Rom: What do you think?
Leeta: I don't know. What do you think?
Rom: I like it. Don't you?
Leeta: Rom, it's two handkerchiefs and a loincloth.
Rom: I suppose we could lose the handkerchiefs.
Leeta: Ferengi tradition or no Ferengi tradition, I am not going to be naked at my wedding.
Rom: Who said anything about naked? You'll still have the loincloth.
Leeta: Please show us something else.
Garak: There is nothing else. I've shown you one hundred and fifty three different wedding dresses, from Tellarite modern to Risian traditional, and you've hated them all.
Leeta: I liked number thirty eight.
Rom: Number thirty eight? It had more layers than a Baduvian tapestry.
Leeta: It was elegant.
Rom: It was bulky.
Ziyal: I like sixty four.
Leeta: Sixty four?
Rom: Eeeesh.
Garak: Well, at least they agree on something.
Ziyal: Why don't you just let Garak design a dress on his own? You know whatever he comes up with will be beautiful.
Garak: My dear, I find your blind adoration both flattering and disturbing, but she does have a point.
Quark: Leeta, that fifteen minute break you asked for was up an hour ago.
Rom: Brother, what do you think of this dress?
Quark: I don't want to think about it. All I know is that any marriage where the female is allowed to speak and wear clothing is doomed to failure. Your dabo table awaits.
Leeta: There he is. Let's talk to him.
Rom: Now?
Leeta: Now, Rom.
O'Brien: Keiko and the kids will be a lot safer on Earth than they are here. They've only been gone two days and I miss them already.
Sisko: Still, don't you feel better knowing they're out of harm's way? I wish I could convince Jake to visit Earth for a while.
Leeta: Captain, can we speak to you for a moment?
Rom: If you're not too busy.
Sisko: Oh. Go ahead.
Rom: Would you marry me? I mean, us. I mean, would you perform our wedding ceremony?
Leeta: It would be a great honor to be married by the Emissary.
Rom: It's not for another two weeks, so you'll have plenty of time to get ready.
Sisko: I guess I'll have to start brushing up on my Bajoran.
Rom: Me, too.
O'Brien: Captain.
Sisko: If you'll excuse me.
O'Brien: Maybe they're not coming.
Sisko: That would be a nice surprise.
Sisko: I'll say one thing for the Dominion, they're punctual.
O'Brien: That's the fifth convoy headed to Cardassia in the last five weeks. I can only imagine how many Jem'Hadar soldiers are stationed there by now.
Sisko: Too many.
O'Brien: I wish they'd just attack and get it over with.
Sisko: I have the feeling you're going to get your wish.
Jake: Thanks for the invite, Dad. I haven't had a home-cooked meal since
Sisko: Since the last time you were here.
Jake: Sounds about right. So, what's for dinner?
Jake: Ah. Can I get some salsa with that?
Sisko: Read the headline.
Jake: Bajorans continue negotiations with Dominion.
Sisko: Go on.
Jake: Station Commander opposes non-aggression pact.
Sisko: And the byline.
Jake: By Jake Sisko.
Sisko: You should've warned me.
Jake: I was waiting for the right moment.
Sisko: The right moment was before you published the article.
Jake: I know. I'm sorry. But aren't you glad I got a job?
Sisko: You mean this isn't a one-time thing?
Jake: Nope. I'm now an official correspondent for the Starfleet News Service.
Sisko: What about your novel?
Jake: I'm not giving up on it. But this way I get to see my work in print.
Sisko: And apparently I get to see everything I say in print too.
Jake: You're a public figure, Dad. You're the Captain of the most important space station in the entire Federation. You're news.
Sisko: Don't remind me. I guess I can't stop you from doing your job.
Jake: Can I quote you on that? I guess not.
Kira: Yamok sauce. Who'd bother to smuggle in ten thousand wrappages of Cardassian yamok sauce? Oh. Quark. That little worm, he thinks the Cardassians are going to retake the station.
Dax: He's a Ferengi. You can't blame him for hedging his bets. But it is a lot of yamok sauce. What is a yamok, anyway?
Odo: What would you like me to do with it?
Dax: Major?
Kira: I don't care. You decide.
Dax: Dump it.
Odo: Very good.
Dax: Would you mind telling me what's going on?
Kira: What do you mean?
Dax: You and Odo. You've been avoiding each other for weeks.
Kira: Ah, it's a long story.
Dax: Those are the best kind.
Kira: Odo has feelings for me.
Dax: What kind of feelings?
Kira: The kind that aren't easy to talk about.
Dax: Since when?
Kira: Since I don't know. Years. I just found out about it last month.
Dax: That explains a lot.
Kira: It does?
Dax: Not really. It just seemed like the right thing to say. I had no idea.
Kira: Neither did I.
Nog: Sixty degrees Celsius. Just the way you like it. Sir, is it true what they're saying about the Romulans?
Sisko: What do they say?
Nog: There were some Orion free traders in Quark's last night, and they heard from a Vulcan diplomat that the Romulans signed a non-aggression pact with the Dominion.
Sisko: A lot of rumors float around at a time like this, Cadet. Just don't forget the one hundred ninetieth Rule of Acquisition.
Nog: Hear all, trust nothing. Good advice, sir.
Sisko: The Romulans. Sisko to Dax.
Dax: Dax here.
Sisko: Put me through to Starfleet Intelligence.
Worf: The Romulans! I always knew they were without honor. Now they have proven it.
Bashir: When did they sign the treaty?
Sisko: Yesterday.
O'Brien: They must be desperate to side with the Dominion.
Sisko: Technically they're not siding with anyone. It's a non-aggression pact.
Kira: Which means if the Dominion attacks, they just sit by and do nothing.
Odo: The Romulans, the Miradorn, the Tholians. The Dominion is making impressive inroads in the Alpha Quadrant.
Dax: And the Bajorans are still talking to them?
Kira: My people will never sign that treaty, or any other agreement with the Dominion.
O'Brien: Meanwhile, more Jem'Hadar ships come through the wormhole every week.
Worf: It must stop.
Sisko: It's going to stop. I've talked to Starfleet Command. They've agreed that no more Dominion ships can be allowed into the Alpha Quadrant.
O'Brien: How do we keep them out?
Sisko: We're going to mine the entrance to the wormhole, prevent the Dominion from bringing any more reinforcements to Cardassia.
Odo: If we try to stop those convoys, it may very well start a war.
Sisko: Maybe so. But one thing is certain. We're losing the peace, which means a war could be our only hope.
O'Brien: What about pulse mines? We could equip them with variable geometry detonators.
Dax: Not good enough. Dominion ships can wait at the mouth of the wormhole and pick them off one by one.
O'Brien: What if we cloaked them?
Dax: Cloaking doesn't always work against the Dominion.
O'Brien: Maybe cloaked ships don't, but I'm thinking a lot smaller. Each mine no more than a meter across.
Dax: Mines that small don't have a lot of power. It would take dozens of them to disable a warship. We'd run out of mines before they ran out of ships. Rom, are you here?
Rom: Cloak. Small. Dozens. I heard every word.
O'Brien: Well, something's wrong. You haven't touched your food.
Rom: It's my stomach. Ever since Captain Sisko agreed to officiate at our wedding, I haven't had much of an appetite.
O'Brien: I thought you wanted Captain Sisko to marry you.
Rom: I did. But now that he's said yes, it's become so real. I'm going to get married!
Dax: Not for another two weeks. And in the meantime, we have work to do.
Rom: But what if Leeta turns out to be just like Nog's mother? What if I can't make her happy? What if this is the biggest mistake of my life? What if
O'Brien: Rom.
Rom: Self-replication. That's the only answer.
Dax: Self-replication?
Rom: If the mines are going to be small, we'll need a lot of them. And we'll need a way to replace them quickly if the Jem'Hadar try to blast their way through. And, uh-oh. I forgot to request new quarters. Mine are too small. Where are Leeta and I going to live?
Dax: Rom, I think you're on to something.
Rom: I know I am. I've measured them three times. There's nowhere to put her prayer mandala.
O'Brien: We could equip each mine with a replicator unit.
Dax: No matter how many the Jem'Hadar destroy, there'd always be more.
O'Brien: We'll program them to swarm detonate. Twenty or thirty mines to each ship.
Rom: The only problem is you'll have to wait until the entire minefield is deployed before you activate it. Otherwise the proximity sensors could cause premature detonation. Where's Leeta going to put all her clothes? I don't have enough closet space.
Dax: I'd better go talk to Sisko.
O'Brien: I'll go draw up some specs.
Rom: I've got to go to waste extraction.
Kira: What did Starfleet Command say?
Worf: How many reinforcements will they be sending us?
Kira: And how soon will they get here?
Sisko: We're not getting any reinforcements. We'll have to make due with what we've got.
Kira: What we've got isn't enough.
Worf: Sir, as Strategic Operations Officer, I cannot guarantee the safety of this station if a Dominion fleet attacks.
Sisko: Your concerns are noted, Commander.
Kira: What's Starfleet thinking? They must have given you a reason for denying your request.
Sisko: They did.
Kira: And?
Sisko: And I'm not at liberty to discuss it. Let's just say Starfleet's resources will be needed elsewhere.
Kira: What could be more important than defending this station?
Worf: That is not for us to decide. What are our orders, Captain?
Sisko: Deploy the minefield and prepare for a Dominion attack.
Kira: And when the attack comes?
Sisko: Then we are to defend the station until the mines are in position and the field has been activated.
Worf: The Defiant will be unable to raise shields or cloak while deploying the mines. She will be an easy target.
Sisko: Then it's up to DS9 to defend her. If the Dominion wants to stop the Defiant, they'll have to come through us.
Kira: You wanted to see me, Constable?
Odo: Major, I'd like your permission to terminate all outgoing subspace communications.
Kira: You really think that's necessary?
Odo: This is no time for security leaks. I've prepared a number of false messages we can transmit at random intervals so there won't be any noticeable drop in our outgoing subspace traffic.
Kira: I'll see what I can do.
Odo: I'd appreciate that. Major, there's something you ought to know.
Kira: What's that?
Odo: I've been thinking about asking out you to dinner.
