Odo: All right, these barstools will have to be removed.
Quark: Do you know how much they cost?
Odo: No, and I can't say I'm interested in learning. Station regulation twenty five sixty two, paragraph four. All furniture intended for use on the Promenade must not pose a danger to public safety.
Quark: What danger?
Odo: Without a back on the stool, Morn could tumble from his perch at any moment, shattering his upper vertebrae or puncturing three or four of his lungs.
Quark: Nonsense. His body weight is perfectly distributed across the seat. He's also better able to enjoy the view of the lovely dabo girls than he was before. And should he require another drink he need only spin back.
Odo: Which points out another danger. Vertigo.
Quark: This isn't going to give anybody vertigo.
Odo: Your appeal has been heard and rejected. I want the barstools removed by the end of the day. Now, it's come to my attention that your dabo wheel is in violation of station regulation forty seven twenty one, which states
Kira: Odo?
Odo: Nerys.
Kira: You busy?
Odo: Not at all.
Kira: Then can I interest you in some lunch?
Odo: Where shall we go?
Kira: I was thinking about the Klingon restaurant. I haven't been there for ages and I have a craving for broiled krada legs.
Jake: Too bad about the barstools. I kind of liked them.
Quark: Did you notice how he changed the minute she walked in the room?
Jake: They're in love.
Quark: And what's love?
Jake: Well, it's a
Quark: Love's a distraction. And a distracted policeman is an opportunity. Captain's log, stardate 51948.3. With the safe arrival of convoy PQ One in the Vegan System, our escort duties are now complete and I've set course for home.
Kasidy: Well, my first and hopefully last, mission report for Starfleet Command. You know, when I first agreed to be convoy liaison officer, I thought sure, why not? I know most of the freighter captains in the convoy, should be a piece of cake. I didn't know I'd be making twenty log entries a day and filling out formal reports every night.
Sisko: Looks like you did a pretty good job.
Kasidy: Well, if you're going to do something, do it right. That's what my father used to say.
Sisko: Every father says that. Even I say that.
Kasidy: That's why you're a good parent. You know all the clichés by heart. Well, hello stranger. Haven't seen you in days.
Bashir: I've been filling out reports for Starfleet Medical.
Kasidy: I knew there was a reason why I didn't join Starfleet. I couldn't do this paperwork.
Bashir: Smart.
Kasidy: There was a time when you couldn't get him to shut up.
Sisko: I think I like him better this way.
Kasidy: That's mean.
Sisko: I was just kidding.
Kasidy: No, you weren't.
Worf: Worf to Captain Sisko.
Sisko: Sisko here.
Worf: Sir, can you come to the bridge? We have picked up a distress call.
Sisko: On my way.
Worf: We have been unable to establish two way communication so far, but we have determined that the signal is coming from somewhere in the Rutharian sector.
Sisko: Let's hear it, Chief.
Lisa: and Commander Gatsby is dead too. I didn't see any other escape pods leave before the ship was destroyed so I may be the only survivor. My pod was torn open on impact and the rain is pouring in. I'll take the radio and a survival kit with me, but the environmental suits were damaged in the crash, so I'll have to rough it. This is an L class world and the atmosphere is barely breathable out there. Repeat. This is a general distress call. I am a citizen of the United Federation of Planets and a Starfleet officer. If you can hear me, please respond. My government will reward you for any assistance you can offer, and most of all, you'll be my personal heroes. Repeat. This is a general
Sisko: That's enough. How long will it take us to reach her?
Worf: At maximum warp, six days.
Sisko: Any other ships closer to that sector?
Worf: No, sir.
Sisko: Mister Worf, turn us around and set a course for the Rutharian sector.
Worf: Aye, sir.
Sisko: Chief, I want you to establish a two way comm. link with this woman. And when you do, tell her, tell her her heroes are on the way. Captain's log, supplemental. The marooned Starfleet officer, whose name we've learned is Lisa, continues to transmit her call for help, but so far Chief O'Brien has been unable to establish two way communications.
Bashir: How's it going?
O'Brien: Slow. For some reason, she's transmitting on a rotating subspace frequency. I'm having a problem finding a way to send a return signal.
Lisa: Barely edible.
Bashir: Do you have to keep that on all the time?
O'Brien: No, not really, but she is all alone. The least I can do is try and listen to her.
Lisa: This is a general distress call
Bashir: She doesn't know you're listening, Miles. You're not comforting her by keeping the channels open and driving yourself crazy.
O'Brien: It doesn't bother me. Sometimes it feels like she's actually talking to me.
Lisa: or any assistance you can offer.
O'Brien: It's true. Especially when she starts talking about her family or her home. She reminds me of my cousin.
Lisa: Oh, no. I don't believe it. It's raining again. How can there be so much water and so little life out there?
Bashir: I think I'll leave you two alone.
Lisa: I'm really starting to hate this place.
Lisa: Repeat. This is a general distress call. Hello? Is anyone paying attention? I know you're out there. I know you can hear me. So just answer me. Tell me you're on your way. Tell me I'm going to be rescued. Tell me I'm not going to die alone.
Quark: I hope you're satisfied. I'm sure nothing gives you more pleasure than stifling my creativity.
Odo: Only you would consider barstools to be a form of artistic expression.
Quark: Oh yeah? Let's see how creative you are. Have you picked out the Major's gift yet?
Odo: Gift?
Quark: For this Saturday. You do know what Saturday is, right?
Odo: Saturday?
Quark: Yes. It's the one month anniversary of your first date with Major Kira.
Odo: Oh. I suppose it is.
Quark: And you haven't picked out a gift.
Odo: Why should I?
Quark: The man's experienced unrequited love for the better part of three years and now that he finally has her, he wants to know why he should celebrate their anniversary.
Odo: Whatever you're trying to sell me, it won't work.
Quark: You think I'm going to get involved? No, thank you. The last thing I want to deal with is a panicked lover looking for a gift at the last minute. There's a whole Promenade of shopkeepers out there if you want to buy a gift.
Odo: A one month anniversary gift. Did you ever heard of anything so ridiculous?
Jake: Okay, so now you have him looking for a gift. What are you up to?
Quark: I tell you, you write it down, the next thing I know I'm in a holding cell.
Jake: I won't write a word, I promise. This is just character research.
Quark: Right.
Jake: Quark, listen. I'm working on a crime novel but I've hit a wall in my writing. It's not truthful anymore. Phony, artificial. I'm having trouble creating real, flesh and blood characters, especially nefarious ones. If you could just let me just watch and listen as you pull off whatever it is you're going to pull off, it could really help me out. You could give me insight. I could even model my lead character after you.
Quark: Lesson number one. No one involved in an extralegal activity thinks of themselves as nefarious.
Jake: Sorry.
Quark: I'm a businessman, okay? Now, if you're interested in learning more about my business, I think that could be arranged.
Jake: Great.
Quark: But nothing you see or hear turns up in print. And none of it, none of it gets back to your father, understand?
Jake: Completely.
Lisa: So there is a sun after all. Of course, now that the sun's up, I can see how truly ugly my new little home is. There's nothing out there but dirt, some rocks, some more dirt and some more rocks.
Kasidy: Chief? Can I ask you a personal question?
O'Brien: Sure.
Kasidy: Are you uncomfortable having me aboard the Defiant?
O'Brien: No. Why should I be?
Kasidy: I'm a civilian. Isn't it awkward having me aboard a warship?
O'Brien: We've had civilians aboard before. It doesn't bother me.
Kasidy: I was afraid you were going to say that.
Lisa: I can hear you!
O'Brien: I'm sorry?
Lisa: Hello?
Kasidy: Don't worry about it.
O'Brien: Hold on a minute.
Lisa: This is Lisa Cusak receiving your transmission. Can you hear me? Hello? Hello? I could hear you two talking! Can you hear me?
O'Brien: Yes! Yes, we can hear you!
Lisa: Thank God!! Whoever you are, I love you!
Lisa: My name's Lisa Cusak. Until a couple of days ago, I was the commanding officer of the Olympia.
Sisko: The Olympia.
Lisa: We left the Federation over eight years ago for a long range exploration of the Beta Quadrant.
Sisko: What happened to your ship, Captain?
Lisa: We were finally heading home, if you can believe that, then we picked up some strange energy readings in a nearby star system, and I decided to stop and investigate. We found an energy barrier around the fourth planet that was unlike anything we'd ever seen, and when we probed it with our scanners it triggered a quantum reaction. There was an enormous surge of metrion radiation that disabled our engines. The next thing I knew, we were spiraling in toward the surface. I gave the order to abandon ship and the last thing I remember is a console exploding in my face. I woke up in an escape pod on the surface and I've spent the last day and a half sitting in this cave trying to raise someone on subspace.
Bashir: Captain, Doctor Bashir, Chief Medical Officer. Your message said that you were on a L class planet. Are you sure?
Lisa: Positive. And to answer your next question, yes, I've been giving myself fifteen cc's of triox every four hours to compensate for the excess carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. Just like it says in my medical tricorder.
Bashir: How much triox do you have left?
Lisa: One hundred and fifty milliliters.
Bashir: Will you to decrease the dosage, Captain, to eight cc's every six hours. We need to stretch your supply as long as possible.
Kasidy: What happens when she runs out of the drug?
Lisa: That's a good question, Doctor. What happens then?
Bashir: You will begin to experience the effects of hypoxia. But before that happens, the triox compound will have strengthened your cardiopulmonary system, allowing you to better withstand the effects.
Lisa: Better withstand the effects. In other words, I'm going to be gasping for air and turning different shades of blue by the time you get here.
Bashir: Yes, I'm afraid so.
Lisa: Thanks for brightening my day.
Kasidy: Is there anything we can do?
