Dax: Kira, we've got six Byzatium transports coming in this afternoon. I've got to have more cargo space.
Kira: All right. Have them offload into cargo bays three and four, but that's it. We are pushing our storage capacity as it is.
O'Brien: That reminds me. We got a message last night saying the Byzallians want to move their conference up by a week.
Kira: I haven't had a chance to read through last night's reports. Is there anything else I should know?
O'Brien: Well, er.
Kira: What?
Dax: Starfleet wants a complete report done on our computer calibration subroutine.
Kira: The whole subroutine? When?
O'Brien: Tomorrow.
Bashir: Major, the scheduled transport's been delayed and I need those medical supplies by the end of the week.
Kira: We can't spare a runabout to go all the way to Vulcan right now.
Bashir: I'm supposed to setting up a field hospital for a new colony on Campor Three next week. If I don't have get those medical supplies, the entire colonization schedule could be set back by at least
Kira: Listen to me. You can't have a runabout, you can't get your medical supplies, and I don't give a damn about the colonization schedule. Those colonists can make do with a box of bandages for all I care.
Bashir: Stop right there, Major. When was your last day off?
Kira: I don't know. What does that have to do with anything?
Bashir: If you can't remember, then it's been too long. You're off duty as of this moment.
Kira: What do you mean, I'm off duty? You can't do that.
Bashir: Oh yes I can, And not even Commander Sisko can overrule my judgment as Chief Medical officer.
Kira: Now, wait a minute, Julian. Just because I snapped
Bashir: My diagnosis is that you're overworked, and suffering from extreme stress and borderline exhaustion. As for my prescription? Follow me.
Quark: Karvino juice, Lorvan crackers, a holosuite program, a jumja stick and gambling tokens.
Bashir: Now, at least two of these items must be used and fully enjoyed before you can leave this facility.
Kira: Julian, I
Quark: I'll be giving you a full report of her activities, Doctor.
Bashir: If I hear you didn't completely relax and enjoy yourself tonight, we'll do this every night until you do. Have fun.
Riker: Looks like you've got your evening all planned. Hope you've got room for the unexpected.
Sisko: Welcome aboard, Commander.
Riker: Thank you. Call me Will.
Sisko: What brings you to Deep Space Nine?
Riker: Strictly pleasure. Actually, I've built up about three months of leave and Doctor Crusher finally insisted that I take some of it. She nearly shoved me out the airlock.
Sisko: DS Nine isn't exactly known as a vacation spa.
Riker: Actually I was just passing through on my way to Risa. The last time I was here, I was only able to spend a couple of hours at Quark's, but by the time I left I had all of his latinum and a date with one of his dabo girls, so I thought I might try my luck again.
Sisko: You be careful. Quark's dabo wheel has been a little stingy recently. And one of his dabo girls is dating my son.
Riker: In that case, maybe I better spend my time in the holosuites. It sounds safer, all the way around.
Dax: Who's in there?
Kira: What?
Dax: Who's in with Benjamin?
Kira: Oh, it's Will. Commander Will Riker from the Enterprise.
Dax: Will Riker.
Kira: You know him?
Dax: Yeah, I met him a year ago at Quark's. He's quite a dabo player. Do you know him?
Kira: Yes, a little. I met him at Quark's last night.
Dax: You met him last night and?
Kira: And we talked.
Dax: And then?
Kira: And then we talked. For three hours. No, we just talked. And yes, he's a warm, charming man, but I'm involved with someone.
Dax: Of course. So why do you keep glancing back at Sisko's office?
Sisko: If you can find the time, you have an open invitation for dinner with me and Jake.
Riker: Thank you, I may take you up on that.
Dax: I hope you're not here for another loan. Don't tell me you've forgotten who staked you three strips of latinum when your winning streak ran dry?
Riker: I'm sorry. Of course. Most of that night's still a blur. How've you been, Dax?
Dax: Fine.
Riker: Well. I'd better get out of your way. I know you've all work to do. I hope I see you again. Major.
Kira: Commander.
Riker: I'm sorry.
Kira: It's all right.
Riker: My mind was a million light years away. I should've been paying attention to where I was going.
Kira: Are you doing some shopping?
Riker: Actually I was just exploring the Promenade. I thought about going into Quark's, but I wasn't really in the mood. Where are you off to?
Kira: I'm just getting off duty. I was about to call it a night.
Riker: I see. Well, goodnight.
Kira: Goodnight.
Kira: Commander, would you like a tour of the station?
Riker: I'd love one. Where should we begin?
Kira: We can walk along the Promenade for a start. There's quite a bit to see here.
Riker: Do you think we might get a chance to take a look at that new starship of yours? What's she called?
Kira: The Defiant.
Riker: Yeah, the Defiant. I hear it's quite a vessel.
Kira: I'm sure that could be arranged.
Computer: Please identify for access to USS Defiant.
Kira: Major Kira Nerys, Bajoran militia.
Computer: Identity confirmed.
Riker: Commander William Riker, Starfleet.
Computer: Identity confirmed.
Kira: Chief. I didn't know there was anyone aboard tonight.
O'Brien: Oh, I hadn't planned to. I was just getting a little extra work done on the deflector targeting arrays.
O'Brien: Commander. I'd heard you were aboard, but I hadn't
Riker: I have nothing to say to you, O'Brien. I think you know why.
Kira: Oh. Maybe we should come back another time.
O'Brien: No, no, no, Major. It's all right. I was just leaving. Commander.
Kira: What was that all about?
Riker: It's a long story. I'd rather not get into it. Let's take a look at this ship of yours.
Kira: Okay. I'll show you the tactical systems first. I think you're going to be surprised at how big a punch this little ship has.
Riker: Running the plasma conduit through the primary phaser coupling has almost doubled your phaser power. Doesn't that cut into your warp drive efficiency?
Kira: Not at all. In fact, it's thirty percent more efficient.
Riker: That's ingenious. I'd like to see how it's all routed through the tactical display.
Computer: Command authorisation required.
Kira: New security procedure. Computer, release Bridge lockout. Authorisation Kira delta five four seven alpha.
Riker: Thank you.
Sisko: What's going on?
Dax: I'm not sure but something's happened to the warp core on the Defiant. It looks like it's going to breach in fifty seven seconds.
Sisko: Anyone on board?
Dax: O'Brien was working there this morning, but I don't know if he. Incoming signal from the Defiant. It's Commander Riker.
Sisko: On screen.
Riker: Commander Sisko, there's been an accident. One of the plasma conduits has exploded. Major Kira's been injured. We are forty five seconds from a core breach. Release the docking clamps. I will get us away from the station.
Sisko: We'll beam the two of you away as soon as you're clear.
Dax: Docking clamps released.
Riker: I'm engaging thrusters.
Dax: Fifteen seconds.
Sisko: Lock on and beam them away, Chief.
O'Brien: I can't get a lock. The Defiant's shields are up.
Sisko: What?
Dax: She's gone into warp. I've lost them.
Kalita: We're beyond their sensor range.
Riker: Set course for the Badlands. Warp seven. Tamal, secure that conduit.
Tamal: Right.
Kalita: Course laid in. We'll be in the Badlands in six hours.
Kalita: You did it, Tom.
Riker: It's not over yet.
Odo: Nine years ago, a transporter accident created two William T. Rikers. One of them returned to his ship, the other was marooned on Nervala Four.
Sisko: The second Riker was finally diskovered two years ago. He chose to use his middle name Thomas to distinguish himself from the other Riker.
Odo: The two men are physically identical in all respects, right down to their DNA coding. There was no way for the security computer to know that it was Thomas, not William, who boarded the Defiant.
Dukat: This is a very entertaining story, but why am I listening to it?
Sisko: We have reason to believe that Thomas Riker is a member of the Maquis.
Dukat: What?
Odo: Thomas Riker was serving aboard the starship Gandhi. While he was there, he began to express certain political opinions. Opinions that supported the Maquis and their goals.
Dukat: Are you telling me that one of the most heavily armed warships in this quadrant is now in the hands of Maquis terrorists? Do you have any idea what kind of response this will provoke from the Central Command?
Sisko: They'll probably want to send ships into the Demilitarized zone to conduct a search. We understand that. But any entry into the zone must be a joint operation between Cardassia and the Federation.
Dukat: The Central Command will not be interested in any joint operation, Commander. They won't believe your story about transporter duplicates and security failures. They will assume that Starfleet wanted the Maquis to have the Defiant, and they will respond accordingly.
Odo: And what does that mean, exactly?
Dukat: It means they will seize this opportunity to finally eliminate the Maquis. They'll send a fleet into that zone.
Sisko: Starfleet will cooperate in a search for the Defiant, but they will not allow the Central Command to use this as an excuse for a full-scale invasion.
Dukat: Of course not. So you will send your own fleet into the zone to protect Federation colonies. But at some point the two fleets will meet, tensions will rise, nerves will fray, and someone will make the tiniest mistake.
Sisko: And we'll have a war on our hands.
Dukat: It is a prospect I do not relish, Commander.
Sisko: Neither do we.
Odo: That's why we need to work together to prevent it from happening.
Dukat: Unless I can bring something back to Central Command to prove your good faith and your willingness to help stop the Defiant, I don't believe anything can prevent this conflict from beginning.
Sisko: Then bring me with you. I can help you stop the Defiant and prove our good faith. I was in charge of the shipyard where the Defiant was built. I helped design it. I know her vulnerabilities and her weaknesses.
Dukat: You'll help us destroy one of your own ships?
Sisko: I want to try and disable it first.
Dukat: Oh, I'm sure you do, but you're in no position to bargain here, Commander. You want to prevent a war? You come back to Cardassia with me and you help me destroy the Defiant.
Kira: I don't care who you are or what your name is.
Riker: I am sorry about lying to you, and I'm sorry about using you. It was an operational necessity. You were a resistance fighter. You know at certain times you do things that you're not proud of to accomplish the mission.
Kira: Well, you accomplished your mission, so now what? Everyone's going to be looking for you. The Cardassians and Starfleet. How far do you think you're going to get with this ship before they find you?
Riker: A lot farther than people anticipate.
Kalita: Kalita to Riker. We've reached the rendezvous point.
Riker: I'm on my way.
Kalita: The other Maquis ships just arrived.
Tamal: The rest of the team's ready.
Riker: Lower the shields and beam them aboard.
Tamal: The Maquis ships are heading for the border, Tom.
