Star Trek: Deep Space Nine s06e01 Episode Script
A Time to Stand
Last time on|Star Trek: Deep Space Nine More Jem'Hadar ships come through the wormhole|every week.
It must stop.
It's going to stop.
How do we keep them out? We're going to mine|the entrance to the wormhole.
Prevent the Dominion|from bringing any more reinforcements|to Cardassia.
Either you remove the mines or we will take this station|from you and remove them ourselves.
Mr.
Worf, all weapons|fire at will.
I've been waiting|for this moment for five years.
We've lost main power|to the shields.
What are your orders, Captain? We've done all we can here.
Notify all remaining|Starfleet personnel.
We're evacuating the station.
I heard you're not|coming with us-- that you've been assigned|to Martok's ship.
It may be some time|before we see each other again.
Worf, we may never|see each other again.
Dukat wanted the station back.
He can have it.
And now, the continuation.
Cadet? Long-range scanners show|no sign of Jem'Hadar ships.
Looks like they've broken off|the pursuit.
I guess they got tired|of looking at our backs.
Three months of bloody slaughter and what have we got|to show for it? Not a damned thing.
Engage, retreat,|engage, retreat.
Just once, I would've liked to have gotten|a look at their backs.
Chief, that's enough.
Sorry, sir.
Nothing a little sleep|won't cure.
We could all use some sleep.
What has it been-- 78 hours? Shouldn't we have heard|something from the Seventh Fleet|by now? I wouldn't worry just yet.
The Tyra system|is far enough away that it'll be a day or two|before we get any message.
You think they could|stop the Dominion? Damn right they can.
Somebody has to.
Ah, there you are.
I was beginning|to give up hope, Doctor.
I would think that all|those lunches we've shared would have entitled me|to preferential treatment.
Look, I have 12 wounded officers|and crewman out there all of whom are in a lot|worse shape than you, Garak.
Well, if you're trying|to cheer me up it's working.
I feel better already.
What happened? I was studying some star charts|for Captain Sisko during the last assault,|when I had a sudden and rather violent encounter|with a bulkhead.
You'll live.
I wish I shared your confidence.
I'm sure my head will heal but the way this war is going I wouldn't bet on any of us|living to a ripe old age.
I admit the odds are not good,|but they could be worse.
Ah, let me guess.
You've used your|genetically enhanced brain to calculate|our chances for survival.
It really wasn't that difficult.
I simply started|with a binomial-- I'm really not interested,|Doctor.
Ever since it's become|public knowledge that you're|genetically engineered you've used every opportunity|to show off.
I have nothing to hide anymore.
I might as well use what I have.
Well what are our chances? Over 50 percent? I'm sorry I asked.
You're certain|about that figure? Do you want me to take you through the entire set|of calculations? Not really.
"Genetically engineered,"|indeed.
Excuse me? Well, look at you.
You act as if you haven't|a care in the world.
It's exactly that kind|of smug, superior attitude that makes people like|you so unpopular.
Are you trying to insult me? "A 32.
7 percent chance|of survival"-- I call that insulting.
Don't take it|so personally, Garak.
It's strictly a matter|of mathematics.
No.
It's strictly|a matter of our lives.
You're not genetically|engineered.
You're a Vulcan.
If I'm a Vulcan then how do you explain|my boyish smile? Not so boyish anymore, Doctor.
So where do you think Starfleet will be|sending us next? I don't know, but if I have|anything to say about the matter we'll be going right back|to the front lines.
Well said, Captain and my ship|will be at your side.
Worf! Tell her.
Tell me what? It can wait.
No! It cannot.
Raktajino.
It's been weighing heavily|on his mind.
What is it, Worf?|What's wrong? It is about our wedding.
You're getting cold feet? You have scheduled|the ritual sacrifice of the targ to occur after the wedding feast|has been served.
We haven't seen each other for five weeks and that's|the first thing you say to me? We agreed it would be|a traditional ceremony.
Okay.
Have it your way.
First, we'll shed blood,|and then we'll feast.
As it should be.
He has been unable to talk|of anything else for days.
He is such a worrier.
Take it from me, old man-- a small wedding|is the way to go.
Well, you get married|the way you want and I'll get married|the way I want.
I'll see you later, Captain.
Try not to break any bones.
Now that that's settled I'm going to take care of this.
Klingons make great warriors,|but terrible doctors.
Captain Just the man I wanted to see.
We've been ordered|to report to Starbase 375 for reassignment.
Something else, Doctor? I have news|of the Seventh Fleet.
Go on.
Only 14 ships made it back|to our lines.
Fourteen|out of 112.
We can't keep taking|these kinds of losses, sir not if we expect to win this.
Thank you, Doctor.
That will be all.
I'll take a look|at that arm now.
Permanent Documentation File,|Dukat, S.
G.
Each day brings reports|of new victories.
The war continues to go well.
The enemy is retreating.
|on almost all fronts.
It's only a matter of time|before the Federation collapses and Earth becomes|another conquered planet under Dominion rule.
All in all, it's a good time|for Cardassia.
And the Dominion.
My dear Major Kira,|you have no idea how it pleases me|to hear you say that.
Dukat,|the Major has just given me the most wonderful news.
Bajorans are returning|to the station.
I'm well aware of it.
Then I'm sure you share|my delight in knowing that life here|is returning to normal.
The shops are reopening.
The Promenade is abuzz|with activity once again.
The Habitat Ring echoes with the laughter|of happy children.
I've doubled security patrols|throughout the station.
Are such precautions|really necessary? I've found that one|can't be too careful when dealing with the Bajorans.
What's the matter, Dukat? Afraid we'll take the station|away from you again? You're welcome to try.
Come now, come now.
There's no need|for this petty bickering.
We're all friends here.
Are we? Of course we are and if you have|any suggestions, Major feel free to bring them|to me at any time.
Fine.
We'd like the station's Bajoran|security force reinstated.
I suppose you want us to give them back|their weapons as well.
That's right.
The station no longer requires|a Bajoran security force.
Our troops can handle|any problems that might arise.
The Federation and Bajor|always shared equal responsibility|for station security.
I thought you said|that we would have the same arrangement|with the Dominion.
After all we are all friends here aren't we? Perhaps you should|reconsider your decision.
The order stands.
You may trust|the Bajorans, but I don't and until they earn my trust I prefer to keep them unarmed.
And if you were in my position,|Major you would do|exactly the same thing.
Perhaps it would be best to let the matter rest|for a while.
I'm sure in time|we'll be able to resolve all these minor problems|to our mutual satisfaction.
I'll remember you said that.
