(Worf is comparing a customer file 4747 on his PADD
- a wanted notice.)
QUARK: That is the worst mugshot I've ever seen. I've never understood
why law enforcement agencies don't keep better visual records. You'd
think they'd be concerned about little things like making an accurate
WORF: This picture is accurate enough to establish that your customer
is Regana Tosh, who is known to be associated with a Markalian
QUARK: Really? Well, everyone is welcome at Quark's. I don't
discriminate. Just like Starfleet. They have a non-discrimination
policy too, don't they, Commander? I guess we have something in common.
KIRA: You have more in common with a Rakonian swamp rat, Quark.
QUARK: Major. Always a delight to see you here. What can I get for you?
KIRA: Tarkalean tea. But not too sweet this time. Catching up on some
WORF: Not exactly. That man arrived on the station this afternoon and
came directly here. I believe the Ferengi bartender is plotting
something with him.
KIRA: I wouldn't be surprised. Quark's always up to something.
WORF: If he is a known criminal, why does your security chief not do
anything about him?
KIRA: Odo keeps him in check.
WORF: Yes. But not in prison.
Medical Officer's log, stardate 49066.5 Chief
O'Brien and I have concluded our bio-survey of Merik Three in the Gamma
Quadrant. We're on course back to the wormhole and should arrive at the
station two days ahead of schedule.
O'BRIEN: Keiko only spends a few days at a time on
the station. I'm the one living in those quarters, and if I want to set
up a little workshop in the bedroom
BASHIR: You set up a workshop in the bedroom?
O'BRIEN: Yeah. I don't use it when she's visiting.
BASHIR: Of course not.
O'BRIEN She says I'm trying to live like a bachelor again, that I'm
expressing a subconscious desire to push her out of our quarters.
BASHIR: Now that is ridiculous.
O'BRIEN: That's what I said.
BASHIR: I mean, if anything, by spending your free time in the bedroom,
a place you intimately associate with Keiko, you are actually
expressing a desire to be closer to her during her absence. It's quite
O'BRIEN: Exactly. Exactly. See, you understand. Now, why can't she see
that? Why can't she be more like
BASHIR: More like?
O'BRIEN: Well, a man. More like a man.
BASHIR: So you wish Keiko was a man?
O'BRIEN: I wish I was on this trip with someone else, that's what I
O'BRIEN: We're picking up a subspace magneton pulse, bearing zero nine
zero mark one one five. The Bopak system.
BASHIR: What's a magneton pulse?
O'BRIEN: It's a burst of polarised magnetic energy. It's usually
produced by a damaged warp core.
BASHIR: So there could be a ship in trouble?
O'BRIEN: Possibly. Let's take a look.
(At the planet)
O'BRIEN: I'm having trouble pinpointing the source of the plasma surge.
Too much EM interference in the atmosphere. But it's definitely down
BASHIR: According to our records, Bopak Three is uninhabited. The
nearest Dominion outpost is six weeks away and this system is well off
the established trade routes in the Gamma Quadrant.
O'BRIEN: Strange place for a ship to set down even if it was having
engine trouble. Of course it could be an anomalous reading, but I'd
feel a lot better if we could. Hold on. There's some kind of energy
(Bang, red alert)
BASHIR: What the hell?
O'BRIEN: We've been hit by a plasma field. We're losing main power.
Switching to auxiliary units. The field's draining our power. I can't
BASHIR: We're losing altitude.
O'BRIEN: Send out a distress call. I'll try and get us down in one
BASHIR: And the comm. system's jammed.
O'BRIEN: I'm reading a clearing up ahead. I think we can make it. Hold
(They career through the tree tops and make it down safely)
(It's lush and gloomy, with insect sounds.)
BASHIR: What a lovely place. Smells like a garbage dump.
O'BRIEN: I'm sorry I couldn't find a nicer place to crash-land. Should
we try again?
(Six Jem'Hadar shimmer into view)
GORAN'AGAR: Do not move. You are prisoners of the Jem'Hadar.
(After the opening titles.)
GORAN'AGAR: Are there other Starfleet ships with you? Tell me.
BASHIR: There are no other ships with us. But if we don't return,
Starfleet will begin looking for us.
GORAN'AGAR: You're lying.
ARAK'TARAL: No other crew. Standard Danube-class runabout. Some
modification to the phaser array and shield generators.
GORAN'AGAR: Why were you in this star system?
BASHIR: We picked up a magneton pulse. We thought there might be a ship
in trouble, so we altered our course to
GORAN'AGAR: Return to the ship. Put a damping field on our warp engine.