Kalita: All defense systems online and operational. Warp power standing by.
Riker: Lay in a course for the Cardassian border. Warp eight.
Kalita: Course already laid in.
Riker: This ship was built to fight. I think it's time she got her chance. Engage. Commander's log, stardate 48467.3. Gul Dukat and I have arrived on Cardassia Prime. I am about to do something which goes against twenty years of Starfleet training. Help an enemy hunt down one of our own ships.
Dukat: This is where I will be conducting the search for the Defiant. From this room, I can control every Cardassian ship, outpost, and space station anywhere in our
Dukat: Ah. Commander, allow me to introduce Korinas, our observer from the Obsidian Order. Commander Sisko.
Sisko: Korinas.
Korinas: Welcome to Cardassia Prime, Commander.
Sisko: Thank you.
Korinas: Excuse me. Secure that console while the human is here. Anything else classified level four or above should also be secured. I'm sure you can understand that although we all respect Gul Dukat's decision to bring you here, we must take some precautions.
Sisko: Of course. I would have done the same. But then I would have been more diskreet.
Korinas: Since you are here to provide technical expertise on the Defiant, I suggest you begin by briefing us on the ship's defensive capabilities. Please, describe for us in detail the weapon systems of the Defiant, beginning with the ship's phaser array and
Sisko: Before we discuss weaponry, there is a more urgent matter that I think you should be aware of. The Defiant is equipped with a cloaking device.
Korinas: I wondered if you were going to share that little detail with us.
Dukat: You knew about this?
Korinas: The Obsidian Order has known for some time about the loan of a cloaking device from the Romulans to the Federation.
Dukat: And the Order chose not to share this intelligence with the Central Command?
Korinas: Until now, the Order had not considered this one cloak to be a threat against Cardassia.
Sisko: Under the terms of our agreement with the Romulans, the cloaking device was to be used only in the Gamma Quadrant and then only in exchange for all our intelligence reports on the Dominion.
Dukat: Well, your Lieutenant Riker isn't likely to respect that agreement with the Romulans. And there's no way to locate a ship under cloak.
Sisko: There is one possibility. The Dominion managed to penetrate the cloak by using some kind of anti-proton beam.
Dukat: Can you give us the specifications of that beam?
Sisko: Not precisely, but I can give you everything we've learned from our sensor logs. It'll give you a chance to find the Defiant before she attacks.
Kalita: We're approaching the security perimeter, Tom.
Riker: All right, this is it. Red alert. Cloak the ship. Stand by weapons.
Tamal: Squadron Baker has arrived at their checkpoint.
Riker: Transmit the go-ahead signal.
Kalita: We'll be in Cardassian sensor range in five minutes.
Soldier: There is a perimeter alert in the Almatha sector.
Dukat: Put it on the main viewer. Who's commanding the outpost nearest that ship?
Soldier: Gul Toran of the Sixth Order, and he's identified the vessel. It's the Defiant.
Dukat: Order all warships in that sector to converge on the Defiant.
Sisko: Something's wrong. Why wouldn't they be cloaked? Can you show me the sensor information on the Defiant?
Soldier: The Defiant is attacking outpost sixty one.
Dukat: Tell Gul Toran that he has permission to pursue the Defiant into the Demilitarized zone.
Sisko: No, don't pull your ships off the border.
Dukat: Commander, you don't expect me to break off pursuit of the Defiant simply because the treaty
Sisko: That's not the Defiant. It's a decoy. They're trying to draw your patrol ships out of position. That ship's sending out a fake warp signature identical to the Defiant, but the phase variance and subspace harmonics don't match.
Dukat: Order Toran to break off pursuit. Have him redeploy his
Soldier: Sir, another perimeter alert. Outpost forty seven has detected a cloaked ship with their anti-proton beam.
Dukat: Tell Toran to head for Outpost forty-seven!
Soldier: The Defiant has decloaked and begun to attack the outpost. We've lost contact with outpost forty seven. Incoming message from Gul Toran. The Defiant has recloaked and it's last know heading was one four eight, mark two one five.
Dukat: It's headed directly into the heart of Cardassian territory.
Korinas: Commander Sisko, you should be commended. I only wish we had someone with such keen tactical instincts who could have prevented this invasion of our territory.
Kalita: We're past the security perimeter, out of their sensor range.
Riker: They're using anti-proton beams to scan for us. Adjust the cloak's resonance frequency so they can't detect us again.
Kalita: Right.
Riker: Damage report.
Tamal: We took six hits on the port shields. There's been some minor damage to the outer hull but all systems are operational.
Riker: Tough little ship. Set course for the shipyard at Omekla Three. We'll let that be the place
Riker: Report.
Kalita: We've lost main power and the cloak is offline.
Tamal: It looks like two plasma conduits blew out.
Riker: Where?
Tamal: Deck three, section fifteen. Crew quarters.
Riker: It looks like Major Kira has been busy.
Riker: You crossed the replicator power converter with the plasma manifold, I take it?
Kira: That's right.
Riker: Nice work. You know I'll have that thing bypassed in thirty minutes.
Kira: At least that'll be thirty minutes that we're visible.
Riker: Fortunately, I was able to take us into a nebula. No one's going to see us.
Kira: Thanks.
Riker: You're lucky you only got singed. You know the whole plasma relay could've exploded.
Kira: Yeah, that was the idea.
Riker: You've been fighting Cardassians most of your life. I know that you sympathize with what we're doing here.
Kira: I fought the Cardassians because they invaded my home. You don't live in the Demilitarized zone, you don't have family there. Why are you in this fight?
Riker: Because people are dying in the Demilitarized zone and Starfleet isn't doing anything about it.
Kira: Taking the Defiant only raises the stakes. The Cardassians are going to send a fleet after you. They are going to kill more people hunting you down than they ever did during those border raids.
Riker: You're assuming the Defiant is going to stay in the Demilitarized zone. Let's go to the bridge. I think we'd all feel better having you someplace we can keep an eye on you.
Sisko: Fifteen outposts have checked in. No sign of the Defiant. Twenty-six warships have scanned fourteen cubic light years of space with anti-proton beams. No Defiant. What are the possibilities? They're still under cloak and heading deeper into Cardassian space. They're laying low and waiting for some unknown reason. Dukat, are you listening to me?
Dukat: Oh, I'm sorry, Commander. I was thinking about my son's birthday.
Sisko: Really?
Dukat: Yes. Today is his eleventh birthday. I'd promised to take him to the amusement center in Lakarian City. He always wanted to go but I never have the time. I told him, this year will be different this year, Mekor. This year I will make the time.
Sisko: I've had the same experience with Jake. At that age they never understand, do they. You just hope that one day they'll look back and say, now I understand, now I know why he did that.
Dukat: When my son looks back on this day, the only thing he'll remember is that a Federation officer on a Federation ship invaded his home and kept his father away from him on his eleventh birthday. And he won't look back with understanding, he'll look back with hatred. And that's sad.
Tamal: The cloak is operating within normal parameters but the plasma conduit damage has caused a slight neutrino leak in the port nacelle. The Cardassians might be able to detect it even through the cloak.
Riker: A chance we have to take. Lay in a course for Omekla Three. Engage at warp eight.
Kalita: Warp eight, aye sir.
Kira: Omekla Three? You're headed for the shipyard? There have to be half a dozen better targets in this sector alone.
Riker: I hope the Cardassians have the same reaction. What is he doing, and why?
Kira: All right, you're trying to keep them off-balance, keep them guessing. Why?
Riker: The Maquis have been hearing rumors about shifting loyalties in the Cardassian government. Certain hardline elements were unsatisfied with the Federation Treaty and are doing whatever they can to scrap it. We had our hands on an intelligence report outlining a suspected military buildup in the Orias System. A secret buildup that even the Central Command isn't aware of.
Kira: You're telling me you did all of this to attack some secret base that may or may not exist?
Riker: I'm convinced that it does. They are building an invasion fleet. If we let them finish it, these renegade Cardassians are going to use it.
Kira: You're really not cut out for this, are you? Being a terrorist, I mean. You're not very good at it.
Riker: Really?
Kira: You're acting more like a Starfleet officer who's more interested in intelligence reports and Cardassian politics than in actually hurting Cardassians. You have one of the most powerful ships in this quadrant under your command. Why aren't you out attacking every Cardassian outpost along the border?
Riker: Because these stakes here are far greater than border outposts.
Kira: Not for the Maquis, there're not, because the Maquis are terrorists and the only thing terrorists care about is attacking the enemy. I know. I was a terrorist. And if I'd had this ship then, I would've destroyed Deep Space Nine. I would've hit the Cardassians so hard they would have screamed for peace, but I certainly wouldn't have gone flying off into the middle of Cardassia on some wild goose chase.
Riker: I guess we're different kinds of terrorists.
Kira: No, you're trying to be a hero. Terrorists don't get to be heroes.
Riker: We'll see.
Sisko: This is how your ships were deployed before the first Defiant attack. And this is where they are now. Don't you see what happened? Each Defiant attack was designed to draw your ships away from that sector, leaving it virtually defenseless.
Dukat: But there's nothing of any value in that sector.
Sisko: There must be something. Are there any Class-M planets there?
Dukat: There's one. Orias Three. But it's uninhabited, it's desolate.
Sisko: But everything seems to point to the Orias System. It might be worth your sending one of your warships there just in case the Defiant does show up.
Dukat: All right. Contact Gul Ranor. Tell him to dispatch one warship
Korinas: No. You'll send no ships to the Orias system.
Dukat: You're here as an observer. You have no authority
Korinas: That sector is under direct control of the Obsidian Order and you will not enter it.
Dukat: Why?
Korinas: That matter's classified.
Dukat: Well you can file a complaint with the Central Command later. Open a channel to Gul Ranor now.
Korinas: Any warship sent into the Orias system will be destroyed.
Dukat: Are you saying that you will fire on another Cardassian ship?
Korinas: What I am saying is that the Obsidian Order will take whatever steps are necessary to protect the Orias system. And so will I.
Dukat: I've spoken to a few friends in the Central Command. The Obsidian Order isn't giving them any answers either.
Sisko: The Order has to answer to someone.
Dukat: In theory they answer to the political authority of the Detapa Council, just as the military does. In practice we both run our own affairs.
Sisko: Not the most efficient system.
Dukat: It's worked for over five centuries.
