Scene: Captain's log, stardate 49263.5. At the request of the Karemma Commerce Ministry, we've brought the Defiant to a remote system in the Gamma Quadrant to discuss problems that have surfaced regarding our recent trade agreement.
Hanok: When we first agreed to use the Ferengi as intermediaries, we did it because we knew the Dominion would never tolerate direct trade between us and the Federation.
Quark: And we're glad to be of service. I'm happy to say that not a single Ferengi vessel has been stopped by the Jem'Hadar.
Hanok: Unfortunately, we have found there is little profit in doing business with the Federation. In order to comply with your all commerce laws, we have had to pay a series of taxs and fees that have made the costs too high.
Sisko: What sort of taxs and fees are you referring to?
Hanok: For example, on a recent shipment of Karemman Fleece, a four percent surcharge was added to inspect the cargo for changeling infiltrators.
Sisko: What?
Quark: You never know where they might be hiding.
Hanok: And a six percent tariff was imposed to help offset the lost income of Tarkalian sheep herders.
Quark: Hardworking people. You have to feel for them.
Hanok: Need I go on, Captain?
Sisko: No. I think you've made your point.
Carson: These are the results of the last weapons drill, sir.
Worf: These response times are unacceptable, Ensign.
Carson: They are a little high, sir, but not if you take into account that
Worf: I want these response times reduced by fifteen percent. Schedule another drill.
Carson: Yes, sir.
Dax: Want one?
Kira: I'm fasting. Today is Ha'mara.
Dax: Ha'mara?
Kira: It's the anniversary of the Emissary's arrival. We fast to show our gratitude to the Prophets for sending him to us. Last night, there was a Festival of Lights in the Capital.
Dax: Sounds beautiful. Sorry we missed it.
Kira: Something tells me the Captain scheduled these negotiations so he wouldn't have to attend.
Dax: Benjamin's never been one for ceremonies, especially where he's the center of attention.
Kira: Oh, I understand how the Captain feels. Still, it would have meant a lot if the Emissary had been there.
Dax: After being stuck in the mess hall all morning with Quark and Hanok, I bet he wishes he had gone.
Carson: Two ships have just entered sensor range. They're Jem'Hadar warships.
Worf: Red alert. Captain Sisko to the Bridge. All hands battle stations.
Worf: The Jem'Hadar are powering their weapons systems. They are targeting the Karemma ship.
Hanok: They're here to punish us for meeting with you. If I give myself up and assume full responsibility, they may spare my ship.
Sisko: I'm not about to turn you over to them. Open a channel. This is Captain Benjamin Sisko of the USS Defiant. Stand down or we'll be forced to
Sisko: Return fire.
Dax: The Karemma ship is coming about. They're moving away, Captain.
Sisko: Tell your people to hold position. We can't protect them if they run.
Kira: The Karemma aren't responding to our hails.
Worf: The Jem'Hadar are changing course. They're going after the Karemma ship.
Sisko: Move to intercept.
Dax: What are they doing?
Hanok: They're hoping that the Jem'Hadar won't follow them into the atmosphere.
Kira: They'd be smart not to. That's a class J gas giant. I'm reading wind speeds of over ten thousand kilometers per hour.
Hanok: Twenty three of my people are on that ship and they're going to die because I was foolish enough to defy the Dominion.
Sisko: They're not going to die, Minister. Not if I can help it. Sisko to O'Brien.
O'Brien: Go ahead, sir.
Sisko: I'm taking the ship into the atmosphere.
Sisko: I know she wasn't built for it, but I think the ship can handle it.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
O'Brien: I'll see if we can get more power to the structural integrity field.
Kira: Adjusting shield geometry for atmospheric entry.
Worf: Transferring auxiliary power to forward shields.
Sisko: Take us in.
Dax: Five seconds to atmosphere.
Kira: There's so much interference our imaging systems are practically useless.
Dax: We've hit a cross-current.
Sisko: Head into it.
Kira: We've slipped between two thermal layers. Wind velocities are a little more manageable here.
Sisko: Hold this altitude. Any sign of the Karemma or the Jem'Hadar?
Worf: No, but sensor range is less than two kilometers.
Dax: There might be a way we can increase it.
Sisko: Let's do it. Mister Hanok, I think it'd be best if you returned to the mess hall.
Hanok: As you wish, Captain.
Sisko: Mister Worf?
Worf: Sir.
Sisko: What's the status of our weapons systems?
Worf: The cloak is not effective in this atmosphere, and the interference will jam our torpedo guidance systems.
Sisko: What about phasers?
Worf: We'll have to target them manually.
Dax: Benjamin, we have an idea.
Kira: It's a little trick I learned during the occupation. Sometimes we'd evade the Cardassian ships by hiding in the Badlands. Sensor range was limited, so we learned to use an old active-scan system to navigate.
Dax: It works by echo-location. We send out a modulated tetryon pulse, and if it reflects off the hull of a ship we can approximate its location.
Sisko: But won't these pulses give away our position as well?
Kira: We'd have to alter course and speed after every one.
Quark: Good news, Minister.
Hanok: Really?
Quark: I think I've found the problem. I made the mistake of letting my brother Rom execute these contracts.
Hanok: Your brother?
Quark: Yes. I'm ashamed to say it, but he's an idiot. You see, the Federation and the Karemma have very different laws governing commerce, and I think poor Rom must've gotten confused by all the legalisms. Now, I will be more than willing to make up any losses you might have encountered. In fact, I will pay them back with interest.
Hanok: You cheated me, Quark, and you haven't even have the courage to admit it. If we survive this, I'll see that you never work in the Gamma Quadrant again,
Kira: Nothing within ten thousand kilometers.
Sisko: Ahead at one quarter impulse. Try again, Major.
Kira: There's something four hundred kilometers below us. It could be the Karemma. I can't tell at this range.
Sisko: Close to ten kilometers.
Dax: We're crossing into another thermal layer.
Carson: Holding position at ten kilometers.
Sisko: Major?
Kira: Well, from the size of it I'd say it's the Karemma.
Kira: I'm picking up two more ships.
Worf: Shields at sixty percent.
Sisko: Return fire!
Kira: The Jem'Hadar are breaking off their attack.
Sisko: Are they going after the Karemma?
Kira: I don't think they've spotted them.
Carson: Captain, impulse power is offline. We're losing altitude.
Sisko: Try using thrusters to stabilize.
Carson: It's no use.
Worf: Hull pressure is at two million GSC and rising.
Sisko: Sisko to Engine room.
Sisko: We need impulse power.
O'Brien: The primary ODN lines have overloaded, Captain. It'll be a few minutes.
Dax: Chief, if you can spare someone to meet me in Jefferies tube four, I'll try to re-route the power through the secondary couplings.
O'Brien: Muniz, you go.
Muniz: Yes, sir.
Carson: Hull pressure at nine million GSC and still rising.
Kira: If we keep losing altitude at this rate, the hull will collapse in less than six minutes.
Worf: Sir, the phaser couplings were overloaded during the attack. It'll take at least two hours to repair them.
Sisko: The Jem'Hadar aren't going to let us tractor the Karemma out of here without a fight.
Kira: Right now it seems like we're the ones who need to be tractored out of here.
Sisko: One thing at a time, Major. Sisko to O'Brien.
O'Brien: O'Brien, here.
Sisko: How many atmospheric probes do we have on board?
O'Brien: Two.
Sisko: Could they be rigged with warheads from
Sisko: Quantum torpedoes?
O'Brien: Well, we'd have to pull the imaging systems out to make room in the casings, but I don't see
O'Brien: Why not.
Sisko: How long?
O'Brien: Twenty minutes.
Sisko: You've got ten.
O'Brien: You okay?
Stevens: I'm all right.
O'Brien: The Captain's gotten us out of tougher spots than this. Last year, when the Romulans tried to invade the Founder's homeworld, we went up against a dozen Jem'Hadar ships
Stevens: I know, Chief. You've told me the story.
O'Brien: Oh, yeah? Well unless you want to hear it again, you'd better get down to the torpedo bay and start working on those probes.
Stevens: I'm going.
O'Brien: Janklow, I'm going to need a dualitic inverter. There's one in the cargo bay.
Janklow: Right, Chief.
Worf: Hull breach on deck two.
Kira: An emergency forcefield is in place, but it won't hold up long against this pressure.
Sisko: How many people are down there?
Worf: Half a dozen in Sickbay. Dax and Muniz in Jefferies tube four.
Sisko: We've got to get them out of there.
Kira: If we don't seal off that deck now, we'll lose the entire ship.
Bashir: Easy now.
Sisko: Sisko to Bashir.
Bashir: Go ahead.
Sisko: The emergency forcefield won't
Sisko: Hold much longer. We've got to evacuate
Sisko: That deck so we can seal it off.
Bashir: Aye, sir. Let's get everybody past that bulkhead.
Sisko: Dax, are you finished?
Dax: Not quite.
Sisko: Get out of there as soon as you're done. In about
Sisko: Thirty seconds we're going to have to seal that deck.
Bashir: Bashir to Bridge, I'm sealing the bulkhead now.
Bashir: Dax! Hurry!
Bashir: Jadzia!
Kira: The forcefield is down.
Sisko: Doctor, close that bulkhead.
Bashir: But Jadzia's still in there.
Sisko: Now, Doctor. That's an order.
Dax: Julian.
Bashir: Bridge.
Bashir: Bridge.
Kira: She did it.
Sisko: Helm, take us to a higher altitude.
O'Brien: O'Brien to Bridge. One of the atmospheric probes is armed and standing by. We'll have the second one ready in a few minutes.
Sisko: Very good, Chief. All right, Major. Now that we've got something to defend ourselves with, let's start looking for the Karemma.