Human. Gold uniform indicates specialty in Security or Engineering.
Rank, chief petty officer. You are what Starfleet refers to as a
O'BRIEN: That's right.
GORAN'AGAR: You must have a great deal of experience.
O'BRIEN: I've been around.
GORAN'AGAR: That makes you a priority target. We will kill you first.
Human, rank of lieutenant with a specialty in the sciences.
BASHIR: Doctor, actually.
ARAK'TARAL: Science and medical officers are low priority targets. I
submit we execute this one and use the other in a tactical exercise.
GORAN'AGAR: No. Bring them both back to camp.
WORF: We cannot allow him to continue these
ODO: I am fully aware of Quark's activities and I'm conducting a
thorough investigation of his connection with the smuggler. If you'll
excuse me, Captain.
SISKO: Of course.
SISKO: I know Odo may do things a little differently than you're used
to, but he really is very good at his job.
WORF: I'm not questioning his competence.
SISKO: How many years were you in security, Commander?
SISKO: Must be a hard habit to break.
WORF: I have remained vigilant.
SISKO: And I do encourage vigilance in my officers. But remember, Odo
is chief of security on this station, and you're the strategic
operations officer. Your primary duty is to coordinate all Starfleet
activity in this sector, not to catch smugglers.
WORF: Understood. I will not let this matter interfere with my duties.
SISKO: Very well. Dismissed.
(Bashir and O'Brien are in one of those cylindrical
BASHIR: Does he look nervous to you?
O'BRIEN: A bit distracted, yeah.
BASHIR: And at the runabout, they seemed concerned about being found
here. Something's going on.
O'BRIEN: I'd hate to think what would make the Jem'Hadar jumpy.
BASHIR: They need a doctor. Someone's injured, or sick.
O'BRIEN: If that's true, Julian, don't help them. Anything that weakens
them increases our chances of getting out of here.
(Goran'Agar enters and turns off the forcefield.)
GORAN'AGAR: Come with me. He stays.
(Outside in the daylight, Bashir is taken to a
bamboo and palm leaf canopy over a metal grid floor and some pieces of
GORAN'AGAR: You will work here.
BASHIR: Where are the patients?
GORAN'AGAR: There are no patients. You are here to carry out scientific
research for us. If you refuse, I will have to kill you. Do you
BASHIR: And you need to understand that I'm a Starfleet officer, and I
won't do any work for you that might potentially be used against the
Federation or any other race for that matter. Now, if that's what you
want, you'll have to kill me.
GORAN'AGAR: Fortunately for you, weapons research is not what I need.
There is a drug that all Jem'Hadar must have in order to live. We call
BASHIR: An isogenic enzyme.
GORAN'AGAR: You know about it?
BASHIR: I know that the Jem'Hadar have been genetically engineered by
the Dominion to be addicted to what you call ketracel-white. And that
by controlling the supply of the drug, the Founders maintain control
GORAN'AGAR: The Vorta. They are the ones who control the drug. They are
the ones we came here to escape.
BASHIR: Escape? You're trying to leave the Dominion?
GORAN'AGAR: Yes. You disapprove.
BASHIR: No, I, I'm just surprised.
GORAN'AGAR: Surprised because a Jem'Hadar soldier might want something
more than the life of a slave? You know nothing about the Jem'Hadar
except that you fear us. But you will make our final escape from the
Dominion possible. We have only enough white to last another five days.
BASHIR: And you want me to try and synthesise the drug?
GORAN'AGAR: No. We do not want more of the drug. We want to be free of
it. To break the addiction.
BASHIR: I'm not sure that that's possible.
GORAN'AGAR: It is possible. I know because I am free of the drug.
(Goran'Agar pulls down the roll neck of his uniform to reveal no tube
going into his neck.)
BASHIR: No supply tube. I don't understand. Your entire genetic
structure was designed to collapse without the ketracel. Why did you
stop taking the drug?
GORAN'AGAR: It was not by choice. Three years ago, I was on a ship that
crashed on this world. The rest of the crew died and I was left with
only enough white to sustain me for three days. I rationed my supply
and managed to stretch out the drug for eight days, and then it was
gone, and I was ready to die. But death never came. I lived here for
thirty five days without a single drop of White. Being here, on this
planet, cured me.
BASHIR: And that's why you returned here. To cure the rest of your men
as well. But it hasn't worked, has it? They still need the drug.
GORAN'AGAR: We have come to the same place, breathed the same air,
eaten the same food. It should have cured them as well.