Soldier: There's an incoming message from the warship Kraxon. They say they've found an unusual neutrino signature in their sector. It looks like radiation from a damaged warp plasma relay.
Dukat: Is this signature moving?
Soldier: No. But they're scanning the area with their anti-proton beams.
Dukat: Where is the Kraxon?
Sisko: If it is the Defiant, they're in position to make a run for the Orias system.
Dukat: We still don't know that Orias is the target. Until we do, I can't risk pulling ships away from other potential targets to chase down a neutrino signature.
Kalita: They're coming around for another pass.
Riker: Are there any other ships nearby?
Kalita: There are nine Galor-class cruisers about six light years away.
Riker: Any ships between us and the Orias system?
Kalita: No.
Kira: If you make a run for it, that ship out there's going to see our neutrino signature go through a phase change. They're going to call their nine friends and you are going to have a small fleet chasing you all the way to Orias.
Riker: They can chase me all they want, as long as they don't catch me.
Soldier: The Kraxon reports that the neutrino signature has just phase-shifted, and is moving now at warp speed directly toward the Orias system.
Dukat: Order the Kraxon to pursue at maximum warp. Order all other ships in the sector to follow.
Kalita: The Kraxon is pursuing but they won't catch us before we reach Orias.
Riker: Full scan. I want to see everything that's in that system.
Dukat: When you make out your report for the Obsidian Order be sure to mention the fact that I could have prevented the Defiant from reaching Orias if you hadn't interfered.
Korinas: They will never reach Orias. You can count on that.
Soldier: Three more ships have just appeared in the Orias system.
Dukat: What kind of ships?
Soldier: Cardassian warships. Keldon Class.
Dukat: Whose ships are those, Korinas?
Korinas: Why are you asking me?
Dukat: Because if they were military ships, I would know about them. So that leaves the Obsidian Order.
Sisko: I thought the Obsidian Order didn't have any ships.
Dukat: They're not supposed to. In fact, they are explicitly forbidden from having military equipment of any kind.
Riker: It looks like we're going to have to fight our way to Orias.
Kira: Listen to me. Those three ships up ahead are going to lock onto our neutrino leak and open fire. That means you'll have to fight back.
Riker: With this ship it'll be a short fight, I promise you that.
Kira: Let's say you disable or even destroy those three ships up ahead of us. Fighting them at all is going to slow us down and then those ten ships behind us are going to catch up, and not even the Defiant can win against those odds.
Riker: We have come too far to quit now.
Kira: You are an experienced Starfleet officer, Tom. Analyze the situation, Tom. Going to Orias is suicide. Now the smart move is to make a run for it while we still can.
Riker: Maybe that's what an experienced Starfleet officer would do. Maybe that's what Will Riker would do. But it's not what I'm going to do. I'm going to continue the mission.
Kira: It's not the mission you're thinking about, is it, or even the colonists in the zone. This is about you, isn't it? You and that other Will Riker out there. The man with your face, your name, your career. You are looking for a way to set yourself apart. Some way to be different.
Riker: You shouldn't go fishing today. You won't catch anything. Take us in.
Sisko: You want to know what's going on in the Orias system? I know how you can find out. Give Riker a chance to surrender. The Defiant's scanned the Orias system by now. Its sensor logs can tell you everything you want to know.
Dukat: I'd be happy to accept his surrender but I doubt he'll be willing to hand over his logs.
Sisko: He will if you agree to release Major Kira, the ship and the Maquis over to the Federation.
Gul Dukat: Impossible. I cannot allow a group of terrorists to just walk away after invading our territory and
Sisko: Then you must decide which is important to you. Your sense of Cardassian justice or the information contained in the Defiant's sensor logs.
Dukat: I do want that information, Commander, and I would be willing to return your wayward ship. But someone has to pay for what's happened here and I don't want that someone to be me.
Sisko: If you return the Maquis to the Federation, I can promise that you they will stand trial for what they've done.
Dukat: A Federation trial
Sisko: It's the best I can do.
Dukat: All right. I would be willing to hand over Major Kira, the Maquis, and the ship, but not Riker. He led the mission. If I can bring him to justice and obtain the information on Orias, that might be enough for Central Command.
Sisko: I might be able to get him to do it on one condition. We both know that Cardassian sentences are determined well in advance of the trial. I'd like you to arrange a sentence other than death.
Dukat: I'll have to clear that with the Ministry of Justice.
Sisko: You'd better make it quick.
Tamal: We're approaching the first cruiser. They'll be in phaser range in fifteen seconds.
Riker: Go to impulse. Decloak the ship, Raise shields and stand by phasers. Go to heading one one eight, mark three zero one. Lock on phasers. Fire.
Kalita: Direct hit on the cruiser's port nacelle. Their shields are down by thirty percent.
Tamal: We've been hit on our starboard shield.
Tamal: Shields holding.
Riker: Quantum torpedoes. Full spread.
Tamal: Torpedoes locked on target.
Riker: Fire.
Kalita: Their defense systems are offline and they've lost main power.
Tamal: Tom, three more cruisers have just appeared in the Orias system. That makes five ships ahead of us and ten behind.
Riker: Resume our original course to the Orias system. Stand by emergency power to the shields.
Kalita: Incoming message from Cardassia Prime. It's Gul Dukat and Commander Sisko.
Riker: On screen.
Dukat: This is Gul Dukat of the Second Order. I am authorized to tell you that if you surrender your ship none of you will be harmed.
Riker: Is that right
Sisko: Listen to him, Lieutenant. If you surrender, the Defiant and your crew will be handed over to a Federation starship at the Cardassian border.
Riker: Why the sudden generosity?
Sisko: He wants the Defiant's sensor logs on the Orias system. They're worth a lot more to him than Maquis prisoners.
Riker: I don't buy it. The Cardassians aren't going to just let us just walk away.
Sisko: You're right. Someone has to pay the price.
Riker: Me.
Sisko: The deal is you'll be tried and convicted in a Cardassian court and then sentenced to spend the rest of your life in the Lazon Two labor camp.
Riker: No death sentence, huh? That must have taken some doing.
Sisko: Some.
Riker: Give me a moment.
Kira: Tom, there's no reason for you to continue. They're offering you a way out. The only reason not to take it is because you want to die.
Riker: I have a mission to complete.
Kira: That mission is over. You're never going to make it to Orias, you know that Tom. There are five ships out there ahead of you but there may be fifty waiting there for all we know. Be a Starfleet officer one last time. Think of your crew. I know you want Tom Riker to go out in a blaze of glory that they'll talk about for the next ten years. Don't drag them along with you.
Riker: On screen. I agree to your terms.
Sisko: You need to reverse course and surrender the Defiant to one of the ships that've been following you.
Riker: Why?
Sisko: It'll take too long to explain. But the ships coming out of the Orias system are not under Gul Dukat's control.
Riker: I see.
Dukat: I've ordered the Kraxon to put her shields around you as soon as you arrive. You'll be safe once you get there.
Riker: Understood.
Riker: Turn us about. Lay in a course for the Kraxon. Do it.
Dukat: Those are faster than any Keldon class ships I've ever seen. What is going on in that system?
Kalita: We're one hundred million kilometers from the Kraxon.
Tamal: Incoming message
Riker: Let's hear it.
Ranor: This is Gul Ranor of the Kraxon. Cut your engines in five seconds, and we will extend our shields around you.
Riker: Acknowledged. Kalita?
Kalita: All stop.
Dukat: They won't fire on another Cardassian ship. They can't.
Kalita: They're moving off. They've set course back to the Orias System.
Riker: Transmit the Orias Three sensor logs to the Kraxon, and tell them to prepare to beam me aboard. I'm turning command over to Major Kira. She'll get you back to the Federation. I'm holding you personally responsible to see that these people get a fair trial.
Kira: I give you my word. We'll get you out of there, Tom. I promise you that.
Riker: Riker to Kraxon.
Ranor: Go ahead.
Riker: One to beam up.
Kira: Set course for the Federation. Warp eight.


Sisko: I didn't expect to find you here. I thought you'd be down on the Promenade, helping Mardah put up the decorations for the Bajoran Gratitude Festival.
Jake: That was the plan, but it turns out I don't have much to be grateful for.
Sisko: Isn't that the earring you
Jake: Bought for Mardah. Yeah, you want it? Maybe you can give it to Major Kira for her next birthday or something.
Sisko: All right, tell me about it.
Jake: Mardah's gone, Dad. She got accepted to the Science Academy on Regulus Three.
Sisko: That's a good school.
Jake: It's three hundred light years away.
Sisko: Jake, you're sixteen. Take my word for it, you'll survive. Sooner or later you'll find someone else. Who knows, maybe you'll find someone tonight at the Gratitude Festival.
Jake: Yeah, sure.
Sisko: Jake, the whole point of the Festival is to put all your troubles behind you and make a new start.
Jake: I could use one. Okay, I'll go.
Sisko: Good. That's the spirit.
Jake: But I'm not going to have any fun.
Sisko: Oh.
Bashir: Nervous, Chief?
O'Brien: What are you talking about?
Bashir: That's your fifth cup of coffee in twenty minutes.
O'Brien: I didn't realize you were keeping track.
Bashir: Nervous and irascible.
O'Brien: If you hadn't seen your wife and child for two months, you'd be irascible too.
Bashir: Believe me, I'm looking forward to Keiko and Molly's visit just as much as you are.
O'Brien: I doubt that.
Bashir: How many games of racquetball have we played in the last two months?
O'Brien: I don't know. Fifteen, maybe twenty.
Bashir: No, try seventy. I've been keeping track of that, too. And you know what all those games have proved to me? That I'm a poor substitute for your wife.
O'Brien: I could've told you that sixty games ago. Thing is, they're only going to be here for two days. That's barely enough time to say hello. Then they're back to Bajor again for four more months.
Bashir: Four months. Why that's another hundred and fifty games of racquetball. I don't think my elbow can take that kind of abuse. Maybe you can try and convince her to stay.
O'Brien: Oh, no. I can't do that. I'm the one who suggested she go on this agrobiology expedition in the first place. No, we're just going to have to make the best of the little time we have. Which means we can't waste a second of the next two days.
Kira: Peldor joi, Odo.
Odo: Peldor joi to you too, Major. Well, it's, er, it's hard to believe the Promenade is this empty at midday.
Kira: Calm before the storm. In a few hours, this place will be packed with Bajorans celebrating the Festival.
