: Your cousin Gant?
Nog: Just another sailor on the Great River. By the way, Gant mentioned that he's got ten cases of Saurian brandy. It's the Captain's favorite, you know.
O'Brien: Level Five. What does he want for them?
Odo: I don't think I'll ever forget the look on his face when he died. He seemed so content.
Kira: The last thing he saw was one of his gods smiling at him. If you ask me, he was a lucky man.
Odo: Nerys, please.
Kira: No, listen to me. I know to Starfleet the Prophets are nothing more than wormhole aliens, but to me they're gods. I can't prove it, but then again, I don't have tom because my faith in them is enough. Just as Weyoun's faith in you was enough for him.
Odo: Well, now it appears that the Vorta may have to learn to get along without their gods.
Kira: I'm sorry. You're worried about your people.
Odo: The changelings are dying and I can't help them. They're the enemy.
Kira: A very dangerous enemy, now more than ever, because they're also desperate. This isn't easy for you, but you have to remember they started this war, not you.
Odo: That's true. But I know now that whichever side wins, one thing is certain. I'm going to lose.


O'Brien: Come on. Santa Anna didn't care about the rules of war. If he'd executed Davy Crockett at the Alamo he would have considered it a point of pride.
Bashir: All right. Put it this way. In eighteen thirty six Davy Crockett was what, forty nine? Quite old for the standards of the time. His days as an Indian fighter were well behind him. He was just an ex-Congressman, all reputation. Now this is not a man who was about to fight till his last breath, Miles. The situation was hopeless, he was out of ammunition, the Mexican army was swarming the Alamo's battlements. He would have surrendered. It's as logical as that. Simple.
O'Brien: I'm not saying it couldn't have happened. I'm just saying there's no proof.
Worf: You are both wrong. The only real question is whether you believe in the legend of Davy Crockett or not. If you do, then there should be no doubt in your mind that he died the death of a hero. If you do not believe in the legend, then he was just a man and it does not matter how he died.
Bashir: Well, I guess that settles that.
O'Brien: I guess so.
Worf: Enter. Kor?
Kor: Nuq'nuh, Worf. It's good to see you, my friend.
Worf: I welcome you to my home. May I offer you some refreshment?
Kor: I would be honored to share a bottle of bloodwine with the Son of Mogh. I heard the news about Jadzia.
Worf: She died a warrior.
Kor: I expected nothing less. To absent comrades. Twenty three oh nine. Very good.
Worf: Sit.
Kor: The war goes well for you, Worf? A long list of victories to your credit, I trust?
Worf: I have been fortunate.
Kor: The way of the warrior is not a humble path. Show some pride in your accomplishments! You've earned it.
Worf: I will try. And does the war go well for you, Kor?
Kor: No, Worf. It does not go well for me. It seems my services are not required in the present conflict.
Worf: But you are Kor, a Dahar Master, the man who held the Korma Pass against T'nag. Your reputation alone should have assured you a command.
Kor: I also have a reputation for a certain ruthless quality toward those who would stand in my way. Mind you, it is not entirely undeserved. In truth, I rather enjoy being feared by my fellow officers. However, there's a price to be paid for such singled-minded devotion to one's ambition. I made enemies. Perhaps more than were necessary. I have no influence left in the Empire. Even as our entire race grapples with the Dominion there's no place for an old man with too many enemies and not enough friends. That's why I've come here tonight. It is not easy for me to beg you for help, but I have nowhere else to turn. Help me fight again, Worf. Help me end my life as I've lived it. As a warrior.
Martok: How many more reports does the High Council require?
Darok: As many as last time. And Starfleet is still waiting for your signature on these repair requests.
Martok: There will come a day, Darok, when your services as my aide may no longer be required.
Darok: I look forward to that day with great anticipation. Until then
Martok: Ah, Worf, good to see you. Thank you, Darok.
Martok: It's a pity Captain Sisko frowns on summary executions. What can I do for you?
Worf: Kor, the Dahar Master, came to see me last night. He has been unable to find a command and I
Martok: Tell me you're not going to ask me to give that man a ship!
Worf: Well, I had hoped that
Martok: Then your hopes are in vain. That man is not welcome in my house and I will certainly not have him commanding a ship in my fleet.
