Leeta: Excuse me. You're Doctor Bashir, aren't you?
Bashir: That's right.
Leeta: I'm Leeta. I've been meaning to come by the Infirmary to see you.
Bashir: Oh, dear. How long have you had that cough?
Leeta: A few days now.
Bashir: May I? Cough for me.
Bashir: Hmm.
Leeta: Is it serious, Doctor?
Bashir: No, but it's a good thing you came to me when you did. We need to start your treatment immediately. Bring me a Fanalian toddy, very hot. Make that two. I'm feeling a bit of a cough coming on myself.
Leeta: I'm sorry to hear that, Doctor.
Bashir: No, please, call me
Dax: Julian.
Bashir: Hi.
Dax: I'm Jadzia.
Leeta: Leeta
Bashir: Before I forget, here's the immunological data you asked for.
Dax: How nice of you to put it together for me so quickly. I think I'll go over it right now. Oh, by the way, I hear the Lexington's docking here for a few days.
Bashir: The Lexington?
Bashir: Excuse me for just one second. Stay there.
Bashir: Jadzia. Do you happen to know when the Lexington is coming in?
Dax: Three weeks. Don't you have a friend aboard?
Bashir: Do I?
Dax: The medical officer. Elizabeth Lense?
Bashir: Elizabeth Lense. You know, I think she may have been in my class at Starfleet Medical.
Dax: Wasn't she valedictorian?
Bashir: That's right.
Dax: And you were salutatorian?
Bashir: Second in my class. But if I hadn't mistaken that pre-ganglionic fiber
Dax: For a post-ganglionic nerve. I know.
Bashir: I would've been valedictorian.
Dax: You must be looking forward to seeing her.
Bashir: I can hardly wait.
Sisko: Hey, Jake-o!
Jake: Hey, Dad.
Sisko: Hey.
Jake: What is this?
Sisko: I just thought it was time for a change. What do you think?
Jake: I like it. How was Bajor?
Sisko: Beautiful. You should've come with me.
Jake: The re-opening of some old library isn't exactly my idea of a good time.
Sisko: This wasn't just some old library. We're talking about the most extensive collection of Bajoran antiquities on the planet. I saw manuscripts that date back to before the fall of the First Republic.
Jake: Great.
Sisko: Here. Look at this.
Jake: What is this, some kind of ship?
Sisko: According to legend, the ancient Bajorans used ships like these to explore their star system eight hundred years ago
Jake: You mean that when humans were first sailing across the oceans, Bajorans were already going to other planets?
Sisko: Some scholars say they made it all the way to Cardassia.
Jake: That seems hard to believe. What are these?
Sisko: Solar sails. These ships were propelled by light pressure.
Jake: Like a sailboat catching the wind.
Sisko: Exactly.
Jake: I wonder if a ship like that could really fly?
Sisko: I don't know. That's why I'm going to build one.
Sisko: I'm expecting a lumber shipment from Bajor this afternoon.
O'Brien: Okay.
Sisko: Which reminds me. I'll need a saber saw.
O'Brien: A saber saw?
Sisko: You know, to cut wood.
O'Brien: Why not use a laser cutter?
Sisko: Oh, no. I want to use the same types of tools the Bajorans had. This will do fine, Major. As soon as these cargo containers are out of the way, I'll start construction.
O'Brien: Sir, I've looked over the specifications you brought back from Bajor. I'm not sure this design is spaceworthy, and I'm positive a ship like this could never have made it from Bajor to Cardassia.
Kira: Now why would you say that?
O'Brien: At sublight speeds, the trip would've taken them years, and that's assuming ideal conditions. One unexpected ion storm in the Denorias Belt would've torn the sails to pieces and left them stranded.
Kira: Well, maybe they were lucky and they didn't go into any storms.
O'Brien: I just don't see how this ship could've made the trip. They didn't even have replicators back then. They would've had to store their air supply and there's only enough room on board for a few weeks worth.
Kira: Well maybe they recycled it somehow, used some kind of photosynthetic plant.
O'Brien: Yeah, maybe.
Kira: Oh, you sound just like a Cardassian.
O'Brien: I beg your pardon?
Kira: They've denied the possibility of ancient contact for decades because they cannot stand the idea of Bajor having interstellar flight before they did.
O'Brien: With all due respect, Major, you're beginning to sound like a Romulan.
Kira: A Romulan?
O'Brien: There is no piece of technology in existence they don't claim they invented before everyone else.
Sisko: Look, I don't plan to spend the next few years sailing to Cardassia. All I want is to build one of these ships and prove that it's spaceworthy.
O'Brien: A computer model could do that. And why go to all that trouble?
Sisko: Why? Because it'll be fun.
Sisko: Oh, yes.
Sisko: You know, I've been thinking. According to the star charts, the most difficult part of the trip between Bajor and Cardassia would be getting through the Denorias Belt. After that, it would be smooth sailing the rest of the way.
Jake: Really.
Sisko: Just making that part of the trip would go a long way towards demonstrating that the Bajorans could have made the journey to Cardassia.
Jake: Seems reasonable.
Sisko: It should only take about four, five days.
Jake: That's not so long.
Sisko: So?
Jake: What?
Sisko: So what do you say you come with me? We'll have a great time. The ship will be ready to go in another week.
Jake: That's when Leanne is supposed to get back from Bajor. I really want to see her, and I don't know how long she's going to be here.
Sisko: Oh, well. If you can't do it, you can't do it.
Jake: I'd like to, but it's just not good timing, you know?
Sisko: Sure. I understand.
Dax: Hi.
Sisko: Hello Jadzia.
Dax: I brought you something to eat.
Sisko: Oh, thank you. Let me just finish this welding and I'll take a break.
Dax: Benjamin, I can't believe the work you've put into this.
Sisko: I'm just following the blueprints.
Dax: But you didn't have to bother with detail like this to prove the ship is spaceworthy.
Sisko: Oh, I suppose not, but I want everything to be just right. It's an exact replica, you know, except for the gravity net I installled in the floor. Weightlessness makes me queasy.
Dax: I haven't seen you like this for a long time.
Sisko: Like what?
Dax: So caught up in something, so excited. Not since, not since you and Jennifer decided to have a baby.
Sisko: The nursery.
Dax: I don't think anyone's ever put such effort into making a room for their child.
Sisko: Well, you have to admit it turned out pretty well.
Dax: Especially the starscape on the ceiling.
Sisko: Jake loved that ceiling. In fact, when we moved out of the house, he couldn't understand why we couldn't bring it with us.
Dax: You're disappointed he's not going with you on this trip, aren't you?
Sisko: Oh, he has other things he'd rather be doing, friends he'd rather be with. It's funny. A year or two ago, nothing would've stopped him from coming with me on an adventure like this. I guess I waited too long.
Dax: You'll have other adventures, Benjamin. They'll just be different. Believe me, I know. I've been a father a couple of times, myself. Oh, I could tell you stories.
Sisko: You already have.
Dax: That's right. I have, haven't I? Then you know I'm right.
Jake: Computer, are there any messages for me?
Computer: One. A communication from Wellington, New Zealand.
Jake: Display it on screen.
Jake: Hello.
Sisko: Welcome aboard, sir.
Jake: Hey, Dad.
Sisko: So, what do you think?
Jake: Well, it's wonderful. Maybe a bit small for two people but I think I could get used to it. That is, if you still want me along.
Dax: A Survey of Cygnian Respiratory Diseases? Fascinating.
Bashir: Yeah, I'm reading just about everything I can get my hands on. I don't want to be caught flat-footed by our intrepid Doctor Lense. It's useless, of course. She's probably diskovered the cure to aging by now.
Dax: I take it the two of you are competitive?
Bashir: Absolutely. We were neck and neck right until the final exam. Then I blew it. That's how she wound up on the Lexington, a post which virtually everyone in our graduating class was hoping for.
Dax: Including you?
Bashir: No. This is the assignment I wanted.
Dax: Then what does it matter?
Bashir: Well don't you see? She could have had this post, she could have taken it from me. No matter what I accomplish while I'm here, somehow that'll always make me feel second best.
Dukat: I understand you're planning a trip.
Sisko: Word gets around.
Dukat: I can't believe that a man of your intelligence would take stock in Bajoran fairy tales about ancient contact.
Sisko: If you recall, you thought the Celestial Temple was a Bajoran fairy tale, until we diskovered the wormhole.
Dukat: I suggest you reconsider your plans. Solar vessels are very fragile, and it's a long way to the Denorias Belt at sublight speeds.
Sisko: Don't worry. I'll have emergency equipment on board. If something goes wrong, Major Kira can have a runabout to me within an hour.
Dukat: An hour can be a long time, especially if you happen to encounter something unexpected.
Sisko: Like what?
Dukat: Oh, I don't know. A Maquis ship perhaps.
Sisko: Why would the Maquis have any quarrel with an unarmed ship sailing toward the Denorias Belt. They have nothing at stake here. Nothing to prove, or should I say, disprove.
Dukat: Commander, I contacted you out of concern for your safety, but you seem to be intimating that I've made some sort of threat.
Sisko: Ah. Then I'm glad I was wrong. For a moment there I thought that you had been put in charge of the Cardassian Ministry for the Refutation of Bajoran Fairy Tales.
Dukat: Since I don't seem to be able to dissuade you from undertaking this little voyage of yours, I'll wish you luck instead. Let's hope you don't need it.
Sisko: All right. First we have to deploy the mainsails. I want you to take that winch right there. Release brakes. All right. When I give you the word, crank it with all you've got. And now.