Lisa: There is, actually. I can't sleep. I think the injections are keeping me awake and I haven't had anyone to talk to for two days.
Sisko: We'll be able to help you with that, Captain. I'll have one of my officers stay on the comm. line with you at all times.
Lisa: And order them to enjoy it, too.
Sisko: Done.
Lisa: So, who's first?
Sisko: I think I'd better start.
Lisa: Sounds good to me.
Sisko: A lot has happened since you left, Captain.
Sisko: The Second Fleet hit the Dominion forces occupying Betazed three times in the last month, but they keep sending in reinforcements and fortifying their positions on the surface so we find it
Lisa: Okay, okay, that's it. Please, no more war news. You're depressing me.
Sisko: Oh, sorry.
Lisa: No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for you and me and everyone in the Federation. I can't believe we're at war. Let's change the subject. How about some good news. Tell me there's still something to look forward to when I get home. Tell me people still fall in love and get married and raise families.
Sisko: They do.
Lisa: Good. And what about you? Are you married?
Sisko: No.
Lisa: Seeing anyone? I mean I hate to pry, but I'd like to think that there's still something positive in the life of a starship captain these days.
Sisko: I am seeing someone.
Lisa: Now we're talking. Tell me about her. What's her name?
Sisko: Kasidy Yates.
Lisa: Kasidy? Is she the same Kasidy I spoke to earlier?
Sisko: That's her.
Lisa: She one of your officers?
Sisko: No, civilian. Freighter captain.
Lisa: Uh, oh. Sounds like you're having problems.
Sisko: Why would you say something like that?
Lisa: There's no joy in that voice of yours, Ben. In fact, the tension level went up when you said her name. You sounded more relaxd when you were telling me about the war. Ben, are you still there?
Sisko: Yes. Yes, I'm still here. You just caught me off guard, a little.
Lisa: I can tell. You know, back when I was a junior officer, I dated a civilian for six years. Want to hear about it? Sure you do. Why? Because it's a funny story and one of us needs to cheer up. So we met on Andor. I was assigned to the Federation Embassy as an attaché and he was working in the Andorian Agricultural Ministry. Now at first I didn't want anything to do with him. He kept pointing his antennae at me whenever I walked through his office and I found that sort of rude.
Quark: Excuse me, coming through. Excuse me. Excuse me. Odo?
Odo: Well, this is it.
Quark: Can I see it?
Quark: Oh, very nice. The Major's going to love it. How are going to give it to her? What sort of evening do you have planned?
Odo: I don't have anything planned.
Quark: Fortunately for you, there's still time. Pick one.
Odo: A holosuite program?
Quark: It's your anniversary. You have to do something special.
Odo: I bought her a gift.
Quark: Have it your way, but if it was me and I had found true love after a lifetime of searching, every month would be worth celebrating.
Odo: All right. Let me look at those programs. Come on.
Quark: Looks like the Constable's going to be busy Saturday night. I guess that means he won't be following me around the station, or watching the airlocks for wanted criminals, or monitoring the cargo bays for illegal transactions.
Jake: He has deputies.
Quark: Deputies I can handle. With Odo out of the way my biggest problem will be deciding what to do with all the money I'm about to make!
Lisa: Both my sisters are teachers. I don't know how they can do it. Personally, I can't stand children.
Bashir: Ah ha.
Lisa: I know, I know everyone loves children. Not me.
Bashir: Yeah.
Lisa: What about you? You like children?
Bashir: Oh yeah.
Lisa: Really?
Bashir: Yeah.
Lisa: You know, Doctor, I'm starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you're not really paying attention to. Wait a minute. What's that? There's something moving out there. It's getting closer.
Bashir: What?
Lisa: Stay back. No, don't hurt me.
Bashir: Captain, what's going on?
Lisa: Please, stay back. No, don't! No!
Bashir: Captain Cusak, can you hear me? Hello? Hello? God.
Voice: She's gone.
Bashir: Who is this? What have you done?
Voice: I have eaten her.
Bashir: What?
Voice: I've eaten her! What difference does it make to you? You weren't even listening to her!
Bashir: You have my sincere apologies. I was carried away with my work.
Lisa: I'm a patient, aren't I? Doesn't that make me part of your work?
Bashir: You're right. You're absolutely right. I don't know what I was thinking. You now have my complete attention.
Lisa: Well, I've got news for you, Doc. I'm all talked out. It's time for you to cheer up one of your patients and take her mind off her impending doom.
Bashir: You're not doomed.
Lisa: I feel better already. See how easy that was? Now keep going.
Bashir: Oh, what should I talk about?
Lisa: How did they let you out of medical school with this kind of bedside manner? Are you sure you're a doctor?
Bashir: I graduated second in my class in fact.
Lisa: Oh, and we're especially proud of that, aren't we?
Bashir: I get the feeling it's going to take me some hours to crawl out of this rather sizeable hole I've dug for myself.
Lisa: Not at all. It'll take you days.
Quark: You have my personal assurance they're high quality crystals. And you won't get them at this price anywhere else in the quadrant.
Quark: Five days, cargo bay three. See you then.
Odo: I'll take this one.
Quark: Ah. Paris, Nineteen twenty eight. Nice choice. Say what you will about humans today, their past was certainly romantic.
Odo: Book us four hours starting at twenty one hundred on Sunday night.
Quark: You mean Saturday.
Odo: I mean Sunday.
Quark: But Saturday's the anniversary of your first date.
Odo: Yes, but our first date ended badly. It's not something I want to commemorate, so I've decided to celebrate the anniversary of our first kiss.
Quark: Your first kiss?
Odo: Romantic, isn't it?
Quark: Come on. Come on.
Jake: What's going on?
Quark: My partner. I can't get him on the channel. He's changed his comm. system protocols.
Jake: Already? You just talked to him.
Quark: He's a wanted man, Jake. He has to be very careful about how often he uses subspace. The authorities might try and trace his signal. I have no way of contacting him until he gets here Saturday night.
Jake: Can't you just explain to him that he'll have to wait a day.
Quark: Haven't you been paying attention? If he even sets foot on the station while Odo's on duty, we'll both be in a holding cell faster than you can say criminal conspiracy.
Jake: What are you going to do?
Quark: I think my best option is panic.
O'Brien: When the fighting first broke out, I thought to myself, all right, O'Brien, you've done this before. Keep your head down, focus on the job, you'll get through this just like you did in the last war. But this war's different. Maybe I'm different. I have this growing sense of isolation. I see people, I talk to them, I laugh with them, and. But part of me is always saying they may not be here tomorrow. Don't get too close. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be putting this all on your shoulders, Captain.
Lisa: No, no, it's all right, Miles. I don't mind. It sounds like you really need to talk with someone about this.
O'Brien: I'm sure it's the last thing you need to hear. I should be cheering you up.
Lisa: Forget about me. You're the one who needs cheering up.
O'Brien: Now there's a sad state of affairs.
Lisa: Look, you've seen a lot of combat in the last year. That's a heavy burden to carry around.
O'Brien: You sure you're a Captain, not a counselor?
Lisa: Oh, I'm sure. I'll let you in on a little secret, Miles. I dislike the whole concept of a ship's counselor.
O'Brien: Me, too. I mean, I like some of them personally, but
Lisa: But sometimes they just get in the way.
O'Brien: That's exactly how I feel. But saying it out loud is almost heresy. And there's this assumption nowadays that only someone with a diploma can listen to your problems or give you advice.
Lisa: Sometimes all you need are good friends.
O'Brien: Exactly.
Lisa: So where are they?
O'Brien: Excuse me?
Lisa: Where are your friends, Miles? Why aren't they helping you through this?
O'Brien: Well, we, er, I haven't spoken to them about any of this. You know, it's not the kind of thing you talk about.
Lisa: Well, if you can't talk to your friends and you can't talk to your wife, you know who that leaves? O'BRIEN +
Lisa: A ship's counselor.
Bashir: Excuse me, but it's eighteen hundred hours.
O'Brien: Already?
Bashir: Afraid so.
O'Brien: But we're still talking.
Lisa: Boys, boys, don't fight over me.
Lisa: Miles, I'll talk to you in the morning. Think about what I said.
O'Brien: All right. And I will. Good night, Captain.
Lisa: Good night.
Lisa: Well, Julian, don't let me keep you from your work. I know how busy you are.
Bashir: No work tonight.
Lisa: Oh, so you've decided to spend your valuable time conversing with your patient again. That's three days in a row. You must be swamped with paperwork by now. I feel awful keeping you from your duties like this.
Bashir: I managed to catch up with all my paperwork this afternoon, thank you very much.
Lisa: Let me guess. Thanks to your amazing, genetically engineered brain, you not only did your work, you did the work of ten other doctors at the same time.
Bashir: Well, you've answered the next question I was going to ask you, which is, how are you feeling? I can hear that you're in your usual acerbic good mood.
Lisa: Wrong again, my superhuman friend. As a matter of fact I'm not feeling well at all.
Bashir: Tell me.
Lisa: The last injection didn't do the trick. I feel this heavy weight on my chest. It's getting harder to breathe and every time I move my head, the cave starts spinning.
Sisko: Come in.
Sisko: What is it?
Bashir: Captain Cusak's run out of triox. She's beginning to feel the effects of CO2 poisoning.
Sisko: Already? I thought she had at least a day's worth of injections.
Bashir: So did I, but it apparently the last vial was tainted somehow, probably in the crash.
Sisko: How long does she have?
Bashir: No more than two days.
Sisko: That's not good. We're still three days away.
Bashir: We need more speed.
O'Brien: Speed's not the problem. I could increase the warp plasma ninety seven gigahertz. That would increase our velocity to warp nine point five and save us almost a full day.