Kira: I've been expecting something like this.
Odo: I could tell. You've looked a little uncomfortable around me lately.
Kira: You've looked a little uncomfortable yourself.
Odo: Which is why I wanted you to know I'm not going to do it. No dinner invitations, no flowers, no attempts at changing the nature of our relationship. Until the current crisis has passed, we both need our minds to be clear, to be free of any unnecessary distractions.
Kira: That's probably a good idea. So, for now, all we need to concern ourselves with is deploying the minefield, maintaining station security and preparing ourselves for a possible invasion.
Odo: Well, I don't know about you, but I feel more comfortable already. Captain's log, stardate 50975.2. The next Jem'Hadar convoy is due in five days, but our efforts to mine the wormhole have already provoked a response from the Dominion, who have sent their Vorta Ambassador, Weyoun, to speak with me.
Sisko: What can I do for you, Weyoun?
Weyoun: Captain Sisko. I'll make this brief. We know all about the minefield.
Sisko: I assumed you'd find out sooner or later.
Weyoun: As I see it, you have two choices. Either you remove the mines or we will take this station from you and remove them ourselves.
Sisko: I appreciate your directness. Now let me be direct with you. The mines stay. I will not allow any more Dominion reinforcements through the wormhole.
Weyoun: You will not allow?
Sisko: You heard me.
Weyoun: I can see how that might be your first reaction. But you and I are reasonable men, and surely reasonable men can come to some sort of mutually acceptable compromise.
Sisko: I didn't think the Dominion believed in compromise.
Weyoun: It saddens me to see how deeply you misunderstand us. All the Dominion wants is to peacefully co-exist with its neighbors.
Sisko: Then why the continued military buildup? Why the weekly convoys of troops and ships from the Gamma Quadrant?
Weyoun: It's the Cardassians. Don't get me wrong. I'm pleased to call them allies, but as you know they've just been though a terrible war with the Klingons. I'm afraid it's left them somewhat jittery. So they're understandably concerned with insuring the sovereignty of their borders. And since they're now members of the Dominion, their concerns have become our concerns.
Sisko: I would think by now you have more than enough ships to defend Cardassia.
Weyoun: You may think that, and I may think that, but the Cardassians
Sisko: Oh, yes, I know. They're jittery.
Weyoun: You see our dilemma.
Sisko: I'm beginning to.
Weyoun: What if we agreed to limit our convoys to cargo ships, construction units, civilian aid? Things that will help them get their economy back on its feet. Did you know when we arrived, children were starving on Cardassia Prime? It was heartbreaking.
Sisko: I had no idea things were so bad.
Weyoun: The Cardassians are a very proud people. They don't want to admit to outsiders how dire their situation really is. So, are we agreed? You remove the mines and we restrict our convoys to medical and economic assistance.
Sisko: That sounds reasonable. I'd have to discuss it with Starfleet first, of course.
Weyoun: I'm sure they'll do whatever Benjamin Sisko recommends. For my part, I will personally speak to the Founders to secure our end of the bargain.
Sisko: What about Gul Dukat?
Weyoun: Ah. He'll be furious, at first. But we've developed a fine working relationship, and I'm sure I can help him to see the wisdom of our decision.
Sisko: I will leave it in your capable hands.
Weyoun: You won't be disappointed. This is a momentous day. You and I have just taken the first step towards insuring peace between our peoples.
Sisko: They're going to attack.
Bashir: Are you sure?
Sisko: I am positive. The moment I mentioned that we weren't going to remove the mines, we both knew there'd be war. Everything else was just words, a feeble attempt to lull the other side into a false sense of security. I didn't buy it, and I'm sure Weyoun didn't either.
Worf: How soon?
Sisko: As soon as they can get their fleet from Cardassia. I'd say as early as tomorrow. Which means we have to finish the minefield today.
Dax: We need more time.
Sisko: You don't have it.
Dax: We'll do all we can. Dax out.
Sisko: General, take your ship and patrol the border. At the first sight of the Dominion ships
Martok: I will sound the alarm.
Sisko: Don't engage the enemy. Get back to the station as soon as you can. We're going to need you here.
Martok: Captain, fighting at the border or fighting them here at the station makes no difference to me.
Bashir: You don't think Starfleet could be persuaded to send us a few more ships? Say fifty?
Sisko: I'm afraid not, Doctor. We're on our own.
Bashir: In that case, I'd better go and get the Infirmary ready.
Sisko: Mister Worf, see to the weapons array and issue combat assignments.
Worf: Aye, sir.
Sisko: Major.
Kira: I'll contact the Bajoran Militia, see if they can spare a few ships.
Sisko: Forget the Militia. I need you to contact the Council of Ministers. Tell them I need to meet with them immediately.
Kira: As a Starfleet Captain or as the Emissary of the Prophets?
Sisko: Both.
Kira: That'll get their attention.
Sisko: Remember the non-aggression pact the Dominion offered Bajor a few weeks ago?
Kira: They're still debating it in the Council of Ministers. It'll never pass.
Sisko: It'll pass if the Emissary endorses it.
Kira: You want Bajor to sign a treaty with the Dominion? Why?
Sisko: Major, when I came here, my orders were to protect Bajor and help your people rebuild from the Occupation.
Kira: We've succeeded.
Sisko: And I refuse to see everything we've accomplished torn down again. The sad truth is, Major, if there is a war now, the Federation can't guarantee the safety of Bajor. Which means Bajor must be kept out of the fighting. I don't like this any more than you do, Major, but it's Bajor's only chance for survival. Captain's log, supplemental. Bajor has signed the non-aggression pact with the Dominion. All Bajoran personnel have been ordered to evacuate the station. As someone once said, these are the times that try men's souls.
Ziyal: You're sure you won't come with me?
Garak: I don't think I'd be very welcome on Bajor.
Ziyal: I'm not going to be very popular there, either.
Garak: My dear, you're half-Bajoran, so at least half of you is going to be accepted. I'm sure that Major Kira's friends will take good care of you.
Ziyal: Well, what's going to happen to you?
Garak: Well, let me tell you a story. I once knew a Cardassian, a dashing, handsome young man with a promising career. But one day, through no fault of his own, he found himself exiled and alone, with nowhere to turn. But did he give up? No. He struck upon a brilliant plan. Rather than fleeing for the rest of his life, he sought shelter in the one place no one expected him to go. In a stronghold of his people's most hated enemies. There, surrounded by hostile strangers, he built a life, and there, against all odds, against the merciless logic of the Universe itself, he thrived.
Ziyal: By becoming the greatest tailor in the galaxy.
Garak: And the moral of the story, my dear, is to never underestimate my gift for survival.
Sisko: Boray pree hadokee. Tolata impara boresh. Preeya Rom, preeya Leeta. Abrem varo atel. You may kiss the bride.
Nog: Congratulations, Father! Moogie.
Leeta: Thank you, Nog.
Sisko: Well, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to.
Quark: Well, that was the most pathetic excuse for a wedding ceremony I've ever seen. No bridal auction, no latinum dances, and the bride? The bride was severely overdressed.
Rom: Nevertheless, you're very happy for us, aren't you, brother.
Quark: Overjoyed. I give it two months.
Leeta: Oh, Rom!
Rom: No time for that. Nog, are Leeta's bags packed?
Nog: They're already on the shuttle.
Leeta: You mean, we're leaving?
Rom: No. You're leaving. First Minister Shakaar was very clear. All Bajorans must leave the station for their own safety.
Leeta: But what about you?
Rom: My job is here with Chief O'Brien.
Leeta: Then I'm not going either.
Rom: You see that, Nog. We've barely finished saying our vows and we're already having our first fight. We're really married! You've got to go, Leeta. The problems of two newlyweds are but a small thread in the tapestry of galactic events. You might not understand that today, or even tomorrow, but some day you will. So get on that shuttle and don't look back. Nog, take your Moogie to the docking ring.
Nog: Nice speech, Dad.
Rom: I thought so.
Sisko: Computer, what's the status of program Sisko one nine seven?
Computer: All necessary modifications have been completed. Program Sisko one nine seven ready for implementation on your command.
Nog: Ops to Captain Sisko. Sir, we're receiving a message from the Cardassian border. It's General Martok.
Sisko: On screen.
Nog: Aye, sir.
Martok: Captain, we just detected a large force of Dominion ships headed your way. They should be there within the hour.
Worf: Someone is jamming his transmission.
Damar: Contact established.
Dukat: Captain Sisko. I don't suppose you would like to surrender and avoid unnecessary bloodshed.
Sisko: Absolutely not.
Dukat: I was hoping you'd say that.
Sisko: Battle stations.
Sisko: How much longer?
Worf: The Dominion fleet should be in weapons range in twenty minutes.
Sisko: Are all the Bajorans off the station?
Nog: The last transport just left.
Sisko: Let's hope the Dominion honors the non-aggression pact. Cadet, put me through to the Defiant.
Nog: Yes, sir. On screen.
Dax: Benjamin
Dax: I know what you're going to say, but we've got at least another hour of work before we can activate the minefield.
Sisko: You don't have an hour, old man. The Dominion is going to be here in less than twenty minutes. You're going to be a sitting duck.
Dax: Then I hope you can buy us some more time. Dax out. Dax to O'Brien.
O'Brien: I know, I know. Work faster.
Jake: Medical tricorder, hypospray, dermal regenerator and battlefield trauma kit. Medical tricorder, hypospray, dermal regenerator and battlefield trauma kit.
Jake: That's everyone. Now what?
Bashir: Now we wait until the casualties start coming in. Are you sure you're all right?
Jake: I'll be fine. Besides, my father won't let me stay in Ops and I promised the Federation News Service a first-hand account of the battle.
Bashir: You'll get it. Just remember, Bashir is spelled with an I.
Garak: I must say, Constable, I admire your composure. You're an island of tranquility in a sea of chaos.
Odo: What I am is useless. My entire staff has been evacuated to Bajor.
Garak: I'm not feeling too terribly useful myself at this moment, but if it'd make you feel any better, you could always deputize me.
Odo: Ha. I'm sure if the Jem'Hadar board the station, you'll make yourself useful.