BASHIR: That may be over simplifying the situation. There may be many
GORAN'AGAR: I want you to see this.
(The four soldiers are lined up, twitching.)
ARAK'TARAL: Take the pain. Show Goran'Agar we're still Jem'Hadar.
(Goran'Agar prods one soldier, who winces in pain.)
GORAN'AGAR: You did not fall. Feel pride in that. As a Federation
Doctor, I know you are trained to feel sympathy and compassion for
those in pain. These men are suffering now, but it is nothing compared
to what will happen if they are not freed from the drug before our
supply runs out.
BASHIR: I can't promise anything.
GORAN'AGAR: Will you try?
BASHIR: I'll need Chief O'Brien's help. Yes, I'll try. Now give those
men what they need, please.
(Vials are handed out and slotted into the uniforms. White runs up the
tubes to their necks. It reminds me of Blakes 7 mutoid soldiers.)
GORAN'AGAR: I've told them we have enough white to last twenty seven
days. That is a lie. There's only enough to last five days. You have
that long, Doctor. After that they will die, but not before they kill
me for betraying them and you for not saving them.
DAX: The Klingons have also attacked three more
outposts along the Romulan border. In short, they're reasserting
themselves all over the quadrant.
KIRA: You'd think they'd be a little less aggressive after failing to
WORF: If the invasion was seen as a failure, Gowron would have been
assassinated by now. He simply declared victory and returned home.
SISKO: Now he's looking for his next victory.
ODO: Bajoran Intelligence believes the Klingons are searching for
weaknesses in the star systems along their borders.
KIRA: And when they find an appropriately weak system, they invade.
It's the same old story. The strong survive and the weak perish.
SISKO: We'll save that particular debate for another time. I want a
complete briefing every day about the Klingon situation. Dismissed.
(Kira, Sisko and Dax leave.)
WORF: May I speak with you for a moment?
ODO: I assume this is about Quark.
WORF: He has made arrangements to acquire a type four Tallonian
ODO: Has he?
WORF: The type four is primarily used to determine the purity of
ODO: Which are illegal anywhere but on the Tallonian homeworld.
Interesting. I appreciate you bringing me this information, Commander.
WORF: I expect him to be meeting with the smuggler again this evening.
ODO: That would seem likely.
WORF: Then you will arrest him when
ODO: Thank you, Mister Worf. Rest assured I'll take care of this
(It is evening now. Bashir has rock samples on a
table. A guard walks by.)
BASHIR: How long until that scanner's ready, Chief?
O'BRIEN: About thirty minutes. I'm having trouble with the transtater
interface. Maybe you should take a look, sir.
(Bashir goes over to O'Brien.)
O'BRIEN: (sotto) The plasma charge should have an effective range of
about fifteen metres.
BASHIR: (sotto) That's pretty close.
O'BRIEN: (sotto) Well, it's enough to take care of the guard. Once he's
down, I'll get his weapon and we run like hell for the runabout.
BASHIR: Good work, Chief. Keep this up. You may make a fine officer
O'BRIEN: Thank you Lieutenant. Coming from you that means a lot to me.
BASHIR: I know. Carry on.
GORAN'AGAR: What have you found?
BASHIR: Well, so far, nothing I've tested matches the molecular
structure of the enzyme receptors in your bodies. But I did find
something promising in one of the native plants here. Take a look at
this. As you can see, there is a high content of chlorophyll in these
plants, which you wouldn't expect on a planet orbiting a red giant.
GORAN'AGAR: When will you have the cure?
BASHIR: I'm not really sure, yet.
GORAN'AGAR: (sotto) Three days left, Doctor.
ARAK'TARAL: What is this?
O'BRIEN: That is something I put together to enhance the resolution on
(Arak'Taral flips the switch. A burst of energy hits Meso'Clan.
Arak'Taral grabs O'Brien by the throat and throws him onto a table.
Goran'Agar puts his weapon to Bashir's head.)
GORAN'AGAR: Stay where you are. Release him. I said release him. Let
him go. You know the penalty for disobedience.
(Arak'Taral stops strangling O'Brien.)
BASHIR: You have a bruised trachea but there's no permanent damage.
GORAN'AGAR: Return him to the holding cell.
(Arak'Taral leads O'Brien away.)
TEMO'ZUMA: He cannot stand.
GORAN'AGAR: Heal his wound.
BASHIR: It missed the femoral artery but the knee joint's been
destroyed. I can give you something for the pain, but I'll need a
surgical unit to replace this joint. He'll have to stay off this leg
until you can get him to a medical facility.