I'm sure you will.
One last thing Odo.
What about him? Is he aware|that I'm doing everything I can to strengthen the bond between the Dominion|and the Bajoran people? Why don't you ask him|yourself? No, no.
I wouldn't|want to bother him.
Good day, Major.
She's a fascinating woman,|isn't she? I wouldn't know but I do know|we need her as an ally.
The Bajorans will never|be our allies.
Out.
Don't look at him.
I'm telling you to leave.
Now! I find him useful.
In the future it might be prudent|for you to include me in all decisions|regarding station policy.
Now what about the wormhole? You assured me|that you would be able to dismantle the minefield|within a month.
That was two months ago.
Well, I admit the work is proceeding|more slowly than expected but as you know,|these are not ordinary mines.
Every time we deactivate|or destroy one of them its neighbor replicates|a new one.
We have to take down|that minefield and reopen the wormhole.
And we will.
But there's no need for panic.
We are winning the war.
For the moment, yes,|but to defeat the Federation we're going to need|reinforcements and new supplies|of ketracel-white soon.
Weyoun I said I will deal|with the minefield and I will.
Hmm.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Once again, I see|you're at your usual table.
It's amazing|how many of my customers think of Quark's|as their second home.
I only wish I had a holo-imager,|so I could preserve this warm and wonderful moment|of camaraderie.
Something you could hang|on the wall of your barracks.
Have you tried the dabo tables? I'm sure one|of my lovely hostesses would be happy|to teach you the game.
I know a complimentary hour in one of our|state-of-the-art holosuites.
Whatever your desires I'm sure we can satisfy them.
Perhaps another time.
Enjoy the evening.
Tough crowd.
I'm telling you, Odo Dukat has only one thing|on his mind and that's revenge.
He can't stand the thought|that Bajor defeated Cardassia.
You think he wants|to reopen the labor camps? Oh, eventually.
Well, then, I suppose|we should be grateful that he has Weyoun|looking over his shoulder.
Maybe.
Weyoun's a hard one|to figure out.
I don't really trust him, but I trust him more than Dukat.
Weyoun knows that it's|in the Dominion's best interest to honor its treaty with Bajor.
They want to prove to the rest|of the Alpha Quadrant that they're true to their word.
Weyoun asked me about you.
He seemed very concerned|about what you thought of him.
I try not to think of him.
He'd be hurt to hear|you say that.
I'll have to mention it|to him.
I'm glad you can still smile.
Ah, only when I'm with you.
That's kind of you to say.
No, it's true.
When I talk to you,|things don't seem as bad.
When I think of Dukat|in the Captain's office or the fact that the Federation|seems to be losing this war and we're sitting here|doing nothing I share your frustration, Major,|but right now there's really nothing we can do|but bide our time.
It's like Captain Sisko said--|Bajor must be kept out of the fighting.
And who am I to argue|with the Emissary? Thanks for waiting.
Things have been|a little busier than expected.
This one's on the house.
What do you want, Quark? The usual--|peace, love and understanding.
Not to mention|a generous profit margin which, I'm happy to say,|is looking more and more likely.
You know, I never|expected to say this but as occupations go,|this one's not so bad.
No, I suppose that's true if all you're worried about|is a monthly balance sheet.
I'm not just concerned|with profit, Major.
Look around.
Do you see any ghetto fences|dividing the Promenade? Or exhausted|Bajoran slave laborers sprawled on the ground|after a grueling day in the ore-processing|center? Do you hear|the cries of starving children? I don't.
Now don't get me wrong.
I miss the Federation, too.
All I'm saying is things could be a lot worse.
I hate to say this,|but he's right.
The Dominion seems|determined to prove that it can be|a friend to Bajor.
If it's such a good friend why are there|no Bajoran security officers on the station? I'm glad you made it back|in one piece, Ben.
I was lucky.
We lost a lot of good people.
Yes, we did and we're going|to lose a lot more before this is over.
I hope you'll find|this office satisfactory.
Office? I wasn't aware|I'd be needing an office.
I thought I was here|for an assignment briefing.
I'm afraid|you're going to be here for a lot longer|than you think, Captain.
As of right now,|you're no longer in command of the Defiant.
Relieved of command? Why? Admiral Ross didn't say.
He did say we'll be getting our new assignment|at 1600 hours.
Well, at least the crew|is staying together.
We are staying together,|aren't we? You can count on it.
So what do you plan on doing|the next couple of hours? I haven't given|it much thought.
Maybe now would be|a good time to contact your father.
Maybe.
Benjamin, you haven't|spoken to him for months and Jake is his grandson.
How do I explain that I evacuated|every Federation citizen off Deep Space 9|except his grandson? You'll think of something.
You always do.
You did what? Dad, it's not quite|as bad as it sounds.
You mean, you didn't leave|my grandson at the mercy of a vicious,|bloodthirsty enemy? Well no.
I did.
Then it's certainly|just as bad as it sounds.
Dad, it was not my decision.
It was Jake's choice|to stay behind.
Oh, so now you're going|to blame this on Jake.
I'm not blaming Jake.
He's not a child anymore.
He's responsible|for his own actions.
I don't care who's responsible.
It's wrong, and I want him back.
And so do I.
Do you think he's all right? I hope so.
I'll bring him back, Dad.
I promise.
When? That I don't know.
It might be a while.
I'm about to be given new orders and I don't know|where they're going to send me.
Tell them|you want to go get your son.
It's wartime.
It's not up to me.
|I go where I'm sent.
How's the restaurant doing? All right.
It's been three weeks|since I poisoned anyone.
Are things really as bad|as the news service claims? Maybe worse.
Well, you certainly know how|to comfort a frightened old man.
You didn't raise me|to be a liar.
I raised you to be a chef,|for all the good it did me.
You know, there's something|I just don't understand.
You're always telling me|that space is big that it's an endless frontier|filled with infinite wonders.
It's true.
Well, if that's the case you would think it would be more than enough room to allow people|to leave each other alone.
It just doesn't work that way.
It should, but it doesn't.
I better be going.
The lunch crowd's coming in.
You watch yourself, Ben and bring me back my grandson.
I will.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Hello.
Excuse me, Mr.
Weyoun.
Oh please.
Uh, I prefer just, uh Weyoun.
That's the kind of detail|people like to know.
Ah, would this be a good time? For what? For the interview|we talked about-- you know, for the|Federation News Service.
Oh, ho, I'm afraid that|will be quite impossible.
Why? Because I've read|your previous articles and they left me with|one inescapable conclusion-- you are biased|against the Dominion.