Quark: We're gaining altitude.
Hanok: How can you tell?
Quark: I've got the lobes. You've got them, too. It's an old Ferengi expression. Usually when we say that someone has the lobes, we mean that they have a keen business sense. That's you. I'll admit it. You fooled me. I thought you were just another easy mark. But you saw right through my little scam, and taught me a thing or two about doing business in the Gamma Quadrant. I guess I've gotten lazy. I'm used to dealing with the Federation. If you thought I was cheating you, oh, you have no idea what I was doing to them and they still haven't caught on. If someone like me can put one over on them, think what someone like you could do.
Hanok: Someone with my lobes?
Quark: Exactly. And I'm just the man to help you do it. we could become rich, rich beyond our dreams.
Hanok: You are despicable.
Quark: I hate the Gamma Quadrant.
Kira: Sir, I have something. It's a Jem'Hadar ship.
Sisko: Just one?
Worf: They must have split up to search for the Karemma.
Kira: It's about seventy kilometers above us on a roughly perpendicular course.
Sisko: Helm, come about to course zero seven five mark four. Let's fall in behind them.
Kira: Do you think they've detected us?
Sisko: I don't know, but let's make it harder for them. Shut down all non-essential systems. It'll minimize our power signature.
Sisko: All stop. Program the probe to home in on the first metallic signature it finds.
Worf: Sir, if it does not locate anything within fifty kilometers, the probe might turn back and home in on the Defiant.
Kira: What if they changed course or moved out of range?
Sisko: Something tells me they may be closer than you think.
Worf: The probe is ready, sir.
Sisko: Fire. (The probe streaks away but the Jem'Hadar come up behind the Defiant. BOOM! Bridge crew are thrown about and knocked out. Bits of scaffolding fall down. The probe acquires its target. KaBOOM!)
O'Brien: O'Brien to Bridge. Try the com-panel.
Muniz: Engine Room to Bridge. Bridge, please respond.
O'Brien: Save your breath. I don't think there's anybody left alive up there.
Worf: Are you all right?
Kira: I think so. Captain?
Worf: Computer, lights. Bridge to Engine Room.
Carson: Boyce and Peterson are dead, sir.
Kira: Try not to move. You took a bad blow. Get me a medkit.
Worf: Bridge systems are completely offline. We're not getting any power to these consoles.
Kira: There, the bleeding's stopped. He's got a concussion, sub-cranial bleeding. We need a medic!
Carson: The comm. system's down. I'll go below and try and find one. It's stuck.
Worf: We will have to force it open.
Kira: I'm afraid if he loses consciousness he may slip into a coma, but I don't think I can risk using a stimulant on him.
Worf: You have to keep him awake. Talk to him. Give him something to focus on.
Kira: All right.
Worf: I will attempt to reach to the Engine Room and take over the ship from there.
Kira: Good luck.
Kira: Captain. Everything's going to be all right but you have to try to stay awake for me. I'm just to keep talking, all right, but you have to listen. It's very important that you listen to me, because there's going to be a test later.
Bashir: How do you feel?
Dax: Terrible
Bashir: That's not surprising considering that you took in a few lungfuls of fluorine.
Dax: Remind me to hold my breath next time. I take it we're stuck in here?
Bashir: I thought of trying to climb up the turbolift shaft, but it's flooded with gas.
Dax: I've had enough fluorine for one day. Maybe we should just stay put and wait for someone to come get us.
Bashir: They probably don't even know we're in here. Our comm. signals can't cut through the interference.
Dax: Is there anything else I should know?
Bashir: We only have a few hours of breathable air.
Dax: Thanks, anyway. For trying to rescuing me.
Bashir: Lot of good it did you.
Dax: I mean it. It's funny. A year ago if you'd have done something like this, I would've thought you were just trying to be a hero.
Bashir: And now?
Dax: Now that I know you better I realize it was just a really stupid thing to do.
Bashir: You're welcome.
Quark: You're taking this too personally. Okay, I cheated you. I cheat everyone. It's business. You see what you can get away with, and you've got to figure the other guy's doing the same to you.
Hanok: That's not the way the Karemma conduct business.
Quark: Oh, come on. You can't tell me you never padded an inventory, or pawned off a load of substandard merchandise.
Hanok: No, I haven't. The Karemma believe that merchandise has a set value, determined by the raw materials and the labor involved in creating it. Factor in transportation costs and a reasonable profit margin, and you arrive at a fair price.
Quark: You make it sound so antiseptic. Where's the bargaining, where's the scheming, where's the greed?
Hanok: Greed leads to misjudgment, and that can result in a loss of profits.
Quark: If there's no risk, there's no thrill. Your way is just barter. If you want to win big, you've got to be willing to play the odds. It's like gambling.
Hanok: Gambling is the last recourse of the desperate. Only a fool would risk losing what he has to chance.
O'Brien: Commander, am I glad to see you.
Worf: The Captain is injured and all bridge functions are offline.
O'Brien: We're trying to route command functions to these consoles.
Worf: All right. I will take command from here. Who configured these helm controls?
Muniz: I did, sir.
Worf: They are not laid out properly.
Muniz: I realize they're not the same as on the Bridge, but I had to make some changes because
Worf: I need to be able to ascertain our status at a glance. Reconfigure these controls to their standard layout.
Muniz: Aye, sir.
Worf: Mister Stevens, you will operate the echo-location system we've been using to track the Jem'Hadar.
Stevens: I'll do my best.
Worf: I expect nothing less.
O'Brien: Let's get to work.
Kira: So I was thinking we could go on a four shift rotation, because that would give people a little more flexibility with their time. There is a downside because that would mean that every shift would have to. What am I doing? I'm supposed to keep you awake, not bore you to tears. I'm sorry. I don't know why this is so hard for me. All I have to do is talk to you. I mean, what do we usually talk about?
Sisko: We talk about work.
Kira: You're right. That is what we usually talk about. Even when we're not working. I get the feeling it's not that way between you and Dax, or you and Chief O'Brien. But then, you're not a revered figure in their religions. I know you don't like it when I talk about you as the Emissary, but that's how I think of you. And maybe that's why sometimes it's hard for me to relax around you.
Sisko: Nerys?
Kira: Yes, sir?
Sisko: Tell me a story.
Kira: All right. All right. Do you know the one about the three brothers who go to Jo'kala?
Sisko: No.
Kira: They were kava farmers, and one day they go into their field and they see the biggest kava root they'd ever seen. It's as big as a house. That's going to make us rich, said the oldest. So they decided to sell it in the city.
Stevens: Sir, I have something.
Worf: They're too small to be ships.
Stevens: They're closing fast.
O'Brien: Torpedoes.
Worf: Hard a-port!
O'Brien: I'm modulating the deflectors. It might confuse their guidance systems.
Stevens: The second one's still closing. Range, one hundred meters. Seventy five. Fifty.
Hanok: I suggest we leave this room immediately.
Quark: And go where? If that thing explodes, the entire ship will be destroyed. No. Maybe we should try and defuse it.
Hanok: I think we should wait for help.
Quark: All right, but what if no one can get to us?
Quark: I don't like the sound of that. It's up to us. There must be an emergency tool kit around here somewhere.
Quark: The arming mechanism must be somewhere in here. I'm going to have to remove this casing.
Hanok: How?
Quark: There's no lock that can't be picked.
O'Brien: It looks like the torpedo hit somewhere in here.
Muniz: Problem is, we're cut off from that part of the ship.
O'Brien: But we'll have to think of something.
Worf: Mister Stevens, recalibrate the structural integrity field to minimize the strain caused by the torpedo.
Stevens: The field generators are already at their limit compensating for the hull breach on deck two.
Worf: I am aware of the situation. If you cannot carry out my orders, I will find someone who can.
Stevens: That won't be necessary, sir.
O'Brien: Can I have a word with you, sir?
Worf: Of course.
O'Brien: With all due respect, I think you're riding the men a bit hard. You have to understand, they're out of their element. They're not bridge officers, they haven't been to Starfleet Academy. They're engineers. They're used to being given a problem to solve, then going out and figuring out how to do it.
Worf: What are you suggesting?
O'Brien: Give them a little slack. Ease up on the reins. Let them do what they're good at, and give them a little encouragement now and then.
Worf: I will take it under consideration.
Dax: I'm so cold.
Bashir: These walls aren't that well insulated. It's going to get even colder. Come here. Better?
Dax: What?
Bashir: Just remembering something.
Dax: Tell me.
Bashir: When I first got to the station, I used to have this fantasy that you and I went off on a runabout together on some mission. Something went wrong with the ship and we ended up drifting around for a few days until they sent someone to rescue us.
Dax: If you don't mind my saying, Julian, that's a very strange fantasy.
Bashir: It seemed the only way you and I could spend time alone together. You were always avoiding me.
Dax: It's just you came on so strong. You never really gave me a chance to get to know you.
Bashir: You're right, I didn't. Well, don't worry, Jadzia. It's been a long time since I had that particular fantasy.
Dax: Oh?
Bashir: You sound disappointed.
Dax: Julian!
Bashir: That's right. You enjoyed being chased and now you miss it.
Dax: That's preposterous. And if you start chasing after me again
Bashir: Don't worry, Jadzia. Now I know you liked it, I don't need to, do I?
Worf: I require your assistance. I need a weapon.
Muniz: We still have one atmospheric probe.
Worf: If my plan is going to work, the probe will not be available. I need something else.
Stevens: The phasers are out of the question. The emitters are completely fused.
Muniz: But the phaser generator's working fine.
Stevens: The deflector array.
Muniz: With a few modifications, we could use it as a phaser emitter.
Stevens: It might not be what you had in mind, sir.