MESO'CLAN: If I cannot stand, I am useless.
BASHIR: You are not going to kill him.
TEMO'ZUMA: This has nothing to do with you, human.
MESO'CLAN: When I am dead, there'll be more white for the rest of the
GORAN'AGAR: No. Take him back to the ship.
MESO'CLAN: You know the rule. If the death of one will make the rest
stronger, then he dies.
GORAN'AGAR: We came here to be free of the Vorta. It is time to stop
living by their rules. Get back to work.
(It is after closing time. Worf breaks into Quark's
top floor and watches Quark clearing up. Later, Quark is sitting and
stretching and waiting. There is a knock on the main door. Quark lets
QUARK: Come in. Do you have it?
(Quark examines the contents of a small pouch with an eye piece. Worf
WORF: You are supposed to be watching the Ferengi.
ODO: I don't need you to tell me what I'm supposed to be doing.
WORF: I saw him inspecting the crystals. You had an opportunity to
ODO: I perform my duties as I see fit.
WORF: You do not seem to be performing them at all.
ODO: Frankly, Commander, I'm not interested in your opinion of my job
performance. Now I suggest you attend to your own duties and stop
interfering in mine.
(Daylight. Bashir is giving Goran'Agar a full
BASHIR: Remarkable. Your body is producing the exact amount of
ketracel-white you need to survive. But I can't find where it's coming
from. There don't appear to be any glands or cell clusters producing
the enzyme. Mind you, your entire metabolism defies belief. The growth
rate of the Jem'Hadar children is extraordinary.
GORAN'AGAR: You have seen our children?
BASHIR: We found a newborn on the station once. He was fully grown in
GORAN'AGAR: I would have like to have seen a group of humans try to
control a Jem'Hadar child.
BASHIR: We couldn't. All he wanted to do was fight and kill. If it
weren't for Odo, I don't know what we would've done.
GORAN'AGAR: Odo is the Founder on your space station?
BASHIR: That's right.
GORAN'AGAR: I have never seen a Founder.
GORAN'AGAR: To us, they are almost a myth. But everyone in the
Dominion, even the Vorta, serve the Founders. I have fought against
races that believe in mythical beings who guide their destinies and
await them after death. They call them gods. The Founders are like gods
to the Jem'Hadar, but our gods never talk to us and they don't wait for
us after death. They only want us to fight for them and to die for
(Back inside the forcefield)
BASHIR: He's beginning to question everything he's been taught. Blind
obedience to the Founders, killing without remorse and the devaluation
of other sentient lifeforms. He's developing his own moral structure.
O'BRIEN: Or maybe that's what he wants you to believe. Think about it,
Julian. What did he say to you? Federation doctors are trained to feel
compassion and sympathy. He's manipulating you. He wants you to work
hard and stop trying to escape.
BASHIR: What about saving the life of the wounded Jem'Hadar? I saw the
look on their faces. They were shocked at his behaviour. I'm telling
you, he's changing.
O'BRIEN: All right. Let's say you're right and he's turning into a nice
guy. What are you getting at?
BASHIR: I think we should cooperate with him, help him in what he's
BASHIR: What makes Goran'Agar different from the others? He's not
addicted to the drug. Now if we can get the other Jem'Hadar soldiers
off the drug, they may go through a similar change. And with the
Jem'Hadar soldiers thinking for themselves, the Founders may suddenly
find themselves without an army to give orders to.
O'BRIEN: You're just guessing. You don't know how the other Jem'Hadar
will react when they're off the drug. They may go marauding through the
galaxy on their own. At least now the Dominion keeps them on a short
BASHIR: They're not animals. They're people being used as slaves. And
this is their one chance at freedom.
O'BRIEN: And what are they going to do with that freedom? Stop being so
naive, Julian, and look at them for what they are. They're killers.
That's all they know how to do. That's all they want to do.
BASHIR: But they have the potential to be so much more. Goran'Agar has
shown them that. They just need our help.
O'BRIEN: Well then they should have asked for our help instead of
shooting us down and threatening to kill us.
BASHIR: But they didn't know why we were coming. They probably thought
we were trying to attack.
O'BRIEN: I can't believe you're making excuses for them.
BASHIR: I'm trying to make you understand there are larger issues here.
We're dealing with a complex situation.
O'BRIEN: No, it is not complex. It is simple. Those men out there are
Dominion soldiers. We help them, we may end up unleashing the Jem'Hadar
against the Federation, and that is a risk I am not willing to take. So
we do not help them and that's the end of it!