What-what gave you that idea? You keep referring to us as the station's|"occupying force.
" What's wrong with that? It has a negative connotation.
All your articles are filled|with pejorative terminology which is why I've been forced|to withhold their transmission.
Are you telling me that no one from the Federation|read my reports? If I don't send them,|they don't read them.
What about freedom of the press? Please tell me|you're not that naive.
The only reason I stayed here|was to report on the occupation.
You see, there you go again.
This is not an occupation.
This is a Cardassian|station, Jake and I'm sure you're aware there are no Dominion troops|on Bajor.
Why should there be? We have a treaty with them.
They're our friends.
All right.
|I'm sorry.
I didn't mean anything by it.
If you want me to send your articles|to the Federation you're going to have to provide|a more balanced perspective.
I won't write|Dominion propaganda.
I would never dream|of asking you to.
All I want is for you|to keep an open mind.
All right.
|My mind is open.
Now can we do the interview? All in good time.
You keep writing.
|I'll keep reading.
Let's leave it at that for now.
Good day, Jake.
Starfleet Intelligence|has discovered what we believe to be|their main storage facility for ketracel-white|in the Alpha Quadrant-- right here,|deep in Cardassian space.
We need to destroy it.
Without the white|to sustain them the Jem'Hadar|won't be able to function.
Without the white,|the Jem'Hadar will die.
I won't shed any tears not if it|helps end this war.
It may be our only way to end|this war, short of surrendering.
How do you expect us to|infiltrate Cardassian territory without the Defiant|and its cloaking abilities? I was wondering the same thing.
You won't need|a cloaking device.
We have something even better.
A Jem'Hadar attack ship.
It's the one you captured|last year, Captain.
Now you get a chance|to see what it can do.
Do you even know|how to fly that thing? Not yet, but I intend to learn.
Guidance matrix, check.
Aft parabolic thrusters, check.
Sensor feed, check.
Chief.
Reactor core, check.
Induction stabilizers, check.
Phaser coils, check.
Nog.
Resonance emitters, check.
Subspace field grid, check.
Signal subprocessors, check.
I think.
You think? We've been training|on this ship for two weeks now.
I would like to put a Jem'Hadar|soldier on the Defiant and see how well he does|after two weeks.
These controls|are very different.
They take time to get used to.
We don't have any more time.
We're about to take this ship|into enemy territory.
We don't want any slip-ups.
I don't intend|to make any, Chief.
Good.
I still don't see|why we couldn't install a few chairs on the Bridge.
Because this ship|wasn't designed for chairs.
Well, my feet aren't designed to stand|for long periods of time.
They get tired.
Maybe we should|leave you behind.
My feet might like that,|but I wouldn't.
It's not your feet|you need to worry about.
It's your stomach.
Have you noticed? There isn't|a single food replicator anywhere on this ship.
That shouldn't be a problem.
Captain Sisko says|there'll be plenty of field rations.
Trying eating field rations|for three weeks and then tell me|it isn't a problem.
You know what is a problem? No viewscreen.
Who builds a Bridge|without a window? The same people who build a ship|without an Infirmary.
Here's a list of all the medical|supplies I brought on board.
They're in my quarters,|for want of a better space.
Well, don't worry.
We'll try not to have|any medical emergencies while you're sleeping.
I'm so glad that you find the lack of proper|medical facilities amusing but if trouble breaks out it's not a viewscreen|or a chair or even a sandwich you'll be wanting.
It's a bio-bed with a surgical|tissue regenerator.
Maybe, but right now I would settle|for a viewscreen.
Or a chair.
Or a sandwich.
All right, people,|prepare for departure.
All systems ready, sir.
Garak, come to see us off? Uh, not quite.
I invited Mr.
Garak|to join us.
Considering we're heading|into Cardassian territory I thought|he might prove useful.
Well, it's been|known to happen.
Pull up a chair.
We're cleared for departure,|sir.
Take us out, old man.
Aye, Captain.
Aft thrusters at one-half.
Bring us about.
Just wanted|to make sure everyone was awake.
We are now.
Just take it nice and easy,|all right? I can try.
Set a course for the Cardassian border,|heading 054 mark 093.
Warp six.
Yes, sir.
Come in.
You wanted to see me? I always want to see you, Major and therein lies the problem.
It's been three months|since my return to this station and you and I have barely spent|any time with one another.
Oh, I know you could point out the various meetings|we've attended together but they never seem|to offer us the opportunity to venture|beyond station business.
I don't have time for this.
Major! I haven't dismissed you yet.
What do you want from me, Dukat? Come now, Major.
Have the last three months|been that bad? Is that what you want? Is that why I'm here? To flatter you? To tell you what a good job|you've done and how happy we all are|to have you back? Sarcasm doesn't become you,|Major.
It's your directness that I've always found|most appealing.
Dukat, I got better things|to do than to stand around|and help you play out one of your little fantasies.
You feel I've betrayed you.
Not just me.
Everyone.
Even your own people.
Cardassia was on the edge|of an abyss, Major.
The war with the Klingons|left us a third-rate power.
My people had lost their way.
I've made them strong again.
At what price? You sold Cardassia|to the Dominion.
Yes-- a high price, to be sure but look what we're getting|in return.
The Alpha Quadrant itself.
We'll see about that.
Yes, we will.
Oh I could make things very|pleasant for you here, Kira.
You could start by doing|something about your breath.
I'm a patient man.
I can wait.
Wait for what? What do you think|is going to happen here, Dukat? That you're going|to wear me down with your charming personality? That I'm going|to be swept off my feet by that insincere smile? Are you really so deluded|that you actually believe that we're going to have some kind|of intimate relationship? Oh, we already do.
Good day, Major.
I have work to do.
There.
I wish I had more time to study the side effects|of wearing that headset.
At least we know one|side effect-- headaches.
Well, the headsets|were designed to be worn by the Vorta and|the Jem'Hadar, not humans.
Captain, may I make|a suggestion? Only if you talk softly.
-We saw Dukat|-Shh.
wearing one of these headsets during the attack|on Deep Space 9.
Perhaps Cardassian physiology|is more compatible.
Are you volunteering? I suppose I am.
This ship is equipped|with two of them.
If I wore one,|then you wouldn't have to.
At least, not all the time.
I agree with Garak, Captain.
The less you wear it,|the better.
Garak.
Ah, it's like having|a viewscreen inside your brain.
Sir there's a Federation ship|off our starboard bow bearing 157 mark 095.
It's the USS Centaur.
That's Charlie Reynolds' ship.
I see it.
Ah.
Cadet, open a channel|to the Centaur.