Garak: It's ironic. When the Klingons attacked the station, Gul Dukat and I were fighting side by side. At one point he turned his back to me, and I must to admit that, for a moment, he made a very tempting target.
Odo: You'd shoot a man in the back?
Garak: Well, it's the safest way, isn't it? But then I thought, 'oh, no, I can't fight all these Klingons by myself.' So I let him live.
Odo: And now you regret it.
Garak: Ah, my dear Constable, before this day is over everyone on this station is going to regret it.
Quark: Rom, I always said you were an idiot, but I never believed it more than I do at this moment.
Rom: Brother, if you want to insult me, it's going to have to wait till later. I'm busy.
Quark: Busy doing what?
Rom: Preparing perimeter defenses for the attack.
Quark: There are dozens of engineers that could be doing that. Starfleet engineers. Humans. You should be on Bajor with your new wife.
Rom: That's what Leeta said.
Quark: Well, she's right. This is not your fight.
Rom: It's not your fight either, but I don't see you leaving.
Quark: I have to look out for my bar.
Rom: And I have to look out for you.
Quark: Me?
Rom: You're my brother. Whatever happens, we belong together.
Quark: Well, like I said, you're an idiot.
Nog: On screen, Captain.
Sisko: General Martok, take a defensive position near the Defiant. They have to finish deploying those mines no matter the cost.
Martok: And they will. You have my word on it, Captain.
Sisko: Mister Worf, activate the weapons array.
Worf: Aye, sir.
Kira: Captain, as a Major in the Bajoran Militia, I must officially protest Starfleet's refusal to turn over this station to my government.
Sisko: Your protest is duly noted.
Kira: Good. Now that that's over with, Kira Nerys reporting for duty.
Damar: Weapons range in one minute.
Dukat: I've been waiting for this moment for five years.
Damar: First, we reclaim Terok Nor, then on to Bajor.
Weyoun: Let's not get ahead of ourselves, or must I remind you the Dominion just signed a non-aggression pact with Bajor.
Dukat: The Dominion might've. I never did.
Weyoun: The Dominion will honor its treaty. And as a member of the Dominion, you will honor it as well.
Dukat: Where the Dominion leads, I will follow.
Weyoun: I never doubted it.
Dukat: Attack wings one through five head for the Defiant. Remaining ships, target the station.
Damar: We're within weapons range.
Dukat: Well, then by all means, fire.
Sisko: Mister Worf, all weapons fire at will.
Nog: Enemy ships are closing on the Defiant.
Sisko: Mister Worf?
Worf: Got them.
Damar: Sir, the station's shields are holding.
Weyoun: Impossible. Federation shields have always proven useless against our weapons.
Dukat: I've found it wise to never underestimate the Federation's technical skill or Captain Sisko's resourcefulness. Damar, bring us around for another pass.
Dax: Chief? How much longer?
O'Brien: Just another couple of minutes.
O'Brien: Take us to our final set of coordinates.
Dax: Helm, set course
Dax: Chief, I'm going to have to take evasive
Dax: Maneuvers.
O'Brien: If you do, you risk setting off every mine on this ship.
Dax: And if I don't, we may not have a ship left.
Martok: You may continue your work, Commander. I will handle the Jem'Hadar.
Dax: Who says there's never a Klingon around when you need one?
Nog: Shields at thirty-five percent.
Kira: They're preparing for another attack.
Sisko: Mister Worf, make every shot count.
Dukat: Attack wings and batteries, concentrate your fire on section seventeen of the outer docking ring. We have to penetrate their shields.
Nog: We've lost main power to the shields.
Worf: Switching to auxiliary power. But I do not know how long it will hold.
Dax: Defiant to Captain Sisko.
Sisko: Dax, go ahead.
Dax: We've set the last mine.
Sisko: Activate the field and return to the station.
Dax: Yes, sir. Dax out.
Damar: Sir, the minefields
Dukat: I have eyes, Damar.
Weyoun: This isn't turning out quite the way I'd planned.
Dukat: It's a minor setback, Weyoun. Once we take the station, we'll be able to dismantle the minefield without interference.
Weyoun: Let's both hope your confidence is justified.
Dukat: Damar, signal the reserves to prepare for a final assault.
Kira: The Dominion fleet is regrouping. And I'm detecting another wave of enemy ships entering Bajoran space.
Worf: What are your orders, Captain?
Sisko: We've done all we can here. Notify all remaining Starfleet personnel. We're evacuating the station.
Man: Report to the staging area.
Dax: Worf.
Worf: Jadzia. You should be on the Defiant.
Dax: I heard you're not coming with us. That you've been assigned to Martok's ship.
Worf: It might be some time before we see each other again.
Dax: Worf, we might never see each other again.
Worf: This is war. We must put aside our personal feelings and focus on the task at hand.
Dax: I've been through my share of wars. I know what I have to do. But before you leave, I want you to know that the answer is yes.
Worf: Yes? Yes to what?
Dax: Yes, I will marry you. That's what you've wanted from the very beginning, isn't it?
Worf: Yes. Yes it is.
Dax: Then as soon as this is over, we'll get married. And if that doesn't give you a reason to survive, I don't know what will.
Sisko: When I first took command of this post, all I wanted was to be somewhere else, anywhere but here. But now, five years later, this has become my home and you have become my family. And leaving this station, leaving you, is one of the hardest things I've ever
Sisko: Had to do. But this war isn't over yet. I want you to know while we were keeping the Dominion occupied, a Starfleet-Klingon task force crossed the border into Cardassia
Sisko: and destroyed the Dominion shipyards on Torros Three. Your sacrifices, our sacrifices, made that victory possible. But no victory can make this moment any easier for me. And I promise I will not rest until I stand with you again, here, on this place where I belong. Sisko to Defiant.
O'Brien: Standing by, sir.
Sisko: One to beam aboard.
O'Brien: Aye, Captain.
Sisko: Are we ready?
O'Brien: As soon as you give the word, sir.
Sisko: Mister Garak?
Garak: I'd like to come along, if you don't mind. You never know when you might need a good tailor. And the simple fact is, I have nowhere else to go.
Sisko: Welcome aboard.
Dax: Dax to Sisko. The Dominion fleet is coming around for another attack.
Sisko: Release docking clamps. Prepare for departure.
Odo: The Defiant's away.
Kira: Contact the Dominion fleet. Tell them the Bajoran government welcomes them to Deep Space Nine.
Odo: Message acknowledged.
Kira: Good. That's the last message this station will be sending out for a while. Computer, initiate program Sisko one nine seven.
Computer: Program initiated.
Kira: Dukat wanted the station back, he can have it.
Quark: I don't want to see a drop of root beer left in this place. Break out the kanar and find me some yamok sauce.
Rom: Rom, Assistant Manager for Policy and Clientele, reporting for work, brother.
Quark: What, did you think you could just walk back in here and get your old job back?
Rom: Actually, I'm a spy working for Starfleet, but don't tell anyone.
Quark: The Federation's more desperate than I thought. I knew one day you'd come crawling back to me. Now get to work.
Rom: Yes, brother.
Rom: Jake? Aren't you supposed to be on the Defiant?
Jake: I changed my mind. There's a war going on and I'm a reporter. This is where I belong.
Rom: But you're not safe here.
Jake: The Dominion knows I'm the Emissary's son. If they hurt me they risk alienating their new friends, the Bajorans.
Rom: I hope you're right.
Jake: So do I.
Sisko: What the hell is Jake thinking?
O'Brien: Do we go back for him?
Sisko: I can't risk the entire crew for one man, even though he is my son. Whether I like it or not, he is a man, capable of making his own choices. Maintain current course.
Dax: Aye, Captain. We should rendezvous with the Federation task force in forty eight hours.
Bashir: And then what?
Nog: And then we make the Dominion sorry they ever set foot in the Alpha Quadrant.
Sisko: Cadet, you took the words right out of my mouth.
Damar: This is a great victory for Cardassia.
Dukat: And the Dominion.
Weyoun: Over fifty ships lost, our spacedocks on Torros Three destroyed. A victory perhaps, but a costly one.
Dukat: We'll discuss the repercussions later. Right now, I'm going to enjoy this moment.
Kira: Gentlemen. On behalf of the Bajoran government
Quark: And the Promenade Merchants' Association
Kira: I officially welcome you to Deep Space Nine.
Dukat: You mean Terok Nor, don't you?
Weyoun: Founder, we're honored by your decision to remain with us.
Odo: I'm not here as a Founder. I'm the station's Chief of Security.
Weyoun: Whatever you say. Nevertheless, having a god walk amongst us is most gratifying.
Dukat: I agree. You, me, the Major, together again. It should be most interesting. Now if you'll excuse me. I'll be in my office.
Weyoun: It would appear Captain Sisko was most efficient in disabling the station.
Dukat: It can be repaired. And it will be.
Weyoun: But your first priority is to dismantle that minefield. Until we can bring in reinforcements from the Gamma Quadrant, our position here is vulnerable.
Dukat: I'll deal with the minefields.
Weyoun: I assume Captain Sisko removed or destroyed everything of value?
Dukat: Not everything.
Weyoun: What is that?
Dukat: A message from Sisko.
Weyoun: I don't understand.
Dukat: He's letting me know he'll be back.


O'Brien: More Jem'Hadar ships come through the wormhole every week.
Worf: It must stop.
Sisko: It's going to stop.
O'Brien: How do we keep them out?
Sisko: We're going to mine the entrance to the wormhole, prevent the Dominion from bringing any more reinforcements to Cardassia.
Weyoun: Either you remove the mines or we will take this station from you and remove them ourselves.
Sisko: Mister Worf, all weapons fire at will.
Dukat: I've been waiting for this moment for five years.
Nog: We've lost main power to the shields.
Worf: What are your orders, Captain?
Sisko: We've done all we can here. Notify all remaining Starfleet personnel. We're evacuating the station.
Dax: I heard you're not coming with us. That you've been assigned to Martok's ship.
Worf: It might be some time before we see each other again.
Dax: Worf, we might never see each other again.
Kira: Dukat wanted the station back, he can have it. And now, the continuation.
Sisko: Cadet.