Worf: The problem on the Defiant is how to maintain structural integrity when we go above warp nine.
O'Brien: Exactly. At those kinds of speed the ship literally starts tearing herself apart.
Sisko: Is there any way to strengthen the structural integrity field?
O'Brien: Not without bleeding power from some other source.
Sisko: Such as?
O'Brien: The phaser reserves.
Worf: That would be unwise. If we empty the defense reserve, we could find ourselves at an extreme disadvantage should we encounter a Dominion ship.
Bashir: We're a long way from the front lines out here, Worf. The chances of meeting a Dominion ship are negligible.
Worf: We should not take that risk.
Bashir: She'll die if we do not get to her faster.
Sisko: Use the phaser reserve, Chief. Give us all the speed you can.
O'Brien: Aye, sir. Thank you, sir.
Kasidy: How's it going?
Sisko: We're increasing speed. The Captain's condition is worsening.
Kasidy: I see. Is there anything I can do?
Sisko: I don't think so.
Kasidy: Well. I guess I'll see you later.
Sisko: Right.
Kasidy: Right.
Sisko: Are you sure you want to hear about this?
Lisa: Trust me Ben, I'd much rather be worrying about your love life than about my own problems right now.
Sisko: Well, when Kasidy came to the bridge last night, all I wanted her to do was leave. And I couldn't tell you why.
Lisa: She doesn't belong there Ben, that's why. She doesn't belong in that part of your life and you know it. Off duty, I'm sure Kasidy is exactly what you need. But on the Defiant, she's a random element, a piece that doesn't fit anywhere in the puzzle.
Sisko: She was the Convoy Liaison Officer on our last mission, and a damned good one too.
Lisa: This isn't about her. This is about you. You're having trouble doing your job when she's on the Defiant and that's a problem. It's also affecting your relationship, and that's another problem. Don't take it so hard. So you can't mix your personal life and your professional life. Most people can't. I certainly can't. I once served on the same starbase as my sister. Oh, what a nightmare that was.
Sisko: I looking forward to meeting you, Lisa. And I know I'm not the only one around here who feels the same way.
Lisa: If you ask me, everyone on that ship could use some R and R.
Quark: Beautiful, aren't they?
Jake: Gorgeous.
Quark: Do you know how much I was going to get for these? Almost two hundred bars.
Jake: That's a lot.
Quark: No kidding that's a lot. Now, they're just a crate full of junk.
Jake: You know there's still a chance that Odo won't find out about any of this.
Quark: No, he'll find out. Odo would love nothing more than to see me in jail. And after all I did for him.
Jake: Like what?
Quark: Like helping him find true love. That's right. If it wasn't for me, he and Major Kira would've never gotten together in the first place. I was there for him during all the heartache and lonely nights when he was wallowing in misery because she was still seeing Shakaar. I told him to make his move. I told him not to give up. I was there for him. And what did I get out of it? Nothing. He still spies on me, he still bothers me about minor infractions of the law, and he still can't wait for the opportunity to send me to prison. I should have remembered the two hundred and eighty fifth Rule of Acquisition. No good deed ever goes unpunished.
Quark: To failure.
Jake: I'm not drinking to that.
Quark: Jake, in ten minutes my business partner's ship will dock. In fifteen minutes, Odo will arrest him. In twenty minutes, my name will come up, and in twenty five minutes Odo will walk in here with a warrant. I think you should humor me on this one.
Odo: Quark. I'd like that holosuite now after all.
Quark: You would?
Odo: That's right. It turns out Nerys agrees with you. She wants to celebrate the anniversary of our first date, not our first kiss, so here we are. Is the holosuite still available?
Quark: It's, er, it's all yours.
Odo: The program?
Quark: Odo, have a good time.
Odo: Thank you, Quark. I'm sure we will.
Quark: I don't believe it.
Jake: Neither do I.
Quark: I'm going to win this one, Jake. You know what the best part is? I beat Odo. I finally beat him. Jake, I did it. I beat him.
Kira: Well, he looks happy.
Odo: He should be. He's about to make his biggest profit of the year.
Kira: I don't know, Odo. You sure you want to let him get away with smuggling Denevan crystals?
Odo: I owe him one, so he'll get this one. But just this one.
Kira: Why is it every time I think I have you figured out you do something to surprise me? Like tonight. Where did you get the idea to celebrate our one month anniversary in Paris?
Odo: Well, some mysteries are better left unsolved.
Sisko: I want a complete scan of that barrier, but use passive sensors only, gentlemen. An active scan is what triggered the destruction of the Olympia.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
Worf: It appears to be an exogenic field generated by the unstable elements in the planet's core.
Bashir: Captain Cusak just lost consciousness. She's in the last stages of CO2 poisoning. If she's got any chance at all, we have to get her to Sickbay in the next forty five minutes.
O'Brien: Captain, there's no way the Defiant can penetrate the barrier. The energy's composed of subspace metrion radiation. If we get anywhere near it, the dilithium matrix in the warp core will collapse and we'll be pulled down onto the planet surface just like the Olympia.
Sisko: Options?
Bashir: Could we beam through it?
O'Brien: No. We can't get close enough to the barrier to initiate transport.
Sisko: What about a shuttle pod? Their impulse engines don't use antimatter.
Worf: It is unlikely that a shuttle could withstand the gravimetric stresses that are within the barrier.
Bashir: Unlikely, but not impossible.
Sisko: I didn't come all this way to give up. I'll take the risk. Doctor, Mister O'Brien, you're with me. Mister Worf, you have the bridge.
Worf: Aye, sir.
Sisko: Sisko to Defiant. We're preparing to enter the barrier.
Worf: Acknowledged. Good luck, Captain.
Sisko: Thank you, Commander.
O'Brien: Shields down to seventy three percent.
Sisko: Primary power grid offline. Switching to backups.
O'Brien: Shields at fifty percent.
Sisko: We're losing the navigational computer.
Bashir: Secondary navcomp online.
O'Brien: We're coming out of it.
Sisko: Damage report.
O'Brien: Some buckling in the starboard hull plating but otherwise, we're fine.
Sisko: Scan the planet, Doctor.
Bashir: I'm not showing any lifesign. Wait, I've found the crash site and the cave.
Sisko: Is there somewhere we can set down nearby?
Bashir: Yes.
O'Brien: How are we for time?
Bashir: It's going to be tight. We've to get her in the shuttle and back on the ship in twenty minutes.
Bashir: Still no life readings.
Sisko: This has to be the only direction she could have been headed in.
Bashir: Over here.
Bashir: It was a human female. Fifty one years of age at the time of death. Cause of death, carbon dioxide poisoning.
Sisko: It can't be Lisa. That woman's been dead for years.
Bashir: Three years and two months. But all the evidence fits. Age, rank, the way she died.
Sisko: If she's been dead for three years, how has she been talking to us?
O'Brien: It must have something to do with the energy barrier. When her subspace radio signal passed through the metrion radiation in the barrier, the signal somehow time shifted into the future.
Bashir: Then when you sent the return signal?
O'Brien: It went through the barrier and traveled back in time in the same way.
Sisko: We've been talking to someone from the past?
Bashir: So what do we do now?
O'Brien: We should bury her.
Sisko: No, not here. Not alone in this cave. We'll take her back with us. Give her a proper burial among friends.
Dax: It's called an Irish wake. It's a way to memorialize a death and celebrate life at the same time.
Worf: What are we supposed to do?
Dax: Well, drink, sing songs, laugh, cry, talk about the deceased.
Worf: It sounds almost Klingon.
Sisko: Hey.
Kasidy: Hey, yourself.
Sisko: When this is over, I want to talk to you about something. Something that's been on my mind.
Kasidy: Okay. Is it about me?
Sisko: Well, it's about me, actually.
Kasidy: Ah, that's a relief.
Sisko: I want to try to explain about my behavior lately.
Kasidy: Sounds good to me. But we'll talk about it over dinner. You cook.
Sisko: That's a deal.
Bashir: I just wanted to say that although I only spoke with her for a very short time, I really admired Lisa Cusak. I cared about her and I'll miss her. And another thing. Contrary to public opinion, I am not the arrogant, self absorbed, god like doctor that I appear to be on occasion. Why don't I hear anybody objecting to that statement?
O'Brien: Well, I will if you insist.
Bashir: I insist.
O'Brien: Then I object.
Bashir: Thank you, Miles Edward O'Brien. No, I have a heart, and I really care about all of you, even if sometimes it would appear that I care more about my work. To the woman that taught me that it is sometimes necessary to say these things. Lisa Cusak.
All: To Lisa.
O'Brien: I never shook her hand and I never saw her face, but she made me laugh and she made me weep. She was all by herself and I was surrounded by my friends, yet I felt more alone than she did. We've grown apart, the lot of us. We didn't mean for it to happen but it did. The war changed us, pulled us apart. Lisa Cusak was my friend. But you are also my friends, and I want my friends in my life because someday we're going to wake up and we're going to find that someone is missing from this circle, and on that day we're going to mourn, and we shouldn't have to mourn alone. To Lisa and the sweet sound of her voice.


Sahgi: Peldor joi, Emissary.
Sisko: Peldor joi to you, too. Well, it looks like the festival was a big success.
Kira: Oh, everyone seemed to enjoy it. Thank you, Captain.
Sisko: For what?
Kira: For insisting that the festival take place in spite of the fact that we're in the middle of a war.
Sisko: War or no war, we have a lot to be grateful for, and we must remember that.
Kira: Yes, we must. Shouldn't you be heading over to the wardroom for the ceremony?
Sisko: On my way. Let's go.
Sahgi: Come on, you guys. Mommy, look. Isn't it pretty?
Odo: Captain. Nerys, I've been looking for you.