I can't.
|Our com system's down.
Perhaps we should consider|returning fire.
We can't do that.
|They're Starfleet.
Well, you tell them, not us.
We better do something.
Dax, get us|across the border, maximum warp.
I hope Charlie Reynolds|knows better than to follow us|into Dominion territory.
How long before we|cross the border? We just did.
The Centaur's still with us.
Charlie never did know|when to quit.
I hope he knows|what he's doing.
The question is:|Do we know what we're doing? Captain, that last hit damaged one of our|guidance thrusters.
Drop us out of warp.
Come about.
|Prepare to return fire.
Yes, sir.
The Centaur has dropped|out of warp.
Target their weapons array.
Avoid their engines.
I don't want to leave|Charlie out here stranded on the wrong side|of the border.
We're coming about|for another pass.
Charlie likes to swing|for the fences so stay in tight.
Attack pattern omega.
The Centaur|is going into warp.
They're heading back|to Federation space.
Yes.
Nice work, Chief.
I didn't know|I'd scored a direct hit.
Maybe you didn't.
I'm picking up three Jem'Hadar|ships headed this way.
He must have seen them.
They went right by us.
Without even bothering|to say hello.
They're too busy|chasing the Centaur.
Do you think Reynolds|will outrun them? Charlie's been|in tight spots before.
He'll make it.
I wish we could help.
We can't.
Chief, get our com system|back on line.
Return to course.
Warp seven.
Yes, sir.
You should have seen the arrogant, smug look|on his face.
He was in control.
And there was nothing|that I could do about it.
The war isn't over yet but as far as Dukat is|concerned, he's already won.
I would love to show him|that he's wrong.
Well, for the moment, at least,|I'm afraid he has won.
Look at me.
I don't know why I bother|to sit here every day.
I don't even have|a security force to patrol the Promenade.
Then ask for one.
Demand that they reinstate|your Bajoran deputies.
Dukat will never agree to that.
Forget about Dukat.
Go to Weyoun.
|He'll listen to you.
As far as he's concerned you are a God,|and that gives you power.
But what good is power|if you're not willing to use it? We pledge our loyalty|to the Founders from now until death.
Then receive this reward|from the Founders.
May it keep you strong.
You enjoy that, don't you? That constant reminder|that you're their master.
The Founders are the masters.
I am merely their servant as are the Jem'Hadar and you.
That may be but even amongst servants someone has to be|in charge, hmm? That is exactly|the kind of observation I've come to expect from you,|Dukat.
Interesting, yet somewhat petty.
Forgive the interruption,|but he insisted on seeing you immediately.
Founder, I'm honored|by your visit.
Is there some way|I can be of service? I want my Bajoran security|officers reinstated.
Consider it done.
From now on,|they'll be responsible for security on the Promenade.
I don't see|any problem with that.
I do.
This is between me and Odo.
I'll thank you|to keep out of it.
I'll have|my officers report to the armory|within the hour.
Now that I've done|something for you perhaps there's something|you'd consent to do for me.
A member of the station's|Ruling Council.
You? Along with Weyoun and Dukat.
Now, I'll have a voice|in station policy.
You sure this is a good idea? Dukat thought it|was a terrible idea.
You should have seen his face when Weyoun offered|me the position.
But don't you see|that Weyoun is using you? Your presence on the Council validates the Dominion|control of the station.
I thought we were using him.
I know the danger, Major.
I've had to, to walk|this line before during the Cardassian|occupation.
I can do it again but this time,|I won't be alone.
I'll have you to help me.
That's right, you will.
Then this is|a victory after all.
I suppose it is but for some reason|it just doesn't feel like one.
The ship ahead|just transmitted a message to the asteroid|storage facility.
They're requesting to be|resupplied with ketracel-white.
Looks like we've come|to the right place.
The ship beamed down|110 empty canisters.
Now the storage facility|is beaming up 110 full ones.
Everything ready, Chief? I've got 83 empty canisters standing by,|and one not-so-empty.
It should take care|of the entire storage facility and everything else|within 800 kilometers.
Which means we have to be The other ship is leaving orbit.
Dax.
The entire exchange|took 92.
3 seconds.
I've asked for 84 canisters|of ketracel-white.
Excellent.
They're acknowledging|my request.
Chief, set the detonator|for three minutes.
Detonator set.
Three minutes? If it takes 92.
3 seconds|to make the exchange that doesn't give us|much time, sir.
That doesn't give the|Jem'Hadar much time to detect the explosive either.
Commander, beam|down the canisters.
Canisters away.
I hope whoever's|in charge down there hasn't taken a lunch break.
The Jem'Hadar don't eat, Nog.
That's good.
How do we know|they're Jem'Hadar? Relax, Cadet.
|Everything's on schedule.
They've just beamed I've acknowledged|receipt and requested clearance|for departure.
Good.
|Prepare to go to warp.
Standing by.
Captain, I think|we have a problem.
They've just raised|the security net.
Repeat our request|for clearance.
They're not responding.
If they don't|shut down that net before the bomb goes off,|we don't have a chance.
One minute, 30 seconds|to detonation.
Do you think|they found the bomb? I doubt it, not this fast.
Then why aren't they|letting us go? That's a good question.
Captain, they're responding.
They're ordering|us to stand by.
For what? They're not saying.
One minute, 15 seconds.
Chief, can we punch a hole|in the security net? Sure, but it'll take|a couple of minutes.
We don't have|a couple of minutes.
What if we disable|the net's power generator? The explosion will do that.
Well, that won't do us|much good.
One minute.
Maybe it will.
When the generator's destroyed,|the net'll come down.
All we have to do is to time it so that we're|moving fast enough at the moment of detonation to avoid being caught|in the explosion.
But not so fast|that we smash into the net before it's deactivated.
It's tricky.
Not if we time it right.
Let's see a radial geodesic|in a 39 Cochrane warp field contracts normal space|at a rate of-- We have to go to full impulse Dax? The computer agrees with Julian.
Of course it does.
They think alike.
Turning over piloting controls|to the main computer.
Set.
Time? That's plenty of time.
See, Cadet? There was|nothing to worry about.
Must have gone off early.
Dax, get us out of here! Well, not quite|according to plan but I'm sure Starfleet|will be quite satisfied with the results.
I agree, Mr.
Garak.
Well done, old man.
How bad is it, Chief? It doesn't look good.
I'm going to have to switch|to auxiliary life support.
Deflectors are down,|guidance system's shot, and And what? The core matrix is fried.
We don't have warp drive.
Uh, forgive my ignorance,|but if we don't have warp drive how long is it going|to take us to reach the closest|Federation starbase? A long time, Mr.