Nog: Long range scanners show no sign of Jem'Hadar ships. Looks like they've broken off their pursuit.
O'Brien: I guess they got tired of looking at our backs. Three months of bloody slaughter and what have we got to show for it? Not a damn thing. Engage, retreat, engage, retreat. Just once I would've liked to have gotten a look at their backs.
Sisko: Chief, that's enough.
O'Brien: Sorry, sir. Nothing a little sleep won't cure.
Dax: We could all use some sleep. What has it been, seventy eight hours?
Nog: Shouldn't we have heard something from the Seventh Fleet by now?
Dax: I wouldn't worry just yet. The Tyra system is far enough away that it'll be a day or two before we get any message.
Nog: You think they can stop the Dominion?
O'Brien: Damn right they can. Somebody has to.
Garak: Ah, there you are. I'd just about given up hope, Doctor. I would think that all those lunches we've shared would've entitled me to preferential treatment.
Bashir: Look, I have twelve wounded officers and crewmen out there, all of whom are in a lot worse shape than you, Garak.
Garak: Well, if you're trying to cheer me up, it's working. I feel better already.
Bashir: What happened?
Garak: I was studying some star charts for Captain Sisko during the last assault when I had a sudden and rather violent encounter with a bulkhead.
Bashir: You'll live.
Garak: I wish I shared your confidence. I'm sure my head will heal, but the way this war is going I wouldn't bet on any of us living to a ripe old age.
Bashir: I admit the odds are not good, but they could be worse.
Garak: Let me guess. You've used that genetically enhanced brain of yours to calculate our chances of survival.
Bashir: It really wasn't that difficult. I simply started with a binomial
Garak: I'm really not interested, Doctor. Ever since it's become public knowledge that you're genetically engineered, you've used every opportunity to show off.
Bashir: I have nothing to hide anymore. I might as well use what I have.
Garak: Well, what are our chances? Over fifty percent?
Bashir: Thirty two point seven.
Garak: I'm sorry I asked. You're certain about that figure?
Bashir: Do you want me to take you through the entire set of calculations?
Garak: Not really. Genetically engineered, indeed.
Bashir: Excuse me?
Garak: Well look at you. You act as if you haven't a care in the world. It's exactly that kind of smug, superior attitude that makes people like you so unpopular.
Bashir: Are you trying to insulting me?
Garak: A thirty two point seven percent chance of survival. I call that insulting.
Bashir: Don't take it so personally, Garak. It's strictly a matter of mathematics.
Garak: No, it's strictly a matter of our lives. You're not genetically engineered. You're a Vulcan.
Bashir: If I'm a Vulcan, then how do you explain my boyish smile?
Garak: Not so boyish anymore, Doctor.
Dax: So where do you think Starfleet will be sending us next?
Sisko: I don't know. But if I have anything to say about the matter, we'll be going right back to the front lines.
Martok: Well said, Captain. And my ship will be at your side.
Dax: Worf!
Martok: Tell her.
Dax: Tell me what?
Worf: It can wait.
Martok: No, it cannot. Raktajino. It's been weighing heavily on his mind.
Dax: What is it, Worf? What's wrong?
Worf: It is about our wedding.
Dax: You're getting cold feet?
Worf: You have scheduled the ritual sacrifice of the targ to occur after the wedding feast has been served.
Dax: We haven't seen each other for five weeks and that's the first thing you say to me?
Worf: We agreed it would be a traditional ceremony.
Dax: Okay, have it your way. First we'll shed blood and then we'll feast.
Worf: As it should be.
Martok: He has been unable to talk about anything else for days.
Dax: He's such a worrier.
Sisko: Take my advice, old man. A small wedding is the way to go.
Dax: You get married the way you want, and I'll get married the way I want. I'll see you later, Captain
Sisko: Try not to break any bones.
Martok: Now that that's settled, I'm going to take care of this. Klingons make great warriors but terrible doctors.
Bashir: Captain.
Martok: Just the man I wanted to see.
Bashir: We've been ordered to report to Starbase three seven five for reassignment.
Sisko: Something else, Doctor?
Bashir: I have news of the Seventh Fleet.
Sisko: Go on.
Bashir: Only fourteen ships made it back to our lines.
Martok: Fourteen out of a hundred and twelve.
Bashir: We can't keep taking these kinds of losses, sir, not if we expect to win this
Sisko: Thank you, Doctor. That will be all.
Bashir: I'll take a look at that arm now. Permanent Documentation File, Dukat, SG. Each day brings reports of new victories. The war continues to go well. The enemy is retreating on almost all fronts. It's only a matter of time before the Federation collapses and Earth becomes another conquered planet under Dominion rule. All in all, it's a good time for Cardassia, and the Dominion.
Weyoun: My dear Major Kira, you have no idea how it pleases me to hear you say that. Dukat, the Major has just given me the most wonderful news. Bajorans are returning to the station.
Dukat: I'm well aware of it.
Weyoun: Then I'm sure you share my delight in knowing that life here is returning to normal. The shops are reopening, the Promenade is abuzz with activity once again. The Habitat ring echoes with the laughter of happy children.
Damar: I've doubled security patrols throughout the station.
Weyoun: Are such precautions really necessary?
Dukat: I've found that one can't be too careful when dealing with the Bajorans.
Kira: What's wrong, Dukat? Afraid we'll take the station away from you again?
Damar: You're welcome to try.
Weyoun: Come now, come now, there's no need for this petty bickering. We're all friends here.
Kira: Are we.
Weyoun: Of course we are. And if you have any suggestions, Major, feel free to bring them to me at any time.
Kira: Fine. We'd like the station's Bajoran security force reinstated.
Damar: I suppose you want us to give them back their weapons as well.
Kira: That's right.
Dukat: The station no longer requires a Bajoran security force. Our troops can handle any problems that might arise.
Kira: The Federation and Bajor always shared equal responsibility for station security. I thought you said that we would have the same arrangement with the Dominion. After all, we are all friends here, aren't we?
Weyoun: Perhaps you should reconsider your decision.
Dukat: The order stands. You may trust the Bajorans, but I don't. And until they earn my trust, I prefer to keep them unarmed. And if you were in my position, Major, you would do exactly the same thing.
Weyoun: Perhaps it would be best to let the matter rest for a while. I'm sure in time, We'll be able to resolve all these minor problems to our mutual satisfaction.
Kira: I'll remember you said that.
Weyoun: I'm sure you will. One last thing. Odo.
Kira: What about him?
Weyoun: Is he aware that I'm doing everything I can to strengthen the bond between the Dominion and the Bajoran people?
Kira: Why don't you ask him yourself?
Weyoun: No, no, I wouldn't want to bother him. Good day, Major.
Dukat: She's a fascinating woman, isn't she?
Weyoun: I wouldn't know. But I do know we need her as an ally.
Damar: The Bajorans will never be our allies.
Weyoun: Out. Don't look at him. I'm telling you to leave. Now!
Dukat: I find him useful.
Weyoun: In the future, it might be prudent for you to include me in all decisions relating to station policy. Now, what about the wormhole? You assured me that you would be able to dismantle the minefield within a month. That was two months ago.
Dukat: Well, I admit the work is proceeding more slowly than expected, but as you know, these are not ordinary mines. Every time we deactivate or destroy one of them, its neighbor replicates a new one.
Weyoun: We have to take down that minefield and reopen the wormhole.
Dukat: And we will. But there's no need for panic. We are winning the war.
Weyoun: For the moment, yes. But to defeat the Federation, we're going to need reinforcements and new supplies of ketracel-white. Soon.
Dukat: Weyoun, I said I will deal with the minefield, and I will.
Quark: Good evening, gentlemen. Once again I see you're at your usual table. It's amazing how many of my customers think of Quark's as their second home. I only wish I had a holo-imager so I could preserve this warm and wonderful moment of camaraderie. Something you could hang on the wall of your barracks. Have you tried the dabo tables? I'm sure one of my lovely hostesses would be happy to teach you the game. I know. A complimentary hour in one of our state-of-the-art holosuites? Whatever your desires, I'm sure we can satisfy them. Perhaps another time. Enjoy the evening.
Quark: Tough crowd.
Kira: I'm telling you, Odo, Dukat has only one thing on his mind, and that's revenge. He can't stand the thought that Bajor defeated Cardassia.
Odo: You think he wants to reopen the labor camps?
Kira: Eventually.
Odo: Well then, I suppose we should be grateful that he has Weyoun looking over his shoulder.
Kira: Maybe. Weyoun's a hard one to figure out. I don't really trust him but I trust him more than Dukat.
Odo: Weyoun knows that it's in the Dominion's best interest to honor its treaty with Bajor. They want to prove to the rest of the Alpha Quadrant that they're true to their word.
Kira: Weyoun asked me about you. He seemed very concerned about what you thought of him.
Odo: I try not to think of him.
Kira: He'd be hurt to hear you said that. I'll have to mention it to him.
Odo: I'm glad you can still smile.
Kira: Only when I'm with you.
Odo: That's kind of you to say.
Kira: No, it's true. When I talk to you, things don't seem as bad. When I think of Dukat in the Captain's office, or the fact that the Federation seems to be losing this war and we're here doing nothing.
Odo: I share your frustration, Major, but right now there's really nothing we can do but bide our time. It's like Captain Sisko said. Bajor must be kept out of the fighting.
Kira: And who am I to argue with the Emissary.
Quark: Thanks for waiting. Things have been a little busier than expected. This one's on the house.
Kira: What do you want, Quark?
Quark: The usual. Peace, love and understanding. Not to mention a generous profit margin, which I'm happy to say is looking more and more likely. You know, I never expected to say this, but as occupations go, this one's not so bad.
Kira: No, I suppose that's true if all you're worried about is a monthly balance sheet.
Quark: I'm not just concerned with profit, Major. Look around. Do you see any ghetto fences dividing the Promenade? Or exhausted Bajoran slave laborers sprawled on the ground after a grueling day in the Ore Processing Center? Do you hear the cries of starving children? I don't. Now don't get me wrong, I miss the Federation too. All I'm saying is, things could be a lot worse.
Odo: I hate to say this, but he's right. The Dominion seems determined to prove that it can be a friend to Bajor.