Kira: Yeah, well I don't really feel like talking to you right now.
Odo: Don't you want to hear my side of the story?
Kira: No.
Odo: Somebody has to maintain order on the Promenade.
Kira: You arrested a Vedek.
Odo: I'd hardly call it an arrest. He wasn't in the holding cell for more than an hour. Besides, he broke the law. Fundraising on the Promenade without a license is strictly forbidden. Station regulation fifteen twenty six, paragraph seven.
Kira: Vedek Solis was raising funds for Bajoran flood victims.
Odo: A very worthy cause. Nevertheless, station regulations are quite clear.
Kira: I don't care about station regulations.
Odo: Is that the Orb of Contemplation?
Kira: Goodbye, Odo.
Ross: To Captain Benjamin Lafayette Sisko, in recognition of your remarkable leadership and meritorious conduct against the enemy, and in particular for personal acts of bravery displayed during the battle to retake Deep Space Nine, Starfleet Command is proud to present you the Christopher Pike Medal of Valor. Congratulations, Ben.
Sisko: Thank you, Admiral.
Dax: To think I knew him when he was just a callow youth.
O'Brien: Oh, I bet even then he showed signs of greatness.
Jake: I'm proud of you, Dad.
Ross: Now if you would all excuse us, I'd like a word with the Captain.
Ross: Good news, Ben. Starfleet Command has decided we've been waging a defensive war long enough. They figure we're never going to win this thing unless we take the fight into Dominion territory. Now, I know. I know you've been saying that since the Romulans opened a second front with the Dominion. It took a while, but your message finally got through.
Sisko: When do we go?
Ross: That all depends on you.
Sisko: Me?
Ross: That's right, Ben. Starfleet has chosen you to plan the invasion of Cardassia.
Bashir: Oh, finally. I've been waiting twenty minutes for you two to get out of that holosuite.
Dax: I'm sorry, Julian. We lost track of time.
Bashir: Doing what? You were supposed to be up there exercising. I don't see any sweat. Where are all the bruises, the broken bones, the blood?
Worf: We were talking.
Quark: For an hour and forty five minutes?
Worf: It is a private matter.
Dax: We're thinking about having a baby.
Worf: It was a private matter.
Kira: Kira to Worf. Report to Ops immediately.
Worf: Acknowledged.
Dax: Well you two are awfully quiet.
Bashir: Look, I don't want to dampen your spirits, Jadzia, but I told you before you were married that from a medical point of view it wouldn't be easy for a Trill and a Klingon to have a child.
Quark: And I'm worried the kid'll end up looking like his father.
Dax: Well I hope she does.
Bashir: A baby?
Quark: It's bad enough she married that Klingon psychopath.
Bashir: A baby. Do you have any idea what that means?
Quark: That their marriage is going to last a lot longer than we thought.
Sisko: Five squadrons of Jem'Hadar attack ships. At the moment, that's the entire Dominion fleet protecting the Chin'toka system.
Martok: Only five squadrons. It appears you've found the weak spot we've been looking for.
Sisko: Now all we have to do is to convince the Romulans to join us.
Martok: That will not be an easy task. They're an arrogant and untrustworthy people.
Ross: Without their help, we have little chance of success.
Martok: We will succeed! Mark my words. By this time next year, the three of us will drink bloodwine in the halls of Cardassia's Central Command.
Damar: You're worrying about nothing.
Weyoun: Am I? It's a mistake to underestimate our enemy, Damar. You're spreading our forces too thinly.
Damar: Until we find a way to bring reinforcements from the Gamma Quadrant, we have to make due with what we have. Besides, we needed new ships on the Romulan front, so I sent them.
Weyoun: And in doing so, you left the Chin'toka system vulnerable.
Damar: Not as vulnerable as you think. We don't need starships to protect Chin'toka. Not anymore. These are our new unmanned orbital weapon platforms. Their hulls are protected by regenerative forcefields and their arsenals consist of a thousand plasma torpedoes.
Weyoun: I like them.
Damar: I thought you would. I've already ordered their deployment.
Glinn: Legate Damar, excuse the interruption but we have a problem.
Damar: What kind of a problem?
Dukat: Me. Well, isn't anyone going to welcome me home?
Weyoun: Heroes get welcomed home, Dukat, not failures. Or have you forgotten that under your leadership the Dominion nearly lost this war?
Dukat: As I recall, Weyoun, you were standing right by my side agreeing with every decision I made.
Damar: If you're here because of what happened to your daughter.
Dukat: Damar, you disappoint me. I would have thought you, of all people, would be glad to see your old mentor. I don't hold you responsible for Ziyal's death. You may have fired the phaser, but it was Benjamin Sisko who forced your hand. And that's why I'm here. The time has come for me to take my revenge against the good captain.
Weyoun: We're in the middle of a life and death struggle for control of the entire Alpha Quadrant, and all you care about is quenching your petty thirst for revenge. You haven't changed a bit, have you?
Dukat: On the contrary, I'm a new man. I no longer have a need for conquest or power. I'm far beyond all that. I exist in a state of complete clarity. A clarity I intend to share with the universe.
Weyoun: You're right, Dukat, you have changed. You've gone from being a self important egotist to a self deluded madman. I hardly call that an improvement. I don't have time for this. Remove him.
Damar: Wait. Why did you come?
Dukat: Isn't that obvious? To give you what you desire above all else. The Alpha Quadrant. All I need is a certain Bajoran artifact. One of the many the Cardassians appropriated during the occupation.
Weyoun: And how is this artifact going to help us?
Dukat: Let's just say it will make it possible for Dominion reinforcements to come through that wormhole and destroy Captain Sisko and the Federation once and for all.
Letant: Really, Captain, I see no reason why I should sit here and allow this Klingon jackal to call me a coward.
Martok: Apparently, this jackal has more courage than the entire Romulan Senate.
Letant: You see my point?
Worf: General, you must try to remain calm.
Martok: This is not the time for calm. It's time to strike the enemy and strike them hard.
Sisko: We found their weak point. Now we need to exploit it.
Martok: But this p'tagh would rather sit home and count his dead.
Letant: If we invade Cardassia now, all we'll do is count our dead.
Sisko: Gentlemen, please. We're allies, remember that.
Martok: What good is an ally who'll stab you in the back?
Letant: Notice the primitive rage in his eye, the uncontrolled brutality. Klingons can be quite entertaining, can't they? Every Romulan zoo should have a pair.
Sisko: Sit down, General! Save your anger for the Dominion. Senator, you've studied our invasion plans.
Letant: Yes, I have. And I continue to find them premature. Let the Dominion continue to send its fleets against us and we will annihilate them one by one.
Ross: And they'll continue to rebuild their ships and send more.
Worf: The Dominion breed Jem'Hadar faster than we can destroy them.
Sisko: The only way to achieve a lasting victory is to demolish their shipyards, their weapon plants, to force them to retreat deeper and deeper into their own territory until our ships can surround their headquarters on Cardassia Prime and they will have no choice but to surrender. I know it won't be easy. I know that we will pay a heavy price for every system we take from them. But in the end, that's the only way to drive the Dominion out of the Alpha Quadrant, and that is a goal we all share. Klingons, humans and Romulans.
Bashir: That was great, Vic.
Vic: It's not one of the most requested songs in my repertoire, but I'm glad you liked it. So, why the long face, pallie?
Bashir: It's a long story, friend.
Vic: This wouldn't be about Dax's baby, would it?
Quark: What is he, a telepath?
Vic: No, I'm a hologram.
Bashir: Yeah, a very smart one.
Vic: It's simple. You take one beautiful, happily married filly, add the possibility of her giving birth to a foal, and what's that leave you? A couple of lovesick stallions that never got out of the starting gate.
Quark: You have any idea what he's talking about?
Vic: Hey, I've got news for you guys. It's time to move onto greener pastures.
Bashir: It's tough to lose a woman like Dax.
Vic: I hate to break it to you, pallie, but you lost her a long time ago. You both did. But lucky for you, space is big. There are a lot of other nice girls out there, with or without spots. Capisce?
Quark: That's it? That's supposed to cheer us up?
Vic: The truth shall set you free.
Quark: You feel any better?
Bashir: A little. How about you?
Quark: I guess.
Vic: Good, because you were starting to depress the band.
Bashir: Well, thanks, Vic. We appreciate the advice.
Quark: I like this place. I may drop by more often.
Vic: Anytime, pallie, anytime.
Vic: Nice guys, but absolutely clueless.
Jake: So, when do we leave?
Sisko: We?
Jake: I'm a journalist, Dad. Remember?
Sisko: That may be true, but you're not going, Jake.
Jake: But, Dad, we're talking about the invasion of Cardassia. A savage thrust into the very heart of the Dominion. That's not how I would write it.
Sisko: That's a relief. But you're still not going, son.
Jake: I have to go. It's my job. Now if you don't want me on the Defiant, fine. I'll go with General Martok. Get the story from a Klingon perspective.
Sisko: All right, Jake, the Defiant it is.
Jake: So when do we leave?
Sisko: Just keep your bags packed.
Jake: Yes, sir.
Jake: Don't worry, Dad. We'll watch out for each other.
Worf: The Sisko is of Bajor.
Martok: It is where he belongs.
Ross: It is where he is meant to be.
Sisko: Are you telling me not to go to Cardassia?
Ross: The Sisko is of Bajor.
Martok: It is dangerous to walk a different path.
Sisko: Dangerous? In what way?
Ross: The Sisko must not leave the chosen path.
Worf: The Sisko is of Bajor.
Letant: It is where he belongs.
Sisko: Why is it dangerous to leave? And how will it affect Bajor? You have to tell me.
Ross: The Cardassians call them orbital weapon platforms. Intelligence reports indicate the Dominion has placed hundreds of them throughout the Chin'toka system.