Odo: Actually, I was thinking of joining you this year.
Kira: Really?
Odo: I don't see why not. None of my Bajoran deputies work during the Gratitude Festival. Why should I? Besides, if I'm going to live here with you humanoids, I may as well immerse myself in your rituals.
Kira: Well then, we'll see each other later.
Odo: I'd like that, if you're not too busy being the Presider at the Festival.
Kira: For you, I will make time, Odo. Just look for me. I'll be with Bareil.
Odo: Oh. I thought he'd be celebrating the Festival on Bajor.
Kira: So did I. I'm glad I was wrong. He's arriving on the next shuttle.
Odo: Well, you'd better go. It'll be here soon.
Kira: You're right. I'll see you at the Festival.
Kira: Chief?
O'Brien: Major. Keiko.
Kira: Ah. Bareil.
O'Brien: Good luck.
Kira: You too.
Bareil: Nerys. I am so glad to see you.
Kira: I've missed you.
Bareil: I've missed you, too.
Keiko: Miles? Miles?
O'Brien: Keiko, I'm so glad to see you.
Keiko: I have had the worst trip.
O'Brien: Oh really? I'm sorry to hear that. Now that you're here, everything's going to be great. Hello, sweetie. You ready to have a great time with your Dad?
Molly: No.
O'Brien: Why not?
Molly: I don't feel so good.
O'Brien: Really? Oh. Tell Daddy what's wrong.
Lwaxana: Oh, you poor dear. I should never have given you all that candy.
Odo: I usually make it a point to drop by Quark's three or four times a day at random intervals, just to let him know that I'm thinking about him. But seeing today is a holiday, he'll be busier than usual. I suggest you station a man there full time. I think that about covers it. If you need me, I'll be on the Promenade.
Lwaxana: But don't call unless it's an emergency. The Constable will be occupied.
Odo: Madame Ambassador.
Lwaxana: Oh, do we have to be so formal?
Lwaxana: Didn't they teach you any manners in Starfleet Academy? Be a dear, run along. The Constable and I have a lot of catching up to do.
Odo: Come back in five minutes.
Lwaxana: Make that half an hour.
Odo: So, what brings you to the station.
Lwaxana: Officially I'm here as the Betazoid representative to the Gratitude Festival. But the truth is, I came to see you, you poor sweet tortured man.
Odo: Excuse me?
Lwaxana: I know the torment you must be going through. To spend your whole life searching for your people only to diskover that they're the leaders of that awful Dominion.
Odo: You heard about that?
Lwaxana: Odo, don't worry. I'm here to help you.
Odo: What kind of help do you mean?
Lwaxana: A sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry on. A lap to melt in.
Odo: Well, that's very considerate of you, but unnecessary. My people are who they are, and I am who I am. I've learned to accept that.
Lwaxana: You brave soul. Why don't we go someplace quiet, and you can tell me all about it.
Odo: Actually, I was planning to attend the opening of the Gratitude Festival this afternoon.
Lwaxana: Oh, well, even better. First a little fun and relaxation, and then we can delve into the depths of your pain. I'll freshen up, and meet you in front of the Bajoran Temple for the Presider's opening address. I promise you, Odo, you'll never be alone again.
Lwaxana: Level twenty three, section eight.
Kira: We need to see each other more often.
Bareil: I wish we both weren't so busy. I never expected Kai Winn to make me one of her principal advisors.
Kira: I think she asks your advice just so that she can do the exact opposite of what you recommend.
Bareil: I know you don't like Winn, but the office has changed her. The Prophets chose well. So why don't we leave spiritual matters in their capable hands and concentrate on enjoying ourselves?
Kira: I have to go.
Bareil: The Festival doesn't start for an hour.
Kira: But I have to set up the Renewal scrolls along the Promenade. But it won't take long. Jadzia's promised to help me.
Bareil: Jadzia, of course. I've never understood how the two of you could be such good friends. She's so unpredictable and you're so
Kira: Predictable?
Bareil: I didn't mean it like that. It's just that she gets to spend so much more time with you than I do.
Kira: Jadzia and I have been doing this for the past two years. It's becoming a tradition.
Bareil: I was hoping we could start a few traditions of our own.
Kira: We will. Later tonight.
O'Brien: Is she asleep?
Keiko: It looks like the medicine Doctor Bashir prescribed is working.
O'Brien: That's a relief. Rough trip?
Keiko: It was a disaster. I thought it would never end.
O'Brien: Well, I'm glad you're home.
Keiko: Me too.
O'Brien: We should get ready for the Festival. The babysitter'll be here any minute.
Keiko: Ah. The Festival.
O'Brien: On the other hand, we could spend the rest of day locked away in our quarters.
Keiko: Miles, what I really want to do is sleep.
O'Brien: Then maybe you should.
Keiko: Miles, I didn't say I was going to. I just meant I could use some.
O'Brien: That's okay. If you need to sleep, go ahead. I'll understand.
Keiko: No, you won't. You'll be disappointed and you'll start brooding and stomping around like an Andorian Bull.
O'Brien: Look, go or stay, sleep or don't, it's all the same to me. Just tell me what you want to do and we'll do it.
Keiko: Miles, I've been making decisions all day long. You decide.
O'Brien: Okay. We'll go to the Festival. But we don't have to go right away. I mean, you can take some time to relax and change into something nice.
Keiko: Nice?
O'Brien: Yeah, like your red dress.
Keiko: My red dress? Really?
O'Brien: Is there something wrong with your red dress?
Keiko: No, it's just a little tight, that's all.
O'Brien: That's the way I like it.
Keiko: All right. If it'll make you happy, I'll wear the red dress.
O'Brien: Forget the red dress, okay? Just wear whatever you want.
Keiko: Look, let's just try to enjoy the next two days. I'll change into something nice and we'll go to the Festival, okay?
O'Brien: Fine.
O'Brien: I can hardly wait.
Kira: Tesra Peldor impatri bren.
Kira: Bentel vetan ullon sten.
Kira: And now, I have the honor of placing the first Renewal Scroll into the fire. As the scrolls burn, may our troubles turn to ashes with them. And now, for the next twenty-six hours, I expect you all to enjoy yourselves. I know I will. May the Prophets walk with us.
Sisko: Jake, are you all right?
Jake: Just felt funny there for a second.
Sisko: You sure you're all right?
Jake: Yeah, Dad. Never felt better.
Kira: Bareil? What are you looking for?
Bareil: Oh, nothing. Just looking.
Jake: Peldor joi.
Kira: Oh Jake, how thoughtful. Thank you.
Jake: I know you're busy, but can I talk to you for a second?
Kira: Sure.
Jake: In private. It's kind of personal.
Kira: I'll be right back. Now, Jake, what can I do for you?
Jake: I need some advice. You see, there's this older woman and I think we're perfect for each other.
Kira: Ah. And she doesn't.
Jake: I don't know what she thinks.
Kira: Well, Jake, my advice to you is to tell Mardah how you feel. That way you'll know
Jake: Mardah and I broke up.
Kira: You broke up? Well then who?
Jake: You.
Kira: Me?
Jake: I love you, Nerys. Want to go out with me?
Dax: Morn, I can't believe a handsome, fun-loving guy like you could have so many problems. My advice to you is to burn this as quickly as possible and don't look back.
Bareil: Sage advice.
Dax: Vedek Bareil, it's good to see you.
Bareil: You have such a wise, generous spirit. I only wish I had a friend like you.
Dax: I think of you as a friend.
Bareil: You mean that?
Dax: Of course.
Bareil: I'm glad. Because I was hoping that you and I could get to know each other better. A lot better.
Dax: Excuse me.
Lwaxana: I love Bajoran music. It's so intelligent, so vital. It reminds me of you. Dance with me, Odo.
Odo: I'm sorry, I don't dance.
Lwaxana: Nonsense. I saw you moving to the music.
Odo: That wasn't dancing. That was swaying.
Lwaxana: Then sway with me, Odo. Sway with me.
Odo: I just remembered, I'm needed in Security.
Lwaxana: I'll come with you.
Odo: Hello, Lieutenant. Having a good time?
Dax: No.
Quark: That's right genuine latinum-plated Renewal Scroll inscription pens. Blessed by Vedek Redab himself shortly before he passed away. Each pen is engraved with the words Deep Space Nine's Third Annual Gratitude Festival, today's date, and a lovely portrait of the station by Ermat Zimm. So get them while you can. They're sure to become collector's items.
O'Brien: So, what do you say we take a walk around the Promenade for a little while?
Keiko: I'd rather stay here. I never thought I'd say this, but I kind of miss Quark's. The noise, the excitement, our table.
O'Brien: You know, I haven't sat here since you've been gone.
Keiko: That's so sweet.
O'Brien: So, how's the survey been going?
Keiko: The terrain's rougher than we expected, and the ecozystem's a lot more diverse than it looked from the orbital scans. All in all, it's been pretty grueling.
O'Brien: Really?
Keiko: Don't get me wrong, I'm having a wonderful time.
O'Brien: That's good.
Keiko: There is one problem I have to talk to you about. It looks like the project's taking longer than we hoped.
O'Brien: What do you mean, longer?
Keiko: You have to understand, Miles. Every valley has an entirely different ecozystem. There's a lot of work to be done.
O'Brien: How much longer is it going to take?
Keiko: I'm not sure.
O'Brien: Try a guess. An extra couple of days, a week, two?
Keiko: More like two or three months.
O'Brien: You're telling me you're going to be on Bajor for another seven months?
Keiko: It's either that or ask them to find another botanist.
O'Brien: Maybe that's something worth considering.
Keiko: Are you asking me to resign?
O'Brien: No. But another seven months?
Keiko: I don't like this any more than you do.
O'Brien: You just said you were having a great time.
Keiko: Oh, I'm sorry. I suppose you'd be happier if I was miserable?
O'Brien: I didn't say that.
Keiko: Sebarr was right. I never should have mentioned it.
O'Brien: Who's Sebarr?
Keiko: He's one of the zoologists I'm working with. He warned me not to talk to you about this until after the Gratitude Festival.
O'Brien: And who's he to be giving you advice?
Keiko: He's a friend.
O'Brien: A friend? I thought you were down there working.
Keiko: We are working.
O'Brien: Yeah, with time out for intimate little chats about our relationship. What else did you tell him about us?
Keiko: Miles, you're behaving like a child. What do you want me to say?