Muniz: And there is one problem. It will overload after the first shot.
Worf: I only need one shot. How long will it take you to make the modifications?
Muniz: Twenty minutes?
Stevens: Ten if we can bypass the safeties.
Worf: Proceed.
Stevens: I think we should route the generator output through the secondary power grid.
Muniz: We'll have to recalibrate the ODN manifold.
Stevens: That'll overload the whole system. What a mess.
Muniz: We'll worry about that tomorrow.
Stevens: Yeah, it's easy for you to say. It's your day off.
O'Brien: Don't count on it.
Kira: So the three brothers started arguing about how to divide the money for the kava root. The oldest said that he should get more because it was his idea to sell it in the city, and the youngest objected, saying he was the one to till the. This can't happen. You can't die. You're the Emissary. There's still so much for you to do. I don't know if this is the right thing to do or not but I'm going to give you a stimulant. Captain, I know my beliefs make you uncomfortable around me sometimes, and that maybe that's why you keep me at arm's length. But I don't care about that right now and I am going pray, because I don't know what else to do. I'm losing you and I can't let that happen. Jia kaja, tre nu tola rem lapor. Ilani kor. Inar tanatali nor.
Muniz: Everything's ready, sir.
Stevens: You can target the deflector from here.
Worf: Good work. Take your posts.
Worf: Mister O'Brien.
O'Brien: Nothing within scanning range, sir.
Worf: The Jem'Hadar are out there. You can be certain of that.
Quark: Gently.
Quark: All right. Now what?
Hanok: One of these diodes connects the warhead to the power source. The other one is the firing mechanism.
Quark: How do you know that?
Hanok: I saw a design schematic once.
Quark: Where?
Hanok: At the Ministry of Trade on Karemma. We sell these torpedoes to the Jem'Hadar.
Quark: I thought you said you never sold substandard merchandise. This was supposed to explode on impact, wasn't it?
Hanok: Maybe I should offer them a refund.
Quark: We'd better do something about this torpedo of yours.
Hanok: We have to remove the firing diode only I don't know which one it is.
Quark: And if we pick the wrong one we die. It's not funny. We just have to pick the right one. It's fifty-fifty, better odds than you get at the dabo table.
Hanok: Dabo?
Quark: Yes, it's a game. If we get out of this, I'll teach it to you. Choose one.
Hanok: How?
Quark: It's a gamble. Go with your instinct.
Quark: You're thinking too much. You just have to reach in and pick one.
Quark: I think we have a winner.
Hanok: That was exciting.
Quark: Feels good, doesn't it?
Hanok: Yes.
Quark: That's how it works. The bigger the risk, the bigger the win. You know, there's another risk you could take. Staying in business with me.
Hanok: You never give up, do you?
Quark: No. I tried to cheat you, and I lost, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give up the game. Come on, Hanok. What do you say? You want to keep playing?
Hanok: Let's talk about these Bolian currency fluctuations.
Kira: Jiakaja, tre nutola rem. Lapor ilani kos. Inar jiakaja tre
Sisko: Major?
Kira: Yes, Captain?
Sisko: What happened?
Kira: The Jem'Hadar hit us pretty bad and Worf went down to the Engine
Sisko: No, no. What happened to the three brothers?
Kira: They gave all the money away and went back to the farm where they belonged.
Sisko: It's good. Major?
Kira: Sir?
Sisko: Tell me another story.
Kira: I'd love to, sir.
O'Brien: I've got something, sir. It's the Jem'Hadar. They've locked onto the tetryon pulse.
Worf: Stand by, Mister Stevens.
Worf: Now.
O'Brien: What do you say we find the Karemma and get out of here? Defiant log, supplemental. Damage control teams are repairing the ship's systems and medics are tending to injured crewmembers. We have located the Karemma ship deep in the atmosphere and are moving to assist. It appears that it will have to be abandoned and its crew brought back to Deep Space Nine until transportation can be arranged to the Karemma homeworld.
Quark: It's going to be a levy.
Hanok: A levy?
Quark: A levy.
Hanok: Where? I don't see that.
Quark: Right here. Put the levy right here.
Quark: Oh! Pass five. Too bad. You lose half your stake. You can either quit now, or try to double it.
Odo: My advice is to take what latinum you have left and walk away.
Hanok: Just because one loses a bet, doesn't mean one gives up the game.
Quark: Exactly. May I suggest placing your next wager on double down.
Hanok: Put it all on triple over.
Quark: I think that's a big mistake.
Hanok: Triple over. Nothing personal, Quark.
Quark: Of course not.
All: Dabo!
Quark: You're really catching on.
Bashir: Oh. Seventeen brothers and sisters? Well, that's quite a family.
Dax: Excuse me, Morn. It's your turn.
Bashir: For what?
Dax: Darts.
Bashir: That's right. I'm sorry, Morn. It's been nice talking to you.
Bashir: Thank you for rescuing me.
Dax: Now we're even.
Stevens: Excuse me, sir. Here's the repair schedule we drew up for the Defiant. With your approval, we thought we'd start by tearing out the ODN lines. They're shot. It'll be easier to get to the manifolds that way. And then we figured we'd
Worf: Proceed at your diskretion, Mister Stevens.
Stevens: Thank you, sir.
Worf: How long will the repairs take?
Stevens: Sixteen hours.
O'Brien: Oh, you can do it in twelve.
Stevens: Twelve. Sure. No problem.
O'Brien: See? You can give them a little of slack, but you can't take your hands off the reins.
Kira: The Karemma transport will be here at eighteen hundred hours tomorrow, and the Defiant should be ready to escort them back to the Gamma Quadrant.
Sisko: Good. Major, it occurred to me that we might consider going to a four shift rotation. I think the crew might appreciate more flexibility in their schedules.
Kira: I'll look in to it first thing in the morning.
Sisko: Major, what are you doing for the next few hours?
Kira: I'm going off duty, so I thought I'd just relax.
Sisko: Would you like to go to a baseball game?
Kira: I'd love to, sir.
Sisko: Good. Meet me at holosuite three in half an hour.
Kira: I'll see you there.
Sisko: Nerys. Sisko tosses her a baseball cap with a G on it. He puts on the Pike City Pioneers cap.)
Sisko: You'll need one of those. You can get the hot dogs from Quark.
Kira: Hot dogs?
Sisko: He'll know.


Rom: All right, everyone. Gather around. We're about to start. When a young Ferengi goes out on his own, he traditionally raises capital by selling his boyhood treasures. As you know, my son Nog will be leaving shortly for Earth and Starfleet Academy. I'm going to miss him, and I know you will too. And what better way to remember him than to purchase one of his very own personal belongings? I don't know about you, but I'm buying these pajamas.
Nog: That'll be three strips of latinum.
Rom: Two.
Nog: Sold. Let the buying commence. No reasonable offer will be refused.
O'Brien: I didn't expect to see you here, Mister Worf.
Worf: Captain Sisko made it a personal request that I attend. He seems to have taken some interest in the young Ferengi.
O'Brien: The Captain sponsored Nog's application to the Academy.
Worf: A Ferengi at the Academy? I am not sure that is wise.
O'Brien: Oh, I don't know about that. Not so long ago someone might have said the same thing about you.
Sisko: You two'd better hurry or there won't be anything left to buy.
Bashir: Nog, what is this?
Nog: My favorite holosuite program. A Visit with the Pleasure Goddess of Rixx. Yours for a mere ten strips of latinum.
Dax: He'll take it. Consider it a gift.
Bashir: You're too kind.
Kira: Nog, where did you get this springball racket?
Nog: Out of a replicator?
Kira: Try out of my quarters. This is mine. I've been looking for it for two years.
Nog: And it was sitting here on the bar all along. That's incredible.
Jake: It's a Ferengi tooth sharpener.
Worf: How much?
Quark: Rom.
Rom: Brother, you're here. If you hurry, there still might be some choice items left for you to buy.
Quark: I'm not here for the sale. Nog has no business going to Starfleet Academy and I'm not doing anything to encourage him. Now, come with me.
Rom: But the sale
Quark: It's over as far as you're concerned. The ship. It's here.
Rom: What ship?
Quark: The ship. Our ship. My ship. The shuttle cousin Gaila owed me.
Rom: He's owed you that shuttle for ten years.
Quark: Ever since I loaned him the latinum to start up his munitions consortium. He always said that if he became a success, he'd buy me my own ship. Now it's here.
Rom: But why do you need me?
Quark: Because knowing our cousin, it's probably defective merchandise.
Rom: I'd better have a look at it.
Quark: What a wonderful idea. Now get going.
Quark: And leave the clothes here.
Rom: Brother?
Quark: All right. Tel1 me what's wrong with it.
Rom: Nothing. The ship is perfect. Gaila must've paid a fortune for it.
Quark: You mean it'll actually fly?
Rom: This ship could outrun a Romulan interceptor. We could take it halfway across the galaxy before it would even need a maintenance check.
Quark: You don't say? And it's all mine. I can go any place I want.
Rom: Maybe it's time you considered that early retirement we talked about. I could take over the bar, and you could fly off into the great unknown never to return. Unless you wanted to.
Quark: Don't get your hopes up. The first thing we need to do is take this thing for a test flight. Someplace reasonably far away, but safe. Someplace like
Rom: Earth?
Quark: Exactly. If the boy wants to go to Starfleet Academy, he might as well do it in style.
Rom: Yes, brother. Thank you, brother. I'll go tell Nog. A trip to Earth. This is going to be fun.
Quark: Not to mention profitable. All I ask is a tall ship and a load of contraband to fill her with.