Kira: If it's such a good friend, why are no Bajoran security officers on the station?
Ross: I'm glad to see you made it back in one piece, Ben.
Sisko: I was lucky. We lost a lot of good people.
Ross: Yes, we did. And we're going to lose a lot more before this is over. I hope you'll find this office satisfactory.
Sisko: Office? I wasn't aware I'd be needing an office. I thought I was here for an assignment briefing.
Ross: I'm afraid you're going to be here longer than you think, Captain. As of right now, you're no longer in command of the Defiant.
Dax: Relieved of command? Why?
Sisko: Admiral Ross didn't say. He did say we'll be getting our new assignment at sixteen hundred hours.
Dax: Well at least the crew's staying together. We are staying together, aren't we?
Sisko: You can count on it.
Dax: So what do you plan on doing the next couple of hours?
Sisko: I hadn't given it much thought.
Dax: Maybe now would be a good time to contact your father.
Sisko: Maybe.
Dax: Benjamin, you haven't spoken to him for months. And Jake is his grandson.
Sisko: How do I explain that I evacuated every Federation citizen off Deep Space Nine except his grandson.
Dax: You'll think of something. You always do.
Joseph: You did what?
Sisko: Dad, it's not quite as bad as it sounds.
Joseph: You mean you didn't leave my grandson at the mercy of a vicious, bloodthirsty enemy?
Sisko: Well, no, I did.
Joseph: Then it's certainly just as bad as it sounds.
Sisko: Dad, it was not my decision. It was Jake's choice to stay behind.
Joseph: Oh, so now you're going to blame this on Jake.
Sisko: I'm not blaming Jake. But he's not a child anymore. He's responsible for his own actions.
Joseph: I don't care who's responsible. It's wrong and I want him back.
Sisko: And so do I.
Joseph: You think he's all right?
Sisko: I hope so. I'll bring him back, Dad. I promise.
Joseph: When?
Sisko: That I don't know. It might be a while. I'm about to be given new orders, and I don't know where they're going to send me.
Joseph: Tell them you want to go get your son.
Sisko: It's wartime. It's not up to me. I go where I'm sent. How's the restaurant doing?
Joseph: All right. It's been three weeks since I've poisoned anyone. Are things really as bad as the news service claims?
Sisko: Maybe worse.
Joseph: Well you certainly know how to comfort a frightened old man.
Sisko: You didn't raise me to be a liar.
Joseph: I raised you to be a chef, for all the good it did me. You know, there's something I just don't understand. You're always telling me that space is big, that it's an endless frontier filled with infinite wonders.
Sisko: It's true.
Joseph: Well if that's the case, you would think it would be more than enough room to allow people to leave each other alone.
Sisko: It just doesn't work that way. It should, but it doesn't.
Joseph: I'd better be going. The lunch crowd's coming in. You watch yourself, Ben. And bring me back my grandson.
Sisko: I will.
Joseph: I love you.
Sisko: I love you too.
Weyoun: Hello.
Jake: Excuse me, Mister Weyoun.
Weyoun: Oh, please. I prefer just Weyoun.
Jake: That's the kind of detail people like to know. Would this be a good time?
Weyoun: For what?
Jake: For the interview we talked about. You know, for the Federation News Service.
Weyoun: Oh, I'm afraid that will be quite impossible.
Jake: Why?
Weyoun: Because I've read your previous articles and they left me with one inescapable conclusion. You are biased against the Dominion.
Jake: What gave you that idea?
Weyoun: You keep referring to us as the station's, quote, occupying force, unquote.
Jake: What's wrong with that?
Weyoun: It has a negative connotation. All your articles are filled with pejorative terminology, which is why I've been forced to withhold their transmission.
Jake: Are you telling me that no one in the Federation read my reports?
Weyoun: If I don't send them, they don't read them.
Jake: What about freedom of the press?
Weyoun: Please tell me you're not that naive.
Jake: The only reason I stayed here was to report on the occupation.
Weyoun: You see, there you go again. This is not an occupation. This is a Cardassian station, Jake, and I'm sure you're aware that there are no Dominion troops on Bajor. And why should there be? We have a treaty with them. They're our friends.
Jake: All right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.
Weyoun: If you want me to send your articles to the Federation, you're going to have to provide a more balanced perspective.
Jake: I won't write Dominion propaganda.
Weyoun: I would never dream of asking you to. All I want is for you to keep an open mind.
Jake: All right, my mind is open. Now can we do the interview?
Weyoun: All in good time. You keep writing, I'll keep reading. Let's leave it at that for now. Good day, Jake.
Ross: Starfleet Intelligence has diskovered what we believe to be their main storage facility for ketracel-white in the Alpha Quadrant. Right here.
Ross: Deep in Cardassian space. We need to destroy it.
Bashir: Without the White to sustain them, the Jem'Hadar won't be able to function.
Ross: Without the White, the Jem'Hadar will die.
Dax: I won't shed any tears, not if it helps end this war.
Ross: It may be our only way we can end this war, short of surrendering.
Bashir: How do you expect us to infiltrate Cardassian territory without the Defiant and its cloaking abilities?
Sisko: I was wondering the same thing.
Ross: You won't need a cloaking device. We have something even better.
Dax: It's a Jem'Hadar attack ship.
Ross: It's the one you captured last year, Captain. Now you get a chance to see what it can do.
Bashir: Do you even know how to fly that thing?
Sisko: Not yet. But I intend to learn.
Dax: Guidance matrix, check. Aft parabolic thrusters, check. Sensor feed, check. Chief.
O'Brien: Reactor core, check. Induction stabilizers, check. Phaser coils, check.
Dax: Nog.
Nog: Resonance emitters, check. Subspace field grid, check. Signal subprocessors, check. I think.
O'Brien: You think? We've been training on this ship for two weeks now.
Nog: I would like to put a Jem'Hadar soldier on the Defiant and see how well he does after two weeks. These controls are very different. They take time to get used to.
O'Brien: We don't have any more time. We're about to take this ship into enemy territory. We don't want any slipups.
Nog: I don't intend to make any, Chief.
O'Brien: Good.
Nog: I still don't see why we couldn't installl a few chairs on the bridge.
O'Brien: Because this ship wasn't designed for chairs.
Nog: Well, my feet aren't designed to stand for long periods of time. They get tired.
O'Brien: Maybe we should leave you behind.
Nog: My feet might like that, but I wouldn't.
O'Brien: It's not your feet that you need to worry about, it's your stomach. Have you noticed? There isn't a single food replicator anywhere on this ship.
Nog: That shouldn't be a problem. Captain Sisko says there'll be plenty of field rations.
O'Brien: Try eating nothing but field rations for three weeks and then tell me it isn't a problem.
Dax: You want to know what is a problem? No viewscreen. Who builds a bridge without a window?
Bashir: The same people who build a ship without an Infirmary. Here's a list of all the medical supplies I brought on board. They're in my quarters, for want of a better place.
Dax: Don't worry, we'll try not to have any medical emergencies while you're sleeping.
Bashir: I'm so glad that you find the lack of proper medical facilities amusing. But if trouble breaks out, it's not a viewscreen or a chair or even a sandwich you'll be wanting. It's a bio-bed with a surgical tissue regenerator.
Dax: Maybe. But right now I would settle for a viewscreen.
Nog: Or a chair.
O'Brien: Or a sandwich.
Sisko: All right, people. Prepare for departure.
Dax: All systems ready, sir.
Bashir: Garak, come to see us off?
Garak: Not quite.
Sisko: I invited Mister Garak to join us. Considering we're heading into Cardassian territory, I thought he might prove useful.
Garak: Well, it's been known to happen.
O'Brien: Pull up a chair.
Nog: We're cleared for departure, sir.
Sisko: Take us out, old man.
Dax: Aye, Captain. Aft thrusters at one half.
Sisko: Bring us about.
Dax: Just wanted to make sure everyone was awake.
Sisko: We are now. Just take it nice and easy, all right?
Dax: I can try.
Sisko: Set a course for the Cardassian border, heading zero five four mark zero nine three. Warp six.
Dax: Yes, sir.
Dukat: Come in.
Kira: You wanted to see me?
Dukat: I always want to see you, Major. And therein lies the problem. It's been three months since my return to this station and you and I have barely spent any time with one another. Oh, I know you can point out the various meetings we've attended together, but they never seem to offer us the opportunity to venture beyond station business.
Kira: I don't have time for this.
Dukat: Major! I haven't dismissed you yet.
Kira: What do you want from me, Dukat?
Dukat: Come now, Major. Have the last three months been that bad?
Kira: Is that what you want? Is that why I'm here? To flatter you? To tell you know what a good job you've doing and how happy we all are to have you back?
Dukat: Sarcasm doesn't become you, Major. It's your directness that I've always found most appealing.
Kira: Dukat, I've got better things to do than to stand here and help you play out one of your little fantasies.
Dukat: You feel I've betrayed you.
Kira: Not just me, everyone. Even your own people.
Dukat: Cardassia was on the edge of an abyss, Major. The war with the Klingons left us into a third-rate power. My people had lost their way. I've made them strong again.
Kira: At what price? You sold Cardassia to the Dominion.
Dukat: Yes, a high price, to be sure. But look what we're getting in return. The Alpha Quadrant itself.
Kira: We'll see about that.
Dukat: Yes, we will. Oh, I could make things very pleasant for you here, Kira.
Kira: You could start by doing something about your breath.
Dukat: I'm a patient man. I can wait.
Kira: Wait for what? What do you think is going to happen here, Dukat? That you're going to wear me down with your charming personality? That I'm going to be swept off my feet by that insincere smile? Are you really so deluded that you actually believe that we're going to have some kind of intimate relationship?
Dukat: Oh, we already do. Good day, Major. I have work to do.
Bashir: There. I wish I had had more time to study the side effects of wearing that headset.
Sisko: At least we know one side effect. Headaches.
Bashir: Well, the headsets were designed to be worn by the Vorta and the Jem'Hadar, not humans.
Garak: Captain, may I make a suggestion?
Sisko: Only if you talk softly.
Garak: We saw Dukat wearing one of these headsets during the attack on Deep Space Nine. Perhaps Cardassian physiology is more compatible.