Jake: That's as far as they'll go.
Sisko: Lock it off. All right, let's work on the spritsails.
Jake: It's just. Oh.
Sisko: All right. Now get your back into it, eh?
Jake: All right.
Sisko: That's right. We'll make a sailor out of you yet.
Sisko: These will trim the spritsails.
Jake: Now I get it.
Sisko: What?
Jake: Why you wanted to build this ship.
Sisko: It is beautiful, isn't it.
Sisko: Jake-o, trim the starboard sprit about six degrees.
Jake: Okay. How's that?
Sisko: That should do it. We'll start to pick up speed as the pressure on the sails builds.
Jake: Hey, Dad, where do we sleep?
Sisko: We have hammocks we can string up later.
Jake: Is this the bathroom?
Sisko: Yes. It was designed for a zero-gravity environment.
Jake: How am I suppose to? How are you supposed to, er?
Sisko: You'll get the hang of it. We'll be tacking against the light most of the way, and then we'll run like this for about ninety minutes or so, then come about and I'll calculate the next leg of our trip. How about something to drink?
Jake: Yeah, sure. Don't tell me we only have zero-gravity rations.
Sisko: That's all the ancient Bajorans had. Listen.
Jake: I don't hear anything.
Sisko: Exactly. Not even the hum of an engine. It's almost like being on the deck of an old sailing ship, except the stars are not just up in the sky, they're all around us. Imagine how the ancient Bajorans must have felt, heading into space in a ship like this one, not knowing what they were going to find or who they were going to meet. Jake, I know that you really didn't want to come on this trip. I just want to say I'm glad you're here.
Jake: Dad, there's something I need to talk to you about.
Sisko: What is it?
Jake: First you should read this. It's a story I wrote.
Sisko: Ah. A story. That's why you kept putting this away every time I walked into the room, huh? Well if you'll keep an eye on the rigging, I'll read it right now.
Jake: Deal.
Odo: It looked better where it was before. I thought you might want to know the Lexington docked a few minutes ago
Bashir: Already? Oh. I thought it wasn't coming for another day or two.
Odo: She's in Quark's.
Bashir: Phew. Okay.
O'Brien: Are you going to go talk to her or not?
Bashir: She's busy.
Quark: You never mentioned she was beautiful.
Bashir: I never mentioned her at all, not to you anyway.
Quark: Morn gave me three to one odds that you'll exchange awkward pleasantries for a few minutes then say goodbye. I'm betting that your charm will take you further.
Lense: Okay then. In the ship?
O'Brien: She's getting up.
Lense: See you there. Bye.
Jake: So, what do you think?
Sisko: I liked it.
Jake: You're not just saying that?
Sisko: No, no, no. It's good.
Jake: What did you think about the part where Jared thinks he's been betrayed?
Sisko: I don't think that he'd confront him with it, not right away.
Jake: Yeah, I guess he could wait until he gets back from the Demilitarized zone.
Sisko: Yeah, that'd make it more believable.
Jake: So you really think it was good, huh?
Sisko: I think it shows a lot of promise.
Jake: What? Promise?
Sisko: In a few places you're writing about things you haven't actually experienced. At least, I hope you haven't experienced. Unless you've joined the Maquis without telling me.
Jake: I can't talk about it. I had you going there.
Sisko: Jake, I really am impressed. I think you should keep writing.
Jake: I'm thinking about it.
Sisko: Don't think about it, just do it.
Jake: What I mean is, yesterday I got a communication from the Pennington School in New Zealand, and they offered me a writing fellowship
Sisko: Jake, that's terrific. I didn't realize you had applied
Jake: I didn't really. What happened is, I showed a story I wrote to Mrs O'Brien. I guess she liked it because she showed it to a friend of hers who knows someone at the school and
Sisko: A mast support gave way. The starboard sprit is fouling one of the mainsails.
Jake: Can we fix it?
Sisko: I don't think so. We're going to have to jettison the sprit. Let's fall off a little, take some pressure off the sails. Lock that down and give me a hand. One more turn. Lock it. Good work. I'm going to jettison the sprit.
Sisko: That's better, but we're still getting a lot of spill off the sails. We won't be able to make much headway with each tack. I don't think we'll be able to get to the Denorias Belt like this.
Jake: The ancient Bajorans probably ran into these kinds of problems.
Sisko: I suppose they did.
Jake: Well, did they give up and go home?
Sisko: Seems to me we're here to prove that they didn't.
Jake: What are we waiting for?
Sisko: Let's get to work. Lay out the port sprit. Coming about.
Bashir: Bring me my chariots of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land.
Bashir: That was really beautiful, Chief. You know what we should do?
O'Brien: What?
Bashir: We should go to Quark's and sing it for everybody.
O'Brien: I think we should switch to synthale.
Bashir: No! No, this isn't a synthale kind of night. She walked right past me, Chief. Acted like I wasn't even there.
O'Brien: Do you know what I think?
Bashir: What?
O'Brien: I think she's in love with you.
Bashir: I don't think so.
O'Brien: It's the only explanation. Unless, unless she really ignored you because she can't stand you.
Bashir: Isn't there some explanation in between?
O'Brien: Well, you're not an in-between kind of guy.
Bashir: What do you mean?
O'Brien: Well, people either love you or hate you.
Bashir: Really?
O'Brien: I hated you when we first met.
Bashir: I remember.
O'Brien: But now.
Bashir: But now?
O'Brien: Well, now I don't.
Bashir: That means a lot to me, Chief. It really does.
O'Brien: Really. Now that is from the heart. I really do, not hate you anymore. Hey, do you know what I think? If you want to know why she ignored you, you have got to confront her.
Bashir: You're right. I'm going to go right up to her and ask her flat out where she gets off walking past me like that.
O'Brien: Better wait until tomorrow.
Bashir: Why? Why not right now?
O'Brien: Because you can barely stand up right now.
Bashir: Good point. Good point. Good point. And did those feet O'BRIEN +
Bashir: In ancient time, Walk upon England's mountains
Sisko: Lock it. Coming about. Now. Good. Solid job. Let's take a break. String up the hammock. Hammock time.
Jake: Yo.
Sisko: Hop in. Phew. Oh, man.
Jake: Nice.
Jake: I'm okay.
Sisko: Comfortable, isn't it?
Jake: I'm fine. Yes.
Sisko: We'll make a sailor of you yet. I suppose congratulations are in order. Pennington is a good school, and very competitive.
Jake: Dad, before you say anything. I'm turning down the Fellowship.
Sisko: Turning it down? Why?
Jake: I'm just not ready to go.
Sisko: Jake, an opportunity like this doesn't come along every day/
Jake: I can defer admission for a year. If I want to go then, I still can.
Sisko: Well, that's fine, but why will things be different in a year?
Jake: I don't know. They just might be, that's all.
Sisko: I remember, Jake, I wasn't much older than you when I left for San Francisco to go to Starfleet Academy. For the first few days, I was so homesick that I'd go back to my house in New Orleans every night for dinner. I'd materialize in my living room at six thirty every night and take my seat at the table just like I had come down the stairs.
Jake: You must have used up a month's worth of transporter credits.
Sisko: My parents, they never said anything about it. Just 'how you doing, son, how was school today? They knew that I would get over being homesick soon enough. And after about the fifth, sixth day, you could pry me from that campus. Of course now, if you go to Pennington, you won't be able to beam back to the station to have dinner with your old man. After about a week or so, you'll get over it.
Jake: It's not me I'm worried about. It's you.
Sisko: Me?
Jake: If I go, you'll be all alone.
Sisko: Oh, I appreciate you thinking about me, Jake, but please don't turn down this opportunity on my account. I'll have plenty of people to keep me company. I can always eat dinner with Dax, or Doctor Bashir, or even Quark.
Jake: I guess, but I'd feel a lot better if you had someone. You know, someone special, like a girlfriend.
Sisko: I see.
Jake: Let's face it. It's been over a year since your last date. A year, Dad. You've got to make time for these things.
Sisko: I cannot believe that I'm getting advice about women from my son.
Jake: Don't think of me as your son right now. Just think of me as another guy. Another guy who happens to know a very attractive lady who wants to meet you.
Sisko: You are trying to set me up?
Jake: Well why not?
Jake: What was that?
Sisko: I'm not sure, but whatever hit us almost tore off the port mainsail.
Sisko: Main power's offline. We're moving at warp.
Jake: How can that be?
Sisko: I don't know.
Jake: What happened?
Sisko: That's a good question. There's no record of any spatial anomalies in this region.
Jake: What are these?
Sisko: Tachyon eddies. They run all through this area.
Jake: Could we have gotten caught up in one?
Sisko: No, tachyons don't have enough mass to affect a ship of. This isn't an ordinary ship. It has a lot more surface area relative to its mass.
Jake: Because of the sails.
Sisko: And since tachyons travel faster than light, it could be that their impact on the sails somehow accelerated us to warp speeds. We could be light years off course.
Jake: The question is, where did we end up?
Sisko: You check the rigging. I'll try to figure that out.
Jake: We lost the jib and port mainsail.
Sisko: Damn.
Jake: What?
Sisko: It's useless. Now we can't figure out where we are or where we're going. Guess we'll have to contact the station, let them know they have to come and get us.
Jake: We were so close. Another day and we would have made it to the Denorias Belt.
Sisko: Hey, we did pretty well getting as far as we did.
Jake: Is something wrong?
Sisko: The station's not responding.
Jake: Is the comm. unit damaged?