BASHIR: No, that is not the end of it. I am the senior officer here and
I have decided what we're going to do. Now, I need the bio-spectral
phase discriminator from the runabout's sensor array. I haven't got the
technical skills to remove it, so I'm ordering you to do it. Now is
O'BRIEN: Yes, sir.
(O'Brien is working in a cavity below the
ARAK'TARAL: How long will this take?
O'BRIEN: A few minutes.
ARAK'TARAL: Your escape plan was flawed.
O'BRIEN: Obviously. I got caught.
ARAK'TARAL: Even if you had killed the guard, you never would have
reached the runabout.
O'BRIEN: I guess we'll never know that.
ARAK'TARAL: I know.
O'BRIEN: I'm sure you do.
ARAK'TARAL: You're not like the other human.
O'BRIEN: We have our differences.
ARAK'TARAL: You don't like helping us.
(A little sign lights up in the cavity - transporter power on line.)
O'BRIEN: No, I don't.
ARAK'TARAL: Good. I don't like it either.
O'BRIEN: Well I'm glad we understand each other.
(O'Brien pulls a cylinder from the cavity.)
ARAK'TARAL: Slowly. Now put it down.
(Arak'Taral bends down to check the cylinder and O'Brien jams a power
cable into the cylinder's former connection. Bang! Arak'Taral turns
round and O'Brien beams out. A weapons shot scorches the bulkhead.)
(O'Brien uses his tricorder and runs off.)
(Late evening or night.)
BASHIR: Nothing. I can find nothing in the atmosphere, the soil, the
water, the plant or the animal life that is remotely compatible to your
cellular structure or your DNA. Maybe you were exposed to some
anomalous conditions four years ago that no longer exist. A magnetic
storm, solar radiation, volcanic gases.
GORAN'AGAR: No. Everything is as it was four years ago. The planet is
the same. The conditions are the same. The answer must be here. There
is no other explanation for what happened to me.
BASHIR: Maybe there is an explanation. Maybe nothing happened to you on
this planet. Maybe you were never addicted to this drug at all?
GORAN'AGAR: But I took white all my life.
BASHIR: But maybe you didn't need it. It's possible that your DNA
structure underwent a random mutation that
ARAK'TARAL: He's escaped.
ARAK'TARAL: Using their ship's transporter. They planned this together.
GORAN'AGAR: Do you know where O'Brien is?
GORAN'AGAR: Deploy the men in a standard
ARAK'TARAL: He's lying. He's been lying for days. There is no cure
here. Even if there was, he wouldn't give it to you.
GORAN'AGAR: There is a cure. I am the proof. Now, deploy the men in a
standard search pattern. Find O'Brien and return him to the holding
GORAN'AGAR: Are you questioning me?
ARAK'TARAL: I knew you once. Trusted you. Obeyed you without question.
But now you're like this human, weak, soft, inferior. If being free of
white means becoming like you, I don't want to be cured.
BASHIR: What'll happen to O'Brien?
GORAN'AGAR: There is nothing we can do for him. My men will no longer
BASHIR: You have to find him first and keep him alive until I can find
GORAN'AGAR: If I go, there will be no one here to guard you.
BASHIR: I will not try to escape. I give you my word.
GORAN'AGAR: I will do what I can.
(Another after hours meeting with Tosh.)
QUARK: I've been saving this for a special occasion. Tonight certainly
qualifies. How did you manage to get these out of the Tallonian system?
TOSH: I have my resources.
(Quark scans the huge gemstone.)
QUARK: A hundred percent pure.
TOSH: Well worth twice the price I'm asking.
QUARK: I don't know if I'd go that far.
(Quark puts a bag of latinum on the table. Then Worf walks in on them.)
WORF: Trafficking in illegal merchandise is a felony under Federation
QUARK: What's he doing here?
(Worf drops the bag as it morphs into Odo.)
ODO: A very good question.
WORF: I was just about to arrest these criminals.
ODO: I should arrest you for interfering in my investigation.
TOSH: Will someone tell me what is going on here?
WORF: Odo, why did you not tell me what you were doing?
ODO: I don't report to you, Commander. And I don't spread the word when
I'm conducting an undercover investigation. I also thought that your
surveillance would make the setup more convincing. I'm not interested
in this man. He was supposed to complete the transaction and take the
latinum back to his ship, so that I could infiltrate the entire
Markalian smuggling operation. Now I suppose I'll have to settle for
QUARK: If you gentlemen are finished with this little fiasco, I'd like
to tidy up.