Sisko: Are you volunteering?
Garak: I suppose I am. This ship is equipped with two of them. If I wore one, then you wouldn't have to. At least, not all the time.
Bashir: I agree with Garak, Captain. The less you wear it, the better.
Sisko: Garak.
Garak: It's like having a viewscreen inside your brain.
Nog: Sir, there's a Federation ship off our starboard bow, bearing one five seven mark zero nine five. It's the USS Centaur.
Sisko: That's Charlie Reynolds' ship.
Garak: I see it.
Sisko: Cadet, open a channel to the Centaur.
Nog: I can't. Our comm. system's down.
Garak: Perhaps we should consider returning fire.
Bashir: We can't do that. They're Starfleet.
Garak: Well, you tell them, not us.
O'Brien: We better do something.
Sisko: Dax, get us across the border, maximum warp. I hope Charlie Reynolds knows better than to follow us into Dominion territory.
Sisko: How long before we cross the border?
Dax: We just did.
Nog: The Centaur's still with us.
Sisko: Charlie never did know when to quit.
O'Brien: I hope he knows what he's doing.
Garak: The question is, do we know what we're doing?
Dax: Captain, that last hit damaged one of our guidance thrusters.
Sisko: Drop us out of warp. Come about. Prepare to return fire.
O'Brien: Yes, sir.
Dax: The Centaur has followed us out of warp.
Sisko: Target their weapons array. Avoid their engines. I don't want to leave Charlie out here stranded on the wrong side of the border.
Dax: We're coming about for another pass.
Sisko: Charlie likes to swing for the fences so stay in tight. Attack pattern Omega.
Dax: The Centaur is going to warp. It's heading back to Federation space.
Nog: Yes!
Garak: Nice work, Chief.
O'Brien: I didn't know I'd scored a direct hit.
Dax: Maybe you didn't. I'm picking up three Jem'Hadar ships headed this way.
Sisko: He must have seen them.
Nog: They went right by us.
Dax: Without even bothering to say hello.
O'Brien: They're too busy chasing the Centaur.
Bashir: You think Reynolds will outrun them?
Sisko: Charlie's been in tight spots before. He'll make it.
Dax: I wish we could help.
Sisko: We can't. Chief, get our comm. system back online. Return to course. Warp seven.
Dax: Yes, sir.
Kira: You should have seen the arrogant, smug look on his face. He was in control and there was nothing that I could do about it. The war isn't over yet, but as far as Dukat is concerned, he's already won. I'd love to show him he's wrong.
Odo: For the moment at least, I'm afraid he has won. Look at me. I don't know why I bother to sit here every day. I don't even have a security force to patrol the Promenade.
Kira: Then ask for one. Demand that they reinstate your Bajoran deputies.
Odo: Dukat will never agree to that.
Kira: Forget about Dukat. Go to Weyoun. He'll listen to you. As far as he's concerned you're a god, and that gives you power. But what good is power if you're not willing to use it?
Jem'Hadar: We pledge our loyalty to the Founders from now until death.
Weyoun: Then receive this reward from the Founders. May it keep you strong.
Dukat: You enjoy that, don't you? That constant reminder that you're their master.
Weyoun: The Founders are the masters. I am merely their servant, as are the Jem'Hadar. And you.
Dukat: That may be. But even amongst servants, someone has to be in charge.
Weyoun: That is exactly the kind of observation I've come to expect from you, Dukat. Interesting, yet somewhat petty.
Damar: Forgive the interruption, but he insisted on seeing you immediately.
Weyoun: Founder, I'm honored by your visit. Is there someway I can be of service?
Odo: I want my Bajoran security officers reinstated.
Weyoun: Consider it done.
Odo: From now on, they'll be responsible for security on the Promenade.
Weyoun: I don't see any problem with that.
Dukat: I do.
Weyoun: This is between me and Odo. I'll thank you to keep out of it.
Odo: I'll have my officers report to the armory within the hour.
Weyoun: Now that I've done something for you, perhaps there's something you'd consent to do for me.
Kira: A member of the station's Ruling Council. You?
Odo: Along with Weyoun and Dukat. Now I'll have a voice in station policy.
Kira: You're sure this is a good idea?
Odo: Dukat thought it was a terrible idea. You should have seen his face when Weyoun offered me the position.
Kira: Don't you see that Weyoun's using you? Your presence on the Council validates the Dominion control of the station.
Odo: I thought we were using him. I know the danger, Major. I've had to walk this line before during the Cardassian occupation. I can do it again, but this time I won't be alone. I'll have you to help me.
Kira: That's right, you will.
Odo: Then this is a victory after all.
Kira: I suppose it is. But for some reason, it just doesn't feel like one.
Garak: The ship ahead just transmitted a message to the asteroid storage facility. They're requesting to be resupplied with ketracel-white.
Dax: Looks like we've come to the right place.
Garak: The ship beamed down a hundred and ten empty canisters. Mow the storage facility is beaming up a hundred and ten full ones.
Sisko: Everything ready, Chief?
O'Brien: I've got eighty three empty canisters standing by, and one not so empty.
O'Brien: Ninety isotons of enriched ultritium should take out the entire storage facility and everything else within eight hundred kilometers.
Sisko: Which means we have to be nine hundred kilometers away before the bomb goes off.
Garak: The other ship is leaving orbit.
Sisko: Dax?
Dax: The entire exchange took ninety two point three seconds.
Garak: I've asked for eighty four canisters of ketracel-white. Excellent. They're acknowledging my request.
Sisko: Chief, set the detonator for three minutes.
O'Brien: Detonator set.
Bashir: Three minutes? If it takes us ninety two point three seconds to make the exchange that doesn't give us much time, sir.
Sisko: That doesn't give the Jem'Hadar much time to detect the explosive either. Commander, beam down the canisters.
Dax: Canisters away.
Nog: I hope whoever's in charge down there hasn't taken a lunch break.
Bashir: The Jem'Hadar don't eat, Nog.
Nog: That's good. How do we know they're Jem'Hadar?
Dax: Relax, Cadet, everything's on schedule. They've just beamed eighty four canisters of White into our cargo hold.
Garak: I've acknowledged receipt and requested clearance for departure.
Sisko: Good. Prepare to go to warp.
Dax: Standing by.
Garak: Captain, I think we have a problem. They've just raised the security net.
Sisko: Repeat our request for clearance.
Garak: They're not responding.
Bashir: If they don't drop the net before the bomb goes off, we don't stand a chance.
Dax: One minute and thirty seconds to detonation.
Nog: Do you think they found the bomb?
O'Brien: I doubt it. Not this fast.
Bashir: Then why aren't they letting us go?
Sisko: That's a good question.
Garak: Captain, they're responding. They're ordering us to stand by.
Sisko: For what?
Garak: They're not saying.
Dax: One minute fifteen seconds.
Sisko: Chief, can we punch a hole in the security net?
O'Brien: Sure. It'll take a couple of minutes.
Sisko: We don't have a couple of minutes. What if we disable the net's power generator?
Nog: The explosion will do that.
Garak: Well that won't do us much good.
Dax: One minute.
Sisko: Maybe it will. When the generator's destroyed, the net'll come down. All we have to do is to time it so that we're moving fast enough at the moment of detonation to avoid getting caught in the explosion.
Dax: But not so fast that we smash into the net before it's deactivated.
O'Brien: It's tricky.
Sisko: Not if we time it right.
Dax: Let's see. A radial geodesic in a thirty nine Cochrane warp field contracts normal space at a rate of
Bashir: We have to go to full impulse one point three seconds before the bomb detonates.
Sisko: Dax?
Dax: The computer agrees with Julian.
Garak: Of course it does. They think alike.
Dax: Turning over piloting controls to the main computer. Set.
Sisko: Time?
Dax: Twenty two seconds until the explosion.
Nog: Twenty-two seconds. That's plenty of time.
O'Brien: See, Cadet? There was nothing to worry about.
O'Brien: It must've gone off early.
Sisko: Dax, get us out of here!
Garak: Well, not quite according to plan, but I'm sure Starfleet will be quite satisfied with the results.
Sisko: I agree, Mister Garak. Well done, old man. How bad is it, Chief?
O'Brien: It doesn't look good. I'm going to have to switch to auxiliary life support. Deflectors are down, guidance system's shot, and
Sisko: And what?
O'Brien: The core matrix is fried. We don't have warp drive.
Garak: Forgive my ignorance, but if we don't have warp drive, how long is it going to take us to reach the closest Federation starbase?
Sisko: A long time, Mister Garak.
Garak: How long?
Bashir: Seventeen years, two months, and three days. Give or take an hour.


Sisko: Sisko to Dax.
Dax: Yes, Captain.
Sisko: We arrive at Starbase three seven five in five minutes.
Dax: I'll meet you in the transporter room. Dax out. Oh, now that's what I call really bad timing. I have to go.
Worf: Jadzia, there is just one more thing
Dax: As long as it's not about the wedding.
Worf: When we exchange vows, you must remember to present your d'k tahg to General Martok as a formal request for him to accept you into our House.
Dax: But I don't want to join his House.
Worf: What?
Dax: I don't want to get caught up in all those blood feuds. Every time a member of the House of Martok gets dishonored or killed, I'll have to drop whatever I'm doing and rush off on some quest for vengeance. It's boring, Worf.
Worf: If you refuse, it will be a grave dishonor. General Martok will not understand.
Dax: Worf, I'm joking.
Worf: So you will join our House?
Dax: Of course I will.
Worf: I can see our lives together will not be easy.
Dax: True. But they'll be fun.
Martok: This is General Martok of the IKS. Rotarran, requesting permission to dock.
Starfleet: General, you're cleared for docking at bay eleven.
Bashir: Thank God.
O'Brien: I never thought I'd miss Starfleet field rations. Give me some freeze-dried peaches, or some powdered carrots, anything so long as it isn't moving.
Bashir: It's not the food, it's the singing.
O'Brien: Till all hours of the night.
Bashir: If I'd have to listen to another ballad about the honored dead, I'll go stark raving mad.