Sisko: Are they operational?
Ross: No, not yet.
Martok: How much time do we have before they are?
Ross: Two, maybe three days.
Letant: So, it would appear that your weak spot is about to become much stronger.
Martok: Leave it to a Romulan to run at the first sign of trouble.
Letant: And leave it to a Klingon to leap to the wrong conclusion. The Romulan Empire has agreed to join the invasion of Cardassia and we live up to our agreements. The only question is, can the invasion be launched before the defensive grid is activated?
Martok: We'll have to leave first thing in the morning.
Ross: Then it's settled. Good luck, gentlemen. Good luck to us all.
Letant: Romulans don't believe in luck.
Martok: All the better. It leaves more for the rest of us.
Ross: You've been quiet, Ben. Those weapon platforms have you worried?
Sisko: It's not about that, sir. It's about the Prophets, the wormhole aliens. They spoke to me last night.
Ross: I hope they gave the mission their blessing.
Sisko: They told me not to go to Cardassia. That I should stay here.
Ross: Did they give you a reason?
Sisko: Nothing concrete. Just that it's too dangerous.
Ross: In what way? Dangerous to you, to the mission, to Bajor?
Sisko: I'm not sure.
Ross: What is it you're telling me, Ben? You want permission to stay behind?
Sisko: It's not about what I want. It's about what the Prophets want.
Ross: That's not a good enough answer, not from a Starfleet captain.
Sisko: The Prophets don't see me as a Starfleet captain. They see me as their Emissary.
Ross: That's the problem, isn't it? For the past six years you've tried to be both, and up to now I've been patient. I've indulged you, I've gone out on a limb for you many times, but this is it. You've got to make a decision. You are either the Emissary or a Starfleet captain. You can't be both.
Sisko: I'll be on the Defiant bridge at oh five hundred.
Damar: A combined fleet at Deep Space Nine?
Weyoun: Composed of Federation, Klingon and Romulan ships.
Damar: You think they'll head for the Chin'toka system?
Weyoun: I would.
Damar: Well then, we have nothing to worry about. The weapon platforms will be operational in time to greet them.
Weyoun: That's a very comforting thought, if it's accurate.
Damar: I'll make sure that it is.
Dukat: Gentlemen. I hope I'm not interrupting.
Weyoun: What is it now, Dukat?
Dukat: I've found it. Behold, the key to victory.
Dukat: Oh, I see you remain skeptical. Well, you won't be for long. Over the past few months, I've immersed myself in the study of the Bajoran Ancient Texts.
Dukat: And I've come to realize that the wormhole is much more than the gateway to the Gamma Quadrant. It's the Temple of the Prophets. It's from there that they smile benevolently down on Bajor. It's from there that they protect that world and its people. The sad truth is, we wasted our time fighting the Bajorans when we should've been fighting their gods.
Damar: How do you fight a god?
Dukat: I'll show you. You see, we have an ally we never knew we had. You may want to step back. Dorrah tolka bretri pah'rahn, meedor. Dorrah tolka ullkess pah'rahn.
Damar: Dukat!
Dukat: Your concern is touching, but unnecessary.
Kira: Busy?
Odo: A little.
Kira: I'm leaving with the task force first thing in the morning.
Odo: I heard.
Kira: And?
Odo: And I'm sorry I arrested him. I was simply trying to do my duty, but I can see how it might have seemed excessive.
Kira: What are you talking about?
Odo: Vedek Solis. That's why you're here, isn't it?
Kira: No, but now I know why you've been avoiding me for the past few days.
Odo: I haven't been avoiding you. I've been helping you to avoid me.
Kira: Why would I want to do that?
Odo: Because you don't want us to be together anymore?
Kira: Is that what you've been thinking? Odo, we had an argument. People have them all the time. Look at Dax and Worf. They love each other, but they fight all the time.
Odo: Are you saying that you love me?
Kira: Don't change the subject.
Odo: Which is?
Kira: I don't even know anymore.
Odo: But you're no longer angry at me?
Kira: No. But you were wrong to arrest the Vedek.
Odo: I see.
Kira: And I thought that we could spend my last night on the station together.
Odo: That's a wonderful idea.
Kira: Then I will see you later.
Odo: I look forward to that.
Kira: Good.
Odo: You know, Nerys, observing humanoid relationships and being in one are very different things.
Kira: Like night and day.
O'Brien: If you ask me, it's an ungodly hour to go to war. You can quote me on that.
Jake: I will.
O'Brien: Oh, Jadzia? Will you look in on Keiko and the kids while I'm gone?
Dax: You can count on it.
O'Brien: And try to keep Julian out of trouble.
Dax: Now that's pushing.
Sisko: It's your station, old man.
Dax: I'll take good care of her.
Dax: Give my best to the Jem'Hadar. Oh, I'll do that. I said a prayer at the shrine last night for the two of you.
Dax: About having a baby?
Kira: The Prophets can be helpful in such matters.
Dax: I hope they're listening.
Dax: Did you hear that? We have the Prophets on our side.
Worf: According to Doctor Bashir, we need all the help we can get.
Dax: Just remember, when you get back, we have a lot of work to do.
Worf: I don't consider that work.
Dax: I wish I was going with you.
Worf: You are. In here.
Dax: I love it when you get romantic.
Nog: Captain on the Bridge.
Sisko: As you were.
O'Brien: You got here early.
Garak: This is a momentous occasion. It's not every day I embark on a journey to liberate my homeworld.
O'Brien: That's one way to put it.
Martok: This is General Martok to all ships. Assume tactical formation. We are moving out.
Sisko: Take us to Cardassia, Mister Nog.
Nog: Aye, sir.
Damar: The enemy fleet is approaching the Chin'toka system.
Weyoun: What's the status of our weapon platforms?
Damar: Still offline.
Weyoun: It pains me to say this, but you Cardassians are proving to be quite a disappointment.
Damar: I'll remind you that you said that.
O'Brien: Looks like we're in luck, Captain. The defensive grid's still offline.
Kira: Jem'Hadar fighters approaching, bearing zero five nine mark zero three one.
Nog: They must know they don't stand a chance against a fleet this size.
Worf: That will not matter to the Jem'Hadar.
Sisko: Sit down, Jake.
Jake: All right.
Martok: Martok to Sisko.
Sisko: Go ahead.
Martok: My attack wing is closest to those Jem'Hadar fighters. Preparing to engage.
Sisko: Good luck, General.
Nog: I always thought the Jem'Hadar were crazy.
Garak: There's method to their madness. They're inflicting considerable damage on the Klingons.
Worf: And buying time to get their weapon platforms operational.
Sisko: Sisko to Martok.
Martok: The Jem'Hadar have managed to cripple or destroy fifteen of my ships.
Sisko: Do you need any assistance?
Martok: That won't be necessary. Commence firing on the weapon platforms.
Damar: I believe you owe me an apology.
Weyoun: I believe you're right.
Damar: Now, if Dukat can get our reinforcements through the wormhole
Weyoun: I'm not sure how much faith I have in this, what did he call it?
Damar: A Pah wraith.
Weyoun: Pah wraiths and Prophets. All this talk of gods strikes me as nothing more than superstitious nonsense.
Damar: You believe that the Founders are gods, don't you?
Weyoun: That's different.
Damar: In what way?
Weyoun: The Founders are gods.
Worf: We are unable to penetrate their forcefields.
Garak: Captain, I've just noticed something odd about those platforms.
Sisko: Don't keep it to yourself, Mister Garak.
Garak: Not one of them seem to have a power generator on board.
O'Brien: He's right. Each one seems to be getting its power from a central source.
Kira: We've got to find that source and destroy it.
Sisko: Chief?
O'Brien: I'm on it.
Bashir: According to the DNA scans I did this morning, the ovarian resequencing enzymes I gave you appear to be working.
Dax: You mean Worf and I can have a baby?
Bashir: It certainly looks that way. I must say, I didn't expect such positive results so early. It's quite amazing, actually.
Dax: Oh, thank you, Julian.
Bashir: It's all part of being a doctor.
Dax: Oh no, it's more than that. You're a good friend. You always have been.
Bashir: And I always will be.
Dax: I'd better get back to work. But first I'm going to stop by the Bajoran shrine.
Bashir: What for?
Dax: Kira said a prayer for me and Worf last night. She told the Prophets how much we wanted a baby.
Bashir: I'd say they'd been listening. That is, if you believe in Prophets.
Dax: Oh, well I do today.
Dax: I'm not sure if I'm doing this correctly. I don't come here a lot. And to be perfectly honest, I feel more comfortable thinking of you as wormhole # aliens, but Kira believes you're much more than that. Maybe she's right, I don't know. But if you are Prophets, and you're listening, I just want to say
Dax: Dukat.
Jake: Dad, what is it?
Kira: Captain?
Sisko: I'm not sure. I think I felt the Prophets reaching out to me. Something's wrong.
O'Brien: Sir, I found it. There's a subspace power generator on a small moon orbiting the far planet. It's transmitting energy to the weapon platforms. Captain?
Kira: Take us there, Mister Nog.
Nog: Aye, sir.
Kira: Get him back to his quarters. Don't worry, Captain. We'll get the job done.
Dukat: I know this is small comfort, but I never intended you any harm.
Nog: Approaching the target.
Kira: On screen.
Worf: Target locked.
Kira: Fire.
Worf: We are unable to penetrate the moon's defensive grid.
O'Brien: Sir, I have an idea.
Kira: Go ahead.
O'Brien: Maybe we can't destroy that power generator, but I bet those weapon platforms could.
Kira: Why would they fire on their own power source?
Garak: We'd have to fool the platforms' targeting systems into thinking the generator's an enemy ship.