(Quark gives Odo gem stone and walks away.)
ODO: On your feet. Let's go.
(O'Brien does something clever with his tricorder
by a tree then covers it with leaves and hides from the search party.)
TEMO'ZUMA: I've lost his signal.
ARAK'TARAL: Spread out.
(One kills the tricorder and get thumped by a branch which flies out at
(Bashir is doing an experiment when O'Brien bursts
O'BRIEN: Where's the guard?
BASHIR: Everyone's out looking for you.
O'BRIEN: Good. Anything else around we can use as a weapon? No? Let's
get moving. It's only three hundred metres to the runabout, but those
guys move fast.
BASHIR: Chief, I'm not going.
O'BRIEN: What the hell do you mean, you're not going?
BASHIR: I'm onto something here, Chief. With a little more time, I
O'BRIEN: I don't care what you think. This is our one chance to get out
of here and we've got to take it.
BASHIR: It's also our one chance to break their addiction.
O'BRIEN: Julian, even if you find a cure, they're going to kill you
BASHIR: That's not true, Goran'Agar
O'BRIEN: Forget about him. What about all the others? They're still a
bunch of bloodthirsty
BASHIR: Look, we haven't got enough time to argue about this. If you
want to go, go.
O'BRIEN: All right. I will. But you're coming with me.
(O'Brien destroys the equipment.)
O'BRIEN: There. You can bring me up on charges when we get back, but
there's nothing to keep you here now. So let's get going.
(Goran'Agar shimmers in and knocks O'Brien down.)
GORAN'AGAR: You did this?
O'BRIEN: Yes, I did.
GORAN'AGAR: Move. Both of you.
BASHIR: This won't
GORAN'AGAR: No discussion. Move.
BASHIR: There still might be a way. If I had
another sample of your blood.
GORAN'AGAR: There is no more time. The supply of white will run out
(They arrive at the runabout. Arak'Taral has been searching it.)
ARAK'TARAL: You caught him. I shouldn't have doubted you. Should we
kill them ourselves or let the others?
GORAN'AGAR: I will do the killing.
(He shoots Arak'Taral.)
GORAN'AGAR: Take your ship and go.
BASHIR: Goran'Agar, if you stay here, they'll kill you.
GORAN'AGAR: Unless I kill them first. It would be better for them to
die quickly in battle, than slowly as the drug runs out.
BASHIR: You don't have to do this. Even if we can't save their lives,
there's no need to sacrifice yourself.
GORAN'AGAR: You are a soldier?
O'BRIEN: I have been.
GORAN'AGAR: Then you explain.
(Goran'Agar shimmers away)
O'BRIEN: He's their commander. They trusted him. He can't leave them.
(Sisko is working on his alien clock.)
SISKO: Come in.
WORF: Captain, there is some information I would like to add to
Security Chief Odo's last report. He did not feel it was necessary to
include the details of my involvement, but I think you should know that
I hindered his investigation.
SISKO: Yes, I heard about what happened. Please, sit. Word gets around
in a place like this. It's one of the things you have to get used to.
WORF: One of many things, it seems.
SISKO: Starfleet officers often have trouble learning the unofficial
rules of the station. There's no manual to study. You have to learn
things as you go. A little different than life on a starship.
WORF: When I served on the Enterprise, I always knew who were my allies
and who were my enemies.
SISKO: Let's just say DS Nine has more shades of grey. And Quark
definitely is a shade of grey. He has his own set of rules and he
follows them diligently. Once you understand them, you understand
Quark. I'd say that's true for everyone here. You'll fit in, Commander.
Just give it time.
(WHOOSH! Back through the wormhole)
KIRA [OC]: Kira to Rubicon. Docking platform two is open. Welcome back,
O'BRIEN: Thanks, Major. You can bring me up on charges, you know.
BASHIR: No, that's not really my style.
O'BRIEN: I wish things could have been different, Julian.
BASHIR: So do I.
O'BRIEN: And I'm sorry I had to destroy your work.
BASHIR: You didn't have to, Chief. You had a choice and you chose to
disobey orders, override my judgment, and condemn those men to death.
O'BRIEN: Yes, I did, because I thought it was the only way to save your
life. Whatever else you may think of who I am and what I did, at least
try to understand that.
BASHIR: Tonight's supposed to be our weekly dart game.
O'BRIEN: Don't worry. I don't feel much like playing either.
BASHIR: Maybe in a few days.