Garak.
How long? give or take an hour.
It must stop.
It's going to stop.
How do we keep them out? We're going to mine|the entrance to the wormhole.
Prevent the Dominion|from bringing any more reinforcements|to Cardassia.
Either you remove the mines or we will take this station|from you and remove them ourselves.
Mr.
Worf, all weapons|fire at will.
I've been waiting|for this moment for five years.
We've lost main power|to the shields.
What are your orders, Captain? We've done all we can here.
Notify all remaining|Starfleet personnel.
We're evacuating the station.
I heard you're not|coming with us-- that you've been assigned|to Martok's ship.
It may be some time|before we see each other again.
Worf, we may never|see each other again.
Dukat wanted the station back.
He can have it.
And now, the continuation.
Cadet? Long-range scanners show|no sign of Jem'Hadar ships.
Looks like they've broken off|the pursuit.
I guess they got tired|of looking at our backs.
Three months of bloody slaughter and what have we got|to show for it? Not a damned thing.
Engage, retreat,|engage, retreat.
Just once, I would've liked to have gotten|a look at their backs.
Chief, that's enough.
Sorry, sir.
Nothing a little sleep|won't cure.
We could all use some sleep.
What has it been-- 78 hours? Shouldn't we have heard|something from the Seventh Fleet|by now? I wouldn't worry just yet.
The Tyra system|is far enough away that it'll be a day or two|before we get any message.
You think they could|stop the Dominion? Damn right they can.
Somebody has to.
Ah, there you are.
I was beginning|to give up hope, Doctor.
I would think that all|those lunches we've shared would have entitled me|to preferential treatment.
Look, I have 12 wounded officers|and crewman out there all of whom are in a lot|worse shape than you, Garak.
Well, if you're trying|to cheer me up it's working.
I feel better already.
What happened? I was studying some star charts|for Captain Sisko during the last assault,|when I had a sudden and rather violent encounter|with a bulkhead.
You'll live.
I wish I shared your confidence.
I'm sure my head will heal but the way this war is going I wouldn't bet on any of us|living to a ripe old age.
I admit the odds are not good,|but they could be worse.
Ah, let me guess.
You've used your|genetically enhanced brain to calculate|our chances for survival.
It really wasn't that difficult.
I simply started|with a binomial-- I'm really not interested,|Doctor.
Ever since it's become|public knowledge that you're|genetically engineered you've used every opportunity|to show off.
I have nothing to hide anymore.
I might as well use what I have.
Well what are our chances? Over 50 percent? I'm sorry I asked.
You're certain|about that figure? Do you want me to take you through the entire set|of calculations? Not really.
"Genetically engineered,"|indeed.
Excuse me? Well, look at you.
You act as if you haven't|a care in the world.
It's exactly that kind|of smug, superior attitude that makes people like|you so unpopular.
Are you trying to insult me? "A 32.
7 percent chance|of survival"-- I call that insulting.
Don't take it|so personally, Garak.
It's strictly a matter|of mathematics.
No.
It's strictly|a matter of our lives.
You're not genetically|engineered.
You're a Vulcan.
If I'm a Vulcan then how do you explain|my boyish smile? Not so boyish anymore, Doctor.
So where do you think Starfleet will be|sending us next? I don't know, but if I have|anything to say about the matter we'll be going right back|to the front lines.
Well said, Captain and my ship|will be at your side.
Worf! Tell her.
Tell me what? It can wait.
No! It cannot.
Raktajino.
It's been weighing heavily|on his mind.
What is it, Worf?|What's wrong? It is about our wedding.
You're getting cold feet? You have scheduled|the ritual sacrifice of the targ to occur after the wedding feast|has been served.
We haven't seen each other for five weeks and that's|the first thing you say to me? We agreed it would be|a traditional ceremony.
Okay.
Have it your way.
First, we'll shed blood,|and then we'll feast.
As it should be.
He has been unable to talk|of anything else for days.
He is such a worrier.
Take it from me, old man-- a small wedding|is the way to go.
Well, you get married|the way you want and I'll get married|the way I want.
I'll see you later, Captain.
Try not to break any bones.
Now that that's settled I'm going to take care of this.
Klingons make great warriors,|but terrible doctors.
Captain Just the man I wanted to see.
We've been ordered|to report to Starbase 375 for reassignment.
Something else, Doctor? I have news|of the Seventh Fleet.
Go on.
Only 14 ships made it back|to our lines.
Fourteen|out of 112.
We can't keep taking|these kinds of losses, sir not if we expect to win this.
Thank you, Doctor.
That will be all.
I'll take a look|at that arm now.
Permanent Documentation File,|Dukat, S.
G.
Each day brings reports|of new victories.
The war continues to go well.
The enemy is retreating.
|on almost all fronts.
It's only a matter of time|before the Federation collapses and Earth becomes|another conquered planet under Dominion rule.
All in all, it's a good time|for Cardassia.
And the Dominion.
My dear Major Kira,|you have no idea how it pleases me|to hear you say that.
Dukat,|the Major has just given me the most wonderful news.
Bajorans are returning|to the station.
I'm well aware of it.
Then I'm sure you share|my delight in knowing that life here|is returning to normal.
The shops are reopening.
The Promenade is abuzz|with activity once again.
The Habitat Ring echoes with the laughter|of happy children.
I've doubled security patrols|throughout the station.
Are such precautions|really necessary? I've found that one|can't be too careful when dealing with the Bajorans.
What's the matter, Dukat? Afraid we'll take the station|away from you again? You're welcome to try.
Come now, come now.
There's no need|for this petty bickering.
We're all friends here.
Are we? Of course we are and if you have|any suggestions, Major feel free to bring them|to me at any time.
Fine.
We'd like the station's Bajoran|security force reinstated.
I suppose you want us to give them back|their weapons as well.
That's right.
The station no longer requires|a Bajoran security force.
Our troops can handle|any problems that might arise.
The Federation and Bajor|always shared equal responsibility|for station security.
I thought you said|that we would have the same arrangement|with the Dominion.
After all we are all friends here aren't we? Perhaps you should|reconsider your decision.
The order stands.
You may trust|the Bajorans, but I don't and until they earn my trust I prefer to keep them unarmed.
And if you were in my position,|Major you would do|exactly the same thing.
Perhaps it would be best to let the matter rest|for a while.
I'm sure in time|we'll be able to resolve all these minor problems|to our mutual satisfaction.
I'll remember you said that.
I'm sure you will.
One last thing Odo.