O'Brien: We can use our deflector array to imprint a Federation warp signature on the generator's energy matrix.
Worf: It is worth a try.
Kira: Evasive maneuvers, Mister Nog. Pattern Theta.
O'Brien: Induction stabilizers set. Booster modulators synchronized. Ready to activate deflector.
Kira: Do it.
Nog: Yes! We did it!
Martok: Martok to the Defiant.
Kira: Go ahead, General.
Martok: Well done, Major. We will begin transporting ground troops to both planets immediately.
O'Brien: Major, we're receiving a priority one transmission from Deep Space Nine. It's from Julian.
Weyoun: This is a disaster. Federation soldiers have landed on Cardassian soil and now you're telling me the wormhole is gone and with it any chance of getting reinforcements from the Gamma Quadrant.
Dukat: I'm well aware things didn't turn out quite the way I planned, but I assure you we still achieved a great victory.
Weyoun: Forgive me if I don't share your euphoria.
Dukat: Well you should. The Bajoran people have been cut off from their gods, perhaps forever.
Damar: How does that help us?
Dukat: Because Sisko has been cut off from the Prophets as well. And without the Prophets, he's just another Starfleet captain.
Weyoun: And that's supposed to make me feel better?
Dukat: Oh, believe me, it will.
Crowd: Emissary, Emissary.
Sahgi: Emissary! My mother says all the Orbs are dark, that the Prophets have abandoned us. You have to find them, Emissary. You have to ask them to come back.
Sisko: I will try.
Bashir: I managed to save the Dax symbiont. We have to get it to Trill as soon as possible. There was nothing I could do for Jadzia.
Dax: I'm sorry.
Worf: Save your strength.
Dax: Our baby would have been so beautiful.
Worf: neH taH Kronos. Hegh bat'lhqu Hoch nej maH. neH taH Kronos. yay je bat'lh manob Hegh.
Sisko: The funeral service is due to begin in a few minutes, Jadzia but I need to talk to you one last time. When I first met you, you told me that my relationship with Jadzia Dax wouldn't be any different than the one I had with Curzon Dax. Things didn't work out that way. I had a hell of a lot of fun with both of you, but Curzon was my mentor. You, you were my friend and I am going to miss you. I should have listened to the Prophets and not gone to Cardassia. Then maybe you'd still be alive. Damn it! Why aren't you still here, Jadzia? I need you to help me sort things out. Something's happened to the Prophets, something that's made them turn their backs on Bajor and I'm responsible. And I don't know what to do about it, how to make it right again. I've failed as the Emissary, and for the first time in my life I've failed in my duty as a Starfleet officer. I need time to think, clear my head, but I can't do it here. Not on the station, not now. I need to get away and find a way to figure out how to make things right again. I have to make things right again, Jadzia. I have to.
Sisko: The station's all yours, Major.
Kira: She'll be here when you get back.
Bashir: This leave of absence you're taking, sir. How long do you think you'll be gone?
Sisko: I don't know exactly.
Odo: We'll be waiting.
O'Brien: Good luck, sir.
Sisko: Thanks, Chief. My thanks to all of you. Let's go home, Jake. Landing pad C.
Kira: I was afraid of that. He's not sure he's coming back.
Odo: What makes you say that?
Kira: His baseball. He took it with him.
Jake: Dad Grandpa's ready to close up the restaurant. He wants to know when you're coming in.
Sisko: In a little while.


Ross: Starfleet has chosen you to plan the invasion of Cardassia.
Bashir: I managed to save the Dax symbiont. There was nothing I could do for Jadzia.
Weyoun: Federation soldiers have landed on Cardassian soil and now you're telling me the wormhole is gone and with it any chance of getting reinforcements from the Gamma Quadrant.
Sisko: Why aren't you still here, Jadzia? I need you to help me sort things out. Something's happened to the Prophets, something that's made them turn their backs on Bajor and I'm responsible. And I don't know what to do about it, how to make it right again. I've failed as the Emissary, and for the first time in my life I've failed in my duty as a Starfleet officer.
Sisko: The station's all yours, Major.
Kira: She'll be here when you get back.
Sisko: Let's go home, Jake. And now, the continuation.
Odo: Colonel.
Kira: I wish you'd stop doing that.
Odo: Doing what?
Kira: Calling me by my rank. I was promoted two months ago. Besides, it sounds so formal.
Odo: Well, has Admiral Ross, or should I say Bill, arrived yet?
Kira: The admiral's ship is due in three hours, and I wish I knew what he wanted to talk to me about.
Odo: Maybe he's bringing good news. We could certainly use it.
Kira: Yeah, well don't get your hopes up. There was something about the tone of his voice.
Odo: Something ominous?
Kira: Something pleasant. It was like he was going out of his way to be nice.
Odo: I see.
Kira: Well, whatever he wants to tell me, he knows I'm not going to like it.
Odo: How can you be so sure?
Kira: It comes with the job. No, I'm serious. Sitting in the Captain's chair, having that kind of responsibility, it focuses you.
Odo: Well, I'll take your word for it.
Kira: How long have they been there?
Odo: Three days.
Kira: I remember when the cult of the Pah wraiths was a joke. Now those red armbands are appearing all over Bajor. It's like everyone's gone crazy.
Odo: A lot of people feel abandoned by the Prophets.
Kira: Believe me, I know how they feel. That's no excuse to turn to hate and fear.
Odo: In times of trouble, some people find comfort in hate and fear. If you'd like, I can charge them with loitering and have them removed from the station.
Kira: Oh, what good would that do? I keep thinking if the Emissary were here, things might be different.
Odo: I would have thought we would have heard from Captain Sisko by now.
Kira: Not a word in three months.
Odo: Nerys. I realize that things may seem bleak at the moment, but there's always hope.
Kira: When did you turn into an optimist?
Odo: Must have been that day in front of Quark's, when we kissed for the first time.
Kira: That was some kiss, wasn't it?
Odo: Changed my life.
O'Brien: Gentlemen, we are home.
Bashir: There should be a law against convoy duty lasting more than ten days.
Nog: I'll say one thing for guarding convoys, it's usually a lot safer than being on the front lines.
Worf: Is that the reason you joined Starfleet, Ensign? To be safe?
Nog: I didn't mean that the way it sounded, sir.
Worf: In wartime, it is the duty of every soldier fight.
Nog: Yes, sir.
Worf: The invasion of Cardassia has ground to a halt while our casualties continue to mount. It is a time for warriors to do great deeds, to triumph in glorious battle, not waste away protecting a shipment of stembolts.
Nog: I hope Commander Worf doesn't think I'm afraid to fight.
O'Brien: Relax, don't take it so personally. Worf is just going through a bad time at the moment.
Bashir: I think he needs to focus on something other than Jadzia, and I hate to admit it but a little combat duty just might do the trick.
O'Brien: Pretty soon the Defiant will be going into battle, Worf will be happy and the rest of us will be miserable.
Nog: It's not that I'm afraid to fight, I just don't want to die. I wish Captain Sisko were here.
O'Brien: So do I, Ensign. So do I.
Joseph: If I were you, I'd order the crawfish etoufee. And if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for him. I think table five is ready to order.
Jake: He's been at that piano since seven o'clock this morning.
Joseph: Customers seem to like it.
Jake: Grandpa.
Joseph: Look, I'm worried too, but he's got something to work out. Best we leave him alone.
Jake: We've left him alone for three months. He said he came here to figure out a way to contact the Prophets, to make things right. So far he hasn't even left the restaurant.
Jake: Dad? What's wrong? Dad?
Sisko: I had a vision from the Prophets. I was on Tiree, in the desert, digging in the sand, and I uncovered a face. The face of a woman.
Jake: And?
Sisko: And that's all.
Jake: Who was she?
Sisko: I've never seen her before, but now I know why I came back here, Jake. I have to find her. I have to.
Ross: Colonel, I really don't see anything for you to be concerned about. I've met Senator Cretak and found her to be very cooperative.
Kira: For a Romulan.
Ross: Cretak's a strong supporter of the Alliance and we're going to need that kind of support if we're going to win this war.
Kira: I wouldn't care if the Romulans were the only thing standing between us and total annihilation. I would still think twice before allowing them to establish a military presence here on the station.
Ross: We're just talking about a few offices for the senator and her staff.
Kira: And a contingent of personal guards.
Ross: A dozen people at most. Besides, it's just a temporary arrangement until the end of the war.
Kira: And when will that be?
Ross: Let's get one thing straight, Colonel. I came here as a courtesy to you. This decision has already been made.
Kira: And I have to live with it.
Ross: That's right. You've done a fine job taking over for Captain Sisko.
Kira: I'm just keeping his seat warm.
Ross: You still think he's coming back?
Kira: Don't you?
Ross: I'll be in touch.
Damar: As you can see, we've halted the Klingon advance against Monac Four. We estimate their casualties to be at least thirty percent.
Weyoun: They should've been higher. Nevertheless, congratulations, Damar. The enemy remains bottled up in the Chin'toka system and that's where they'll stay until we destroy them.
Damar: I'd offer you a glass, but I know how much you dislike kanar.
Weyoun: I'm beginning to think you like it too much.
Damar: I wouldn't trust a Cardassian that didn't enjoy a glass of kanar every once in a while.
Weyoun: Tell me, Damar, when you're alone, do you even bother with a glass, or do you just drink that swill directly from the bottle?
Damar: Depends on my mood. And right now, I feel like celebrating. We owe Gul Dukat a debt of gratitude.
Weyoun: Unfortunately, I agree. Somehow, releasing that Pah wraith into the wormhole has shifted the momentum of the war into our favor.
Damar: Do you ever wonder what goes on? Inside the wormhole, I mean.