Quark: Here are the codes to operate the holosuites. Now remember, don't extend any lines of credit, don't touch the dabo girls, and make sure you keep your eyes on him. Because he'll be keeping his eyes on you.
Odo: Good choice, Quark. I'm sure Morn'll do an excellent job, as long as he doesn't drink up all your profits.
Quark: Better him than one of my Ferengi waiters. They'd rob me blind.
Odo: Very generous of you, taking Nog to Earth.
Quark: I'm a generous person.
Odo: So I've noticed.
Quark: Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone.
Odo: I'll be counting the days until you get back.
Quark: Yeah.
Jake: I wonder how many hours you and I spent hanging around up here.
Nog: Two thousand, one hundred and forty seven. Just kidding. But it was a lot.
Jake: You know, aside from playing dom-jot and watching the Bajoran transports dock, it seems like we spent most of our time doing nothing.
Nog: Maybe so, but I can't think of anyone I'd rather do nothing with than you.
Jake: Same here.
Bashir: Nog.
Nog: Doctor, if you're trying to return something from the sale
O'Brien: It's a going-away present.
Bashir: To help you get around easier on Earth.
Nog: A guidebook?
O'Brien: It's not just a guidebook. It's a completely interactive program detailing Earth's customs, culture, history, geography.
Bashir: Everything you ever wanted to know about Earth is right in that PADD.
Nog: You mean it'll teach me how to attract human females?
O'Brien: Well, almost everything.
Nog: I'm sure it'll come in handy. Thank you. Well, I'd better get going. My father and Uncle Quark are waiting for me.
O'Brien: Good luck, Nog.
Bashir: Make us proud.
Jake: I'll walk you over to the airlock. It was a good spot.
Nog: The best.
Dax: The Ferengi shuttle 'Quark's Treasure' has just departed the station.
Kira: Quark, Rom and Nog together on that ship all the way to Earth? I'm glad I'm not going with them.
Sisko: Only thing that worries me, no one warned Earth that they're coming.
Nog: It says here that humans didn't even have currency until five thousand years ago. Let alone banking, speculative investments or a unified global economy.
Quark: They're a primitive, backward people, Nog. Pity them.
Nog: But think about it, uncle. That means they went from being savages with a simple barter system to leaders of a vast interstellar Federation in only five thousand years It took us twice as long to establish the Ferengi Alliance, and we had to buy warp technology from the
Quark: Five thousand, ten thousand, what's the difference? The speed of technological advancement isn't nearly as important as short-term quarterly gains. Can't this thing go any faster?
Rom: We're already exceeding the safe maximum cruising speed by two tenths of a warp factor.
Quark: Push it another tenth. This trip is taking long enough as it is.
Rom: Relax, brother. I know kemacite is unstable, but another day or two won't make any difference.
Quark: What are you talking about?
Rom: The shipment of kemacite that you're smuggling in the cargo hold.
Nog: Uncle, are you smuggling kemacite? Isn't that dangerous?
Rom: Dangerous and highly profitable. Especially if we make a side trip to Orion on the way home from Earth.
Quark: What tipped you off?
Rom: When I engaged the impulse engines, I noticed the ship's weight distribution was a little off. So the last time you went to waste extraction, I snuck back to the cargo bay and took a look around.
Quark: When did you get so smart?
Rom: I've always been smart, brother. I've just lacked self-confidence. Of course, I could forget everything I saw.
Quark: How much?
Rom: Twenty percent of the profits.
Quark: I suppose you'll want a cut too?
Nog: As a Starfleet cadet, it's my duty to report any violation of Federation law to my superiors immediately. But then again, I haven't been sworn in yet. I'll take ten percent.
Quark: It's a deal. I thought I told you to go faster.
Rom: Faster it is.
Rom: Brother, wake up. We're approaching Earth's star system.
Quark: Take her out of warp.
Nog: Father, have you ever heard of the Bell Riots?
Rom: Don't bother me now.
Nog: But doesn't this Gabriel Bell human look just like Captain Sisko?
Quark: All humans look alike. thought I told you to take us out of warp.
Rom: I'm trying, brother, but the warp core isn't responding. It looks like the command sequencer has been disabled. I don't understand. I tested everything. The only way this could've happened is if the command sequencer was designed to fail.
Nog: You mean sabotage?
Quark: Cousin Gaila.
Nog: He never did like you very much, Uncle.
Quark: Okay, okay. No need to panic. So the warp drive won't shut down. What's the worst thing that could happen?
Rom: The ship could continue accelerating until it tears itself apart and scatters our remains halfway across the quadrant.
Quark: There must be something we can do?
Rom: Jettison the warp core. No, I tried that already. Emergency overrides are frozen.
Quark: Then we'll have to try something else, won't we?
Rom: The kemacite! If we vent plasma from the warp core into the cargo hold, we may be able to start a cascade reaction in the kemacite. Then we can modulate the reaction to create an inversion wave in the warp field and force the ship back into normal space! If I time it just right, I should be able to get us close enough to Earth to make an emergency landing.
Quark: Rom, you're a genius!
Rom: You think so?
Quark: How should I know? I have no idea what you're talking about. Just do it.
Rom: Hold on.
Quark: Rom? Nog?
Wainwright: Get me General Denning. Tell him one of the Martians is awake.
Wainwright: We've got the farmer who found their ship. He's locked up in the BOQ, but I don't know how much longer we can keep him there.
Denning: You keep him there until I tell you to let him go. Did you take care of that idiot in Roswell who told the press we captured a flying saucer?
Wainwright: We've convinced him to issue a retraction. Turns out it was just a weather balloon.
Denning: Weather balloon?
Wainwright: We had to come up with something quick. The last thing we need is a bunch of reporters snooping around.
Carlson: You can't keep this from the public forever, General. Beings from another planet have landed on Earth. This is one of the most important events in human history.
Denning: Maybe, but we can't risk causing a panic. I'm not telling the public anything until we find out exactly what we're up against.
Quark: Pip im gren tovat. Yop bree gren skin law po far.
Rom: Yop im too, yoba. Yop sko ta yop ma.
Quark: It's locked. What is this place? Where are we?
Rom: I wish you'd stop asking that. I told you I don't know.
Nog: The last thing I remember was father taking the shuttle in for an emergency landing.
Quark: Well we must be on Earth. But where?
Nog: One thing's for sure, this isn't Starfleet Academy.
Rom: I wonder what happened to the ship?
Quark: My ship. Where's my ship? Hey! Is anybody out there? What did you do with my ship? I want my ship back.
Quark: Goss uff wok ton. Goss uff wok ton.
Wainwright: He's trying to break out.
Garland: Don't let them hurt him. He's just scared.
Carlson: General, these creatures come from a race far more advanced than our own. There's no telling what they can teach us. We have to try to communicate with them.
Denning: Well, you're in luck. The President agrees with you and he wants us to try and talk to them. So that's just what you're going to do.
Carlson: Me?
Denning: Look, Professor, we didn't ask you here just because you're Nurse Garland's fiancée. I need someone to talk to these Martians. You're elected.
Quark: I knew Earth was a bad idea. Ferengis and humans have no business being together. But you had to go to Starfleet Academy.
Rom: Don't blame my son. It was your idea to use Gaila's shuttle.
Quark: And you were the one who said it was safe.
Nog: Leave him alone. If it wasn't for my father, we'd all be dead.
Rom: Maybe we are dead.
Quark: What are you talking about?
Rom: Maybe this is the Divine Treasury.
Quark: Oh, don't be ridiculous. The Divine Treasury is made of pure latinum. Besides, where's the Blessed Exchequer? Where are the Celestial Auctioneers? And why aren't we bidding for our new lives?
Rom: You don't think we're in the other place?
Nog: The Vault of Eternal Destitution?
Quark: Don't be ridiculous. The bar was showing a profit.
Carlson: Welcome to Earth. We mean you no harm.
Carlson: We're sorry we had to separate you from your ship, but I'm sure you can understand that we have lots of questions for you.
Quark: Did you understand a word of that?
Rom: Our universal translators must be malfunctioning.
Wainwright: What are they doing?
Garland: Maybe it's some kind of greeting.
Carlson: She may be onto something.
Quark: What are they doing?
Rom: Maybe their universal translators are broken too.
Nog: No. They don't have universal translators. I recognize those uniforms from my guidebook. They're from the twentieth century.
Rom: The twentieth century? You mean we traveled back through time?
Nog: More than four hundred years. Those are military uniforms from one of the old nation states. Australia or something.
Rom: So if they don't have universal translators, then why are they banging their heads?
Quark: They're just mimicking us. (Quark walks forward and tweaks his nose. Wainwright copies him.
Quark: Brik yop tal hopdrew, ki los hoem bog?
Quark: I'd always heard primitive humans lacked intelligence but I had no idea they were this stupid.
Nog: They weren't just stupid. They were violent, petty, bigoted and selfish.
Rom: And we're stuck here with them, maybe for the rest of our lives.
Quark: The three of us and millions of primitive humans. I like those odds.
Garland: Two fifty over one sixty seven. If you were human, I'd say you were due for a heart attack.
Quark: Gran fat ari oo-mox? Ya ta fa.
Garland: I've given them every medical test I can think of, but the only thing I can tell you for sure is they're not human.
Carlson: Well, that's a start. I think these two are involved in some kind of grooming ritual. Look how the older one is taking care of the younger one.
Garland: It's sweet. Maybe they're father and son? Wouldn't that be something? They've come from so far away, but they still have the same basic family structure that we do.
Carlson: I wonder if the third one's related too.
Garland: For all we know, it could be the mother.
Quark: Gren fa hoe loth pex pil.
Carlson: If she is the mother, she's quite a shrew.
Rom: I'm working as fast as I can, brother, but there must be some kind of interference disrupting our translators.