What about him? Is he aware|that I'm doing everything I can to strengthen the bond between the Dominion|and the Bajoran people? Why don't you ask him|yourself? No, no.
I wouldn't|want to bother him.
Good day, Major.
She's a fascinating woman,|isn't she? I wouldn't know but I do know|we need her as an ally.
The Bajorans will never|be our allies.
Out.
Don't look at him.
I'm telling you to leave.
Now! I find him useful.
In the future it might be prudent|for you to include me in all decisions|regarding station policy.
Now what about the wormhole? You assured me|that you would be able to dismantle the minefield|within a month.
That was two months ago.
Well, I admit the work is proceeding|more slowly than expected but as you know,|these are not ordinary mines.
Every time we deactivate|or destroy one of them its neighbor replicates|a new one.
We have to take down|that minefield and reopen the wormhole.
And we will.
But there's no need for panic.
We are winning the war.
For the moment, yes,|but to defeat the Federation we're going to need|reinforcements and new supplies|of ketracel-white soon.
Weyoun I said I will deal|with the minefield and I will.
Hmm.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Once again, I see|you're at your usual table.
It's amazing|how many of my customers think of Quark's|as their second home.
I only wish I had a holo-imager,|so I could preserve this warm and wonderful moment|of camaraderie.
Something you could hang|on the wall of your barracks.
Have you tried the dabo tables? I'm sure one|of my lovely hostesses would be happy|to teach you the game.
I know a complimentary hour in one of our|state-of-the-art holosuites.
Whatever your desires I'm sure we can satisfy them.
Perhaps another time.
Enjoy the evening.
Tough crowd.
I'm telling you, Odo Dukat has only one thing|on his mind and that's revenge.
He can't stand the thought|that Bajor defeated Cardassia.
You think he wants|to reopen the labor camps? Oh, eventually.
Well, then, I suppose|we should be grateful that he has Weyoun|looking over his shoulder.
Maybe.
Weyoun's a hard one|to figure out.
I don't really trust him, but I trust him more than Dukat.
Weyoun knows that it's|in the Dominion's best interest to honor its treaty with Bajor.
They want to prove to the rest|of the Alpha Quadrant that they're true to their word.
Weyoun asked me about you.
He seemed very concerned|about what you thought of him.
I try not to think of him.
He'd be hurt to hear|you say that.
I'll have to mention it|to him.
I'm glad you can still smile.
Ah, only when I'm with you.
That's kind of you to say.
No, it's true.
When I talk to you,|things don't seem as bad.
When I think of Dukat|in the Captain's office or the fact that the Federation|seems to be losing this war and we're sitting here|doing nothing I share your frustration, Major,|but right now there's really nothing we can do|but bide our time.
It's like Captain Sisko said--|Bajor must be kept out of the fighting.
And who am I to argue|with the Emissary? Thanks for waiting.
Things have been|a little busier than expected.
This one's on the house.
What do you want, Quark? The usual--|peace, love and understanding.
Not to mention|a generous profit margin which, I'm happy to say,|is looking more and more likely.
You know, I never|expected to say this but as occupations go,|this one's not so bad.
No, I suppose that's true if all you're worried about|is a monthly balance sheet.
I'm not just concerned|with profit, Major.
Look around.
Do you see any ghetto fences|dividing the Promenade? Or exhausted|Bajoran slave laborers sprawled on the ground|after a grueling day in the ore-processing|center? Do you hear|the cries of starving children? I don't.
Now don't get me wrong.
I miss the Federation, too.
All I'm saying is things could be a lot worse.
I hate to say this,|but he's right.
The Dominion seems|determined to prove that it can be|a friend to Bajor.
If it's such a good friend why are there|no Bajoran security officers on the station? I'm glad you made it back|in one piece, Ben.
I was lucky.
We lost a lot of good people.
Yes, we did and we're going|to lose a lot more before this is over.
I hope you'll find|this office satisfactory.
Office? I wasn't aware|I'd be needing an office.
I thought I was here|for an assignment briefing.
I'm afraid|you're going to be here for a lot longer|than you think, Captain.
As of right now,|you're no longer in command of the Defiant.
Relieved of command? Why? Admiral Ross didn't say.
He did say we'll be getting our new assignment|at 1600 hours.
Well, at least the crew|is staying together.
We are staying together,|aren't we? You can count on it.
So what do you plan on doing|the next couple of hours? I haven't given|it much thought.
Maybe now would be|a good time to contact your father.
Maybe.
Benjamin, you haven't|spoken to him for months and Jake is his grandson.
How do I explain that I evacuated|every Federation citizen off Deep Space 9|except his grandson? You'll think of something.
You always do.
You did what? Dad, it's not quite|as bad as it sounds.
You mean, you didn't leave|my grandson at the mercy of a vicious,|bloodthirsty enemy? Well no.
I did.
Then it's certainly|just as bad as it sounds.
Dad, it was not my decision.
It was Jake's choice|to stay behind.
Oh, so now you're going|to blame this on Jake.
I'm not blaming Jake.
He's not a child anymore.
He's responsible|for his own actions.
I don't care who's responsible.
It's wrong, and I want him back.
And so do I.
Do you think he's all right? I hope so.
I'll bring him back, Dad.
I promise.
When? That I don't know.
It might be a while.
I'm about to be given new orders and I don't know|where they're going to send me.
Tell them|you want to go get your son.
It's wartime.
It's not up to me.
|I go where I'm sent.
How's the restaurant doing? All right.
It's been three weeks|since I poisoned anyone.
Are things really as bad|as the news service claims? Maybe worse.
Well, you certainly know how|to comfort a frightened old man.
You didn't raise me|to be a liar.
I raised you to be a chef,|for all the good it did me.
You know, there's something|I just don't understand.
You're always telling me|that space is big that it's an endless frontier|filled with infinite wonders.
It's true.
Well, if that's the case you would think it would be more than enough room to allow people|to leave each other alone.
It just doesn't work that way.
It should, but it doesn't.
I better be going.
The lunch crowd's coming in.
You watch yourself, Ben and bring me back my grandson.
I will.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Hello.
Excuse me, Mr.
Weyoun.
Oh please.
Uh, I prefer just, uh Weyoun.
That's the kind of detail|people like to know.
Ah, would this be a good time? For what? For the interview|we talked about-- you know, for the|Federation News Service.
Oh, ho, I'm afraid that|will be quite impossible.
Why? Because I've read|your previous articles and they left me with|one inescapable conclusion-- you are biased|against the Dominion.
What-what gave you that idea? You keep referring to us as the station's|"occupying force.
" What's wrong with that? It has a negative connotation.