Weyoun: Not really.
Damar: The Prophets and the Pah wraiths locked in some form of celestial battle. It's fascinating.
Weyoun: I never realized you had such a vivid imagination.
Damar: There's a lot about me you don't know.
Weyoun: Just remember, too much imagination can be dangerous.
Jake: Dad, Grandpa and I are going to Armstrong Park to listen to some music. You want to come?
Sisko: You two go ahead.
Jake: What's that?
Sisko: The woman in my vision. I don't want to forget her face. I'll see you in the morning.
Jake: Hey, I've seen her before.
Sisko: Where?
Jake: In a photograph. I'll be right back.
Jake: Here she is. I knew it. It's her, isn't it?
Sisko: She's with Grandpa. I don't understand. Who is she?
Jake: Why don't you ask Grandpa?
Joseph: Ask me what?
Sisko: This woman.
Joseph: Where'd you get that?
Jake: I found it last week when I was cleaning out the storage room. I meant to ask you about it.
Sisko: So who is she, Dad?
Joseph: No one at all, you hear me? She's no one at all.
Vic: Hey, pallie, where you been keeping yourself?
Worf: Convoy duty.
Vic: Doesn't sound very exciting.
Worf: It was not.
Vic: Well, if you're looking for some action, you've come to the right place. What do you say we hit the craps tables, huh? Or maybe some blackjack to get the blood pumping?
Worf: Sing the song.
Vic: I don't think that's such a good idea.
Worf: Sing the song.
Vic: C'mon, pallie, why rub salt in an open wound?
Worf: You are a hologram. You are programd to do as I say. Sing the song.
Vic: It's your dime. Park it right there. And don't say I didn't warn you. Which reminds me of a story Joey once told me
Worf: Sing!
Vic: Son of a gun, I think he means it. Hey, you heard the man.
Cretak: This monitor is still offline. I want it operational within the hour. I hope all the chairs on this station aren't this uncomfortable.
Kira: I'm afraid they are. But don't worry, you'll get used to them.
Cretak: I'm sure I will. You must be Colonel Kira.
Kira: I'm sorry I wasn't at the airlock to greet you when you arrived, but I was
Cretak: No need to explain, Colonel. You must be quite busy.
Kira: I hope you find your accommodations satisfactory. Other than the chairs, of course.
Cretak: I'm sure we'll be quite comfortable here. I trust that won't be a problem for you.
Kira: Meaning what?
Cretak: My people have a reputation for arrogance. I'm afraid it's well earned.
Kira: But you're different. Or so Admiral Ross tells me.
Cretak: The admiral and I have a good working relationship. I hope to have a similar one with you.
Kira: I'd like nothing more.
Cretak: Then I look forward to working with you toward our common goal, the destruction of the Dominion.
Bashir: Worf did this?
Vic: With his own two hands. And it's not the first time he's busted up the joint. I don't care how much he threatens me, that's the last time I ever sing 'All the Way.' If he wants to hear it again, let him buy a Sinatra album.
Bashir: All the Way. That was Jadzia's favorite song. I'm sorry, Vic, but you're going to have to forgive him. He's having a hard time accepting her death.
Quark: So am I, but you don't see me busting up the joint.
Bashir: She wasn't your wife.
Quark: She should have been.
Bashir: There is something wrong.
Vic: That's what I've been telling you.
Bashir: Klingons usually have a shorter mourning period than humans. They accept death more readily than we do.
Vic: Well, something is driving Worf cuckoo. Your buddy needs to get some serious help and soon. The band is threatening to quit.
Quark: They can't quit. They're holograms.
Vic: They don't know that.
Bashir: I'll see what I can do.
Vic: Hang in there, pallie.
Bashir: I'll try, but I think Jadzia's death has made us all a little cuckoo.
Sisko: Dad?
Joseph: You should be in bed.
Sisko: Not until you tell me what I need to know.
Joseph: I already told you. She's no one.
Sisko: You're going to have to do better than that.
Joseph: Leave it be, Ben.
Sisko: I can't. I saw her. The vision the Prophets sent me. She was the woman in the desert.
Joseph: That's impossible.
Sisko: I'm telling you, I saw her.
Joseph: You couldn't have.
Sisko: Dad, please. Who is she?
Joseph: I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk about it.
Sisko: Dad.
Joseph: No!
Sisko: You have to tell me. I need to know who she is!
Joseph: Her name was Sarah. I met her in June of '31. It was in Jackson Square. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Two months later, we were married.
Sisko: Married? You had a wife before Mum?
Joseph: It's a little bit more complicated than that, Ben. You see, Sarah was your mother.
Joseph: Sarah and I were married for two years. She seemed very happy. I certainly was. Two days after your first birthday, she disappeared.
Sisko: What do you mean she disappeared?
Joseph: She left me.
Sisko: Why?
Joseph: I've asked myself that question a thousand times. I never did come up with the answer.
Sisko: And you never found out what happened to her?
Joseph: It took me three years, but I found out. She was living in Australia working as a holo-photographer.
Sisko: Well, I have to speak with her.
Joseph: You can't.
Sisko: Damn it, Dad, I have to.
Joseph: She's dead. She died in a hovercraft accident about a month before I tracked her down. I loved that woman and she loved me. I know she did.
Sisko: Why didn't you tell me about her?
Joseph: I wanted to, many times. But you were so young when she left.
Sisko: I grew up.
Joseph: I thought that might make it easier, but it didn't.
Sisko: That's no excuse.
Joseph: I know. I'm sorry. But you see, you and your stepmother were so close. She made you laugh like nobody else, and I didn't want anything to get in the way of that.
Sisko: I loved Momma. Nothing would've changed that.
Joseph: She said the same thing.
Sisko: You should have listened to her.
Joseph: Life is full of choices. You make them and hope for the best. Sometimes you're right, and sometimes you're not. I made a mistake.
Sisko: Yeah, you did.
Joseph: I still don't understand why the Prophets would send you a vision of Sarah.
Sisko: I came back here to clear my head, to try to figure out what to do next. Maybe learning the truth about my mother is the first step of this journey.
Joseph: Well, from here on out, I hope the Prophets keep their noses out of my business.
Sisko: Are there any other secrets I should know about?
Joseph: Just my gumbo recipe, but I'm taking that to my grave.
Cretak: Colonel, I was just coming to see you. What is it?
Kira: Nothing. I just never thought I'd see a Romulan eating a jumja stick.
Cretak: I was curious.
Kira: And?
Cretak: It has a distinct flavor.
Kira: Personally, I can't stand them. Too sweet.
Cretak: Then you should try a Romulan osol twist. Very tart.
Kira: I'll do that.
Cretak: I wanted to let you know that a squadron of warbirds will be arriving at the station tomorrow morning for refitting.
Kira: I'll tell Chief O'Brien to start replicating Romulan system modules.
Cretak: Excellent. I had no idea Bajorans were so efficient.
Kira: Coming from a Romulan, that's quite a compliment.
Cretak: Oh, one more thing. It's about Bajor's fourth moon.
Kira: Derna?
Cretak: It's uninhabited, correct?
Kira: Last time I checked.
Cretak: Do you think your government would allow us to set up a hospital facility there? Too many of our wounded are dying on the long journey back to Romulus.
Kira: I'll ask the Council of Ministers.
Cretak: I'd appreciate anything you can do.
Bashir: You've got to get him talking. But whatever you do, don't mention Jadzia. Let him do that.
O'Brien: I don't think Worf wants to talk about her.
Bashir: He may not want to but he needs to, I think. Given the right circumstances, he will.
O'Brien: Well, we have one circumstance in our favor. Twenty three oh one. A very good year for bloodwine.
Bashir: I'll let you do your work. You sure one bottle's going to be enough?
O'Brien: Good bye, Julian.
Worf: Chief.
O'Brien: Can I come in?
Worf: Why?
O'Brien: Well, because it's been a long time since we shared one of these.
O'Brien: Got any glasses?
Worf: None that are clean.
O'Brien: Oh well, who needs glasses, hey? Cheers. Mmm. Warm the cockles.
Worf: Very smooth. Good night, Chief.
O'Brien: Hold on. You call that a visit?
Worf: I enjoyed it.
O'Brien: Come on, Worf. I came to talk.
Worf: About what?
O'Brien: Anything you want. Old friends, the Enterprise. Remember what's his name, Lieutenant Barclay?
Worf: Who can forget him?
O'Brien: Those holosuite programs of his.
Worf: The Three Musketeers.
O'Brien: Geordi waving that sword around.
O'Brien: Ah, that's better.
Quark: So, what did you find out?
O'Brien: That you should never try to match drinks with a Klingon.
Quark: Yeah, yeah, but what did you and Worf talk about?
Bashir: Why do you care?
Quark: Because some day that crazy Klingon may get tired of smashing up a holosuite bar and decide to come down here and smash up a real one.
Bashir: What did you talk about?
O'Brien: A lot of things. His son, Alexander. Growing up in Russia. The proper way to eat gagh.
Quark: What does any of that have to do with Jadzia?
O'Brien: Nothing. It wasn't until about oh four hundred, when we were polishing off the third bottle of bloodwine that he even mentioned Jadzia. You know, this could be a little sweeter.
Bashir: Miles, what did he say about her?
O'Brien: She's not in Sto-vo-kor.
Quark: You mean Klingon heaven? What would she be doing there? She wasn't a Klingon.
O'Brien: As far as Worf is concerned, she was. She did join the House of Martok.
Bashir: Then what makes him think she's not in Sto-vo-kor?
O'Brien: For one thing, she never ate the heart of one of her enemies.
Quark: She always was a little squeamish.
O'Brien: And secondly, she didn't die in glorious battle.
Quark: You mean being murdered by a Pah wraith in cold blood doesn't count?