Worf: General, Kor is a friend and I have already
Martok: Not another word! Do you hear? Not a word! Now get out of here before I forget we are brothers.
Martok: I plan to attack the Trelka Five starbase, then push deeper into Cardassian territory. I'll hit the Manora shipyards, the Jem'Hadar breeding facility on Sheva Two, the supply depots in the Borias Cluster.
Sisko: It would take half the Ninth Fleet just to destroy Trelka Five.
Martok: I don't intend to destroy the base, just damage it. Throw them off balance and then move on to the next target. Imagine the chaos we'll cause once we're in behind their lines.
Sisko: A cavalry raid. Ancient Earth soldiers mounted on horseback. They had the speed to charge behind enemy lines to stir up trouble, and the mobility to keep from being caught. How many ships will you take?
Martok: Five birds of prey. Battle cruisers are too slow, too unwieldy for a mission like this.
Sisko: Do you want to take the Defiant?
Martok: Perhaps the Defiant should remain here, just in case the Jem'Hadar try their own cavalry raid. But it may be prudent for the Defiant and a dozen or so other starships to be waiting for us when we return.
Sisko: You mean you might be bringing company back with you?
Martok: I'm sure you'll be ready to welcome them.
Sisko: With phasers charged.
Kolana: Our disruptor targeting sensors need to be replaced as well as our guidance system relays.
Martok: Make a note of that for Chief O'Brien. He should give the Ch'Tang first priority. So, if you have something to ask me do it now before Darok buries me under more paperwork.
Worf: I wish to speak with you about Kor. Now I know that you have strong feelings about this
Martok: Clear the bridge!
Martok: I did not expect to hear anything further on this subject from you.
Worf: And I did not expect to be forbidden to speak with you on any subject. Have I become a shuVak to be ordered about like Darok?
Martok: No, of course not. Very well. Talk and be done with it.
Worf: Kor came to see me, asking my help as a friend. He is an old man with no family and no influence left in the Empire. He asked nothing except for the chance to fight and die as a Klingon warrior. I told him I would speak with you about finding him a command in the fleet.
Martok: I would not give that man the gnawed bones of my last meal, much less command of a ship.
Worf: But why? There is no blood feud between our Houses, and Kor has said he has not even met you.
Martok: You can wound a man without ever seeing his face. When I was a boy, my family still lived in the lowlands of Ketha Province. We had very little, but it didn't matter. We were a family of warriors. Fifteen generations had served as soldiers of the Empire, but my father had higher hopes for me. He wanted his son to become an officer. It took a great deal of effort, but eventually he found someone willing to sponsor me. I passed my entrance exam on my first attempt and all that remained was final approval by the oversight council. A simple formality. My application was rejected by one member of that council. Kor.
Worf: Why?
Martok: Why? Kor's family descends from the Imperial Court itself. Kor is of the blood, born to rule by the divine will of Kahless! And what was I? A boy from the Ketha lowlands. He could not bear the thought of someone like me joining the elite officer ranks. And so, to my father's embarrassment and my everlasting shame, my application was denied. And with the mark of Kor on my record I could not join even as a common soldier. I spent five years as a civilian laborer aboard General ShiVang's flagship. Then, as fortune would have it, the Romulans made a foolhardy attempt to board our ship. I earned a battlefield commission. Unfortunately, my father did not live to see that glorious day. And if Kor had had his way, I would still be a civilian on that ship, cleaning the officers' mess.
Worf: I understand. But I must tell you that using my own authority, I appointed Kor an officer in the Ninth Fleet.
Martok: Made him an officer, just like that. That's the difference between his name and mine. His opens doors, mine closes them.
Worf: I did not anticipate that
Martok: It's done. Your apology is not sought. But know this, Worf. Kor is your responsibility. I want nothing to do with him.
Kor: Do you remember breaking into the Duke's harem on Renavi?
Ezri: How could I forget that? That is one of Curzon's favorite memories. Hi.
Worf: Hello.
Kor: Come and join us, my friend.
Ezri: I am on duty. I'll see you later. It's good to see you again, Kor.
Kor: Still the same old Dax, and yet not.
Worf: General Martok will not give you a command.
Kor: Kesh!