Quark: What kind of interference?
Rom: I'm not sure. Could be solar flares, or maybe ionic interference. Or I suppose it could be beta radiation, but that's only produced by nuclear fission.
Quark: Don't be an idiot. Nuclear fission doesn't happen within planetary atmospheres.
Nog: It does here. In the twentieth century humans used crude nuclear reactors as weapons. They called them atom bombs. They used to blow them up all the time.
Quark: They irradiated their own planet?
Rom: If Nog says so, they did. He knows all about Earth history.
Quark: You'd better fix those translators fast. The sooner we start talking to these savages, the better off we'll be.
Rom: Vo yop toe pah?
Carlson: He seems to want something from you.
Garland: You'd better tell him I'm your girl.
Rom: Yop triska gleep dosta grenla.
Carlson: I think he wants your hairpin.
Garland: If you say so, Professor. Here you go.
Rom: Neep gren. Now where's that reset button?
Garland: Ouch. That looks like it hurts.
Carlson: He doesn't seem to mind.
Carlson: I wish I could get some help. I don't know why we can't bring in a few more experts.
Garland: Let's face it, Jeff, when it comes to beings from another planet, we don't have any experts. You'll find a way to communicate with them, darling. I know you will.
Garland: Imagine the possibilities. Who knows what they could teach us. A few years from now, mankind could have rocket ships of our own. We could travel the galaxy, exploring new worlds and new civilisations.
Carlson: Always the dreamer.
Garland: That's why you love me.
Carlson: It's funny, isn't it? Here we are in the middle of one of the greatest diskoveries in human history, and all I can think about is what you're going to look like in your wedding dress.
Garland: My mother keeps asking where we're going on our honeymoon. She thinks we should go to Niagara Falls.
Carlson: Who knows? Maybe we'll go to Mars.
Quark: What is that disgusting smell?
Nog: I think it's called tobacco. It's a deadly drug. When used frequently, it destroys the internal organs.
Quark: If it's so deadly, then why do they use it?
Nog: It's also highly addictive.
Rom: How do they get their hands on it?
Nog: They buy it in stores.
Quark: They buy it? If they'll buy poison, they'll buy anything. I think I'm going to like it here.
Nog: Uncle, I hope you're not thinking of doing anything that would disrupt the timeline.
Quark: Perish the thought.
Nog: Changing the history of Earth could effect the entire galaxy. The Federation, Deep Space Nine, your bar could all cease to exist.
Quark: Wouldn't that be a shame. Rom, hurry up with those translators.
Wainwright: The alien ship has a small control area in the front and rudimentary sleeping quarters in the back. So far, we can't even figure out what drives the engines, let alone how they work.
Carlson: Hey, how you doing, big fella.
Denning: You making any headway, Professor?
Carlson: It's fascinating. I would've expected creatures of their technological sophistication to communicate telepathically, but they seem to have a structured verbal language just like we do. Given enough time, a good team of linguists could probably decipher it.
Wainwright: We're not bringing in anyone else. Too many people know about this as it is.
Denning: Besides, we don't have the time. President Truman is an impatient man. He wants answers, and he wants 'em now.
Garland: Jeff, General Denning. I think you'd better come inside right away.
Quark: My name is Quark, Chief Financial Officer of the Ferengi Alliance. And I've got a business proposition for you.
Denning: I don't see any universal translator.
Quark: Trust me, it's in there.
Denning: So this gadget of yours is what makes it possible for us to understand each other? How's it work?
Quark: It's simple, if you know how. You'd be surprised at the kind of things you can do with the right technology. Which brings me to why I'm here.
Denning: I was wondering about that.
Quark: I've been sent by my people to open up a market for advanced Ferengi technology.
Denning: What kind of technology you talking about?
Quark: How would you like to travel beyond the stars at speeds you never even dreamt were possible? Or to transport yourselves from one place to another in the blink of an eye?
Denning: You know how to do that?
Quark: That's only the beginning. We can give you the medical knowledge to cure your deadliest diseases. We have machines that can produce food and clothing out of thin air.
Denning: What about weapons?
Quark: Weapons? If you want weapons, I'm the man to see. We can teach you to make phasers, disruptors, photon torpedoes or even quantum torpedoes. A little more expensive, but worth it.
Denning: What do you want in return?
Quark: That depends. What do you use for currency around here? Latinum? Dilithium?
Denning: We use dollars.
Quark: Dollars? Never heard of them. Don't you have any gemstones or precious minerals?
Denning: You mean like gold?
Quark: Gold? Gold is good.
Denning: How much gold are we talking about?
Quark: Seeing how we're going to be advancing your culture about four hundred years overnight, I'd say a couple of million bars would be about right as a good faith deposit.
Denning: You know, Quark, you might be some kind of Martian
Quark: Ferengi.
Denning: Whatever. But the more we talk, the more you remind me of my brother-in-law.
Quark: Is he a businessman?
Denning: He's a car salesman, and not a very good one.
Quark: Then he's nothing like me.
Denning: The bottom line is, I don't trust him and I don't trust you. So before we sit down and sign any contracts, you are going to tell me just what the hell you people are really doing here.
Quark: I just told you. We're here to open up trade negotiations. If you're not interested, just say so. I'm sure I can do business with one of your planet's other nation states.
Denning: In other words, if we don't play ball, you're going to sell those advanced weapons of yours to the Russians.
Quark: I'd rather it didn't come to that. To be honest, I'd much rather work with you Australians.
Denning: Americans.
Quark: Whatever. But if you won't do business with me, and the Russians will, who am I to say no?
Denning: I'm not saying we can't do business, but I don't have the authority to make this kind of decision. I'll have to er, well, I'll have to get clearance from the President.
Quark: I can wait. In the meantime, let me give you some free advice, just to show I'm on your side. You people should take better care of yourselves. Stop poisoning your bodies with tobacco and atom bombs. Sooner or later, that kind of stuff will kill you.
Denning: What do you know about atom bombs?
Quark: My people have been watching your world for years. We know all about you. Baseball, root beer, darts, atom bombs. It's quite a fascinating culture you humans have here. And with a little Ferengi technology, it could be even better. Now, why don't you go talk to that president of yours?
Carlson: Let me get this straight, Rom. Are you saying that all the women on your world walk around naked?
Rom: It's the law.
Carlson: You don't say?
Garland: Well I guess I'm never going to visit your world. And neither are you.
Nog: Nurse Garland, I'm having trouble with my ear again. Could you massage it some more?
Garland: Are you sure you don't want a doctor to look at that?
Nog: No. I feel more comfortable with you.
Nog: Ah! Much better.
Rom: You know, come to think of it, my ear's bothering me too.
Rom: Brother, how did your meeting with the general go?
Carlson: It's late. We should let you get some rest.
Nog: I'm not tired.
Garland: We'll visit some more tomorrow.
Quark: There's something about that female that I don't like. She's so cheerful.
Rom: What about the general?
Nog: Is he going to let us leave?
Quark: Don't worry. Everything's under control.
Quark: Oh. They forgot to take that thing with them.
Rom: It seems to like you, brother.
Quark: Get away from me.
Odo: Hello, Quark.
Quark: Odo? What are you doing here?
Odo: Placing you under arrest for attempting to smuggle kemacite. Did you really expect me to believe that you were traveling all the way to Earth just to be nice to your nephew?
Rom: You hid on board the ship.
Odo: That's right. And now I'm stuck here with you. Now listen carefully, because we don't have much time. Someone could come in any minute. Your ship is in a hangar on the other side of the base. It sustained some damage in the crash, but the engines are still functioning. If we're lucky, we should be able to use it to get away from here.
Nog: And go where? Even if we get out of here, we're still going be trapped four hundred years in the past.
Rom: Actually, I've been thinking. If there's enough kemacite left, there might be a way to get back to our own time.
Odo: How?
Rom: If we find a sufficiently powerful energy source, we should be able to trigger a temporal surge in the subspace continuum and recreate the same kind of time warp that brought us here in the first place.
Odo: What do you mean by a sufficiently powerful energy source?
Quark: We're not going anywhere. We're staying right here.
Rom: But brother, what about the bar?
Quark: Who cares about the bar? I'm telling you, Rom, we stay here and inside a year, we'll be running this place.
Rom: You mean the military base?
Quark: I mean the whole planet. Harumph all you want. But these humans, they're nothing like the ones from the Federation. They're crude, gullible and greedy.
Odo: You mean like you.
Quark: Yeah. These are humans I can understand and manipulate.
Nog: But Uncle, what about the timeline?
Quark: Forget this timeline. The one we're going to create will be better. Once we get things in order here, we'll contact the Ferengi homeworld and sell them our ship. The Ferengi will have warp drive technology centuries before humans or Klingons or even the Vulcans. We'll establish an economic empire beyond even Grand Nagus Zek's wildest dreams. And I'll control it all.
Odo: You do have a vivid imagination. But the only place we're going is back to our own time. I'll have the ship ready to go in six hours. And you're all going to be on it.
Quark: I'm not going back, and neither is my ship.
Odo: We'll see about that.
Wainwright: What's the word, General?
Denning: That little piano-playing Democrat's not as dumb as he looks. He's not about to make a deal with these aliens until we learn more about them.
Wainwright: And how does the President propose we do that?
Denning: He said he'd leave that in our capable hands.
Wainwright: Don't worry, General. I'll find out what those Martians are up to.
Denning: See that you do.
Quark: This is the opportunity of a lifetime.
Rom: I don't know, brother. It seems awfully risky to me.
Quark: The riskier the road, the greater the profit.
Rom: What about Rule of Acquisition two hundred and three? New customers are like razor-toothed gree worms. They can be succulent, but sometimes they bite back.