All your articles are filled|with pejorative terminology which is why I've been forced|to withhold their transmission.
Are you telling me that no one from the Federation|read my reports? If I don't send them,|they don't read them.
What about freedom of the press? Please tell me|you're not that naive.
The only reason I stayed here|was to report on the occupation.
You see, there you go again.
This is not an occupation.
This is a Cardassian|station, Jake and I'm sure you're aware there are no Dominion troops|on Bajor.
Why should there be? We have a treaty with them.
They're our friends.
All right.
|I'm sorry.
I didn't mean anything by it.
If you want me to send your articles|to the Federation you're going to have to provide|a more balanced perspective.
I won't write|Dominion propaganda.
I would never dream|of asking you to.
All I want is for you|to keep an open mind.
All right.
|My mind is open.
Now can we do the interview? All in good time.
You keep writing.
|I'll keep reading.
Let's leave it at that for now.
Good day, Jake.
Starfleet Intelligence|has discovered what we believe to be|their main storage facility for ketracel-white|in the Alpha Quadrant-- right here,|deep in Cardassian space.
We need to destroy it.
Without the white|to sustain them the Jem'Hadar|won't be able to function.
Without the white,|the Jem'Hadar will die.
I won't shed any tears not if it|helps end this war.
It may be our only way to end|this war, short of surrendering.
How do you expect us to|infiltrate Cardassian territory without the Defiant|and its cloaking abilities? I was wondering the same thing.
You won't need|a cloaking device.
We have something even better.
A Jem'Hadar attack ship.
It's the one you captured|last year, Captain.
Now you get a chance|to see what it can do.
Do you even know|how to fly that thing? Not yet, but I intend to learn.
Guidance matrix, check.
Aft parabolic thrusters, check.
Sensor feed, check.
Chief.
Reactor core, check.
Induction stabilizers, check.
Phaser coils, check.
Nog.
Resonance emitters, check.
Subspace field grid, check.
Signal subprocessors, check.
I think.
You think? We've been training|on this ship for two weeks now.
I would like to put a Jem'Hadar|soldier on the Defiant and see how well he does|after two weeks.
These controls|are very different.
They take time to get used to.
We don't have any more time.
We're about to take this ship|into enemy territory.
We don't want any slip-ups.
I don't intend|to make any, Chief.
Good.
I still don't see|why we couldn't install a few chairs on the Bridge.
Because this ship|wasn't designed for chairs.
Well, my feet aren't designed to stand|for long periods of time.
They get tired.
Maybe we should|leave you behind.
My feet might like that,|but I wouldn't.
It's not your feet|you need to worry about.
It's your stomach.
Have you noticed? There isn't|a single food replicator anywhere on this ship.
That shouldn't be a problem.
Captain Sisko says|there'll be plenty of field rations.
Trying eating field rations|for three weeks and then tell me|it isn't a problem.
You know what is a problem? No viewscreen.
Who builds a Bridge|without a window? The same people who build a ship|without an Infirmary.
Here's a list of all the medical|supplies I brought on board.
They're in my quarters,|for want of a better space.
Well, don't worry.
We'll try not to have|any medical emergencies while you're sleeping.
I'm so glad that you find the lack of proper|medical facilities amusing but if trouble breaks out it's not a viewscreen|or a chair or even a sandwich you'll be wanting.
It's a bio-bed with a surgical|tissue regenerator.
Maybe, but right now I would settle|for a viewscreen.
Or a chair.
Or a sandwich.
All right, people,|prepare for departure.
All systems ready, sir.
Garak, come to see us off? Uh, not quite.
I invited Mr.
Garak|to join us.
Considering we're heading|into Cardassian territory I thought|he might prove useful.
Well, it's been|known to happen.
Pull up a chair.
We're cleared for departure,|sir.
Take us out, old man.
Aye, Captain.
Aft thrusters at one-half.
Bring us about.
Just wanted|to make sure everyone was awake.
We are now.
Just take it nice and easy,|all right? I can try.
Set a course for the Cardassian border,|heading 054 mark 093.
Warp six.
Yes, sir.
Come in.
You wanted to see me? I always want to see you, Major and therein lies the problem.
It's been three months|since my return to this station and you and I have barely spent|any time with one another.
Oh, I know you could point out the various meetings|we've attended together but they never seem|to offer us the opportunity to venture|beyond station business.
I don't have time for this.
Major! I haven't dismissed you yet.
What do you want from me, Dukat? Come now, Major.
Have the last three months|been that bad? Is that what you want? Is that why I'm here? To flatter you? To tell you what a good job|you've done and how happy we all are|to have you back? Sarcasm doesn't become you,|Major.
It's your directness that I've always found|most appealing.
Dukat, I got better things|to do than to stand around|and help you play out one of your little fantasies.
You feel I've betrayed you.
Not just me.
Everyone.
Even your own people.
Cardassia was on the edge|of an abyss, Major.
The war with the Klingons|left us a third-rate power.
My people had lost their way.
I've made them strong again.
At what price? You sold Cardassia|to the Dominion.
Yes-- a high price, to be sure but look what we're getting|in return.
The Alpha Quadrant itself.
We'll see about that.
Yes, we will.
Oh I could make things very|pleasant for you here, Kira.
You could start by doing|something about your breath.
I'm a patient man.
I can wait.
Wait for what? What do you think|is going to happen here, Dukat? That you're going|to wear me down with your charming personality? That I'm going|to be swept off my feet by that insincere smile? Are you really so deluded|that you actually believe that we're going to have some kind|of intimate relationship? Oh, we already do.
Good day, Major.
I have work to do.
There.
I wish I had more time to study the side effects|of wearing that headset.
At least we know one|side effect-- headaches.
Well, the headsets|were designed to be worn by the Vorta and|the Jem'Hadar, not humans.
Captain, may I make|a suggestion? Only if you talk softly.
-We saw Dukat|-Shh.
wearing one of these headsets during the attack|on Deep Space 9.
Perhaps Cardassian physiology|is more compatible.
Are you volunteering? I suppose I am.
This ship is equipped|with two of them.
If I wore one,|then you wouldn't have to.
At least, not all the time.
I agree with Garak, Captain.
The less you wear it,|the better.
Garak.
Ah, it's like having|a viewscreen inside your brain.
Sir there's a Federation ship|off our starboard bow bearing 157 mark 095.
It's the USS Centaur.
That's Charlie Reynolds' ship.
I see it.
Ah.
Cadet, open a channel|to the Centaur.
I can't.
|Our com system's down.
Perhaps we should consider|returning fire.
We can't do that.
|They're Starfleet.