Starfleet: Captain Sisko, Admiral Ross extends his compliments for a job well done and requests that you and your senior staff beam to his conference room for debriefing immediately.
Sisko: Tell the Admiral we're on our way.
Starfleet: Starbase out.
Sisko: Once again, thank you for rescuing us, General.
Martok: Try not to get too comfortable lounging around the starbase. We need you back in the fight.
Sisko: Are you a betting man, General?
Martok: One of my many pleasures.
Sisko: Then a barrel of bloodwine says that I set foot on Deep Space Nine before you do.
Martok: Done.
Worf: General, I've just received word the reinforcements from the Vor'nak are here.
Martok: Good. Look at this. Barely moving. I'd give my good eye for a plate of fresh gagh. How many replacements?
Worf: Five.
Martok: Five? I requested fifteen.
Worf: General Tanas could only give us five.
Martok: We keep falling back. The Dominion keeps pushing forward. I tell you, Worf, war is much more fun when you're winning. Defeats make my wounds ache. Ah, the replacements.
Martok: I am General Martok. Welcome to the Rotarran. May you prove worthy of this ship and bring honor to her name. This is a glorious moment in the history of the Empire, a chapter that will be written with your blood. Fight well, and our people will sing your praises for a thousand years. Fail, and there will be no more songs, no more honor, no more Empire. Who among you hears the cry of the warrior calling you to glory?
All: Qapla'!
Worf: Who offers their life for the Empire?
N'Garen: N'Garen, daughter of Tse'Dek!
Katogh: Katogh, son of Ch'Pok!
Koth: Koth, son of Larna!
Doran: Doran, daughter of W'Mar!
Alexander: Alexander Rozhenko.
Worf: Alexander.
Martok: Rozhenko? Of what house is Rozhenko?
Alexander: Of no House, sir. My honor will be my own.
Martok: Well, there will be plenty of honor for the taking on this ship. Enough for all of you. I accept your lives into my hands. Glory to you and to the Empire!
Worf: Yih-Ghom-HAH!
Martok: This Alexander Rozhenko, you know him?
Worf: He is my son.
Kira: The next thing we need is a secure way to communicate with our contacts on Bajor.
Odo: The Cardassians are extremely adept at locating the source of any illicit subspace transmission.
Kira: Well, we'll just have to be smarter than they are.
Jake: Hi. Mind if I join you?
Odo: You already have.
Jake: I want in.
Odo: In on what?
Jake: Your resistance cell.
Kira: What cell?
Jake: Come on, Major. I have my sources.
Odo: How reassuring.
Jake: I can help.
Odo: How?
Jake: As a reporter, I hear things. People talk to me.
Kira: About what?
Jake: Major, all I'm asking for is a chance.
Quark: It's time, Major.
Kira: Already?
Quark: Fourteen fifty seven hours. The shuttle will be docking in three minutes.
Kira: I better get going. Don't want to keep him waiting.
Jake: I see Gul Dukat's still having you meet him every time he returns to the station. Like I said, I hear things.
Quark: Shouldn't you be wearing your dress uniform? You look lovely just the way you are.
Jake: So, am I in or not?
Quark: You don't want to get involved in this, but if you are looking for something to do, I could use another waiter.
Dukat: Ah, Major Kira. So good to see you again.
Damar: You're out of uniform, Major. Bajorans could use a lesson in respect.
Dukat: Damar, please. This is a happy occasion. Let's not spoil it. I have a surprise for you.
Ziyal: Nerys! KIRA Ziyal!
Ziyal: I am so glad to see you.
Kira: What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on Bajor.
Dukat: I talked her into taking a little sabbatical from the university.
Kira: Talked her into it?
Ziyal: It didn't take much convincing. Why don't you and I have dinner tonight, and I'll tell you all about it.
Kira: All right.
Dukat: Splendid! We'll dine in my quarters at twenty two hundred hours.
Kira: Wait a minute, I didn't
Ziyal: I can't tell you how much I've missed you.
Dukat: Come along, Ziyal.
Ziyal: I'll see you tonight.
Kira: All right.
Worf: You sent for me, General.
Martok: Orders at last. We are to escort a convoy to Donatu Five.
Worf: The last three convoys that were sent there were destroyed by the Jem'Hadar.
Martok: Which is why this one must get through.
Worf: How many ships will form the escort?
Martok: The Rotarran is all the High Council can spare. A vital mission, impossible odds and a ruthless enemy. What more could we ask for? I tell you Worf, I feel young again. Here is the briefing. Start battle drills immediately. Train them hard.
Worf: By the time we join the convoy, they will have the reflexes of a Norpin falcon.
Martok: I expect nothing less. Worf, one moment.
Martok: We have shed blood together, escaped from a Jem'Hadar prison together. You have pledged yourself and your life to my House. Yet in all this time, you have never once mentioned that you had a son.
Worf: It is a difficult subject to discuss.
Martok: That much is obvious.
Worf: Alexander and I were never close. His mother was only half-Klingon and was disdainful of our ways.
Martok: I see. So you allowed her to raise the boy.
Worf: No, General. She was killed when he was very young. He spent a short time with me aboard the Enterprise, but after that I sent him to live with my foster parents on Earth.
Martok: Why?
Worf: He showed no interest in becoming a warrior. It was difficult, but I learned to accept it and, in time, encouraged him to follow his own path.
Martok: Then why has he joined the Klingon Defense Forces?
Worf: I do not know. I have not spoken with him.
Martok: This is not good, my friend. When a father and son do not speak, it means there's trouble between them.
Worf: General, I prefer to handle this my own way.
Martok: Then do so.
Worf: Enter.
Alexander: Bekk Alexander Rozhenko reporting as ordered, sir.
Worf: You have grown.
Alexander: So I've been told.
Worf: How are your grandparents?
Alexander: Your parents were in good health when I last saw them.
Worf: Do they know you are here?
Alexander: They weren't pleased about my decision, but when they realized I was determined to enlist they supported me as they always have.
Worf: I know we have not seen each other for some time, but let us talk as father and son.
Alexander: I am not here to call you father. I am here to serve the Empire.
Worf: Serving the Empire was not one of your priorities when last we spoke.
Alexander: As you say, that was some time ago.
Worf: Did you think enlisting would please me?
Alexander: Pleasing you did not enter into my decision. With all due respect, sir , does this conversation have any bearing on my duties aboard this ship?
Worf: Stop pretending to be a warrior. We both know you do not belong here. You heard what I expect from the rest of the crew. Twice that I expect from you. Do we understand each other?
Alexander: Perfectly.
Worf: You may go.
Ziyal: Come in. Nerys, you're early. I've just started the ramufta.
Kira: Ziyal, I'm not having dinner with you tonight.
Ziyal: Oh. It's because of my father, isn't it?
Kira: That's right.
Ziyal: I thought you might change your mind. I was hoping I was wrong.
Kira: Ziyal, what are you doing back on the station?
Ziyal: Please don't be upset with me. I know how hard you worked to arrange things for me on Bajor. I tried, I really tried.
Kira: I'm not upset with you. I'm a little confused. What happened?
Ziyal: It wasn't any one thing. The students at the university, everybody was polite. But then I'd see them whispering in the hallways, staring at me. I'm the daughter of Gul Dukat. My father is leading a war against the Emissary of the Prophets. I don't know what made me think I belonged there. This station is the closest thing I have to a home. You're here. My father is here.
Kira: But the last time you defied him, he left you here to die.
Ziyal: We talked about that. He admits he overreacted, but family loyalty is important to my father and he felt I betrayed him.
Kira: You betrayed him? I think it's the other way around.
Ziyal: He misses me, and I've missed him. I have to give him a chance. He's all I have except for you. I was hoping you would have dinner with us tonight because there's something special I wanted to share with both of you. But I guess that's impossible.
Kira: All right, I'll be here. But I won't guarantee it's going to be any fun.
Ziyal: I promise my father will behave.
Alexander: Is this seat taken?
Ch'Targh: Alexander Rozhenko. We were holding it just for you.
Alexander: I am honored.
Ch'Targh: The honor is ours. Please. Bregit lung. An excellent choice. Would you care for some grapok sauce?
Alexander: No, thank you.
Ch'Targh: Oh, you must try some. It brings out the flavor.
Alexander: That's enough, thank you.
Ch'Targh: Some bloodwine to wash it down?
Alexander: Why are you laughing?
Ch'Targh: Or perhaps the son of our illustrious First Officer would prefer an Earth beverage. A glass of root beer with a lump of ice cream?
Alexander: Are you mocking me?
Ch'Targh: Now why would I mock you, son of Worf?
Alexander: I am called Rozhenko.
Ch'Targh: I will call you whatever I please and you will learn to like it.
Ch'Targh: Does the son of Starfleet's finest think he is too good to eat with us?
Alexander: No. Have some lung.
Ch'Targh: I do not like your smile. Perhaps I will cut you a new one.
Ch'Targh: He fights like a Ferengi.
Ch'Targh: Shakk-TAH!
Ch'Targh: Your combat training has been sadly neglected, little one. I will teach you a new lesson. One you will not soon forget.
Worf: Enough.
Alexander: You have no right to interfere!
Worf: You will both report to the medical ward immediately. And when they have finished with you, you will remain in quarters until your next watch. The rest of you, back to your stations. Now!
Ch'Targh: Are you going to fight the Jem'Hadar for him as well?
Ziyal: Vedek Nane taught me to focus intently on the image that I want to evoke, to allow it to fully form in my mind before I even pick up the brush. Well, what do you think?
Kira: They're very good.
Ziyal: You think so?
Kira: They remind me of Vedek Topek's early work.
Dukat: How ironic. I was about to say that they're similar in style to Nanpart Malor, the founder of the Valonnan school on Cardassia.
Ziyal: The director of the Cardassian Institute of Art said the same thing.
Dukat: You spoke with the director?
Ziyal: I sent him some of my drawings.
Dukat: You should have told me, Ziyal. I could have arranged for you to meet him in person.
Ziyal: I know. I wanted to do this on my own. He said I have a real gift. The Institute is having an exhibition of new artists next month. He might want to include my work.
Dukat: Wonderful!