Sisko: Not as far as I can see. Maybe they haven't received our message yet
Jake: You think we could have been carried that far away from the station?
Sisko: I suppose it's possible.
Jake: Well, they'll find us eventually, right?
Sisko: Sure.
Bashir: Excuse me.
Lense: Yes?
Bashir: We were to medical school together. Julian Bashir.
Lense: You're Bashir?
Bashir: You sound surprised.
Lense: Well, I thought you were Andorian.
Bashir: Andorian?
Lense: Someone pointed out an Andorian to me at a party and said that that was Julian Bashir. It was New Year's Eve at Bruce Lucier's, four years ago.
Bashir: I did go to that party. May I?
Lense: Yes.
Bashir: With my friend, Erit. He's Andorian. No, thank you.
Lense: I must've gotten you mixed up. All these years, I thought you were someone else.
Bashir: Didn't you see me give my speech at graduation?
Lense: No, I was backstage waiting to give my speech. I was so nervous I almost passed out.
Bashir: I know the feeling.
Lense: So. You gave me quite a run for my money. If it hadn't been for that pre-ganglionic fiber
Bashir: You know about that?
Lense: I know that if you hadn't got that wrong you would be valedictorian.
Bashir: Well, I never got a chance to congratulate you.
Lense: Seems like a long time ago, doesn't it?
Bashir: Not so long. So, you got the Lexington. You must have had quite an adventure, exploring uncharted space, meeting fascinating new races with fascinating new diseases.
Lense: Actually, it ended up being more of a charting expedition. Sometimes it would be months between planetary systems. You wouldn't believe how excited I would get if we actually found something living, even if it was just moss under a rock. Don't take this the wrong way but, there were times when I regretted not taking your assignment.
Bashir: Really.
Lense: I read your paper on the immuno-therapy project you've been doing on Bajor. It was brilliant.
Bashir: Thank you.
Lense: I really envy the opportunity you have to work on that kind of long-term project. On the Lexington, it was collect your samples and then on to the next system.
Bashir: I suppose I was lucky.
Lense: What's happening on Bajor? Were you able to get the T-cell anomalies under control?
Bashir: If you're really that interested, we should go to the Infirmary and I can show you my latest results.
Lense: I'd love it.
Quark: Morn, about that bet. I believe the odds were three to one.
Jake: So, Dad, we're not going to run out of air or anything, are we?
Sisko: Don't worry, somebody'll find us before that happens. So, tell me about this woman you want me to meet?
Jake: Well, she's a freighter captain.
Sisko: A freighter captain?
Jake: Dad, trust me, you'll like her.
Sisko: All right, I'll agree to meet her on one condition.
Jake: What?
Sisko: That you agree not to base your decision about going to Pennington on how our date turns out.
Jake: Don't worry, I won't. I've already decided to wait at least a year.
Sisko: Why?
Jake: Well, I've heard that you can only write about what you've experienced. And you've got to admit, Deep Space Nine is a pretty good place to get experience.
Jake: Dad!
Sisko: It appears we've got company.
Jake: What do you think they want?
Sisko: Looks like we're about to find out. What can I do for you, Dukat?
Dukat: Well, I wanted to be the first one to congratulate you.
Sisko: Congratulate me?
Dukat: On managing to make it all the way here.
Sisko: All the way where?
Dukat: Don't you know? You've just entered the Cardassian system.
Jake: The tachyon eddy. It must've taken us past the Denorias Belt and brought us here.
Sisko: The same thing must've happened to the ancient Bajorans.
Jake: We did it! We proved the trip was possible.
Dukat: I hate to interrupt your celebration, Commander, but I've been asked to convey a message from the Cardassian Government. Your voyage is a testament to the spirit of the ancient Bajorans who first ventured out into space. It could not be more appropriate that your arrival coincides with the diskovery here on Cardassia of an ancient crash site, a site that our archeologists believe contains the remnants of one of the Bajoran vessels whose journey you have just recreated.
Sisko: What an amazing coincidence.
Dukat: Yes, isn't it. Welcome.


Jake: Hey, Dad.
Sisko: Jake-o. Take your seat. Dinner's almost ready.
Jake: Let me guess, you've convinced the Peljenites to exchange ambassadors with the Federation.
Sisko: How did you know that?
Jake: You're cooking chicken paprikish.
Sisko: Paprikash.
Jake: You only cook Hungarian food when you're in a really good mood.
Sisko: You know, I always said that you are a smart child.
Jake: Runs in the family. You know, I've got some good news, too. Captain Yates is back on the station. Kasidy Yates.
Sisko: Who?
Jake: The freighter captain I told you about.
Sisko: The one you want me to meet?
Jake: I could invite her over for dinner. How about tomorrow night?
Sisko: Jake, I think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here. I know you want me to meet her, and I will. Just let me handle it my way.
Jake: You're going to like her, Dad.
Sisko: You never know.
Quark: The place is packed. Where's Nog?
Rom: I gave him the night off.
Quark: You what?
Rom: He's studying for his Starfleet exams. He's a very dedicated student.
Quark: He's a disgrace to his family and to Ferengi everywhere. He should be here, helping us earn profit, not in his room, learning how to be more like a human.
Rom: He doesn't want to be human, brother. He just wants to join Starfleet.
Quark: It's the same thing. Don't you see? That's is how it begins. All it takes is for one impressionable youngster to join Starfleet, and the next thing you know, a whole generation of Ferengi will be quoting the Prime Directive and abandoning the pursuit of latinum. It's the end of Ferengi civilisation as we know it and it's all your fault.
Rom: Relax, brother. Nog isn't going to destroy the Ferengi way of life. He just wants a job with better hours.
Brunt: You must be Quark.
Quark: That's me. What can I do for you?
Brunt: Brunt. FCA.
Rom: The Ferengi Commerce Authority.
Quark: A Writ of Accountability.
Rom: We're in trouble. All right, everyone. The bar is closed. Everybody out. Go, go, go. Now, everybody. This way. Out. Everybody out.
Rom: So, how do you get to be an FCA liquidator anyway?
Brunt: Hard work, bribes, sucking up to the boss. Just like any other job. Are these all your assets? QUARK +
Rom: Yes. No.
Quark: Down to the last slip of latinum.
Brunt: You realize concealing financial information from the FCA could result in severe fines?
Quark: I would never dream of trying to hide anything from the FCA.
Brunt: We'll see.
Quark: Could I look over those figures again?
Brunt: Yes.
Quark: Wait a minute. That can't be right. Rom, you forgot to include the profit figures for the tulaberry wine franchise.
Rom: But you told me
Quark: Go get them. Now.
Rom: Yes, brother.
Quark: You'll have to excuse Rom. He means well, but he can be a lobeless idiot sometimes.
Brunt: Please provide a dermal imprint for FCA records.
Quark: But you haven't even told me what I'm being charged with.
Brunt: No. I haven't.
Quark: Oh. How rude of me. For your trouble.
Brunt: You're being charged with violating Ferengi Trade Bylaws subsection one thousand twenty seven, paragraph three.
Quark: Subsection one thousand twenty seven, paragraph three? I'm not sure I'm familiar with that one.
Brunt: Well in that case you need a copy of the Bylaws.
Quark: Which you just happen to have.
Quark: Subsection one thousand twenty seven, paragraph three. Improper supervision of a family member?
Brunt: You are being held accountable for the criminal activities of one Ishka, daughter of Adred, wife of Keldar.
Quark: Ishka? You mean our mother. What's she done?
Brunt: She's charged with earning profit.
Rom: Earning profit? Our Moogie?
Quark: Odo, I'm holding you personally responsible for the safety of my bar and my personal possessions for as long as I'm off the station. And make sure my thieving brother doesn't touch anything.
Odo: Going somewhere?
Quark: Back to the homeworld to take care of some business.
Odo: A little trouble with the FCA?
Quark: How'd you know? I won't be gone long. All I've got to do is get my mother to confess to her crimes and I'll be on the next transport back to the station.
Odo: Your mother? What's she done?
Quark: It doesn't matter. The important thing is I'm required by law to get her to admit her wrongdoing, make reparations and reveal her accomplices. And that's what I'm going to do.
Odo: Assuming she cooperates.
Quark: Well, she'd better. I have no intention of spending my latinum to make restitution for her crimes. I will wring that confession out of her if I have to.
Odo: This is your mother you're talking about?
Quark: Don't remind me.
Kira: Chief O'Brien wants to know when you can stop by and inspect the new runabout.
Sisko: I will be available at fourteen hundred hours. Tell him I want to name it the Rubicon.
Kira: The Rubicon it is. You know, the rate we go through runabouts, it's a good thing the Earth has so many rivers.
Dax: Have you met her yet?
Sisko: Met who?
Dax: Captain Yates.
Sisko: How did you know about her?
Dax: Jake introduced us. So are you going to ask her to dinner?
Sisko: I'm considering it. What did you think about her?
Dax: Let me just put it this way. If I were Curzon, I'd have stolen her from you by now.
Sisko: That's one of the reasons I'm glad you're not Curzon anymore.
Rom: Brother, wait. I'm coming with you.
Quark: No, you're not.
Rom: Yes, I am.
Quark: What did I tell you about contradicting me?
Rom: You told me not to do it.
Quark: That's right. So you're going to stay here and watch over the bar while I'm gone.
Rom: No, I'm not. The bar's closed. There's no reason why I can't come along.
Quark: You want a reason? I'll give you a reason. I don't want you to. And you know why? Because you'll just take her side.
Rom: You mean Moogie?
Quark: Yes, I mean Moogie. Stop calling her by that infantile nickname.