Well, you tell them, not us.
We better do something.
Dax, get us|across the border, maximum warp.
I hope Charlie Reynolds|knows better than to follow us|into Dominion territory.
How long before we|cross the border? We just did.
The Centaur's still with us.
Charlie never did know|when to quit.
I hope he knows|what he's doing.
The question is:|Do we know what we're doing? Captain, that last hit damaged one of our|guidance thrusters.
Drop us out of warp.
Come about.
|Prepare to return fire.
Yes, sir.
The Centaur has dropped|out of warp.
Target their weapons array.
Avoid their engines.
I don't want to leave|Charlie out here stranded on the wrong side|of the border.
We're coming about|for another pass.
Charlie likes to swing|for the fences so stay in tight.
Attack pattern omega.
The Centaur|is going into warp.
They're heading back|to Federation space.
Yes.
Nice work, Chief.
I didn't know|I'd scored a direct hit.
Maybe you didn't.
I'm picking up three Jem'Hadar|ships headed this way.
He must have seen them.
They went right by us.
Without even bothering|to say hello.
They're too busy|chasing the Centaur.
Do you think Reynolds|will outrun them? Charlie's been|in tight spots before.
He'll make it.
I wish we could help.
We can't.
Chief, get our com system|back on line.
Return to course.
Warp seven.
Yes, sir.
You should have seen the arrogant, smug look|on his face.
He was in control.
And there was nothing|that I could do about it.
The war isn't over yet but as far as Dukat is|concerned, he's already won.
I would love to show him|that he's wrong.
Well, for the moment, at least,|I'm afraid he has won.
Look at me.
I don't know why I bother|to sit here every day.
I don't even have|a security force to patrol the Promenade.
Then ask for one.
Demand that they reinstate|your Bajoran deputies.
Dukat will never agree to that.
Forget about Dukat.
Go to Weyoun.
|He'll listen to you.
As far as he's concerned you are a God,|and that gives you power.
But what good is power|if you're not willing to use it? We pledge our loyalty|to the Founders from now until death.
Then receive this reward|from the Founders.
May it keep you strong.
You enjoy that, don't you? That constant reminder|that you're their master.
The Founders are the masters.
I am merely their servant as are the Jem'Hadar and you.
That may be but even amongst servants someone has to be|in charge, hmm? That is exactly|the kind of observation I've come to expect from you,|Dukat.
Interesting, yet somewhat petty.
Forgive the interruption,|but he insisted on seeing you immediately.
Founder, I'm honored|by your visit.
Is there some way|I can be of service? I want my Bajoran security|officers reinstated.
Consider it done.
From now on,|they'll be responsible for security on the Promenade.
I don't see|any problem with that.
I do.
This is between me and Odo.
I'll thank you|to keep out of it.
I'll have|my officers report to the armory|within the hour.
Now that I've done|something for you perhaps there's something|you'd consent to do for me.
A member of the station's|Ruling Council.
You? Along with Weyoun and Dukat.
Now, I'll have a voice|in station policy.
You sure this is a good idea? Dukat thought it|was a terrible idea.
You should have seen his face when Weyoun offered|me the position.
But don't you see|that Weyoun is using you? Your presence on the Council validates the Dominion|control of the station.
I thought we were using him.
I know the danger, Major.
I've had to, to walk|this line before during the Cardassian|occupation.
I can do it again but this time,|I won't be alone.
I'll have you to help me.
That's right, you will.
Then this is|a victory after all.
I suppose it is but for some reason|it just doesn't feel like one.
The ship ahead|just transmitted a message to the asteroid|storage facility.
They're requesting to be|resupplied with ketracel-white.
Looks like we've come|to the right place.
The ship beamed down|110 empty canisters.
Now the storage facility|is beaming up 110 full ones.
Everything ready, Chief? I've got 83 empty canisters standing by,|and one not-so-empty.
It should take care|of the entire storage facility and everything else|within 800 kilometers.
Which means we have to be The other ship is leaving orbit.
Dax.
The entire exchange|took 92.
3 seconds.
I've asked for 84 canisters|of ketracel-white.
Excellent.
They're acknowledging|my request.
Chief, set the detonator|for three minutes.
Detonator set.
Three minutes? If it takes 92.
3 seconds|to make the exchange that doesn't give us|much time, sir.
That doesn't give the|Jem'Hadar much time to detect the explosive either.
Commander, beam|down the canisters.
Canisters away.
I hope whoever's|in charge down there hasn't taken a lunch break.
The Jem'Hadar don't eat, Nog.
That's good.
How do we know|they're Jem'Hadar? Relax, Cadet.
|Everything's on schedule.
They've just beamed I've acknowledged|receipt and requested clearance|for departure.
Good.
|Prepare to go to warp.
Standing by.
Captain, I think|we have a problem.
They've just raised|the security net.
Repeat our request|for clearance.
They're not responding.
If they don't|shut down that net before the bomb goes off,|we don't have a chance.
One minute, 30 seconds|to detonation.
Do you think|they found the bomb? I doubt it, not this fast.
Then why aren't they|letting us go? That's a good question.
Captain, they're responding.
They're ordering|us to stand by.
For what? They're not saying.
One minute, 15 seconds.
Chief, can we punch a hole|in the security net? Sure, but it'll take|a couple of minutes.
We don't have|a couple of minutes.
What if we disable|the net's power generator? The explosion will do that.
Well, that won't do us|much good.
One minute.
Maybe it will.
When the generator's destroyed,|the net'll come down.
All we have to do is to time it so that we're|moving fast enough at the moment of detonation to avoid being caught|in the explosion.
But not so fast|that we smash into the net before it's deactivated.
It's tricky.
Not if we time it right.
Let's see a radial geodesic|in a 39 Cochrane warp field contracts normal space|at a rate of-- We have to go to full impulse Dax? The computer agrees with Julian.
Of course it does.
They think alike.
Turning over piloting controls|to the main computer.
Set.
Time? That's plenty of time.
See, Cadet? There was|nothing to worry about.
Must have gone off early.
Dax, get us out of here! Well, not quite|according to plan but I'm sure Starfleet|will be quite satisfied with the results.
I agree, Mr.
Garak.
Well done, old man.
How bad is it, Chief? It doesn't look good.
I'm going to have to switch|to auxiliary life support.
Deflectors are down,|guidance system's shot, and And what? The core matrix is fried.
We don't have warp drive.
Uh, forgive my ignorance,|but if we don't have warp drive how long is it going|to take us to reach the closest|Federation starbase? A long time, Mr.
Garak.
How long? give or take an hour.