Ziyal: It's a chance to show that both Bajorans and Cardassians look at the universe the same way. That's what I want to do with my work, bring people together. I guess it sounds a little silly.
Dukat: On the contrary, my dear. You're quite eloquent.
Ziyal: Are you ready for dessert?
Dukat: Yes.
Kira: I'm not going anywhere.
Ziyal: Good.
Kira: I don't believe the change. I have never seen her so
Dukat: Happy? Neither have I, Major.
Kira: She's finally found something, a talent, a direction.
Dukat: I'm reluctant to admit it but you were right to send her to Bajor.
Kira: I'm glad it worked out.
Dukat: We seldom see eye to eye, Major, but I know you care about my daughter, and for that, I'm grateful.
Martok: There's only one thing I hate about convoy duty. It's the waiting. You'd think after all these years I'd be used to it. But nothing breaks the tension better than a tankard of warnog. Except maybe a good brawl.
Worf: You heard about the fight in the mess hall.
Martok: Yes, but not from my First Officer. I lost him the moment his son stepped aboard this ship.
Worf: You think I acted improperly.
Martok: It is not an easy thing to stand aside and watch someone injure your son.
Worf: Alexander was no match for Ch'Targh. He would have killed the boy.
Martok: Ch'Targh might have cut him a little and maybe broken a few bones, but nothing more. You told me Alexander never wanted to be a warrior. Clearly he has changed his mind. Worf, you are his First Officer. Teach him to survive. The Jem'Hadar will be less forgiving than Ch'Targh.
Comm: Battle stations. Alert status one. Captain to the bridge.
Martok: Report.
Alexander: Jem'Hadar attack ship bearing one seven zero mark zero four five. Estimated weapons range in twenty two seconds.
Martok: On screen. Where is it?
N'Garen: I have no target on my sensors. Switching to manual.
Worf: Reroute primary sensors to weapons control.
Alexander: Aye, sir. The Jem'Hadar has launched two torpedoes.
Worf: At us or the convoy?
Alexander: At us. Impact in ten seconds.
Martok: Drop cloak, raise shields. Evasive action.
Alexander: Torpedoes still locked onto us. They will hit in four seconds. Three.
Martok: Brace for impact.
Alexander: Two, one.
Worf: Reinitialize primary sensors.
Alexander: Sensors reinitialized. The Jem'Hadar ship is gone!
Worf: Of course it is gone. You forgot to erase the battle simulation program from the sensor display.
Martok: Stand down from alert status. Resume course. Reactivate cloak.
Ch'Targh: Keep a close watch. There may be more hostile simulation programs out there.
Martok: Wait. He'll never make that mistake again. It's better that we should be too ready than not ready enough.
Ch'Targh: At least you're keeping us on our toes.
Martok: You see, they have accepted him.
Worf: They have accepted him as the ship's fool.
Dukat: In closing, let me emphasize again that Cardassia's gift of fifteen industrial replicators to Bajor ushers in a new age of cooperation and understanding between our two peoples. Hand in hand, we'll march into a new era of peace and prosperity as Dominion allies. Thank you, thank you. That will be all. Ah, Major Kira, may I have a word with you, please? Have you heard? The Cardassian Institute of Art has decided to exhibit three of Ziyal's drawings.
Kira: Really? Oh, that's wonderful. She must be excited.
Dukat: I'm hosting a celebration for her in my quarters tonight. I hope you'll join us.
Kira: What time?
Dukat: Twenty one thirty. Unless I'm unavoidably delayed.
Kira: Ah, the busy life of an interstellar despot.
Worf: This is a kar'takin, a weapon favored by the Jem'Hadar. Defend yourself.
Worf: No, that is not the proper grip. The thumbs must be opposed so that twisting motions will not
Alexander: I understand.
Worf: Then proceed.
Worf: No. Do not try to shove my blade away. Deflect it and then use your momentum to counter.
Alexander: I know.
Worf: Then do it.
Worf: No. Do not try to fight force with force. You will lose every time.
Worf: What did I tell you? Well, pick it up! If you had kept practicing what I taught you when you were a boy this would be second nature to you by now.
Worf: What is wrong with you?
Alexander: I knew it would be like this.
Worf: Like what?
Alexander: You must be pleased. Now you can tell me what a failure I am as a Klingon.
Worf: Alexander
Alexander: Or are you just going to send me away again?
Worf: We are not playing in holosuites now. This is war. The Jem'Hadar will cut you to pieces.
Alexander: Then I will be dead and you will be happy. Now leave me alone!
Kira: Come in.
Kira: What do you want?
Damar: From Gul Dukat. For some reason he thought you would enjoy having me deliver it to you.
Kira: What is it?
Damar: A gift. For the party tonight.
Kira: What the hell am I doing?
Dukat: Come in. Ah, Major Kira, what a pleasant surprise. Come in, come in.
Dukat: You don't like the dress?
Kira: The dress is fine. I don't like you.
Dukat: Major, that's just not true. There's a bond between us.
Kira: No. Only in your mind. You're an opportunistic, power hungry dictator and I want nothing more to do with you.
Dukat: Ziyal would be very disappointed to hear you say that.
Kira: She'll get over it.
Dukat: Please, Nerys, let's sit down, We'll talk about it.
Kira: No, we won't.
Dukat: Nerys. Nerys!
Ziyal: Who was that?
Dukat: A delivery. It's a little something for you to wear to the party tonight. Do you like it?
Ziyal: It's beautiful! You can be so thoughtful.
Dukat: I try.
Martok: Continue.
Martok: Fine blade, well balanced. But in the end, it is only as good as the warrior who wields it.
Alexander: I need more practice.
Martok: Tell me, Alexander Rozhenko. Why are you on my ship?
Alexander: To serve the Empire, General.
Martok: That is a slogan, not an answer. Say what is in your heart.
Alexander: Do you ask every new crewman this question?
Martok: I have no need to. I look in their faces and I know why they are here. They are Klingon warriors. They have answered the call of Kahless.
Alexander: Well, so have I.
Martok: Lie to yourself if you must, but not to me. You do not hear the warriors' call. I ask again, why are you here?
Alexander: I'd rather not say.
Martok: What?
Alexander: It's a private matter.
Martok: You're as tight lipped as your father.
Alexander: I am nothing like him.
Martok: Both stubborn, tiresome qu'vatlh. The only difference is I need him. I do not need you.
Alexander: All I ask is a chance to prove myself.
Martok: I just gave you one and you failed. Your father has requested that you be transferred off this ship.
Alexander: He has no right.
Martok: He has every right, both as your superior officer and as your father. At twenty three seventeen, you will transport to the cargo vessel Par'tok. Collect your gear. Now.
Worf: You are fortunate that I am your father. If you had challenged anyone else in that manner, you would be dead right now.
Alexander: If you want me off this ship you're going to have to kill me.
Worf: Alexander, I do not want to hurt you. I want to help you.
Alexander: By getting rid of me? All you've ever done my whole life is send me away.
Worf: I am a Klingon warrior. I lead a warrior's life. That is not the path for you. You told me this yourself. And I have come to accept it.
Alexander: You call yourself my father but you haven't tried to see me or talk to me in five years. I wasn't the kind of son you wanted so you pretended that you had no son. You never accepted me. You abandoned me.
Martok: Battle stations. Alert status one.
Alexander: Aft thruster compartment fire now contained. Shields at sixty percent.
N'Garen: ELN and TRC offline.
Martok: And the Jem'Hadar?
Alexander: Which one, sir?
Worf: The one shooting at us!
Alexander: His aft shields are down to twenty-five, no twenty percent and he's losing antiprotons from his starboard nacelle.
Martok: Weapons, lock onto that nacelle. Fire at will. Full pattern.
N'Garen: We've lost target lock. Switching to manual.
Martok: Helm, bring us to three one seven mark zero four five. Weapons, can you hit him?
N'Garen: Negative. He's out of range.
Alexander: We've lost internal communications.
Martok: Come to course zero two zero mark seven
Alexander: There's plasma venting from the primary impulse injector on deck five. Subspace transceiver array offline.
Martok: Worf, get that plasma leak under control before we lose that entire deck!
Martok: Status.
N'Garen: Impulse injector temperature approaching critical. Injector breach imminent.
Alexander: I can seal the leak. I'm of no use to you here.
Ch'Targh: I will go with him. It will take at least two of us to secure the injector before it explodes.
Worf: Go.
Martok: Engineering, reroute all auxiliary power to the disrupters. Disengage overload suppressor. Worf, put us off the Jem'Hadar's starboard quarter. Weapons, continue to target his damaged nacelle.
Martok: Helm, on my command, reduce impulse power to one third. Bring us to course three five five mark zero nine zero. Weapons, be ready for him to pass in front of us.
Worf: Course laid in.
N'Garen: Weapons standing by.
Martok: Now.
Martok: Well done.
Worf: Captain. Permission to leave the bridge.
Martok: Go. Stand down from alert status. N'Garen, take the helm.
Worf: Report.
Ch'Targh: We sealed the impulse injector, Commander.
Worf: Where's my son?
Ch'Targh: Trapped in that corridor, sir. After we secured the injector, I sent him in there to put away the tools and somehow he tripped the emergency lockdown. We are trying to override it now.
Worf: You locked yourself in?
Alexander: Yes, sir.
Worf: Come.
Ziyal: Nerys. You didn't come to the party last night.
Kira: I'm sorry. I couldn't. I think you know why.
Ziyal: Please don't ask me to choose between you.
Kira: I'm not. There's no choice. He's your father.
Worf: I cannot change the mistakes I have made, but from this day forward, I promise will stand with you.
Alexander: We'll see if you mean It.
Worf: Yes, we will. What you are about to do entails a grave obligation. Do not accept it lightly.
Alexander: I understand and I accept.
Worf: Good. I will teach you what you need to know to be a warrior, and you will teach me what I need to know to be a father. Come.
Martok: Martok degh, to-Duj degh, bat-LEH degh, mat-LEH degh. MARTOK +
Worf: Martok degh.
Worf: Alexander, vih-nob dok-tog.
Alexander: Mat-LEH gih-Hegh.
Martok: DAH!
Martok: Welcome to the House of Martok, Alexander, son of Worf.