Rom: But she likes it.
Quark: Well, I don't.
Rom: Well, she does.
Quark: You see? You always take her side.
Rom: Somebody has to. After all, she is our mother. Now, I'm coming with you and that's final.
Quark: All right. Fine. Come if you want. Just remember one thing. This is between Moogie, I mean Mother, and me. So if you know what's good for you, you'll stay out of the way.
Quark: Welcome to our home.
Quark: Please place your imprint on the legal waivers and deposit your admission fee in the box by the door. Remember, my house is my house.
Brunt: As are its contents.
Rom: It's good to be back, isn't it, brother?
Quark: Now that you mention it, no.
Rom: But you haven't been here in twenty years.
Quark: And if I had my way, I would have been gone another twenty.
Rom: Mother certainly has been acquiring quite a few new things. Doubtlessly with the generous stipend you give her. Look, brother. The latinum tooth-sharpener I used when we were children.
Quark: All I had was a cheap wooden chewstick.
Brunt: Excuse me for interrupting, but we do have business to attend to. As a registered liquidator, it's my duty to present a formal list of the infractions committed by your mother. You have three days to obtain an admission of guilt from the accused.
Quark: Three days? Is that all?
Brunt: If you're not able to obtain a confession, your mother will be placed in indentured servitude and you will be required to make restitution for her crimes. Do you understand everything I've said to you?
Ishka: He understands, all right. Not that it matters. I'm not confessing to anything.
Rom: Moogie!
Ishka: It's good to see you, son. You look well.
Rom: And you look dressed.
Ishka: Oh, now, now, now.
Brunt: Your mother is wearing clothes.
Quark: Mother, get undressed this instant.
Ishka: Hello, Quark. You haven't changed a bit.
Brunt: Perhaps I should leave.
Ishka: Perhaps you should.
Brunt: Was she addressing me?
Quark: No, no, no, not at all.
Ishka: Of course I was. This is my home and I'll speak to whomever I want.
Rom: But Moogie, he's a stranger, and you're a female.
Ishka: It's all right, Rom. I know what I'm doing.
Brunt: Perhaps you do, but I will not stand here and be spoken to by a female.
Quark: Wait. I'm sure there's an explanation.
Brunt: You have three days to get your house in order.
Quark: Now, see what you've done?
Ishka: Quark, you're upsetting your brother.
Quark: He's not the only one who's upset. Not that anyone cares how I feel.
Ishka: That's not true. I care.
Quark: Then imprint this and take off those clothes.
Ishka: I'm not doing anything of the kind.
Quark: Yes you are. You're going to make a full confession, so that I can go back to my bar and pretend none of this has ever happened.
Rom: You mean we're leaving so soon?
Ishka: Rom, this is your home. You can stay as long as you like. Or leave whenever you like. It's up to you.
Rom: Same old Moogie.
Quark: Yeah.
Odo: Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?
Bashir: Well, I don't know if I would call it necessary.
O'Brien: Constable, there's no telling how long Quark will be away. All we want is our dartboard.
Odo: Can't you just replicate another one?
Bashir: We could
O'Brien: But we're not going to. That's our dartboard and we want it back. If Quark was going to run off, the least he could do is give us some warning so we could retrieve our property.
Bashir: It's the principle of the thing.
Odo: Well, getting it back might not be as simple as you think. This is one of Rom's special security locks. I've never seen anything so convoluted.
Sisko: Gentlemen, is there a problem?
Odo: Ah. Well, it seems Quark has locked some of Chief O'Brien and Doctor Bashir's personal property inside the bar.
Sisko: Ah. Let me guess. Your lucky dartboard?
O'Brien: We never said it was a lucky dartboard.
Bashir: We're just used to playing on it, that's all.
Sisko: A little defensive, aren't they? Ah well, it looks like it's a tripartite microsealing mechanism. It's going to take you a long time to get through that one. If you want any suggestions, I'll be in cargo bay
O'Brien: Four.
Sisko: Seven.
O'Brien: Oh, I just thought
Sisko: Thought what?
O'Brien: I thought you were going to talk to the freighter captain.
Bashir: You know. Jake's friend.
Sisko: How do you two know about her?
Bashir: The Chief told me.
Sisko: Exactly how many people has Jake told about this woman?
O'Brien: Everyone.
Rom: Tube grubs, extra juicy, just the way you like them.
Quark: What are you doing?
Rom: Serving dinner.
Quark: That's mother's job.
Rom: She's not feeling well.
Quark: Not feeling well? Wait a minute, that's not bad. We could say she's having emotional problems. We might even be able to get the FCA to drop the charges in light of her illness.
Rom: Actually, all she has is a slight rash. Her skin's still a little sensitive to clothing.
Quark: That's hardly an excuse not to serve her sons dinner. Look at this. She hasn't even softened these grubs for us.
Rom: You know Moogie. She never liked chewing our food for us.
Quark: Not even when we were children.
Rom: She always had her own way of doing things.
Quark: Remember how the other children used to tease us about her. Your mother won't chew your food. Your mother talks to strangers. It's like she went out of her way to embarrass us. Not to mention Father. Oh, I remember. There were nights when I would find him sitting, slumped in this chair. He'd say to me, 'Quark, I don't know what I'm going to do about that female.' No wonder he never earned much profit. He was too busy worrying about her.
Rom: I thought Father did all right.
Quark: He could've done a lot better if she'd just behaved herself, showed him the respect he deserved. Well, she may have dragged Father down, but she's not doing the same to me. It's time someone put her in her place.
Ishka: Have anyone in mind for the job? Mmm, dank and musty.
Rom: I hand picked them from the cellar.
Quark: Mother, we need to talk.
Ishka: Forget it, Quark. I am not imprinting the confession.
Quark: Why not? Imprinting the confession doesn't take away your achievement. Just admit to what you did and tell the FCA the name of any male who might have helped you.
Rom: What exactly did she do, brother?
Quark: Never mind what she did.
Ishka: Why don't you tell him? Or would you prefer I did?
Quark: All right. She took a part of the monthly stipend I send her and invested it in a Hupyrian beetle farm.
Ishka: High quality beetles. The best.
Rom: Really? How much did you make, Moogie?
Ishka: Three bars of gold-pressed latinum.
Rom: Three bars of latinum? Isn't the FCA overreacting a little?
Quark: It doesn't matter whether it's one slip or a hundred thousand bars. Females are not allowed to earn profit.
Ishka: Why not?
Quark: Because it's the law. And without law, society would descend into chaos.
Ishka: If you ask me, this society could use a little chaos.
Quark: Not if I have anything to say about it.
Rom: Gee, I wish Father were alive. Then it'd be just like old times. Sitting around the family table, eating tube grubs, discussing important issues of the day.
Quark: Mother, I know you're not like other females. You like to think about things. You have opinions.
Ishka: Is that a compliment, or an accusation?
Quark: It's a fact. But what's also a fact is, if you don't imprint this confession, you'll be sold into indentured servitude, and I'll be forced to make restitution.
Rom: But Brother, it's only three bars of latinum.
Quark: And I'm not going to let those three bars to destroy this family. If our disgrace is made known, do you think we could ever do business with another Ferengi again? I wouldn't do business with me. Mother, please, for our family's reputation, for your sons' financial future, please imprint the confession.
Ishka: I can't. I wish you could understand, Quark.
Quark: I understand perfectly. You're a selfish female who never cared about this family, about Father, or about me.
Rom: I see you haven't changed your bedroom, Moogie. It's still very traditional.
Ishka: I keep it this way to remind myself how idiotic Ferengi tradition can be when it comes to females.
Rom: Oh.
Ishka: Rom, is something wrong?
Rom: Wrong? No. Not really. Except your clothes.
Ishka: Would you feel more comfortable if I took them off?
Rom: Well, maybe just a little.
Ishka: All right, if it will make you feel better. But only for you.
Ishka: Better?
Rom: Much. You know, Moogie, it really would mean a lot to Quark if you imprint that confession.
Ishka: He's made that quite clear.
Rom: I know he can be headstrong and overbearing, not to mention mean and insulting and rude, but he's not all bad. He works hard. You should see the bar. It's thriving.
Ishka: I'd like to, but Ferengi tradition doesn't allow females to travel.
Rom: Quark doesn't make the rules.
Ishka: He just lives by them.
Rom: Like a good Ferengi.
Ishka: Like an unenlightened Ferengi.
Rom: Moogie, can't you give back the three bars of latinum? If you don't, you're going to destroy everything Quark's worked for.
Ishka: You always were a good boy. I don't think Quark knows how lucky he is to have a brother as loyal as you.
Rom: He knows. He just doesn't like showing it. If you cooperate with the FCA, I bet I can convince him to increase your stipend.
Ishka: This isn't about money, Rom. Quark has always been more than generous with my stipend. I have more than enough to live on.
Rom: If it's not about money, then what is it about?
Ishka: It's about pride. And knowing that I'm just as capable of earning profit as any male. Don't you see? If I imprint that confession, I'll be admitting that what I did was wrong. I'm not going to do that. I'd rather be sold into servitude.
Rom: But what about Quark?
Ishka: He's a smart boy. He can take care of himself. Enough about your brother. Let me see your teeth.
Rom: My teeth? Why?
Ishka: They're looking a little dull. Why don't you sit here and I'll sharpen them for you. Here we are.
Rom: Oh, Moogie, you're the best.
Kasidy: Pardshay, don't be an idiot. Go get an anti-grav sled before you hurt yourself.
Sisko: Why don't you just beam it to your cargo hold?