Quark: No. If there's any biting to be done, we're the one's who are going to do it.
Quark: Get this off me! Get this off me! I can't breathe!
Quark: This is an outrage. I demand to see General Denning. If I don't get satisfaction, I'm taking my business to the Russians.
Wainwright: The Russians. That's a good place to start. Why don't you tell me everything you know about the Russians?
Quark: Would you please stop doing that?
Garland: That's the fifth injection of sodium pentathol I've given him. It's not working.
Carlson: Their biochemistry is obviously nothing like ours.
Quark: Then stop sticking me with those needles!
Garland: Captain, this is wrong. These people are our guests.
Wainwright: They're not people, they're things. Invaders from another world. And it's up to us to put an end to whatever they're planning. Now, if you don't tell me what I want to know, needles are going to be the least of your worries. You know, Doc, I've always wanted to see what a Martian looked like from the inside.
Nog: Don't you people have laws against this kind of thing?
Wainwright: Not when it comes to National Security. Now, which one should we start with. The loud one? The little one? Or the quiet one? Now, why don't you tell us why you're really here?
Rom: It was an accident. We're from the future. The warp core was sabotaged. It's all Cousin Gaila's fault. I want to go home! I want my Moogie.
Wainwright: Moogie?
Nog: You want the truth, I'll tell you the truth. We're advance scouts for the Ferengi invasion fleet.
Wainwright: I knew it.
Quark: Nog, what are you talking about?
Nog: We've been studying you puny Earthlings for centuries and you're ripe for conquest.
Quark: It's not true.
Rom: Moogie!
Nog: It's no use, Supreme Commander. They've seen through our cover. But knowing our plans won't do them any good. Even now three hundred Marauder-class attack cruisers are orbiting your planet preparing for the attack.
Rom: Moogie!
Quark: I'm telling you, this is crazy. Nog, tell him the truth. We're helpless. We're harmless. We just want to sell you things.
Carlson: Captain, I'm not sure I believe this invasion story.
Wainwright: You scientists, you're like children. Always walking around with your heads in the clouds. Keep talking.
Nog: When the appointed hour arrives, the Marauders will deactivate their cloaking devices and begin transporting Klingon shock troops directly to the landing zone.
Wainwright: Landing zone? Where? Tell me.
Nog: Why not? Your feeble weapons will be useless against us. We will kill all your males, and take your females to mate with.
Wainwright: Where's the landing zone?
Nog: Untie me and I will show you on that map.
Wainwright: You heard him. Go get General Denning. Tell him he was right about the Martians all along. Now show me.
Nog: The first landing parties will arrive here.
Wainwright: Where?
Nog: Here. Right by that blue blob.
Wainwright: You mean your people are going to invade Cleveland?
Nog: No, not Cleveland. Right here.
Mp: Hold it!
Garland: Don't hurt him.
Nog: It was an accident. I tripped. I didn't mean to do it. I'm really, really, sorry.
Wainwright: Shoot him.
Nog: Thank you.
Quark: We're all grateful, but couldn't you have done that an hour ago?
Carlson: We've got to get you out of here.
Rom: Won't you get in trouble for this?
Quark: Why should they? We forced them to help us by using our er
Garland: Your insidious mind control powers.
Quark: That's not bad.
Nog: For a primitive female, she's pretty smart.
Carlson: Come on. Your ship's in hangar eighteen.
Garland: Come on.
Garland: Captain Wainwright needs to see you in examination room three.
Denning: Hold it right there.
Quark: Stay back, or I'll disintegrate this hostage.
Denning: With your finger?
Quark: With my death ray.
Denning: Looks a lot like a finger to me. (The spare wheel on the jeep morphs into Odo, who knocks out the two MPs and then Denning.)
Carlson: Who's he?
Quark: My hero.
Odo: Can we please leave now?
Nog: You're sure they're going to be detonating an atomic bomb today?
Garland: That's what it said in the paper. Five a.m. at the proving grounds in Nevada. But I don't see how an atomic bomb is going to help you get home.
Rom: It's simple. We need to harness the beta radiation to trigger a cascade
Quark: Save your breath. It's much too complicated for them to grasp.
Carlson: Five a.m. That's seven minutes from now.
Rom: Don't worry. We'll get there.
Quark: Thanks for your help. You may be humans, but you're okay by me.
Garland: You don't have to thank us. I only hope that one day mankind will travel to the stars, and take its place in a vast alliance of planets.
Rom: Federation of Planets.
Garland: Excuse me?
Quark: Don't pay any attention to him. He's an idiot. Trust me, the galaxy is a pretty rough place. You people are much better off staying right here on Earth.
Odo: Let's go, Quark.
Carlson: A vast alliance of planets. You get the craziest ideas.
Wainwright: What do we do now, General?
Denning: About what, Captain? All we ever found was a crashed weather balloon.
Odo: Tell me again. What's going to happen when we get there?
Rom: We fly straight into the atomic explosion, expose the kemacite to the beta radiation and engage the warp engines. If we have enough kemacite, we should be able to create a reverse time warp and ride it home.
Nog: My dad. Always thinking.
Odo: If this doesn't work, I'm holding you personally responsible.
Quark: I don't remember inviting you on this trip.
Rom: We're at the target site. Hold on!
Quark: I don't like this.
Odo: Rom, tell your brother it's going to be all right.
Rom: It's going to be all right, brother. I hope.
Nog: Did we make it?
Rom: This doesn't look like the Divine Treasury.
Quark: What year is this?
Rom: Good question.
Odo: What's that flashing indicator?
Rom: We're being hailed!
Quark: Answer them, answer them!
Human: This is Earth Orbital Control to the unidentified Ferengi vessel. Do you need assistance?
Nog: Yes. Definitely.
Human: We'll send a ship to tractor you to a docking facility.
Rom: We'll be waiting. Well, son, it looks like you're going to get to Starfleet Academy after all.
Quark: Just remember. Under that placid Federation veneer, humans are still a bunch of violent savages.
Nog: Maybe. But I like 'em.
Rom: Oh, it's good to be home. I bet you can't wait to see the bar again.
Quark: The bar? I could've ruled the galaxy, but now I have nothing. I don't even have my ship anymore.
Rom: Look on the bright side, brother. You may've had to sell your shuttle for salvage, but at least you got enough for our passage home.
Quark: Wait 'til I get my hands on Cousin Gaila.
Odo: You're going to have to wait longer than you think. Let's go.
Quark: What are you doing?
Odo: Taking you to a holding cell. Kemacite smuggling is a serious offense.
Quark: But you have no evidence. We used all the rest of the kemacite to get back to the twenty fourth century.
Odo: Tell it to the Arbiter.
Quark: I'm innocent, I tell you. This is all a misunderstanding. Rom, get me a lawyer
Rom: I'll contact Cousin Gaila. I'm sure he'll know a good one.
Quark: Rom, you idiot!
Rom: See you in a few weeks, brother.


Kor: Walls of fire on one side, rivers of lava on the other. We snaked our way through the hot, smoldering canyon, our skin so parched and blistered it was thick as armor. Kang and Koloth and I had set out with forty legions and now only we three remained to take on T'nag's army.
Quark: You know what I like about Klingon stories, Commander? Nothing. Lots of people die and nobody makes any profit.
Kor: Chanting a battle cry Koloth attacked their flank his eyes bulging with hate and revenge. It was a magnificent sight. A disruptor in one hand and his bat'leth in the other, I saw him kill two dozen men. I'll never forget
Bashir: Do you believe a word of this?
Odo: Walking along rivers of lava, past walls of fire? Not likely.
Kira: And three against an army? Even more unlikely.
O'Brien: Yeah, but who cares? He tells it well.
Kor: Kang took the high ground and, keeping the three suns to his back, he forced the enemy to fight him against the blinding light.
Dax: When Kang told this story, you took the high ground.
Kor: Who gets the credit is of no important. What matters is this, in the end the mountainside was covered with dead so that not a square meter of ground could be seen. We found T'nag's body by the river, its waters red with blood. Which of us had slain him, no one could say for certain. So we cut out his heart and all three of us feasted on it together.
Dax: Big heart.
Kor: You need more bloodwine.
Dax: Thanks but I've had enough for a year. What I need is tea.
Dax: Mister Worf. I didn't see you come in.
Worf: I was just about to leave.
Dax: Join us. I'll introduce you to Kor.
Worf: No. It might make the Dahar Master uncomfortable. I am considered an outcast by most Klingons.
Dax: Kor isn't like most Klingons. Kor! I have someone I'd like you to meet.
Kor: Oh?
Dax: I'd like you to meet our strategic operations officer, Commander Worf.
Kor: Ah, Worf the traitor, the pariah, the lowest of the low. It's a pleasure to meet you. Any enemy of Gowron and the High Council is a friend of mine.
Worf: This is a great honor.
Kor: No doubt.
Dax: Worf is a great admirer of yours.
Worf: Yes. Please. I have heard stories about you since I was a child. Your confrontation with Kirk on Organia, your attack on Romulus, your defense of the Korama Pass
Kor: Everything I have done pales in comparison to what I am about to achieve. I am on a quest. A quest for the most revered icon in Klingon history.
Dax: Kor.
Kor: An icon that predates the Klingon Empire, an icon more sacred than the Torch of G'boj
Dax: Kor.
Kor: More revered than Sabak's armor, and more coveted than the Emperor's crown!
Worf: The Sword of Kahless.
Dax: You told me not to tell anybody.
Kor: He guessed. I know where the Sword rests. Think of the glory, the honor of finding the bat'leth of the first Warrior King
Worf: Lost for a millennium. It's return would change Klingon history. If you know where it is, we must bring it back to the Emperor.