O'Brien: I want you to say that you're not going back, that you're going to stay here with me.
Keiko: Miles, right now I don't even want to sit at the same table with you.
O'Brien: Fine. Go on, leave. Go back to Bajor and your plants and Sebarr. See if I care.
Sisko: Whoa, slow down.
Jake: Hi, Dad.
Sisko: I've been looking all over for you. In case you've forgotten, we're hosting a Gratitude Dinner tonight in the wardroom. I could use your help in getting ready.
Jake: I'm kind of busy right now, Dad. I have to find someone.
Sisko: Major Kira?
Jake: How'd you know?
Sisko: I just spoke to her.
Jake: Really? Where is she?
Sisko: Just hold on.
Jake: But I have to talk to her. You know, you were right about me meeting someone at the Festival.
Sisko: I did not mean Major Kira.
Jake: You like her, don't you?
Sisko: Of course I like her.
Jake: Well so do I.
Sisko: Jake, what you're feeling now is just a crush. Look, Jake, right now you're confused, vulnerable, hurt. You miss Mardah
Jake: Mardah was a mistake. She was too young, too immature for me. Major Kira is a woman.
Sisko: Major Kira is in love with Vedek Bareil.
Jake: It won't last. He's always on Bajor. She needs someone who can be with her all the time. Like me.
Sisko: Jake, I don't want to see you hurt again.
Jake: I appreciate that, but this is between Nerys and me. Don't worry. Everything's going to be fine. Thanks.
Odo: I really can't accept this.
Lwaxana: But I want you to have it. It's my gift to you.
Odo: That's very thoughtful but I have nothing to give you in return.
Lwaxana: Being with you is the only present I need. Now, come on. Let's go write our Renewal Scrolls.
Quark: Peldor joi, Chief. You look terrible.
O'Brien: Just a little headache, that's all.
Quark: Here, have a free pen.
O'Brien: What for?
Quark: To write down your problems on a Renewal Scroll.
O'Brien: There isn't a scroll long enough to hold all my problems.
Quark: Really? I thought you could sum them up with one word. Keiko. Tell me I'm wrong. If you ask me, it's your own fault. You never should have let her go to Bajor in the first place.
O'Brien: What was I supposed to do? Force her to stay here with me?
Quark: That would've been a good start. You humans, you never learn. You let your women go out in public, hold jobs, wear clothing, and you wonder why your marriages fall apart.
O'Brien: That's your solution, Quark, huh? Treat women like property?
Quark: Criticize it all you want. But on the Ferengi homeworld, husbands and wives never argue. There's no divorce, no broken homes, nothing but peaceful conjugal bliss.
O'Brien: If Ferengi marriages are so wonderful, why are you still single?
Quark: I haven't met the right woman yet.
O'Brien: Well, I have. She just walked out that door.
Quark: And out of your life.
O'Brien: Not if I can help it.
Kira: Bareil. I was wondering where you disappeared to.
Kira: Come on. You can do better than that.
Bareil: Someone might see us.
Kira: We are the only people here. Everyone else is on the Promenade. We have two hours before we're supposed to join Commander Sisko for dinner. That gives us some time to be alone together.
Bareil: I can't.
Kira: Why not?
Bareil: I have to find Jadzia.
Kira: Jadzia? Is something wrong?
Bareil: No, not at all. Do you know where she is?
Kira: She's probably on the Promenade.
Bareil: She wasn't there the last time I looked.
Kira: Why is it so important for you to see Jadzia?
Bareil: I'll explain everything later. Thank you, Nerys.
Kira: For what?
Bareil: For being such a good friend.
Kira: Friend?
Sisko: Dax, what are you doing here?
Dax: I thought you might need some help getting ready for the party.
Sisko: Thanks, but that won't be necessary. Wouldn't you rather be celebrating on the Promenade?
Dax: No, thanks. I don't want to run into Vedek Bareil.
Sisko: Is there a problem between you?
Dax: He can't keep his hands off me.
Sisko: That doesn't sound like Vedek Bareil.
Dax: I couldn't believe it myself, but he wouldn't leave me alone. He's probably still out there looking for me.
Sisko: Have you told Kira?
Dax: I don't know how. It's going to break her heart.
Sisko: Someone has to tell her. Do you want me to do it?
Dax: Would you?
Sisko: Well, if you think that's the best way to handle it.
Dax: I'd really appreciate it, Benjamin. I mean, this whole thing is ridiculous. How could I be interested in Bareil? We both know it's always been you.
Sisko: Dax?
Dax: Mmm?
Sisko: What are you doing?
Dax: Making myself comfortable. Have I ever told you that you smell wonderful?
Sisko: You know, old man, I have to admit you had me going there for a minute.
Dax: Benjamin, stop acting so coy. There's no one around. I have an idea. You cancel the party, and then that way we can spend the evening alone together. What do you say?
Sisko: Sisko to Bashir.
Bashir: Go ahead, Commander.
Sisko: Meet me in the Infirmary immediately.
Bashir: Aye, sir.
Bashir: Her vital signs are normal. Her brain activity is normal. No sign of infection or intoxication of any kind. She's the picture of health.
Dax: I told you.
Sisko: Then why did you put your head on my chest?
Dax: Oh, Julian, you should've seen his face. Admit it, you were this far away from total panic.
Bashir: I think we've both been victims of a practical joke.
Dax: At least someone around here has a sense of humor. See you at the party, Julian.
Dax: I've never been so embarrassed in my life, making me go through all those tests
Sisko: It's your fault, Dax. You took this one too far.
Dax: If I didn't love you so much, I'd be angry with you. See you at the party.
Jake: You look like you could use a little cheering up.
Kira: Jake, do me a favor.
Jake: Anything.
Kira: Leave me alone.
O'Brien: Hi, sweetie.
Molly: Hi.
O'Brien: Feeling better?
Molly: Lots better.
O'Brien: Ah, that's what I wanted to hear. Where's Mommy?
Molly: In her room, sad.
O'Brien: Well, listen. Why don't you go and play with Piggy in your room for a while and we'll see if Daddy can cheer Mommy up?
O'Brien: Keiko? It's me. Can I come in?
Keiko: Not now, Miles.
O'Brien: You're right. I'm an idiot, sometimes. When I don't get my way, I can be selfish and childish and pigheaded. I said some things to you that were pretty stupid. I wish I could take them back. But even if it's too late for that, there's one thing I want you to know, Keiko. I love you. I always have, and I always will. I want you to know I've left a letter of resignation on Commander Sisko's desk. I'm ready to move down to Bajor with you tomorrow, if you'll have me. And after that if you want to move back to Earth, that's okay too. I'll do whatever it takes. I just don't want to lose you. Honey, did you hear what I said?
Keiko: Yes.
O'Brien: And?
Keiko: And I need time to think. Why don't you go to Commander Sisko's party? We can talk when you get back.
O'Brien: If that's what you want.
Odo: Major. Aren't you headed in the wrong direction?
Bashir: Commander Sisko's party?
Kira: Oh, I'm not going.
Lwaxana: Why ever not?
Kira: Because Bareil will be there.
Odo: I thought the two of you were very happy together.
Kira: So did I. But it turns out he'd rather be with Dax than me. And to make matters worse, I have Jake Sisko chasing me around the station, professing his undying love.
Bashir: That's strange. A little while ago, Jadzia had Commander Sisko convinced that she was in love with him. He even had me examine her to make sure she was all right. Apparently it was only a joke.
Kira: Are you sure? People are acting very strangely today.
Bashir: Maybe I should take another look at Jadzia's test results. Excuse me. Constable, Would you tell Commander Sisko that I'll be a little late?
Bashir: I should be getting to the Infirmary.
Kira: I'll join you. Maybe you should examine Bareil and Jake while you're at it.
Bashir: That wouldn't be a bad idea.
Bashir: This won't take long.
Lwaxana: What is it, Odo? I may not be able to read your emotions, but I can read your expression. Something's wrong.
Odo: I'm fine.
Lwaxana: I wish you'd tell me what's bothering you. Maybe it would help you.
Odo: As soon as something bothers me, I'll let you know. I promise.
Lwaxana: Why do I find stubborn men so attractive?
Dax: Would you please stop following me?
Bareil: Gladly, if you'll stop running away. I have something important to talk to you about.
Dax: discuss it with Major Kira. I'm not interested.
Jake: But Dad, you promised that Nerys would be here.
Sisko: She will. And stop calling her Nerys.
Dax: Peldor joi.
Lwaxana: Oh, Commander, I didn't realize that you and Lieutenant Dax were that close.
Sisko: We're not. Sisko to Bashir. Computer, locate Doctor Bashir.
Computer: Doctor Bashir is in the Infirmary.
Sisko: Constable, go get Doctor Bashir and bring him here immediately.
Odo: I'll be right back.
Lwaxana: I'll go with you.
Odo: Yes, of course you will.
Bashir: I wonder what Commander Sisko wanted?
Kira: It can wait.
Bashir: This is very embarrassing.
Kira: We have to stop.
Bashir: Definitely.
Odo: Doctor. Commander Sisko needs to see you in the Wardroom.
Bashir: Tell him. Oh, tell him I'll be there shortly.
Odo: Now, Doctor!
Kira: You'd better go.
Bashir: Right.
Kira: Peldor joi.
Bareil: Please step aside, Commander. I need to talk to Jadzia.
Sisko: I don't think she wants to speak with you.
Dax: You tell him, Benjamin.
Bareil: I only want to give her this.
Sisko: A Bajoran betrothal bracelet?
Bareil: It's been in my family for generations.
Dax: Can I see that?
Jake: Nerys, am I glad to see you.
Sisko: Doctor, I need your help.
Bashir: I need yours too. You've got to get me away from Kira. I can't keep my hands off her.
Kira: And what's worse, I can't keep my hands off him.
Odo: I can't explain it either.
Jake: She doesn't love me.
O'Brien: Who?
Jake: Nerys.
O'Brien: You're better off. In the end, they only break your heart.
O'Brien: Although sometimes it's worth it.
Keiko: What do you think?
O'Brien: You look beautiful.
Keiko: Did you really mean it about turning in your resignation?
O'Brien: Mmm hmm.
Keiko: You'd better get it back before Commander Sisko sees it. It was nice of you to offer. I love you so much.
Quark: Hey! Commander, here's that I'danian spice pudding you ordered.