Kasidy: Well I wish I could, but it's unstable biomatter.
Sisko: The transporter should still be able to handle it, as long as you adjust your phase transition inhibitor.
Kasidy: Provided I had a mark seven transporter.
Sisko: You're still using a mark six?
Kasidy: A mark five.
Sisko: A mark Five? I thought they stopped making those things
Kasidy: Fifteen years ago. But when you're working for the Petarians, you have to make do with what they give you. Oh, let me guess. Commander Sisko.
Sisko: Benjamin.
Kasidy: Kasidy. Kasidy Yates.
Sisko: Yes, I know. My son has told me a lot about you.
Kasidy: Well I think Jake fancies himself something of a matchmaker.
Sisko: He means well. He does get a little too enthusiastic now and then.
Kasidy: Oh, damn. That sounds like the inertium ore. I'd better go see what's going on.
Sisko: I'll give you a hand.
Kasidy: I can take care of it.
Sisko: Of course. Sorry about Jake.
Kasidy: How about coffee? Say tomorrow evening, eighteen hundred hours?
Sisko: Sounds good.
Kasidy: I'll see you tomorrow.
Rom: There's nothing like sleeping in your old room. So, how was your night?
Quark: Mother's been busy.
Rom: Really? I didn't even know she was up yet.
Quark: I mean she's been busy. I've been doing some checking. This isn't about three bars of latinum.
Rom: You mean she earned more?
Quark: A lot more. So much that I haven't been able to track it all down. She's been operating under dozens of different aliases, conducting transactions all over the Ferengi Alliance. Do you know what this means?
Rom: It means Moogie's got the lobes for business.
Quark: Even if I sold everything I have, I couldn't come close to paying back what she's earned. I'm ruined.
Rom: Brother? Is everything all right? I'm so proud of you, Quark. I mean, other people in your situation might overreact and lose their temper, make a bad situation worse. But not my brother. You're too smart for that. You're going to sit there and study the problem, and then come up with a clear, simple solution.
Quark: I already have.
Rom: You see? I told you. What is it?
Quark: I'm going to kill her.
Rom: Moogie!
Quark: A-ha. Caught you. Give me that.
Ishka: Give you what?
Quark: That PADD you just hid.
Ishka: It's a letter to your cousin Stol.
Quark: A likely story.
Quark: I knew it. You were trying to hide more profits. Well, it won't work. I know all about your little financial empire.
Ishka: It's not so little.
Quark: Then you admit it?
Rom: Brother, calm down. I'm sure Moogie has a perfectly good explanation for what she's done. Don't you, Moogie?
Ishka: Since when does a Ferengi have to make excuses for making profit?
Quark: You're a female.
Ishka: And when it comes to profit, this female is a better Ferengi than you'll ever be.
Quark: You expect me to believe you did all this on your own? You had help. Admit it. Tell me his name. I'll see to it the FCA hangs him by his lobes in the Sacred Marketplace.
Ishka: Quark, sometimes you can be so thick-headed.
Rom: Now, Moogie, there's no need to be insulting.
Ishka: Of course there is. Insults are the only thing he understands. He's so blind with jealousy, he can't even think straight.
Quark: Me? Jealous of you? Hah.
Ishka: You're just like your father.
Quark: Why would Father be jealous of you?
Ishka: Because he knew I had the lobes for business and he didn't. I tried to help him, give him financial advice, but he wouldn't listen to me because I was a female.
Quark: What other reason did he need? Females don't belong in business.
Ishka: Give me one reason why not.
Quark: Because it's wrong.
Ishka: You're going to have to do better than that.
Quark: No, I'm not. It's the law. That was good enough for Father, and it's good enough for me.
Ishka: A lot of things were good enough for your father. He was a lobeless failure and if you're not careful, you're going to end up just like him.
Quark: That does it.
Rom: Brother, where are you going?
Quark: To the FCA. Let's see what they have to say about your financial empire.
Rom: Brother, wait.
Quark: Out of my way, Rom.
Rom: No. I'm not going to let you hurt Mother.
Quark: She's no mother of mine.
Rom: Why? Because of what she said about Father? Did it ever occur to you that she might be right?
Quark: How dare you take her side against Father's?
Rom: Oh, don't tell me about Father. I knew him a lot better than you did. You went off as soon as you reached the Age of Ascension, but I stayed here for ten more years. And you know what I learned in those ten years? I learned that Father was no financial genius.
Quark: Take that back.
Rom: It's the truth. He went from one bad deal to the next, one failure after another. He couldn't hold onto latinum if you sewed it into his pants.
Quark: Take that back!
Rom: No!
Ishka: Quark! Rom! That's enough! Let him go!
Rom: But Moogie
Ishka: Stop it! Stop it, both of you.
Ishka: If your brother wants to go to the FCA, let him.
Rom: But you'll get in trouble.
Ishka: I'll worry about that. Go on. What are you waiting for?
Quark: That's the steepest forty flights of stairs I've ever climbed. Seven slips of latinum to use the elevator. Talk about inflation. Refined dilithium down ten percent?
Quark: The name's Quark. I'm here to see Liquidator Brunt.
Quark: Of course.
Receptionist: I'll tell Liquidator Brunt that you're here. Have a seat.
Quark: How much?
Receptionist: Three slips.
Quark: I'll stand.
Receptionist: That'll be one slip.
Quark: I'll give you two for the chair.
Receptionist: If you're here to deliver an imprinted confession, you can leave it with me. I'll see that Liquidator Brunt gets it.
Quark: Tell Brunt I need to talk to him now. I have information that could shake the very foundation of the Ferengi Alliance.
Rom: Brother. Wait. I have to sit down.
Receptionist: That'll be three slips of latinum.
Rom: Brother, can you loan me?
Quark: Yeah, yeah. Here. Now what do you want?
Rom: I have a message from Moogie.
Quark: There's nothing she could say that would interest me.
Rom: She'll share it with you.
Quark: What was that?
Rom: Her profits. Fifty-fifty.
Quark: Tell Brunt I'll talk to him later. Come on. Let's try out that elevator.
Rom: But it's so expensive.
Quark: I can afford it. For your trouble.
Quark: Mother, I want to apologize for all the terrible things I said. I was angry, and I got carried away. I'm sorry.
Ishka: Apology accepted. I'm just glad that Rom was able to catch you before you made a horrible mistake.
Quark: It would've been a shame to waste all of that profit.
Ishka: I'm glad we agree.
Quark: So, how much latinum have you made?
Ishka: Does it matter?
Quark: I just want to make sure that everything is divided fairly.
Ishka: Divided?
Quark: Fifty-fifty. Just like you said.
Ishka: I never said that. You said he'd let me keep all the profit for myself.
Quark: I said no such thing.
Rom: So I lied to both of you. I had no choice. It was the only way to get the two of you talking again.
Quark: There's nothing to say.
Ishka: Don't get your lobes caught in the door on your way out.
Rom: That's enough bickering. You're both acting like children. I will not stand by and let this family fall apart. Quark, you should be ashamed of yourself. I've seen you treat Cardassians with more respect than you show your own mother. And Moogie, if Quark can uncover your hidden investments, eventually the FCA will too. And then all that profit will be lost. Think about that for a moment. Now, neither of you is going to leave this room until you've settled things. Is that clear? And no shouting! I'm going to take a nap.
Ishka: He's a sweet boy.
Quark: That's easy for you to say. He doesn't live next door to you.
Ishka: You're too hard on him. You always have been.
Quark: I had to be. You were always too easy on him. Maybe if you'd pushed him a little harder, he would've amounted to something.
Ishka: I doubt it. When it comes to business, he's a lot like your father.
Quark: You enjoy insulting Father, don't you?
Ishka: I'm not insulting anyone. I'm just being honest. Rom's a lot like his father. And you, I suppose, are a lot like me.
Quark: I never knew you felt like that.
Ishka: Your father might have bought you your first copy of the Rules of Acquisition, but who helped you memorize them?
Quark: You did.
Ishka: I don't think I've ever been prouder than the first time you made it through all two hundred and eighty five rules without a mistake.
Quark: Rom knows them just as well as I do.
Ishka: But you understand them. Rom never did. And neither did his father. But even if Keldar didn't know the first thing about profit, he knew everything about family. He was a good husband and a wonderful father. And I loved him for that. The way I love Rom, and the way I love you.
Quark: You mean that?
Ishka: Yes, I suppose I do. If it'll make you happy, I'll give back the money.
Quark: You'll imprint the confession?
Ishka: You're my son, Quark. How can I refuse you?
Quark: You don't know how much this means to me.
Ishka: I know exactly how much this means to you.
Quark: Oh, Moogie. I love you.
Sisko: There's no place like New Orleans for simple pleasures. Good food, great music.
Kasidy: Sounds like a great place to grow up.
Sisko: The best. Can I get you another raktajino?
Kasidy: No, I'm fine.
Sisko: You seem a little preoccupied.
Kasidy: It's just when we made our plans I forgot I had a previous engagement.
Sisko: I see.
Kasidy: It's not what you think. It's kind of a family obligation. You see, my youngest brother, he's a colonist on Cestus Three.
Sisko: That's on the other side of the Federation.
Kasidy: It's so far away, it takes two weeks for a subspace transmission to get here and I'm expecting one tonight. I promised my brother I'd listen to it as it came in.
Sisko: I hope nothing's wrong.
Kasidy: Not unless he hurt himself again. Last time he tore some ligaments in his knee.
Sisko: How'd that happen?
Kasidy: He was doing something called sliding into second.