Worf: He says that you struck his name from an officers list because his family comes from the Ketha lowlands.
Kor: Did I? I don't recall. Of course, there were so many officer lists. I suppose it's possible.
Worf: It is an unworthy reason to bar a man from serving the Empire.
Kor: Worf, you've been living among this democratic rabble for too long. I know your bloodline. We both come from noble Houses. Among our people that still counts for something. If Martok is a true Klingon, he should appreciate that.
Worf: He does not.
Kor: Did he revoke my commission?
Worf: No. You will serve aboard the Ch'Tang as Third Officer.
Kor: Third? Oh, well, no matter. I've overcome greater obstacles. Thank you, Worf. You're a true friend.
Worf: You will report aboard at oh seven hundred. And stay out of Martok's way.
Kor: He will not even know I am there. Worf. What was the name of the ship?
Worf: The Ch'Tang.
Kor: Ch'Tang! Of course. I'll see you there.
Kolana: All decks report ready. Defense systems online. Engine room standing by. Transporter room reports that our last crewmembers have beamed aboard.
Martok: Very well. Signal the squadron. Prepare to get underway. Stand by to cloak.
Worf: Aye, sir.
Martok: Helm, set course three two five, mark zero zero three. Full impulse till we clear the outer marker, then go to
Kor: Third Officer Kor reporting for duty.
Synon: The Dahar Master.
Worf: Take your station.
Martok: Return to your duties or I'll find a crew that can! Helmsman! I gave you an order.
Synon: Chah Veh!
Darok: Kor, here, on our ship.
Martok: Don't you have something to do?
Darok: No.
Martok: Then find something.
Darok: It's an honor to have you aboard.
Kor: Thank you very much.
Kolana: Welcome, Dahar Master.
Kira: So what did Kor say when he met you?
Ezri: The usual. I have the same conversation over and over again. Everyone's shocked at first, then they start scanning my face for signs of the person they knew as Dax. It can't be. Is it really you? Oh, I do see a little Jadzia in the eyes, a little Curzon in the smile.
Kira: Isn't there a period of adjustment that joined Trills have to go through where people are comparing them to previous hosts? I'm sure it'll pass.
Ezri: You're right. The last five Dax hosts went through this. That wasn't bad. You'd make a pretty good counselor. You want to trade jobs?
Kira: Oh, yeah, people would love bringing their problems to me. You dreamed about what? You're crazy. Now get out of my office. Next patient!
Ezri: Funny you should mention dreams. Ever since my conversation with Kor, I've had the most intense dreams about him.
Kira: Like what?
Ezri: Being on a Klingon bridge together, going off into battle, drinking bloodwine, which still makes me gag by the way, singing songs. A part of me wants to be out there with him now. I hope he's all right. I mean, I know I'm sort of contradicting what I just said about wanting to set myself apart from my previous hosts, but the memories I have of being with him are so vivid, I can't bear the thought of losing him. I'd give almost anything for the chance to be together one more time. The two of us, side by side, just like it used to be.
Kira: Do you need something?
Quark: No. Nothing.
Ezri: So, what's your professional opinion?
Kira: You're crazy.
Ezri: Next patient!
Odo: What's the matter with you? Someone forget to leave a tip?
Quark: It's Ezri. She, she, I can't even say it.
Odo: Try.
Quark: She wants to get back together with Worf.
Martok: And before the Cardassians realized we were even there, we destroyed the entire camp and the relay station!
Kolana: To General Martok, victor of Felton Prime!
All: Qapla'!
Kolana: Let me have the honor to welcome the Dahar Master to the humble mess hall of the Ch'Tang.
Kor: Sit, sit. You do me too much honor. On this voyage I am but the Third Officer. I expect no special treatment.
Worf: Have you settled on an attack plan for the starbase on Trelka Five?
Martok: I'm going to send the Malpara and Ning'tao in ahead of the rest of the squadron. They'll make a single strafing run on the base and then head out of the system. When the enemy sends out their repair crews to assess the damage, then the rest of the squadron will decloak. With any luck, we'll catch them not only unprepared but with their entire damage control effort underway.
Kor: Excellent! An excellent plan, General.
Martok: I'm glad you approve.