O'Brien: Do you want to know what's bothering Worf or not?
Bashir: There's more?
O'Brien: Apparently there is a way for Worf to ensure that Jadzia gets into Sto-vo-kor. He has to win a great battle in her name.
Quark: I could let him beat me at tongo.
O'Brien: Not good enough. Unless he has to carve his way through a hundred Jem'Hadar to get to the table.
Quark: Why does everything with Klingons have to involve bloodshed?
Bashir: No wonder he's been so frustrated with convoy duty. Maybe we should talk to Admiral Ross.
O'Brien: Oh, yeah, I can see it now. Admiral, could you please send the Defiant on the most dangerous mission you can think of? Jadzia needs to get into Sto-vo-kor.
Quark: Sounds good to me.
Bashir: Then you ask him.
O'Brien: What about General Martok? He's due to arrive on the station tomorrow morning.
Bashir: Good thinking. Who better than a Klingon to help a Klingon?
Joseph: Beautiful night, isn't it?
Sisko: I'm sure you're right.
Joseph: You thinking about Sarah?
Sisko: Actually, I was thinking about Jadzia. She always used to be here to help me sort things out. I miss her.
Joseph: I know you do. I came out to give you this. It was Sarah's. I want you to have it. I think she would have, too.
Sisko: Thanks, Dad.
Joseph: There's some kind of writing on the back.
Joseph: What's the matter?
Sisko: This writing. It's ancient Bajoran.
Joseph: What does it say?
Sisko: I don't know. But I intend to find out.
Joseph: I still don't understand why Sarah would have a locket with Bajoran writing on it. I don't recall her ever mentioning Bajor to me.
Jake: Maybe she didn't know it was Bajoran. Maybe it was a gift from someone.
Sisko: Finally, some progress.
Joseph: What is it?
Sisko: The inscription. It says Orb of the Emissary.
Jake: I never knew there was an Orb of the Emissary.
Sisko: I've never heard of it either. At least, there's no mention of it in the Bajoran Ancient Texts.
Joseph: Sounds like you've reached a dead end.
Sisko: Not necessarily. What if the Orb does exist? What if it didn't go dark like all the others when the wormhole disappeared?
Jake: If you can find it, maybe you can find a way to contact the Prophets.
Sisko: Oh, I'm going to find it.
Joseph: But it could be anywhere. Where do you begin to look?
Sisko: Tiree.
Jake: Why there?
Sisko: Because that's where I was in the vision the Prophets sent me.
Cretak: Are these the latest casualty reports?
Kira: From the Dominion counterattack in the Chin'toka system. I'm afraid that your people took the brunt of the assault.
Cretak: What matters is that we held our position. As for our casualties, at least we now have the hospital complex on Derna to care for the wounded. And we have you to thank, Colonel.
Kira: Oh, no. All I did was put in your request to the Council of Ministers. They made the decision.
Cretak: Under your advisement, I'm sure. All of Romulus owes you a debt of gratitude.
Kira: I'll keep that in mind.
Odo: Do you have a moment?
Kira: I do for you.
Odo: This morning, a Starfleet transport filled with wounded was denied permission to dock at the Romulan hospital complex on Derna.
Kira: Well, the hospital may not be equipped to treat other species.
Odo: I thought the same thing myself, until I noticed that most of the wounded were Vulcans. Vulcans and Romulans share a common physiology.
Kira: And a mutual distrust of one another. That doesn't change just because they're allies against the Dominion.
Odo: True. But how do you explain these sensor readings?
Kira: High concentrations of trilithium isotopes.
Odo: Which indicates the presence of Romulan plasma torpedoes.
Kira: I'll look into it.
Martok: Defend yourself, Worf.
Martok: So, how do you like convoy duty?
Worf: I don't.
Martok: Good. I was afraid you might be getting soft. I need a first officer for a dangerous mission.
Worf: How dangerous?
Martok: Dangerous enough to assure Jadzia a place in Sto-vo-kor.
Worf: In that case, you have found your first officer.
Martok: Excellent. It will be a great victory.
Worf: I will make sure of it.
Jake: How many clams do you think you've cleaned since we got here?
Sisko: A lot. That was going to be my last batch, but then I got to thinking. Maybe I'll take a couple of sacks along with me tomorrow on the runabout, give me something to do on the way to Tiree.
Jake: You're kidding, right?
Sisko: Jake, if I never see another clam
Both: It'll be too soon.
Sisko: Can I help you?
Bajoran: Emissary, I've come a long way to see you. This moment is sacred, one that will be long remembered. Meeh rak Dorah Pah wran. Ee toi Velah slah. Pah wran amar. Pah wran Evak to.
Sisko: That's ancient Bajoran.
Bajoran: The Emissary is wise.
Sisko: Thank you, but right now the Emissary has to get back to work.
Bajoran: Your work is finished. The Orb you are seeking, the Orb of the Emissary?
Sisko: What did you say?
Bajoran: You're never going to find it.
Jake: Grandpa! Grandpa!
Joseph: Today's special is shrimp creole. Ah, actually, it's barbecued shrimp.
Joseph: Excuse me. Where were you? They told me you were released from the hospital two hours ago.
Sisko: I had to give a report to Starfleet Security.
Joseph: And the Bajoran that attacked you, who was he?
Sisko: He was a member of a cult that worships the Pah wraiths. They believe that the disappearance of the Prophets will herald a new era for Bajor.
Joseph: I don't suppose I can talk you out of going to Tiree.
Sisko: If you're worried about the cult
Joseph: I figure you can handle them. But if the cult knows you're looking for the Orb of the Emissary, chances are the Pah wraiths do as well. And that does worry me.
O'Brien: Well, here's to Worf and the success of his mission.
Bashir: Qapla'.
Quark: I don't see why you two are so happy. An entire Klingon fleet failed to destroy the Dominion shipyards at Monac Four. What makes you think one ship will do any better?
Bashir: The element of surprise?
Quark: If you ask me, it's not a mission, it's suicide.
Bashir: You're beginning to depress me, Quark.
Quark: Why? You're not going.
O'Brien: You can't be serious.
Bashir: I've never been more serious in my life. I'm going to help Jadzia get into Sto-vo-kor.
Quark: What makes you think she wants to spend eternity there? I know I certainly wouldn't. Imagine what it must be like, hoards of rampaging Klingons fighting and singing, sweating and belching.
Bashir: Sounds like this place on a Saturday night.
Quark: Would you want to spend eternity here?
O'Brien: That's a good point. What if Jadzia would prefer to go to, you know, wherever it is that Trills go when their time is up.
Bashir: Miles, you don't understand. You weren't as close to her as I was. This gives me a chance to honor her memory and I'm going to take it. And that, my friend, is my final word on the subject.
O'Brien: You know what this means, don't you?
Bashir: Yes. That I'm risking my life for a very dubious cause.
O'Brien: No, it means I'm going to risk my life for a friend who's risking his life for a very dubious cause.
Quark: You're going with him?
O'Brien: Well somebody has to make sure he comes back in one piece.
Bashir: Miles, I don't know what to say. I'm touched.
Quark: You're both touched. You want to get Jadzia into Sto-vo-kor? Fine, fine, I'm all for it. But can't you do something more sensible? Make a donation in her name or bribe someone?
Bashir: It doesn't work that way, Quark.
O'Brien: Be nice if it did.
Ross: Third fleet has requested two more attack wings of Romulan warbirds.
Cretak: That shouldn't be a problem.
Ross: Now, if we
Kira: Senator, I have a message for you from the Bajoran Council of Ministers.
Ross: We're in the middle of a meeting here, Colonel.
Kira: Sorry, sir, this can't wait.
Cretak: Apparently, we're no longer welcome on Derna.
Ross: They want to close down the hospital?
Kira: The hospital isn't the problem.
Ross: Then what is?
Kira: The seven thousand plasma torpedoes the Romulans have secretly deployed there.
Ross: Is this true, Senator?
Cretak: The weapons are for defensive purposes only.
Kira: Well my government doesn't agree. You're to begin an immediate evacuation.
Cretak: I'm afraid that's impossible.
Ross: Let's try to stay calm. I'm sure we can reach some sort of compromise.
Kira: Not this time, Admiral. My government considers the Romulan presence on Derna to be a direct threat to Bajor.
Cretak: This is ridiculous. I regret not informing your government about our weapon emplacements, but I didn't think it was necessary. We're your ally.
Kira: Then remove the weapons.
Cretak: That would leave the hospital unprotected.
Kira: Bajor will guarantee its safety.
Cretak: I'm afraid that's not acceptable.
Kira: Either you remove those weapons, or we will.
Damar: See that Gul Yaltar of the Third Order receives this immediately.
Weyoun: Have you heard? The Romulans have taken over a Bajoran moon and heavily fortified it.
Damar: My guess is that the Bajorans aren't happy about that.
Weyoun: Would you be? This is the sort of unfortunate situation that could destroy an alliance.
Damar: That would be a pity.
Weyoun: Romulans. They're so predictably treacherous.
Sisko: What's going on? Why is the restaurant closed?
Joseph: I am going on vacation. To Tiree.
Jake: We're coming with you, Dad.
Sisko: Are you both lost your minds?
Joseph: Apparently it runs in the family.
Sisko: You've obviously already packed your bags.
Jake: Yes. I even brought my toothbrush.
Joseph: Oh, nothing I hate more than turning away a customer.
Joseph: I'm sorry, we're closed.
Ezri: That's all right, Mister Sisko, I'm not hungry. I'm here to see Ben.
Joseph: Oh, you're in luck. Five more minutes and he'd have been gone.
Ezri: Hello, Benjamin.
Sisko: Do I know you?
Ezri: It's me. Dax.