Sisko: Sliding into second?
Kasidy: Yes.
Sisko: That sounds like baseball.
Kasidy: You know about baseball?
Sisko: It's my favorite sport. But no one has played it for two hundred years.
Kasidy: Well, they're playing it on Cestus Three, At least they have been for the past six months.
Sisko: I had no idea. That's fantastic. How many teams are there?
Kasidy: Six, but they're trying to organize a couple more. I didn't know you liked baseball.
Sisko: I didn't know anyone else liked baseball, except me and Jake.
Kasidy: Look, this transmission I mentioned, it's an audio recording of a game between my brother's team, the Pike City Pioneers and the Cestus Comets. Well, if you'd like you're welcome to listen to it with me.
Sisko: I'd love to.
Kasidy: Oh, great.
Sisko: Tell me, does your brother's league use a designated hitter rule?
Kasidy: Oh no. They thought about it, but decided against it.
Sisko: Wood bats or polyduranide?
Kira: Wood, of course.
Sisko: Do you think your brother could use a right handed pitcher?
Brunt: Everything seems to be in order. I'm glad we can finally put an end to this matter. And I certainly hope you've learned your lesson.
Ishka: And what would that be?
Brunt: She's speaking to me again.
Rom: No, she wasn't.
Quark: She's speaking to me. Now, what were you saying about a lesson?
Brunt: Ah, the lesson is, no one can outsmart the FCA.
Quark: I think she's certainly learned that.
Brunt: Your mother's confession will serve as a warning to females all over the Alliance.
Quark: Oh, I don't think anyone has to know about this. After all, what would people say if they knew a female had earned that much latinum?
Brunt: I shudder to think. Goodbye. I sincerely hope I never see any of you again.
Quark: The feeling is mutual.
Ishka: I thought he'd never leave.
Quark: Mother, must you?
Ishka: Quark, I've just given up a sizable fortune. I'm in no mood for your nagging.
Quark: You're absolutely right. If you want to wear clothes, go ahead. What do I care? I'm leaving anyway.
Ishka: So soon?
Quark: I have to reopen the bar. It's supporting all of us now.
Ishka: Well, you know you could call your mother every once in a while. Maybe even visit.
Quark: I will. I promise. Let's go, Rom.
Rom: I'll be along in a moment, brother.
Rom: I'm glad to see you two are finally getting along.
Ishka: I think things will be a lot better between us from now on.
Rom: As long as he doesn't find out you only gave the FCA a third of your profits.
Ishka: If you ask me, a third was too much. But it's my own fault for not hiding it better.
Rom: You sure the FCA won't find the rest?
Ishka: I've got it hidden so well, I'll be lucky if I can find it.
Rom: Oh, Moogie.
Ishka: Now, Rom, don't start crying. You'll get me doing it. Go on. Go on. Quark's waiting for you. Take care of your brother.


Sisko: Got you this time, Chief.
O'Brien: Sorry, Commander.
Sisko: Don't apologize. That just makes it worse.
O'Brien: I guess I'm just in the zone today.
Sisko: In the zone?
O'Brien: The feeling that I can't lose. That I can put the dart exactly where I want it. You know the feeling.
Sisko: Not today.
Dax: Dax to Sisko.
Sisko: Go ahead.
Dax: Benjamin, there's a priority message for you from the Bajoran Provisional government.
Sisko: On my way. Fortunately, duty calls. You'll have to find yourself another victim.
Sisko: Doctor.
Bashir: Commander. Is Chief O'Brien in here?
Sisko: He's back there, in the zone.
Kira: Raka ja ut. Shala morala. Ema bo roo kana. Uranak. Ralanon Bareil. Propeh va nara ehsuk. Shala kan vunek.
Kira: Enter.
Sisko: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.
Kira: It's all right. It's called a duranja. It's a lamp for the dead. I was just praying for Bareil. What can I do for you?
Sisko: This may come as somewhat of a shock, but I wanted you to hear it from me. The First Minister of the Provisional government has died.
Kira: Kalem Apren? How?
Sisko: Heart failure. He died in his sleep.
Kira: Well, I just met him once, but he seemed like he was a good man. How soon will they appoint someone to replace him?
Sisko: They have already appointed someone. The new head of the Provisional government is Kai Winn.
Odo: So as a result, I've transferred Ensign Palmers back to the night watch and reassigned Crewman Donark to the Defiant as a member of the security detachment. Starfleet is sending a series of upgrades for our tactical computer modules next week. I've drawn up a plan to phase in the upgrades over the course of three days. Major. Is something wrong?
Kira: Yes. Oh, it's this whole thing with Kai Winn. I was just trying to get used to her as spiritual leader of Bajor and now she's running the government, Odo?
Odo: Not an ideal situation.
Kira: Well I'm beginning to think that you and I are the only ones who feel that way. No one's is opposing her in next month's elections. She is going to be elected the First Minister for the next six years and no one seems to care.
Odo: You and I have a different perspective than most Bajorans. There's a personal element to our feelings about her. I know that you still blame Winn for Bareil's death.
Kira: That's part of it. This is about the future of Bajor. I can't shake the feeling that giving Winn control of the government is a mistake and she should be stopped.
Odo: Stopped from doing what?
Kira: I don't know. Maybe, maybe I'm afraid that if she's given power, she's never going to let go.
Odo: Unfortunately that suspicion is not shared by the people of Bajor. They still admire her as the woman who made peace with Cardassia.
Kira: Bareil made peace with Cardassia.
Odo: I know that, Major. But to the rest of Bajor, Winn is the real hero. In their eyes it took courage for her to conclude a treaty with a race that she herself had so bitterly condemned and fought against.
Kira: I don't care what her popular image is. She is no hero. The only thing that she cares about is her own power. Why can't people see that? We spent so many years fighting the Cardassians. We spent so much time hoping and praying for a Bajor that was free. Now that we won, how can people just hand their freedom over to someone like Winn?
Odo: It has been my observation that one of the prices of giving people freedom of choice is that sometimes they make the wrong choice.
Kira: Bo roo kana uranak. Ralanon Bareil. Propeh va nara ehsuk. Shala kan.
Kira: Yes?
Winn: Hello, child.
Kira: Eminence.
Winn: May I come in?
Kira: Yes.
Winn: Please forgive this intrusion. I know the hour is late.
Kira: Does Commander Sisko know you're aboard the station?
Winn: I'm not here to see the Emissary. I'm here to see you.
Kira: Me?
Winn: Yes, child. Have you suffered a recent loss? Or are you still mourning the death of Minister Kalem?
Kira: It's for Vedek Bareil, actually.
Winn: It's been three months since Bareil left us to walk with the Prophets. You must have cared for him deeply.
Kira: I loved him.
Winn: As did I.
Kira: Is that why you never mention Bareil's name when you talk about your peace treaty with Cardassia? As I recall, he's the one who negotiated it.
Winn: Bareil saw himself as simply carrying out the will of the Prophets. To him, achieving peace with Cardassia was its own reward. He never wanted fame or glory for what he did. As someone who loved him, I'm surprised you didn't know that.
Kira: What is it you want, Eminence?
Winn: Are you familiar with Rakantha Province?
Kira: It's a farming community.
Winn: And it used to be one of the most productive agricultural regions on Bajor. But as you know, the Cardassians poisoned much of our farmlands before they left, and Rakantha has been mostly barren wasteland ever since. After years of research, the agricultural ministry has finally developed reclamators which can detoxify the soil and make it fertile again.
Kira: It's very interesting, but what does it have to do with me?
Winn: Patience, child. In six months, it will be planting season in Rakantha. By this time next year, we can be producing boton, moreka and salam grass. All valuable commodities for export. If we can attract interstellar commerce to Bajor, it will only enhance our application for membership in the Federation.
Kira: I understand.
Winn: Unfortunately, a group of farmers who were allowed to use the reclamators in another province are now refusing to return them. And this is why I've come to you, Kira. The farmers who seized the equipment are in Dahkur Province. Your home. And they're led by a man with whom you're acquainted. His name is Shakaar.
Kira: Shakaar?
Winn: And if I'm not mistaken, he was the leader of your resistance cell during the occupation.
Kira: That's right.
Winn: I want you to convince him to return the equipment he's stolen.
Kira: You want me to go up against a man who saved my life countless times for you?
Winn: Not for me, child. For Bajor. I know we've had our differences in the past, but I'm asking you to put those feelings aside and think of what is best for our people. We're on the verge of a new era. The Occupation is over, we've achieved peace with Cardassia, Federation membership is only a few years away. This is an exciting time to be a Bajoran. But our future depends on each of us acting for the common good of all Bajor. Shakaar has lost sight of this. By stealing the reclamators, he's acting in his own self-interest at the expense of the rest of our people.
Kira: I know Shakaar. He's one of the most selfless people I have ever met. He must have a good reason for what he's done.
Winn: Perhaps. Perhaps he is just misguided. That's why I've come to you, Kira. You know him, you can talk to him. I don't want this to become a scandal. I want this settled peacefully, quietly. Surely we can both agree that that's a worthy goal.
Kira: I'll talk to him, but I can't guarantee that he'll listen to me.
Winn: Vedek Bareil used to tell me that you could be quite persuasive when you put your mind to it, child. I hope he wasn't mistaken. Walk with the Prophets.
Shakaar: You cut your hair.
Kira: You let yours grow.
Shakaar: I liked you the old way.
Kira: I was thinking the same thing about you.
Shakaar: It's good to see you, Nerys.
Kira: It's good to see you, too.