Dax: I want to give this to you as a token of my affection.
Bareil: Oh no you don't.
Sisko: Bareil, listen to me.
Bareil: I'll fight for her if I have to.
Dax: I'm sorry, Benjamin. He was just starting to annoy me.
Quark: Commander, you throw one hell of a party. Pudding, anyone? I've got I'danian spice pudding.
Keiko: Are you all right?
Quark: Pudding anyone? Doctor. Pudding any one?
Lwaxana: No, thank you.
Dax: I'll take one.
Quark: Help yourself.
Bareil: Why did she hit me?
Quark: Forget about him. What about me? I need you, Keiko. My ears tingle at the sight of you. Marry me.
O'Brien: She's taken, Quark.
Sisko: Easy, Chief. He doesn't know what he's doing.
Lwaxana: What are you looking at me for?
Lwaxana: Zanthi fever? That's ridiculous, that's impossible. That only effects older Betazoids.
Bashir: That may be, but according to my tests you show all the symptoms. Zanthi Fever is a virus which effects the empathic abilities of mature Betazoids. It causes them to project their own emotions onto others.
Sisko: Then Mrs Troi's amorous feelings for someone on the station were being passed along to the people around her.
Bashir: Not everyone. Only those within close proximity to her when she had an attack. And even then there would have to have been some pre-existing latent attraction.
Sisko: You're saying Dax?
Bashir: Only on a subconscious level. Best not think about it too much, if you ask me.
Lwaxana: I'm terribly sorry, Commander. I hope I haven't caused too much trouble.
Sisko: I'm sure no permanent harm was done. Right, Doctor?
Bashir: A simple wide spectrum antiviral agent should cure Mrs Troi, and as for everyone else, well they'll be back to normal in a day or two. Excuse me. I promised Nerys that I'd meet her in her quarters this evening.
Sisko: I think you ought to postpone that visit for a day or two. Commander's log, supplemental. I'm happy to report that Doctor Bashir's diagnosis has been proven correct. My son and all the other's affected by Mrs Troi's condition have made full recoveries.
Lwaxana: This is one Gratitude Festival they'll be talking about for a long time.
Odo: I know I'll never forget it.
Lwaxana: I hope everything works out for you, Odo, with Major Kira.
Odo: I don't know what you mean.
Lwaxana: Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. After all, I know what it's like to be attracted to someone who doesn't necessarily feel the same way. If you get tired of waiting for her you know where to find me.
Odo: I'll keep that in mind.
Keiko: So you're sure Doctor Bashir said your test results were negative?
O'Brien: That's right. My headache was just a headache. I never was affected by Mrs Troi.
Keiko: Oh. I guess that means you don't have a latent attraction to me after all.
O'Brien: Nothing latent about it. Weren't you paying attention last night?
Keiko: I was paying attention. You've still have the touch, O'Brien.
O'Brien: So do you. Take good care of Mommy, honey, okay?
Molly: I will.
Keiko: See you in a few months.
O'Brien: I'll be here.
Bashir: Chief?


Scene: Commander's log, stardate 48481.2. My senior staff and I have been asked to address the annual Starfleet symposium on the current situation in the Gamma Quadrant. I'm looking forward to the opportunity and to visiting my sister in Portland.
Dax: Entering Earth orbit.
Sisko: Now there's something I never get tired of looking at.
Dax: If you ask me, the seas could be a little more purple.
Kira: That's funny, I was just thinking they weren't green enough.
Bashir: I guess it's true what they say. There is no place like home. No matter what color the water is.
Dax: We'd better get ready, Benjamin. Dinner tonight with Admiral Drazman.
O'Brien: Not Droner Drazman? The commander of the Proxima maintenance yards?
Bashir: You're more than welcome to come along. The entire senior staff was invited.
O'Brien: Full dress uniform, fine table linens, a different fork for every course? Thanks but no thanks. That's why I stayed an enlisted man. They don't expect me to show up for these formal dinners.
Dax: Major, Constable, would you care to join us?
Kira: No, thank you.
Odo: I'd say this is strictly a Starfleet occasion.
O'Brien: Commander, I'm receiving an incoming emergency message. It's from DS Nine.
Sisko: On screen.
Quark: Commander, am I glad to see you.
Kira: This better be good, Quark. You're on an emergency channel.
Quark: I just received a message from the Grand Nagus. He wanted me to remind you of the critical role he played in establishing contact with the Dominion.
Sisko: You can assure the Nagus I will mention his assistance prominently in my report to Starfleet.
Quark: There is one more thing, Commander. It seems the Nagus's nephew Belongo is currently being held by Starfleet authorities on Aldebaran Three. A slight misunderstanding, I'm sure.
Sisko: A misunderstanding the Nagus no doubt wants to be cleared up. I do owe him a favor.
Quark: He thinks so too. And to quote the one hundred and eleventh Rule of Acquisition
Sisko: Treat people in your debt like family. Exploit them. I have been reading up. You can tell the Nagus I will do everything I can, but also remind him of the two hundred seventeenth Rule of Acquisition.
Quark: You can't free a fish from water. I'll be sure the Nagus gets the message.
Sisko: She's all yours, Major. Energize, Mister O'Brien.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
O'Brien: That's strange.
Kira: What's wrong?
O'Brien: Oh, nothing serious. Just a power fluctuation in the annular confinement beam. Hold on, that's impossible.
Kira: What happened?
O'Brien: I stabilized the beam, but according to our sensors they never materialized at their destination. They're just gone.
Vin: Okay buddy, come on, rise and shine. Come on. Well, look what we have here.
Sisko: Who are you?
Vin: Who am I? Do you believe this? Sleeping Beauty's asking me questions. Up.
Bernardo: Hey Vin, we've been working all night why don't we forget these guys? I just want to go home and see Sonya and the kids and get some sleep.
Vin: What are you, an anarchist? There's a law against sleeping in the streets. Though I do like the matching pajamas. All right, let's see some logo.
Sisko: Logo?
Vin: ID. Identification. UHC Card? Transit pass?
Bashir: Where are we? What happened to Starfleet Headquarters?
Vin: Oh, perfect. Just what we need. Two more dims.
Sisko: Those shotguns and uniforms. There's something very familiar about this.
Vin: Yeah, probably from the last time you were in a Sanctuary District.
Sisko: Sanctuary District? What year is this?
Bernardo: Same year as it was yesterday. Twenty twenty four. Let's go.
Vin: How do they find us?
Chris: Are you okay?
Dax: Oh, my head.
Chris: What happened? Did you get jacked or something?
Dax: Jacked?
Chris: You know, robbed? Did they get your credit chips, your ID?
Dax: It looks like they got everything, except my brooch.
Chris: Do you live near here? Can you get home?
Dax: I was traveling with some friends and I guess we got separated.
Chris: Well, you shouldn't be walking around without ID. You'd better order some replacements. You can use my Interface terminal if you wish. My office is just round the corner.
Dax: That's very kind of you.
Chris: Chris. Chris Brynner.
Dax: Jadzia.
Chris: That's a pretty name. What is that, Dutch?
Dax: Something like that. It's very kind of you to help me.
Chris: Oh, don't mention it. It's not everyday that I get to rescue a damsel in distress. Let me help you.
Chris: It's just this way.
O'Brien: Check the Heisenberg compensators. I'll run a level one diagnostic of the pattern buffers, see if there's any kind of field imbalance.
Kira: Chief.
O'Brien: Any news from Starfleet?
Kira: Nothing good. As far as they can tell, Commander Sisko and the others never materialized in San Francisco. According to their sensors, our transporter signal disintegrated immediately after we began the beam out sequence.
O'Brien: That doesn't agree with our records. The system log shows the transport was completed successfully. They definitely materialized somewhere.
Kira: That's good news, anyway. But the question is, where?
O'Brien: I wish I knew. Whatever the answer is, it's not in the log. The only thing unusual it recorded was the variance in the annular confinement beam.
Kira: But you corrected for that.
O'Brien: It was a simple adjustment. The beam was just reacting to the accumulation of chroniton particles in the ship's hull.
Kira: Chroniton particles?
O'Brien: They're emitted by the cloaking device. They sometimes become lodged in the ship's ablative armor matrix.
Kira: But we've used the transporter many times since the cloaking device was installled. There's never been a problem before.
O'Brien: And I don't know why there should be one now. Wait a minute. It looks like there was a surge in temporal energy seconds before the initiation of the transporter sequence.
Kira: Tell me that's a clue.
O'Brien: Oh, it's a clue all right. I just don't know what it means yet.
Bashir: How do you feel?
Sisko: Better.
Bashir: Me too. Probably transporter shock. Disorienting, but it wears off quickly. I know one thing. We're definitely in San Francisco. I caught a glimpse of the Golden Gate Bridge a few blocks back.
Sisko: I saw it too.
Bashir: Do you know what happened to our comm. badges?
Sisko: They were probably stolen while we were unconscious. This is not the Earth we're used to, Doctor. That's still at least a century away. I wonder what happened to Dax?
Bashir: She was caught in the transporter beam with us. Whatever affected us must have affected her too.
Sisko: That means she's probably somewhere nearby. The first chance we get, we've got to find her.
Bashir: And then what?
Sisko: And then we find our way home.
Vin: All right, let's go. Bring them.
Bernardo: Okay, let's go. Hurry it up. Sonya's going to kill me.
Bashir: What is this place?
Sisko: A Sanctuary District.
Bashir: Twenty first century history is not one of my strong points. Too depressing.
Sisko: It's been a hobby of mine. They made some ugly mistakes, but they also paved the way for a lot of the things we take now for granted.
Bashir: I assume this is one of those mistakes.
Sisko: A bad one. By the early twenty twenties there was a place like this in every major city in the United States.
Bashir: Why are these people in here? Are they criminals?
Sisko: No. People with criminal records weren't allowed in the Sanctuary Districts.
Bashir: Then what did they do to deserve this?
Sisko: Nothing. They're just people without jobs or places to live.
Bashir: So they get put in here?
Sisko: Welcome to the twenty first century, Doctor.
Vin: Hold it right there. If you want to go home, go home. What do I care?
Bernardo: Thanks, Vin.
Vin: Shall we?
Chris: Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting. Were you able to order new ID?
Dax: Just finished. It took me a while to convince them I was who I said I was. They'll be expressing a transit pass and a couple of credit chips in a few hours. I asked them to send it here. I hope you don't mind.