Kor: Of course. It's the same tactic Kang and I used against the Federation in the battle of Caleb Four.
Kolana: You were at Caleb Four?
Darok: Of course he was! Forgive the ignorance of these children.
Kor: I was a young officer once. I know how irrelevant the past can seem.
Kolana: We would be honored if you would tell us about Caleb Four.
Darok: Tell the tale.
Synon: Yes, tell us!
Kor: Well, there's not much to tell really. The battle was over almost before the Federation knew it had begun. I commanded the first division from the Klothos, one of the old D Five cruisers. Kang commanded the second division. Now, you must remember that in those days, the cloaking device was a new piece of technology. There were only a handful of engineers in the Imperial Fleet who knew how to operate them. Before we left Chronos, I spent three days in the engine room taking the device apart with my bare hands and then putting it back together again. Now this would come in handy later in the battle, as you'll see.
Worf: It is not the fault of the crew. They are not used to serving with a legendary figure like Kor.
Kolana: Bridge to General Martok.
Martok: Yes?
Kolana: We are approaching Trelka Five.
Martok: Set defense condition one.
Kolana: Defense Condition One. All hands to battle stations. Repeat, all hands to battle stations.
Kor: I'm supposed to be somewhere.
Synon: Dahar Master.
Kor: Where are you going, Lieutenant?
Synon: To the bridge. We're approaching Trelka Five.
Kor: The bridge!
Synon: Are you all right?
Kor: Of course. What are you waiting for? Report to your station!
Synon: Chah Veh!
Kor: Concentrate.
Kolana: Their shields are down to sixty five percent. Three Cardassian cruisers are in spacedock, orbiting the far side of the planet. Two of them are getting underway. The Malpara and the Ning'tao have completed their attack.
Kolana: The Malpara is gone. No survivors. Ning'tao is heading out of the system. The Cardassians are pursuing.
Martok: Leaving their base unprotected. Helm, take us in. Bring us to a hover three hundred meters above the base. Stand by to decloak on my command.
Synon: Holding at three hundred meters.
Martok: Scan the base.
Kolana: They've dispatched damage control teams. Two defense batteries are out and they've just dropped their primary shield grid.
Martok: Decloak the ship and open fire.
Kolana: Shields are down to eighty five percent!
Worf: Reroute emergency power to the secondary shield emitters.
Martok: Fire torpedoes! Helm, lay in an escape course.
Synon: Aye, sir!
Kor: Continue firing! Target their primary reactors!
Kolana: Chah Veh!
Kor: And bring us around for another pass!
Synon: Coming about!
Martok: No, only one pass. Leave the system!
Kor: Do not worry, my friend. All is well.
Martok: You old fool.
Kolana: The Orantho reports their captain and first officer are dead. They have a hull breach on their port quarter.
Kor: Instruct them to continue firing, and open a channel to Kang.
Kolana: To Kang?
Kor: Tell him we've succeeded, and that the Federation outpost on Caleb Four will be taken within an hour!
Kolana: Sir, Kang has been dead for years.
Kor: Prepare a boarding party. We're going to take the base.
Synon: But sir, they have a garrison of ten thousand!
Martok: By the hand of Kahless, get us out of here!
Kor: Victory is ours. The Federation will rue the day they dared to challenge the might of the Klingon Empire. We will take Caleb Four and raise our banner over the smoking ruins of their outpost.
Worf: Escape course. Now!
Martok: Engage cloaks.
Kolana: Orantho and Slivin have cloaked. No pursuit from Trelka Five.
Martok: No time to waste. Proceed, proceed to the rendezvous then on to the Manora shipyards. Warp seven.
Worf: Medical team to the bridge.
Martok: Worf, get that man out of here.
Ezri: Hi. I think I'm in the mood for
Quark: Wait. I have something to say. Now, you may think this is none of my business, but someone has to speak up and I've decided that someone is me. So here it is. I'll just say it.
Ezri: Okay.
Quark: You're making a mistake by pursuing another relationship with Worf.
Ezri: Excuse me?