Shakaar: Come on in.
Shakaar: So, Major Kira Nerys, Deep Space Nine's first officer. You've made quite a name for yourself.
Kira: Not really.
Shakaar: You've accomplished a great deal. You should be proud. Furel and Lupaza are so proud of you they actually stand a little taller every time your name comes up.
Kira: Furel and Lupaza? You still see them?
Shakaar: Of course. They both have farms less than ten kilometers from here.
Kira: Those two are farmers? Now you, yes, that's all you ever talked about. But Lupaza? How did that happen?
Shakaar: You can ask her yourself. They'll be here in a couple of hours. I can hardly wait to see the look on their faces when they walk through that door and see you standing there.
Kira: Shakaar, before they get here we should talk. I'm here on business.
Shakaar: I know why you're here, Nerys. I need time to think about it, all right?
Kira: All right.
Dax: I think I'll stick to tongo from now on.
O'Brien: Sorry, Lieutenant.
Quark: Thank you. Thank you all for your gaming business. The House will start taking bets on the next challenger at ten to one. That's ten to one without even knowing who the next challenger will be.
O'Brien: Quark, I have to go.
Quark: No problem. Ladies and gentlemen, Chief of Operations Miles Edward O'Brien has to leave to resume his duties on board the station. Now, everyone, make way. I trust we'll be seeing you again tomorrow, Chief, for your forty seventh straight victory?
O'Brien: I don't know. I was actually thinking about getting some time in the holosuites tomorrow.
Quark: The holosuites? You weren't thinking of going kayaking by any chance?
O'Brien: As a matter of fact, I was.
Quark: Didn't I tell you? I misplaced the kayaking program. Haven't seen it in days.
O'Brien: Quark.
Quark: All right, look. You're on a streak. An epic streak. If you go kayaking tomorrow and something happens and you damage that golden shoulder, this streak will be over and you'll never know just how far it might have taken you. Could you really live with that?
O'Brien: You're offering ten to one to anyone betting against me tomorrow?
Quark: That's right.
O'Brien: I'd make it fifteen if I were you.
Quark: Yes!
Lupaza: You never would've found your way out of there if I hadn't left that marker on that rock.
Furel: I have a fine sense of direction. I knew exactly where I was that night. Exactly.
Kira: I found your tracks the next day. You'd been walking in circles.
Furel: I was throwing the Cardassians off my trail. Again, please.
Kira: Furel, if you don't mind my asking, why haven't you?
Furel: Had my arm replaced? Well, I thought about it. I even saw a Federation doctor about it. She said, no problem, Furel. You can have a new arm in less than a week. It'll have full range of motion and feel just like your own.
Kira: So why didn't you do it?
Furel: Before I went into that interrogation center, I asked the Prophets to give me the strength to get the rest of you out of there. And in exchange, I said I'd give up my life. As it turned out, I was able to rescue you, Shakaar and Lupaza. It only cost me an arm. I felt the Prophets were generous. Somehow replacing the arm seems ungrateful.
Lupaza: I think you're just afraid that with two arms you'd actually have to do some real work for a change.
Furel: I've done more work in three months on my farm than you've done in three years. I have seen better weeds than the crops you grow.
Lupaza: You know good and well that my soil's more toxic than any other tract within a hundred kilometers.
Furel: Ha!
Lupaza: It's true. Once I get a chance to use one of the reclamators things'll change, I can promise you that.
Shakaar: You may not get that chance, Lupaza. Nerys was sent here by the Kai with orders to convince us to return the reclamators to the government.
Furel: And you said no.
Shakaar: I said I'd have to think about it.
Lupaza: There's not much to think about, Shakaar, you know that. Tell the Kai or the First Minister or whatever she wants to be called these days, that the answer's no. We need the reclamators and that's the end of it. Now, who wants tuwaly pie?
Kira: You know this business with the reclamators isn't going to just go away, Shakaar.
Shakaar: Maybe not.
Kira: Definitely not. I think you should reconsider. I know what you're trying to do here, and I know how difficult it's been. We have to think about what's best for Bajor.
Shakaar: If you think giving the reclamators back to the government is the best thing for Bajor, then you've been out on that space station for too long. We waited three years to get the reclamators. We finally got them two months ago and we were told that they were ours for at least a year. The Provisional government actually did something right for a change. Then Minister Kalem died, and the next thing we know we get an order to return the reclamators immediately to the Rakantha farming project.
Kira: The Rakantha project is important. If they can get it underway, Bajor could start exporting goods again. It could start to change the way the rest of the galaxy looks at us. They'll stop seeing us as poor refugees and start seeing us as equals.
Shakaar: I don't give a damn how the rest of the galaxy looks at us. We're trying to feed our own people here and you're talking about exports.
Kira: There must be a way to reach some kind of compromise here
Shakaar: How?
Kira: I don't know, but maybe if you and the Kai would sit down and talk together, maybe you can reach some kind of agreement. Some way of sharing the equipment more fairly. If I could arrange a meeting between the two of you, would you at least agree to sit down talk with her about it?
Shakaar: I don't know if it'll accomplish anything.
Kira: It might not, but it's a place to start.
Shakaar: All right. For you. It's good to have you home, Nerys. You should come back more often.
Kira: I might do that.
Shakaar: Good. Because we've all missed you. Especially me.
Winn: Am I to assume, my child, that you've met with Shakaar?
Kira: We talked.
Winn: And have you convinced him to return the soil reclamators?
Kira: He's not ready to return them yet.
Winn: I see. When can we expect the return of the equipment?
Kira: When the topsoil in Dahkur Province has been restored and readied for planting. Another six months.
Winn: In six months, the planting season in Rakantha will be over.
Kira: I realize that, and I know how important the Rakantha project is, which is why I've arranged a meeting between the two of you.
Winn: A meeting?
Kira: Yes. To work out a compromise. If you just hear him out and look at the work they've been able to accomplish in Dahkur in just two months, you'll see how important this is to them. I'm sure there's a way to resolve this situation so that both Rakantha and Dahkur can benefit.
Winn: Did you explain to Shakaar that you were there on the direct authority of the First Minister?
Kira: Yes, but it wouldn't have mattered if I were there on behalf of the Prophets themselves. He wasn't about to just give up the equipment.
Winn: A pity. Shakaar sounds like a prideful and arrogant man. It also seems there's no reasoning with him.
Kira: Shakaar is not an unreasonable man. He's desperate. They all are. You should see what they're up against. The condition of the soil, the harsh weather. I'm sure if you talk to him, you'll be able to work out a compromise.
Winn: It would seem that I have little choice.
Kira: So I can tell him that you'll discuss it with him?
Winn: You can tell him that. And then you can return to Deep Space Nine.
Kira: But I can still serve as an intermediary between you and Shakaar.
Winn: That won't be necessary. You've already done enough. And please give my best regards to Commander Sisko. That will be all, my child.
Shakaar: I'll be interested to hear what she has to say, but she's not getting those reclamators back till we're finished with them.
Kira: Shakaar, you have to be flexible. I'm not sure this is a fight you can win.
Shakaar: That's what the Cardassians used to say.
Shakaar: Come in.
Security: Are you Shakaar?
Shakaar: Yes.
Security: You're under arrest.
Kira: Wait a minute. On whose authority?
Security: Our orders came directly from the office of the First Minister.
Kira: She lied to me.
Shakaar: She's good at it, Nerys. Don't feel bad.
Security: If you'll come with us.
Shakaar: Yeah, all right. I just want to make one thing clear.
Shakaar: I'm glad to see that living on a space station hasn't slowed you down.
Kira: We have to get out of here.
Shakaar: This can still be explained away. It was a tense situation, you acted on instinct. They'll understand that. But they won't understand you coming with me. This isn't your fight, Nerys. Go home.
Kira: I am home, Shakaar, and I have been lied to by Kai Winn for the last time. She wants a fight, I'll give her one.
Furel: The civil police have issued a province-wide alert for you and Kira. They've also requested that the surrounding towns send more troops and equipment to help in the search for the fugitives.
Shakaar: Now there's a familiar word. Haven't been called that in a while. I kind of missed it.
Lupaza: The authorities have seized your farm and they've brought in a scanning machine to hunt for the reclamators.
Shakaar: Let them scan. There's nothing there to find.
Lupaza: They've also detained some of the other members of our resistance cell for questioning.
Kira: Who?
Lupaza: Mobara, Klin and Ornak were taken away before I could reach them. The others are heading for the Kola Mountain stronghold. I said we'd meet them there and go over our plan.
Furel: Well, what is our plan?
Shakaar: For now, the plan is to keep moving. We'll let the civil police run themselves ragged chasing us through the mountains.
Furel: Just like old times.
Shakaar: That's the general idea. The Cardassians spent ten years searching for us in these mountains. The civil police will probably give up in ten days.
Kira: I'm not so sure about that. Some of them were in the Resistance too. They might not give up so easily.
Shakaar: Maybe. But I really don't think they want to hunt down a group of fellow Bajorans who are just trying to defend their homes. We head for Kola Mountain, pick up anyone who's there, and move further into the hill country. Let's go.
Bashir: Yes!
Syvar: A most auspicious shot.
Bashir: You've got him, Chief. One in the bull and you win.
Dax: I think he knows that, Julian.
O'Brien: Don't worry, coach. I won't let you down.
Syvar: I see no need for delay. Throw the dart.
O'Brien: I will throw the dart when I'm ready to throw the dart.
Quark: Did I miss anything?
Dax: Shhh.
O'Brien: Is that my synthale?