Chris: No problem.
Dax: Thanks for letting me use your terminal and your account.
Chris: Glad I could help. You know, those are very unusual.
Dax: Oh, you mean my tattoos.
Chris: It's amazing work. Where did you have them done, Japan?
Dax: How did you guess?
Chris: Well, I used to have one myself. A Maori tribal pattern used to go all the way down my arm. Got it in high school back in the nineties just like everybody else. Of course, I had to have it removed. Well, you know how it is. To get the government contracts, you have to look like all the rest of the drones. So I guess that makes me a sell-out.
Dax: Not necessarily. What kind of business do you do?
Chris: You don't know? Well, I guess I'll have to have a talk to my public relations people. I'm Chris Brynner. Brynner Information Systems? You know, Interface Operations, Net Access, Channel Ninety.
Dax: That Chris Brynner!
Chris: So what do you think? Does that make me a sell-out or not?
Dax: Probably, but I won't hold it against you.
Chris: These friends of yours that you told me about. Is there any way for you to get a hold of them?
Dax: I wish I could.
Vin: Left hand. Other hand. Look straight ahead. Now stand over here.
Interface: Welcome to SafeTech's fingerprint database. your government diskount has been accepted. Remember our new retinal scan services, now accessible on channel one seventy eight.
Vin: Yeah, yeah. Save the commercial.
Interface: We are sorry but the fingerprints you have provided are not on record.
Vin: No ID, no fingerprint record, no Interface account. It's like you two don't exist.
Bashir: Since we don't exist, why not let us go?
Vin: Yeah, well, let's see. You don't have any ID, you don't have any money, and you're both dressed like clowns. You figure it out.
Vin: Please fill out these forms. Answer all questions to the best of your ability. If you cannot speak English an interpreter will be provided. If you cannot read, questions will be given to you verbally. If there is any part of this form you do not understand, ask one of our staff for assistance. Now sit down, shut up, and fill out the forms. And if you've got any problems, don't come to me with them.
Bashir: Thank you very much.
Kira: Tell Admiral Ngomo I appreciate her offer, but I don't want anyone beaming onto this ship until we know what's going on. If they want to come up by shuttle, that's fine.
O'Brien: Major, I think I know what happened to Commander Sisko and the others. The temporal surge we detected was caused by an explosion of a microscopic singularity passing through this solar system. Somehow, the energy emitted by the singularity shifted the chroniton particles in our hull into a high state of temporal polarization.
Kira: Which means what?
O'Brien: Which means the transporter beam was redirected as it passed through the polarized particles.
Kira: Redirected where?
O'Brien: Not where, when. The beam was redirected through time, not space. They arrived in San Francisco, just like they were supposed to.
Kira: But not when they were supposed to. How much time are we talking about? Days? Weeks?
O'Brien: More like centuries.
Bashir: This is ridiculous. I mean, we've been here three hours and the line has barely moved at all.
Vin: I got one word for you, pal. Plenty of overtime.
Bashir: That's three words.
Vin: Hey, for a dim, you're pretty smart. Now go back and take a seat. Oh boy. (A calendar on the wall says today is Friday 8/30/24, temperature 15 degrees, and Sisko is thinking.)
Bashir: Some of these people are mentally ill. They need proper medical treatment.
Sisko: I know, but they're not going to get it. Not now anyway.
Bashir: What? What is it?
Sisko: That calendar over there. It says August thirtieth, twenty twenty four.
Bashir: I'm not sure I understand.
Sisko: You ever hear of the Bell Riots?
Bashir: Vaguely.
Sisko: It was one of the most violent civil disturbances in American history, and it happened right here. San Francisco, Sanctuary District A, the first week of September, twenty twenty four.
Bashir: That's only a few days from now.
Sisko: Which means if we don't get out of here soon, we'll be caught right in the middle of it.
Bashir: Just how bad are these riots going to be, Commander?
Sisko: Bad. The Sanctuary residents will take over the District. Some of the guards will be taken hostage. The government will send in troops to restore order. Hundreds of Sanctuary residents will be killed.
Bashir: Hundreds? And there's nothing we can do to prevent it. Starfleet's temporal displacement policy may sound good in the classroom, but to know that hundreds of people are going to die and to not be able to do a thing to save them
Sisko: I sympathize, Doctor, but if it will make you feel any better, the Riots will be one of the watershed events of the twenty first century. Gabriel Bell will see to that.
Bashir: Bell?
Sisko: The man they named the Riots after. He is one of the Sanctuary residents who will be guarding the hostages. The government troops will storm this place based on rumors that the hostages have been killed. It turns out that the hostages were never harmed, because of Gabriel Bell. In the end, Bell sacrifices his own life to save them. He'll become a national hero. Outrage over his death, and the death of the other residents, will change public opinion about the Sanctuaries. They'll be torn down and the United States will finally begin correcting the social problems it had struggled with for over a hundred years.
Bashir: And all of this is going to happen in the next few days.
Sisko: Which means if we warn these people about what's coming, if we try to help them in any way, we risk altering a pivotal moment in history. And we can't let that happen.
Vin: Hey, I hate to break up your intimate conversation, but you're next.
Sisko: Is there something wrong?
Lee: Well, according to these forms, you're supposed to be dims. But you're not, are you?
Sisko: I hope you're not disappointed.
Lee: Pleasantly surprised is more like it. I guess I owe you an apology. If I'd known you were gimmies, I could've processed your application much sooner.
Bashir: Gimmies?
Sisko: They're American slang terms.
Lee: I try not to use them, but it's a bad habit. Gimmies are people like you. People who are looking for help, a job, a place to live.
Bashir: And what about the dims? Don't they need help?
Lee: The dims should be in hospitals, but the government can't afford to keep them there, so we get them instead. I hate it, but that's the way it is. I see here that you both have just arrived in San Francisco. Do you have any jobs lined up?
Bashir: No. Actually we weren't planning on staying here very long.
Lee: Have you got a place to stay or anyone who can vouch for you?
Sisko: No. We were traveling with a friend but we were separated right after we arrived.
Lee: Do you have any way of contacting this friend of yours?
Sisko: Not at the moment.
Lee: Well, in that case, I'm afraid you're going have to stay here in the Sanctuary for the time being.
Bashir: You mean we can't leave?
Lee: It's for your own safety.
Sisko: Really.
Lee: And it's the law.
Sisko: What about jobs? How are we supposed to find a place to work and somewhere to live if we're stuck in here?
Lee: One of the services we provide is job placement.
Sisko: And how long's that usually take?
Lee: I wish I could give you a definite answer, but jobs are hard to come by right now, what with the economy and all. My advice is to be patient. In the meantime, take these. They're your ration cards. You can use them to get food and water at any of the distribution points in the district. Hang on to them.
Bashir: Where are we supposed to stay while we're here?
Lee: Anywhere you like. The buildings in the district are there for everyone to use.
Sisko: Thanks for your help.
Lee: One more thing. A little advice. Stay away from District Security. They've had their budget cut again. They're overworked and underpaid. Just give them a lot of space. And watch out for ghosts.
Bashir: Ghosts?
Lee: That's what we call people who haven't integrated well into the Sanctuary. They can be dangerous, and they tend to prey on other residents.
Sisko: Thanks for the warning. We'll stay away from them.
Dax: Dax to Sisko. Dax to Bashir. If you can hear me, please respond.
Chris: Okay, my assistant was able to get you a room at the Clift for the next five nights.
Dax: You didn't have to do that.
Chris: I know that, but I wanted to. So, what are your plans?
Dax: I still have to find my friends.
Chris: Well, I hope you don't mind, but I had Britt do some checking. No one matching their descriptions has been admitted into any of the city hospitals or trauma wards.
Dax: That's good news.
Chris: Look, I would like to know how this turns out. I'm having a little get-together here tomorrow, in the office. I'd like you to come if you want. You and your friends.
Dax: I'd like that.
Chris: Well, good luck.
Dax: Thanks. I could use it.
Guard: Whoa, you guys can't come in here.
Bashir: We're just looking for someplace to sleep.
Guard: Well you're going to have to look someplace else.
Bashir: Let me guess. This building is full.
Guard: Sorry.
Bashir: Every building we go to, it's the same story. They can't all be full.
Sisko: Don't be so sure. One of the main complaints against the Sanctuary Districts was overcrowding. It got to the point where they didn't care how many people were in here. They just wanted to keep them out of sight.
Bashir: And once they were out of sight, what then? I mean, look at this man. There's no need for that man to live like that. With the right medication, he could lead a full and normal life.
Sisko: Maybe in our time.
Bashir: Not just in our time. There are any number of effective treatments for schizophrenia, even in this day and age. They could cure that man now, today, if they gave a damn.
Sisko: It's not that they don't give a damn, Doctor. It's that they've given up. The social problems they face seem too enormous to deal with.
Bashir: That only makes things worse. Causing people to suffer because you hate them is terrible, but causing people to suffer because you have forgotten how to care? That's really hard to understand.
Sisko: They'll remember. It'll take some time and it won't be easy, but eventually people in this century will remember how to care.
Bashir: But it makes you wonder, doesn't it? Are humans really any different than Cardassians or Romulans? If push comes to shove, if something disastrous happens to the Federation, if we are frightened enough, or desperate enough, how would we react? Would we stay true to our ideals or would we just stay up here, right back where we started?
Sisko: I don't know. But as a Starfleet officer, it's my job to make sure we never have to find out.
Bc: Get his food card.
Sisko: Remember, Doctor, we can't interfere.
Bc: You got a problem?
Sisko: No problem.
Bc: You look upset. If we've done anything to offend you, please let us know so that we can be sure not to do it again.
Sisko: Don't worry about us. We're new here.
Bc: Really? I never would've guessed. But let me be the first to welcome you. Would you like a piece of this?
Bashir: No, thanks.
Bc: Gimmies. No sense of fun.
Sisko: We're just looking for a place to sleep.
Bc: In that case, you'd better look somewhere else, new boy.
Sisko: You heard what he said. Let's go.
Bc: Enjoy your stay. And in a few days I know you're going to feel right at home. Bye
Odo: So, in theory, we should be able to travel into the past by focusing the transporter beam through the polarized chroniton particles?
O'Brien: The problem is, we don't know where in time Sisko and the others are. I've narrowed it down to a dozen different possibilities. But we only have enough polarized chronitons to make five or six attempts.