Quark: You heard me. I know how Jadzia felt about Worf, but that was her life, not yours. You're Ezri Dax. You need to give yourself a chance to explore other relationships. You're young and beautiful and full of life. Why go after a man who's only a memory to you? I've had my problems with Worf, I'll admit that, but this is not about me or my feelings. This is about you. Worf has done nothing and I mean nothing to deserve you. Shouldn't you try and find someone who's willing to win your heart, not just inherit it? You deserve better. There. I've said my piece.
Ezri: Can I say something now? I'm not interested in having another relationship with Worf. I care about him and I probably always will, but he's moved on with his life and so have I.
Quark: Oh. Well, good.
Ezri: And I'd also like to say that what you just did was one of the kindest, dearest and for you, one of the most embarrassing things that I have ever heard. You're a real sweetheart. Can I order now? A Moscow mule.
Quark: Coming right up.
Quark: Did you hear that? She called me sweetheart.
Jake: Yeah. So?
Quark: She loves me.
Jake: What?
Quark: Sweetheart.
Jake: You're certifiable, you do realize that?
Quark: She loves me.
Martok: And find out what is wrong with the Ning'tao. I know Captain Lurkan is young, but he must realize the importance the importance of keeping formation. I've been thinking about our next objective. Perhaps we should go after a bigger target, something more threatening to our forces. Now, what about the base on Caleb Four?
Darok: If you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to.
Martok: Your duties are right here. Someone was just telling me about the defenses on Caleb Four. Who was that?
Synon: I believe it was our Third Officer, General.
Martok: That's right. Third officer! Tell us about Caleb Four. Is it manned by Jem'Hadar or Cardassian troops?
Kolana: I thought it was a Federation outpost.
Martok: But how can that be? The Federation is our ally. Surely Kor is aware of that.
Synon: Perhaps he's confused.
Martok: Confused? The Dahar Master? Surely not. We must be the ones who are confused. Enlighten us. Who mans the base on Caleb Four? Dominion or Federation?
Kolana: I think he's forgotten.
Synon: I think he's asleep.
Martok: Stop it, both of you. Don't you have any respect for one of the greatest heroes of the Empire? He's thinking it over. Give him time. The last son of the House of Kor should not be rushed.
Kolana: How long should we wait?
Synon: Perhaps we should ask Kang.
Martok: Well, say something, old man. Or have you lost your tongue as well as your mind?
Kor: Savor the fruit of life, my young friends. It has a sweet taste when it 'is fresh from the vine. But don't live too long. The taste turns bitter after a time.
Worf: The new personnel roster.
Martok: You've removed Kor from active duty.
Worf: I saw no other choice.
Martok: Still, you're his friend. It must have been difficult for you.
Worf: A friend would not have put him in that position in the first place.
Martok: I've hated his name for almost thirty years. I've dreamt of the moment when I would finally see him stripped of his rank and title, when he would suddenly find himself without a friend in the world, without the power of his birthright. Well, I've had that moment now. And I took no joy from it. Have you thought about what will become of him when we return to Deep Space Nine?
Worf: I plan to speak with Chancellor Gowron to try and find Kor some assignment on the homeworld.
Martok: I'll have a word with Gowron as well.
Kolana: Bridge to General Martok.
Martok: Yes?
Kolana: Pardon the interruption, sir. Our sensors have detected a large body of enemy ships.
Martok: On my way.
Martok: Where are they?
Kolana: Their warp signatures are bearing directly astern. They're Jem'Hadar fighters and they appear to be pursuing us.
Martok: How can that be?
Worf: The lead ship is using some kind of long range tachyon scanner to penetrate our cloaks.
Synon: Does the Dominion possess such a device?
Martok: They do now.
Worf: How many ships?
Kolana: I've identified ten vessels so far, and they're gaining on us.
Worf: How long before we are within their weapons range?
Kolana: Two hours, twelve minutes.
Martok: Helm, have you located the Defiant?
Synon: Yes, sir. They're waiting for us in the Kalandra sector, with seven Federation starships. It will take us three hours, forty five minutes to reach them.
Worf: If the Jem'Hadar could be forced to drop out of warp for only ten minutes, they would not have time to catch up with us before we rendezvous with the Defiant.
Martok: A fine theory, but how do we execute it?
Worf: We could disrupt their warp fields with an inverse graviton burst. It would force them to drop to impulse until the gravitons dissipated.