Quark: Extra-stout, just the way you like it.
O'Brien: Excuse me.
Quark: There you go.
O'Brien: Argh!
Quark: What is it?
Bashir: It's his shoulder. It's popped out of its socket. Get me the tricorder.
Quark: What did I do? I just handed him a drink.
O'Brien: It's all right. Just pop it back in, Julian. I'll be all right.
Bashir: Oh, no. I'm afraid it's not that simple this time, Chief. You've got a rotator cuff tear and severe degenerative damage. We'd better him to the Infirmary.
Syvar: If he leaves the line, he forfeits the game.
Quark: Forfeit?
Bashir: This man needs surgery.
O'Brien: Surgery?
Bashir: That's right, Chief. I may have to replace the entire humeral socket. It's not a complicated procedure. We can postpone the conclusion of this competition until tomorrow, at which time he will be good as new.
Syvar: I do not make the rules, I merely follow them.
O'Brien: Wait, wait, wait. Look, I'm in the zone. I just need
O'Brien: Argh! I just need surgery.
Syvar: I believe the House is paying fifteen to one.
Quark: All I did was hand him a drink.
Winn: Emissary, I'm so happy you came to consult with me.
Sisko: Frankly, I'm surprised you wanted my advice.
Winn: The advice of the Emissary is always welcome. But what I need is your help.
Sisko: What kind of help?
Winn: It's been two weeks since I was forced to send the militia into Dahkur Province.
Sisko: And?
Winn: And they've yet to catch sight of Shakaar or any of his followers, let alone take them into custody.
Sisko: I guess now you know how the Cardassians must have felt.
Winn: The point is, I can't let this go on much longer. It embarrasses me to say this, but Shakaar's defiance seems to be catching on in some of the other Provinces, and I've had to take certain unfortunate actions to maintain order.
Sisko: You mean declaring martial law and suspending local government in the hill provinces?
Winn: I wasn't aware that you kept such close watch on the Bajoran political situation.
Sisko: From what I understand, Shakaar is gaining support all over Bajor.
Winn: Is that what Major Kira's been telling you?
Sisko: I haven't spoken with Major Kira in quite some time.
Winn: Emissary, I don't want this issue to divide my people.
Sisko: Then I advise withdrawing your troops from Dahkur.
Winn: I'm more than willing to do that, on one condition.
Sisko: And what might that be?
Winn: I'd like you to provide a Federation security force to take their place.
Sisko: You want me to bring in Shakaar for you.
Winn: Such an act would do much to solidify the relations between the Federation and Bajor.
Sisko: I wasn't aware that our relationship needed solidifying.
Winn: Nevertheless, this would be an opportunity for the Federation to once again show it's friendship for Bajor.
Sisko: I'm sorry, but I'm afraid Federation law prevents me from interfering in Bajoran internal affairs.
Winn: So, you're refusing my request for aid?
Sisko: I suppose I am.
Winn: If Bajor cannot depend on the Federation, we'll withdraw our application for membership.
Sisko: That would be an unfortunate overreaction on your part. If I may say so, your entire response to this crisis has been an overreaction. By using the militia against your own people, you're risking civil war over a couple of soil reclamators.
Winn: I'm afraid you can't see what's really going on here. This isn't about soil reclamators. This is about the future of our society. When someone like Shakaar can defy the law and escape punishment, we risk descending into anarchy and chaos. This is a test, a test by the Prophets. They want to see if I'm worthy of the role they've given me as First Minister and Kai. I will not fail them. I will stop Shakaar by any means necessary.
Shakaar: Move, move, move!
Furel: They're closing. Seventy five meters.
Shakaar: Come on, Kira.
Kira: I've almost got it.
Lupaza: They're on the ridge.
Shakaar: Kira, if you can't do it, tell me now.
Kira: I got it.
Troop: New reading. Seven hundred meters that way.
Troop 2: Yes, sir.
Leader: Let's go.
Shakaar: How long do we have?
Kira: I've projected the false life signs about seven hundred meters past that ravine. It'll take them about an hour to cover that distance, and another fifteen to realize what's happened.
Furel: Either I'm getting older or these mountains are getting higher.
Lupaza: The next time I start getting nostalgic for the old days, shoot me.
Furel: If you insist.
Shakaar: They're good.
Kira: Half of them are from Dahkur Province. They know this terrain almost as well as we do.
Shakaar: I think you're right. We need to leave Dahkur. They'll box us in if we stay much longer.
Kira: We could take Serpent's Ridge up to Ratosha Pass, head for Lonar Province.
Shakaar: Serpent's Ridge is pretty rugged territory.
Kira: I don't think we have much choice.
Furel: Yes, we do. We can turn and fight.
Lupaza: He's right, Shakaar. It's just like in the old days. Every once in a while the Cardassians would get too close and we'd turn around and give them a bloody nose.
Shakaar: Sometimes it was our nose that got bloodied.
Furel: We were willing to take the chance. I'll follow whatever orders you give, but I am tired of running.
Shakaar: Kira?
Kira: I'm not sure we can keep up this pace.
Shakaar: All right. We head for Tanis Canyon. Kira's on point, column of twos behind her. Lupaza, you take up the rear.
Furel: There is no way out of Tanis Canyon
Shakaar: And that's why we're going to lead those militia troops in there. Because we're going to be waiting for them. Let's move.
Shakaar: I don't think they've picked us up on their tricorders.
Kira: They won't, either. Not with that dampening field in place. I think I recognize that man.
Shakaar: Which one?
Kira: The colonel. That's Lenaris Holem.
Shakaar: Lenaris? From the Ornathia resistance cell.
Kira: I met him at a reception in the Capital about a year ago.
Shakaar: He's good. No wonder we haven't lost them. We have to get him with the first volley. You take the Lieutenant on the right. I'll take Lenaris.
Kira: I can't. I'm sorry.
Shakaar: Don't be. I can't either.
Lenaris: Hold.
Lenaris: Set a perimeter and watch the hills. Nobody fires until I give the order.
Troop: Aye, sir. Firing positions, hold.
Lenaris: That's far enough. Shakaar?
Kira: Kira Nerys.
Lenaris: We've met. I've wanted to thank you for a long time. I had a brother at Gallitep when you liberated the camp.
Shakaar: A lot of people did. I just wish we'd gotten there sooner.
Lenaris: Well. I take it from your calm demeanor that I've walked into an ambush. I should have stayed up on the ridge line, never come down into the valley.
Shakaar: It's an easy mistake to make. You thought we were another two kilometers ahead so you tried to make up time. I might have done the same thing.
Lenaris: I think I should tell you I've been in worse situations.
Shakaar: The Pullock Five raid.
Lenaris: You know about that?
Shakaar: The first offworld raid against the Cardassians? Of course. It was a bold move.
Lenaris: If you know about Pullock Five, then you should also know I won't give up without a fight. If you're here to ask me to surrender, you're wasting your time.
Shakaar: That's not why I'm here. I want to take my people and walk out of here. I want to take them home.
Shakaar: Wait!
Kira: Stop! No one shoot! No one shoot!
Lenaris: Cease fire! Cease fire!
Trooper: Sir, I saw someone. I thought they were going to open fire.
Lenaris: Lieutenant. Take this man's weapon and get him off the perimeter. Now, I believe you were saying something about wanting to walk out of here?
Shakaar: That's right.
Lenaris: You know that's impossible.
Kira: Well we'd better find a way to make it possible, because the next time someone starts shooting, we won't be able to stop it. And I'm not talking about today. I'm talking about tomorrow and the next day and the next. I am talking about the beginning of a civil war.
Shakaar: I didn't fight the Cardassians for twenty five years just so I could start shooting other Bajorans.
Lenaris: Neither did I. So, what do we do about it?
Winn: What is it?
Aide: Colonel Lenaris is here to see you.
Winn: Send him in.
Winn: I see you've brought me a pair of gifts. How thoughtful of you.
Lenaris: They're not my prisoners.
Winn: What do you mean, they're not your prisoners? What's going on?
Shakaar: I'm here to enter the election as a candidate for the office of First Minister.
Winn: You have an interesting sense of humor.
Kira: It's no joke. Shakaar is going to enter the election and you are going to lose.
Lenaris: I've consulted with the other army commands, and he has their full support.
Winn: So this is a coup?
Kira: No, it's a free election. If you want to run, go ahead. But if you do, this entire incident is going to be made public. And when the people know the real facts, when they know you risked a civil war over a couple of pieces of farm equipment, they're never going to trust you again. You'll still be Kai, the spiritual leader of Bajor. But your days in this office are numbered. So if I were you, I'd start packing.
Bashir: How's it feel?
O'Brien: Good so far. Let's see.
Bashir: Well try it again, Chief.
O'Brien: No. I can feel it. I'm out of the zone. You know, I've played sports all my life and I've never been in the zone like that before. Probably never will again, but it felt good while it lasted.
Bashir: Well, look on the bright side. Now you have a new shoulder, you might finally finish that kayaking program.
O'Brien: Hey. You may be right. Quark, I need a holosuite.
Quark: Doctor. Welcome to the zone. Let me tell you about a little thing I've
Sisko: Have any other candidates entered the election?
Kira: One or two, but Shakaar's popularity is growing so fast I don't think anyone can catch him at this point.
Sisko: What about the Kai?
Kira: She's trying to make the best of it. She even put out a statement of support for Shakaar. Ow. You know, I used to enjoy sleeping on the ground.
Sisko: It's good to have you back, Major.
Kira: It's good to be back, sir.
Sisko: I'll see you in Ops.