Kira: We'll have to take our chances. Pick the most likely time periods and send a team down with tricorders to find them. The hard part will be to find a couple of volunteers crazy enough to risk getting lost in time to do the job.
O'Brien: I think I know a few likely candidates.
Sisko: Here you go, Julian.
Bashir: If we ever get home, I promise never to complain about the station's Cardassian beds ever again. Where is everybody?
Sisko: In the food lines, waiting for breakfast. It's not much to look at, but it's better than nothing.
Sisko: I'm sorry. They ran out of utensils and napkins.
Bashir: Why am I not surprised?
Sisko: When you're finished eating, I think we should get up on the roof of one of these buildings. I want to get a better look at the place.
Bashir: Do you think there's a way out of here?
Sisko: If there is, we'll find it.
Guard: Not you two guys again. Look, I told you, we don't have any room.
Sisko: We're not here to stay. All we want is to do is get up on the roof and take a look around.
Guard: It doesn't matter what you want. You can't come in. We've got to protect what's ours around here.
Bashir: Look, maybe we can make a deal. Isn't there something we could exchange in order to get access to the roof?
Guard: I don't know. What have you got to offer? That's what I thought. Look, maybe you guys should try another building.
Guard: Hey, wait a minute. Maybe we can make a deal after all.
Sisko: Well at least now we look like we belong here.
Bashir: Yeah, and we smell just as bad as everyone else too.
Webb: Stay away from him.
Sisko: Whatever you say. Just put the knife down.
Webb: Step into the light so I can see you.
Sisko: We're new here. We're just trying to get up to the roof, get a better look at the place.
Webb: Believe me, it doesn't look any better from up there.
Danny: Dad.
Webb: It's going to be okay, Danny.
Bashir: What happened?
Webb: He was beaten up by some ghosts. My wife went to get help, but there's only one doctor on duty at the Processing Center.
Bashir: Well, why don't you let me take a look? I know a little bit about medicine.
Sisko: Julian.
Bashir: It can't hurt to just look.
Bashir: Hey, I'm just going to take a quick look here, okay?
Bashir: Does that hurt? Here? Looks like you've been lucky. No broken ribs and these cuts are mostly superficial. You're going to be okay. You're going to need some clean rags and something to disinfect these wounds. Alcohol should do.
Webb: I think I can get some.
Bashir: Okay, here we go.
Sisko: Looks like we made a new friend.
Webb: Hey. You know, the District could use another doctor.
Bashir: I don't really practice anymore.
Webb: But there are people here who need you.
Bashir: I'm sorry, but they'll have to get along without me.
Webb: You two are new here, so let me explain something to you. You can forget about getting out of here any time soon. This is your home now. The only help we're going to get is from each other, and if we don't start pulling together, we're finished.
Sisko: All we want is to be left alone.
Webb: My mistake. I thought you wanted to get out of here.
Bashir: We do.
Webb: Well the only way that's going to happen is if we get organized and let people on the outside know what's going on in here.
Sisko: Do whatever you want. Just leave us out of it.
Webb: If you want to be left alone, that's fine with me. But if you want to help us, and help yourselves, you know where to find me.
Man: Our sea floor mining project is almost ready to go into operation. The Pan-Caribbean government did have some misgivings, but I think we've won them over. I hear you just came back from Christchurch?
Chris: Yes. Did a little skiing on Mount Cook.
Woman: You're lucky. We had to cancel our trip to the Alps this year because of the student protests in France.
Chris: I thought the Neo-Trotskyists were going to put a stop to that.
Woman: They're not having any more luck that the Gaullists did.
Man: Europe is falling apart.
Woman: Well, at least we don't have to worry about that kind of thing here.
Dax: Don't count on it.
Chris: You'll have to excuse Jadzia's cynicism. She was just mugged yesterday. That kind of thing's bound to give a negative impression of the future.
Woman: So, who mugged you? Did you see them?
Dax: It doesn't really matter. I'm just glad that I wasn't hurt.
Chris: Well, whoever it was did a very thorough job. They took everything she had, even her ID.
Dax: Chris rescued me and let me use his computer to get my replacement ID.
Man: You're lucky the police didn't find you first. If they'd caught you on the street without ID, you might have ended up in a Sanctuary District.
Woman: I thought they stopped doing that.
Man: Why would they? It's the only way to keep those people off the streets.
Dax: Excuse us a minute.
Dax: Is that true?
Chris: Is what true?
Dax: About taking people without ID to a Sanctuary District.
Chris: Yes, it is. Why?
Dax: I still haven't found my friends.
Chris: And you think they might be in a Sanctuary District?
Dax: It's possible. If you hadn't found me, I might've wound up in one. Can we check and see if they're inside?
Chris: Well, that might take some doing. The Sanctuary District records are not posted on the Net. But I might be able to pull in some favors.
Bashir: And I thought the replimat lines were bad. By the time we get dinner, it'll be time for breakfast. You'd think that before they lock thousands of people into a twenty square block area, they'd give some thought to how those people are going to get fed.
Sisko: I'm go see how much longer this is going to take.
Bc: Hey, gimmie. I'm talking to you. Let me see your food card.
Bashir: What for?
Bc: Because I said so.
Sisko: Let him go.
Bc: What?
Sisko: I said, let him go.
Bc: Oh, well, when you put it like that.
Bell: Leave him alone.
Bell: Are you all right?
Bc: Get his card. Get his food card. Come on, let's get out of here. Come on, let's go.
Sisko: Help him. He never would have gotten hurt if it wasn't for us.
Bashir: Breathe, damn you. Breathe. He's gone.
Sisko: Come on. We've got to get out of here.
Sisko: Cover!
Bashir: They're gone.
Sisko: For now, but they're the least of our worries. That man who just got killed trying to help us?
Sisko: That man was Gabriel Bell.
Bashir: If only I'd had my medkit. If only I'd got him to a hospital I might've been able to save him.
Sisko: You did all you could, Doctor.
Bashir: But it wasn't enough, was it? A good man died because of us. And what about the hostages? What's going to happen to them?
Sisko: Without Bell, there's a good chance those hostages are going to die.
Bashir: And if that happens, how is it going to affect the future?
Sisko: We have to save them. Whatever it takes, we have to make sure those hostages survive.
Kira: All right, Chief, let's get over to the transporter room before we change our minds.
O'Brien: Too late, Major. It looks like Starfleet's changed our minds for us. Headquarters thinks our plan's too risky. They're afraid that while we're searching for Sisko and the others, we may contaminate the timeline.
Kira: Get me Admiral Wright.
O'Brien: I had a feeling you'd say that. That's odd.
Kira: What is it?
O'Brien: I'm not getting any response from Starfleet.
Odo: Is there something wrong with our communications array? I was just talking to Starfleet Security when my comm. line went dead.
O'Brien: There's nothing wrong on our end. Everything checks out fine.
Kira: Could be interference on the comm. channels. Try a wide band subspace signal.
O'Brien: Still nothing. Maybe if I direct it toward one of the Federation communications satellites in Earth orbit.
Odo: What is it, Chief?
O'Brien: They're not there. The entire Earth satellite network is gone.
Kira: The spacedocks? The orbital habitats?
O'Brien: All of it. The Utopia Planitia yards on Mars, the terraforming stations on Venus, Starfleet Headquarters. I'm not detecting a single sign of Starfleet activity anywhere in this sector.
Kira: Try a non-Federation frequency.
O'Brien: The only subspace signals I'm detecting are coming from the vicinity of Alpha Centauri. And they're Romulan.
Kira: That's impossible.
Odo: Do you think Sisko and the others might have somehow altered the timeline?
O'Brien: They must have.
Kira: Then why weren't we affected?
O'Brien: I'm not sure. Maybe, maybe when it exploded, the singularity that polarized the chroniton particles created some kind of subspace bubble around the ship, isolated it from the changes in the timeline. I'm not sure, I'd have to run some tests. One thing's for certain, right now this ship is all that's left of Starfleet.
Webb: I thought you didn't want to get involved.
Sisko: We've changed our minds.
Webb: Glad to hear it. We can use all the help we can get. This place is about to explode. Most of us agreed to live here because they promised us jobs. I don't know about you, but I haven't been on any job interviews lately, and neither has anyone else. They've forgotten about us.
Sisko: So what do we do?
Webb: We make them remember. The day after tomorrow, we're going to hold a rally outside the Processing Center. I want everyone to be there. Gimmies, ghosts, even the dims. I want to remind the people outside that we haven't done anything wrong, that we're not criminals, and that we don't deserve to live like this.
Sisko: We'll spread the word.
Webb: Good. One more thing. Tell people when they come to the rally to bring their families, their kids, and try to look their best. We're not derelicts, no matter what they say about us.
Sisko: I could probably use a shave.
Bashir: Not to mention a bath.
Chris: Yes. Yes, thank you. You were right. Your friends are in Sanctuary District A.
Dax: When can we get them out?
Chris: Well, it might not be that easy. The Sanctuary personnel first have to find them. There are something like ten thousand people in there.
Dax: Did they say how long it would take?
Chris: They're not sure. But don't worry, your friends are fine. That's the whole point of the Sanctuary. To give people in trouble food and a place to stay.
Dax: If that's all it's for, then why is there a wall around it?
Bashir: In two days, in front of the Processing Center. Will you spread the word?
Sisko: Okay, you got it? The day after tomorrow. Try to be there and tell everyone you know.
Bashir: That's five hundred people we've talked to today.
Sisko: That only leaves about nine thousand to go. Whoa. Slow down. What's going on?
Danny: One of the guards got into a fight with a dim down at Processing. Everyone's going crazy. I have got to find my dad.
Sisko: Give me that. Get back.
Bashir: Get away. Get away from him.
Sisko: Come on. We have to get him off the street.
Bc: Everybody put your hands on your head and face the wall.
Lee: You can't do this.
Bc: I can do anything I want. Now, against the wall.
Sisko: That's enough.
Bc: Well look who we've got here. Way to show initiative, new boy. Take him and throw him back there along with the rest of our guests.
Bashir: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Bc: I think I am a making a political statement. Maybe if we're lucky, I might even be able to stage a nice little photo op. I hope that meets with your approval.
Sisko: Do as he says.
Bc: All right! I've waited a long time for this. And I know I won't be disappointed. Ain't that right, new boy?
Sisko: The name is Bell. Gabriel Bell. To be continued...