Kor: We?
Worf: It would be an honor to accompany you, if you will have me.
Dax: We could use another strong arm.
Kor: And a stout heart. Besides, it will annoy Gowron.
Worf: To return the Sword to our people. I would give my life for that chance.
Kor: Children will sing our names for a thousand years. They'll erect statues of us in the Hall of Heroes.
Dax: Before you decide on a pose for that statue, we need to find the Sword. What makes you so sure you know where it is?
Kor: This.
Kor: You see?
Dax: See what?
Kor: The imprint on the cloth.
Worf: Yes! Yes! This held the Sword of Kahless.
Dax: Don't be so sure. You could carpet this station with all the authentic Shrouds of the Sword that people have tried to peddle.
Kor: No one tried to peddle this. It was given to me.
Dax: By whom?
Kor: I'll tell you everything later. Now I need you to confirm its authenticity.
Dax: I'll look this over in the lab first thing in the morning.
Worf: Why not right now?
Dax: Right now my head is swimming in bloodwine and I'm going to bed. And so should you.
Kor: Absolutely. As soon as I finish what's left in my cup. Maj ram, blood brother.
Dax: Maj ram.
Kor: Imagine the look on Gowron's face when we present the sword to the Emperor.
Lethean: Kor
Lethean: Open your mind.
Kor: What?
Dax: Couldn't find the bed?
Kor: Damn that Ferengi and his replicated bloodwine.
Dax: Worf looked a little bleary-eyed in Ops this morning. How late did you keep him up?
Kor: Until that toad-faced Ferengi threw us out of his bar.
Dax: And then where did you go?
Kor: Worf's quarters, I think. That's right. He had a bottle of Yridian brandy he was saving for a special occasion.
Dax: Like meeting you.
Kor: He was honored to join our quest. That is, if there's going to be a quest. What did you find?
Dax: I found both Klingon and Hur'q DNA on the cloth. And traces of metallic compounds that could only have been left by a Klingon bat'leth. A bat'leth fourteen hundred years old.
Kor: The time of Kahless! I never doubted it. When do we leave?
Dax: After I talk to Captain Sisko, and after you answer a few questions. Now, where did you get this?
Sisko: The Gamma Quadrant.
Dax: A Vulcan geological survey team was mining bakrinium on an uncharted planet when they accidentally unearthed some ancient ruins. They brought back several artifacts to study, including the cloth.
Worf: Kor was the Klingon ambassador to Vulcan.
Dax: When he saw the cloth, Kor recognized the markings and got them to give it to him as a gift. They didn't realize it, but the markings were Hur'q.
Sisko: Hur'q? That's the Klingon word for outsiders, isn't it?
Worf: Yes. The Hur'q invaded our homeworld over one thousand years ago. Whatever they could not pillage, they destroyed. They took the Sword and my people have been searching for it ever since. It is said its return will bring back a new era of glory for the Klingon Empire. With the Sword, the Emperor will be able to unite my people again.
Sisko: And if two Starfleet officers were involved in recovering the Sword, that might go a long way toward patching things up between the Klingons and us.
Worf: That is my hope as well, Captain.
Sisko: What about you, old man? You want to go along for the adventure?
Dax: Hard to pass up a good quest.
Sisko: I suppose you'll want a runabout?
Worf: The Rio Grande is available.
Sisko: Try to bring it back in one piece.
Dax: We'll do our best. Benjamin, thanks.
Dax: Mister Worf, lay in a course for the wormhole.
Worf: Course laid in.
Dax: Ahead half
Kor: Wait. Let this moment be remembered. For on this day, we three, Kor, Dahar Master of the Klingons, Jadzia Dax, a joined Trill of seven lives, and Worf, son of Mogh and thorn in Gowron's side, together stepped forth into the eye of destiny.
Dax: Now?
Kor: Now.
Dax: Ahead half thrusters.
Kor: Glorious.
Dax: Hey.
Worf: Forgive me, Commander.
Dax: It's a little crowded in here.
Worf: I would have used the aft quarters for my exercise, but the Dahar Master is resting.
Dax: I know. I heard him snoring through the bulkhead.
Worf: Commander, I wish to thank you for introducing me to Kor. It is an honor to be here.
Dax: And I'm glad he invited you, even if it does make things a little crowded.
Kor: Ahh. I slept like an Alvanian cave sloth. But I had the most magnificent dream. I dreamt that the three of us were in the Hall of Heroes presenting the bat'leth to the Emperor. We stood near the statues of Kang and Koloth and as the crowd sang our names, the most astonishing thing happened. Their statues came to life. Kang and Koloth were flesh and blood again, and we held the Sword high. Kang, Koloth and Kor. Together again.
Worf: We have assumed a standard orbit.
Dax: I'm reading a series of interconnected structures and tunnels several kilometers beneath the surface.
Kor: And that is all that remains of the Hur'q, the great plunderers of the galaxy. And now it is time for us to reclaim what is ours.
Dax: Assuming we can find where to look. It's a big planet.
Kor: The Vulcan survey team was meticulous. They mapped the entire area during their mining operation. Now the Sword should be in the chamber that once was the Central Museum, along with all the other great treasures looted by the Hur'q. It's the structure furthest north.
Worf: There is a forcefield around that chamber.
Kor: The Vulcans told me they couldn't get through it. We'll be the first inside.
Dax: Why didn't you mention this forcefield before?
Kor: Oh, it's not important. I know you'll get past it.
Dax: We should be just outside the forcefield.
Worf: The main chamber must be back there.
Dax: Let's get to work. First we need to modulate the field destabilizers to create an interference pattern.
Dax: It's not working.
Worf: Try reversing the polarity.
Dax: That helped. Now if we can just increase the amplitude of the interference field.
Kor: Well done, my friends.
Worf: The air.
Kor: Foul, isn't it? This place has been undisturbed for hundreds of years. Come.
Dax: It's been ransacked.
Worf: The Vulcans may not have gotten in here, but someone did.
Dax: Whoever did this has taken everything. I'm sorry, Kor.
Kor: Don't be sorry for me, be sorry for the Empire.
Worf: If we could find out who did this, we might be able to track them down.
Kor: For all we know, the Sword is halfway across the galaxy by now.
Dax: Sounds like a worthy quest.
Kor: For you and Worf, perhaps, but not for me. My last chance for glory dies here.
Worf: Commander. Take a look at this.
Worf: The dust. It does not reach the wall. DAX.: Something must be repelling it. I'm getting a faint electrostatic charge along this section.
Kor: Another forcefield?
Worf: Masked by a holographic projection.
Kor: Are you saying there may be another chamber behind it?
Dax: If there is, I don't know how we can get to it. This shield has completely different harmonics than the one at the entrance.
Worf: This, this is a sensor focused on the area directly in front of the forcefield.
Dax: It must be keyed to read lifesigns.
Kor: Why?
Worf: So only Hur'q can enter.
Dax: If you're right we're going to need a Hur'q tour guide to get us through.
Worf: We may be able to fool the sensor into thinking that we are Hur'q.
Dax: We can reconfigure the tricorder to emit Hur'q lifesigns.
Worf: Exactly.
Dax: I still have the DNA readings we got from the cloth.
Dax: I feel like a Hur'q already.
Worf: I cannot believe it.
Kor: For a thousand years, our people have dreamed of this moment.
Dax: The age, the composition, the design, everything's right.
Kor: How can you doubt it? Look at it.
Worf: It is more beautiful than I imagined. You should be the first to hold it.
Dax: How does it feel?
Kor: Good. Very, very good. To think Kahless himself once held this Bat'leth.
Worf: With it he slew Molor, conquered the Fek'Ihri and forged the first Empire. And now I hold it in my hands.
Dax: We should go. The field destabilizers won't hold for long.
Klingon: Stop where you are.
Toral: Well, Kor, it seems you were right. You did find the Sword.
Kor: Who are you?
Toral: Ask your friend.
Worf: This is Toral, from the House of Duras.
Toral: It is good to see you too, Worf. Seems you were too drunk to remember me or the tavern on Torna Four? You held us all spellbound with a tale of a Hur'q cloth and how it was going to lead you to the Sword. I was so intrigued that I sent my friend here to see what else you knew.
Dax: What do you want?
Toral: What we all want. The Sword.
Worf: The Sword is for the Emperor.
Toral: Who will be so grateful he'll give Kor his statue and perhaps even forgive your dishonor? I'm afraid I have different plans for the Sword.
Worf: You think that if you give the Emperor the Sword, he will restore your family's seat on the High Council.
Toral: I'm not giving the Emperor anything. With the Sword in my hand, I'll be leading the Empire! I can see from your face, Worf, that you regret having spared my life. Now give it to me.
Kor: No.
Toral: Then I'm afraid we'll have to take it.
Worf: If he wants it, give it to him.
Dax: Let's go!
Dax: We need to stop the bleeding. We'd better get you up to the ship. Dax to Rio Grande.
Worf: That is a Klingon jamming signal.
Dax: Can we override it?
Worf: Maybe from the surface.
Dax: Kor, go make sure no one's following us.
Kor: Did you see the face of that Klingon that I killed? It was as if he understood the honor bestowed upon him. The first man in a thousand years to be killed by the Sword of Kahless.
Dax: I'm sure he was very proud.
Worf: We should keep moving. Toral will find a way past the forcefield.
Kor: Why did Toral say you had spared his life?
Worf: When it was diskovered that the House of Duras had conspired to destroy my father's honor, Gowron offered me Toral's life.
Kor: Under the Right of Vengeance.
Worf: I declined.
Kor: Why?
Worf: He was a boy. He had done nothing.
Kor: That's beside the point. It was a matter of honor.