Kolana: We would need to generate a massive burst to disrupt the warp fields of a fleet that size.
Worf: A single bird of prey could do it by diverting warp power to the main deflector.
Martok: How long would that delay them?
Kolana: They could reinitialize their warp cores in less than two minutes.
Worf: If I could engage them in battle while they're still at impulse, that would delay them even longer. I know I could do it.
Martok: What do you mean, you could do it?
Worf: The Orantho's Captain and First Officer are dead, and the Slivin's deflector is damaged. It cannot generate a graviton burst. And the Ning'tao's Captain is too young and inexperienced. I am the logical choice.
Martok: But Worf, this means that you'd be sacrificing the entire crew of the Ning'tao.
Worf: I have thought about that. We could beam most of the crew over before I take command. I would only need six volunteers.
Martok: Signal the Ning'tao. Tell them to prepare for a change in command.
Kor: Yes?
Kor: I am not hungry.
Darok: The food is for me. I haven't eaten in hours. Men of our generation never stood on ceremony. We ate when we were hungry, we fought when we were angered. Oh, I miss the simplicity of those days.
Kor: I miss a great deal about those days.
Darok: The warriors on this ship, they don't know what they've missed. But such is the way with children. They often let the promise of the future obscure the glories of the past.
Kor: Is there a point to this nostalgic indulgence?
Darok: Only that they are children. Even Martok who, for all his flaws, is a great man, even Martok is but a child compared to you or me. They are quick to judge and slow to forgive. They still have much to learn. We are being pursued by a Jem'Hadar fleet. Worf believes he can stop them with a single ship.
Kor: How?
Darok: It's a good plan, but it has one flaw. It depends entirely on Worf successfully engaging the whole enemy fleet, if only for a short time.
Kor: It can be done. The key is to confuse their sensors in the opening moments with a spread of torpedoes.
Darok: Perhaps. But it would take a man with three times his experience to accomplish such a feat. And such a man would have to be certain of his abilities.
Kor: Such a man would not take the job unless he were certain.
Darok: It has been an honor serving with you, Kor, son of Rynar.
Kor: Worf! Leaving for the Ning'tao, I take it?
Worf: Yes.
Kor: I wanted to wish you well. I look forward to seeing you at the gates to Sto'Vo'Kor.
Worf: As do I.
Kor: Do you have any message you want me to convey to Jadzia?
Kor: When I reach the halls of the hallowed dead, I will find your beloved and remind her that her husband is a noble warrior, and that he still loves no one but her. Goodbye, my friend. Live well.
Kor: Long live the Empire!
Martok: On the bridge?
Darok: If they succeed, you can drink to their courage, and if they fail, you can still drink to their courage.
Kolana: The Ning'tao is closing on the enemy. She's initiated the graviton burst. Their warp fields are destabilizing, They're dropping to impulse.
Martok: By Kahless's hand, how many?
Kolana: All of them. The Ning'tao has dropped out of warp. She's engaging the enemy.
Martok: Die well, Worf.
Worf: Today was not my day to die.
Martok: Worf! But then who? Kor!
Worf: He surprised me outside the transporter room with a hypospray.
Martok: I hope that old fool understands what he's doing. How goes the battle?
Kolana: We're approaching the limit of our sensor range, but it appears that the enemy formation has collapsed. The Ning'tao is maneuvering rapidly. She's taking heavy fire from the Jem'Hadar. I've lost contact.
Martok: One ship against ten. It doesn't seem possible.
Worf: He will succeed. He is Kor, the Dahar Master.
Kolana: He's done it. The Jem'Hadar are out of time. They can no longer overtake us before we reach the Defiant.
Martok: How? How did that pompous old man hold off an entire Jem'Hadar fleet with only one ship?
Worf: Does it matter?
Martok: Darok, give me that bottle.
Martok: To Kor. A Dahar Master and noble warrior to the end.
Darok: Mi' qul qar'a, 'ej Do' QI'la'.
Kolana: QI'do' Sum, garI' do' QI'la. ALL except Martok: Sutem pa' rI' tlho' Mara' 'e' qor. rI'qa' rI'qa' rI'qa' DaSo' pa gareh QI' ro'qa' ro'qa' ro'qa' ro'qa.