Dax: It was Worf's right to decline.
Kor: It was a mistake! Perhaps what they say about you is true. You've been around humans too long.
Dax: Kor!
Kor: If he hadn't spared Toral's life, we'd be on the way to Kronos.
Worf: And if you had not been drunk and told a tavernfull of people what you were planning, Toral would not have followed us here in the first place.
Kor: I told them nothing of consequence. How could I know Toral was going to send a Lethean to steal my thoughts.
Worf: You should have been more diskreet.
Kor: And you should have been more of a Klingon!
Dax: Kor, what was that all about? Worf admires you. You have no idea how much it meant for him to be invited on this journey.
Kor: Tell me, Dax, how well do you know him?
Dax: Well enough. Why?
Kor: I'm beginning to think I was too lenient in my judgment of him. Any Klingon who denies himself the Right of Vengeance is no Klingon at all. He dishonors the Sword with his presence. I don't trust him. I should have let him stay on that space station where he belongs.
Dax: Worf.
Kor: HoH!
Dax: What is it?
Kor: Lunch!
Kor: Delicious, isn't it?
Worf: A hunt builds the appetite.
Dax: It's disgusting.
Kor: Ah, but it'll make a good part of the story. How we slew the beast. Remember? It attacked us from the dark, five meters long.
Dax: Oh, ten, at least.
Kor: Eyes ablaze, fangs like daggers.
Dax: Breathing great plumes of fire.
Kor: It seems the son of Mogh is not amused.
Worf: A true warrior has no need to exaggerate his feats.
Kor: You'd better hope that I exaggerate or when they start singing songs about this quest, they'll come to your verse and it will be, and Worf came along.
Worf: This is the Sword of Kahless. It is not something to shovel food into your mouth! It must be treated with honor.
Kor: Look at him. He's like the Hur'q. He thinks it's a museum piece. Why, Kahless himself used it to skin the serpent of Xol, to harvest his father's field, to carve a statue of his own beloved. It's a sword! But Worf doesn't know what to do with it, except bow before front of it and then hand it over to his precious Emperor.
Worf: And when we do, you will get your precious statue. And after they have sung songs about you and you have passed out from too much drink, the Emperor will use the Sword to unite our people.
Kor: If Gowron allows him. The Emperor is merely his puppet.
Worf: The Emperor is no one's puppet. He condemned Gowron's invasion of Cardassia.
Kor: And the invasion went ahead despite his objection.
Worf: That is why the Emperor needs the Sword. It will allow him to unify the Houses against Gowron.
Kor: The Emperor is a pretender, a clone of the original Kahless cooked up in a vat by ambitious clerics. And if you hadn't supported him, he'd be right back in that vat where he came from.
Worf: I supported him because we need him. He can unite us.
Kor: The Sword will unite us, if it's held by a true Klingon. Not a politician like Gowron or some toothless figurehead like the Emperor. The Sword must rest in the hands of someone who has been hardened by battle, pure of heart, who understands loyalty and honor. A warrior like Kang and Koloth!
Worf: Someone like you?
Kor: The Empire could do far worse.
Dax: We should get moving.
Worf: Are you saying it is your intention to lead the Empire?
Kor: I'm saying it's my intention to lead us to the surface.
Dax: We have to change your bandage.
Worf: No. We must keep moving.
Dax: You're hemorrhaging. We have to stop the bleeding.
Kor: That cave-rat was all bones. I need another one.
Dax: Find a nice fat one. We all could use something to eat.
Worf: He never answered my question about his plans for the Sword.
Dax: I noticed.
Worf: He is a hero to many. If he brings it back with him to Kronos and decides to seize power, many will follow him.
Dax: But you wouldn't?
Worf: He is not all I thought he was.
Dax: Maybe not. Sorry. But I've known him a long time, and his heart's in the right place.
Worf: He drinks too much. He exaggerates his feats. He blames others for his own mistakes. But he could be right about one thing. The Emperor may be too weak to stand against Gowron, even with the Sword.
Dax: I thought you believed in the Emperor.
Worf: I do not know what I believe anymore. All I know is when Kor asked me to help find the Sword, I knew we would succeed. I knew we would find it!
Dax: I can't say I felt the same way.
Worf: I had no doubt. I felt as if my life was finally coming into focus.
Dax: What do you mean?
Worf: For as long as I can remember, I have always been an outsider. I was raised by humans, but I was too Klingon to be one of them. I did not belong. I begged my foster parents to allow me to visit the Klingon homeworld. They arranged for me to stay with my cousin's family. When I first set eyes on the Great Domes of Kronos, I felt that I had finally come home. But my own cousins wanted nothing to do with me.
Dax: You were too human to be one of them.
Worf: I ran away into the mountains. I was without food or water for three days. But there, in the caves of No'Mat, Kahless appeared to me in a vision and told me I would do something no other Klingon had ever done. After I returned to Earth, I pondered the meaning of his words and wondered what lay ahead for me. When I was old enough, I joined Starfleet.
Dax: Something no Klingon had ever done.
Worf: And for a time, I thought that I had fulfillled my destiny, but I now see that Kahless had something else in mind for me. Something, something greater. That is why I had to endure so much pain, why I was forced to choose between the Federation and my own people. I was being tested, prepared for some greater purpose.
Dax: Like finding the Sword
Worf: More than that. When I held the Sword in my hands, I felt the spirit of Kahless himself had guided me to it. Don't you see? He wants me to have it. He wants me to lead his people!
Dax: You sound like Kor.
Worf: Kor is an old man. His greatest days are behind him. Mine are still ahead.
Dax: Then we have a bit of a problem. There's only one Sword and you both want it.
Kor: How much further?
Dax: The way these caves wind around, this could take forever.
Dax: Or longer.
Kor: We can't get across. We'll go back and find another way up.
Worf: Wait. There
Worf: Kor, there is a ledge right below you.
Kor: I don't see it.
Worf: It is less than one meter down. Let go and you'll land on it.
Kor: Dax, can you see it?
Dax: I can't see anything.
Worf: I can't hold you! You'll have to let go.
Kor: There is no ledge.
Worf: It is there.
Kor: Then you let go.
Worf: No! We cannot risk losing the Sword. Let go!
Kor: I'll take the Sword to my grave before I give it to you.
Dax: Just hold on. We'll pull you up.
Kor: You call that a ledge?
Worf: It would've been sufficient.
Kor: For a Degebian mountain goat, not a Klingon warrior. You were going to let me fall. You wanted me to die so you could keep the Sword for yourself.
Worf: And you were willing to take the Sword to your death and rob our people of their future.
Kor: Give it to me!
Dax: That's enough, both of you.
Worf: I will not give him the Sword.
Dax: Then give it to me. I'll carry it. Kor, put away your dagger.
Kor: Are you siding with him?
Dax: Put away your dagger so he can give me the bat'leth.
Kor: You see. I was right. He's not to be trusted.
Worf: His mind has been poisoned by bloodwine and age.
Dax: He was right about one thing. You wanted him to fall. That ledge would have never supported him and you knew it.
Worf: I did not force him off that cliff. He is old and clumsy. If he'd have fallen, it would have been his own fault.
Dax: I'm exhausted.
Worf: Commander. We can rest in here for a few hours.
Dax: I'm so tired I think I might be able to sleep.
Worf: I will take the first watch.
Kor: How generous of you. And we'll just curl up like trusting children under your vigilant gaze.
Worf: Sleep or do not sleep. It makes no difference to me.
Kor: You're wounded. I should take the first watch. You get some rest. You close your eyes.
Worf: I'm not tired.
Kor: I understand. It's hard to sleep in the presence of something so magnificent. Someone might try to steal it.
Worf: You reveal your own intentions.
Dax: Enough! I have the Sword and it's not going anywhere.
Kor: What was that?
Worf: I heard nothing.
Kor: A voice. I hear it again. It's the Spirit of Kahless. He is talking to you, Worf. He's telling you to bide your time. Let them sleep and then slit their throats and claim your destiny.
Worf: I have had enough of your drunken ramblings, old man.
Dax: And I have had enough of both of you. I don't care if you sleep or not, but I'm going to. So be quiet.
Kor: Go ahead and sleep, Dax. I'll keep an eye on him.
Worf: I have had enough!
Dax: What?
Worf: His eyes. He has been staring at me for three hours.
Kor: And what have you seen reflected in my eyes? Your own guilt, gnawing at you.
Dax: All right, if you're not going to sleep, then let's walk.
Kor: I'm not going anywhere with this traitorous p'tak.
Worf: This ends here.
Kor: Agreed.
Dax: I'm not going to stand here and watch
Worf: You stay out of this!
Kor: This is between us. We'll settle it in our own way.
Dax: Let's get out of here.
Kor: MaH HIv DaH!
Dax: He's going to get himself killed.
Worf: No, no. He has the Sword. HIv DaH!
Kor: It's mine!
Dax: Kor! Commander! Worf! Stop!
Kor: Dax, I knew in the end you'd choose me. We're blood brothers
Dax: Be quiet.
Dax: Now, about that jamming device you're using to block our communications.
Kor: Are you sure of this, Worf?
Worf: Yes. Yes, it is the only way.
Kor: Do we have the right? This Sword belongs to all Klingons.
Worf: But are we ready for it? The Sword turned you and me against each other. Imagine how it would divide the Empire.
Kor: Just let me hold it one last time.
Worf: The Sword is not meant for us. It was never our destiny to find it.
Kor: You're wrong. It was our destiny to find it. It just wasn't our destiny to keep it.
Worf: It is done.
Dax: Good. It's for the best.
Kor: I hope you're right. It could be lost for another thousand years.
Worf: When it is destined to be found, it will be.