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Chief Medical
Officer's Log, supplemental.

Chief O'Brien and I are
on board a T'Lani cruiser

helping the T'Lani
and the Kelleruns

eliminate their stockpiles
of harvesters --

deadly biomechanical
gene disrupters

used by both sides
in their centuries-long war.

Dr. Nydrom, how's
our muon charge?

Coming up to full power.

Go ahead.

Computer...

this is harvester test sequence
number 375.

Muon generator
now at full power.

Once more unto the breach.

I hope this works because, quite
frankly, I'm running out of ideas.

It took ten years to
perfect the harvesters.

We've only been trying to
eliminate them for a week.

Is that all it's been?

It feels like we've been
working for more than a month.

I've never seen
a nano-biogenic weapon

so resistant
to broad-spectrum radiation.

It's just a matter
of finding the right combination

of muon frequencies.

It should be simple,
but it's not.

Doctor?

Start the sequence,
or we will be here for a month.

Right, Chief.

I'm introducing the harvester
into the genetic bath.

Beginning muon influx now.

Doctor, please check
for any gene-disrupter phasing.

The genetic integrity
of the sample is holding steady.

I'm not reading
any genetic disruption at all.

Are you sure?

Check the sequence again.

The results are identical.

What?

It worked, didn't it?

Would somebody say something?

It worked, all right.

The harvesters
have been destroyed.

Good news, I take it.

Ambassador Sharat,
I am pleased to inform you

that we have found a way
to eliminate the harvesters.

Excellent.

Well done.

I knew if our people
stopped killing each other

and worked together

we could put an end
to these horrible weapons.

This is a symbol

of the new future
we have embarked upon.

Yes, and let's not forget

we couldn't have done it
without the help of our friends

from the Federation.

At first, we questioned
Dr. Nydrom's decision

to bring in outside help.

Obviously, it was
the right thing to do.

We're all very grateful
for your assistance.

It was our pleasure,
we assure you.

But eliminating the harvesters

is only half the task.

We must make certain
all scientific data

concerned with them
is wiped out, as well.

I've purged every file

in the T'Lani
and Kellerun data banks

pertaining to the harvesters.

If anyone gets it in their head
to build these things again,

they'll have to start
from scratch.

Then it's finished.

Not quite.

We shouldn't rest

until the entire Kellerun
and T'Lani supply of harvesters

has been destroyed.

We will begin immediately.

Commander,

I have Dr. Bashir
for you on subspace.

In here.

Commander,

we have some good news
to report.

- I've already heard.
- You have?

Yes, I received a message
from both

the T'Lani and Kellerun
Ambassadors, informing me

of your success
in neutralizing the harvesters.

Congratulations, gentlemen.

Thank you, sir,

but the Doctor here deserves
the bulk of the credit.

Actually, it was a team effort.

The Doctor's just
being modest, sir.

He was the one who came up with
muon rays as a possible solution.

Luckily, it worked.

When can we expect you back?

Soon, I hope.

The Ambassador said something
about a celebration on T'Lani Prime.

Yes, it's set for tonight,

but the Chief is quite anxious
to return back to the station.

It's been a long week.

Still...

I think we can spare you
for another day.

I agree... if that's okay
with you, Chief.

I suppose another
day won't kill me.

That's the spirit.

Then we'll expect you back
day after tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen.

You've earned it.

The last cylinder.

I believe that you should have
the honor, Doctor.

My pleasure.

It's ironic, isn't it,

that the war should finally
come to an end up here

above T'Lani III?

A planet whose entire population

was decimated by harvesters.

I hope this will be
a lasting peace.

What is this?

Weapons aren't allowed up here.

They're all dead.

We will be, too
if we don't get out of here.

O'Brien to Ganges.

Computer, activate remote
transporter sequence.

O'Brien to Ganges!

They must be jamming
communications with the runabout.

We sure as hell can't stay here.

We'll have to beam down
to the surface.

But they'll be able
to follow us.

I'm programming the system to
overload 30 seconds after we transport.

Let's go.

I'll have a cup
of Alterian chowder,

uttaberry crepes...

Ah, and a slice of...

Kira to Sisko.

Go ahead, Major.

The T'Lani
and Kellerun Ambassadors

have just arrived
on the station.

They're asking to see you.

Are O'Brien
and Dr. Bashir with them?

No, Commander,

and the Ambassadors refuse
to speak to anyone but you.

Show them to my office.
I'll be right there.

Yes, sir.

I'll have to cancel that order.

Are you saying both of
my officers are dead?

Along with some
of our greatest scientists.

We're sorry

you had to share in
our misfortune.

What happened?

It was...

It was a terrible accident.

It appears one
of your officers --

a Chief O'Brien, I believe --

inadvertently tripped
a security device.

A lethal pulse of radiation
flooded the room killing everyone.

Ambassador Sharat
transported off the ship

just minutes before
the accident occurred.

This security device?

It was built into the lab's
computers decades ago.

We didn't even know it existed.

If there were no survivors

how do you know that Chief
O'Brien caused the accident?

I was able to return to the ship

almost immediately
after the accident.

The first thing I did was to check
the internal security sensors.

They recorded
the entire incident.

We assumed...

you'd want to see for yourself.

Thank you.

Commander, I...

I just want you to know

we don't blame Chief O'Brien
for what happened.

On the contrary.

Both he and Dr. Bashir
will always be considered heroes

to both the Kellerun
and the T'Lani.

Without their help,

we never could have
destroyed the harvesters.

Please extend our sympathies
to their families.

I'll do that.

Chief. Chief.

In here.

Wait!

- Don't touch anything.
- But why not?

There's food
and medical supplies.

Yeah, they could
be booby-trapped.

The Cardassians used to rig
the supplies they left behind

with pressure grenades.

I've seen more than one soldier

permanently lose
his appetite that way.

Well, did you find anything?

Looks all right.

Good.

At least we won't starve.

Here.

No.

Why not, Chief? I thought
you loved military rations.

Yeah, Federation rations.

I've had enough T'Lani food
this past week

to last me a lifetime.

Well, we've got
to keep our strength up.

We're going to have to find
some way of warning the T'Lani

that the Kelleruns
have broken the treaty.

I still can't figure it.

Why would the Kelleruns wait
till the harvesters were destroyed

before they made their move?

Maybe they didn't hand over
all the harvesters for destruction.

Maybe they're convinced
they can defeat the T'Lani

with conventional weapons.

I suppose, but that might
mean continuing the war

for another hundred years.

Well, whatever the reason,
we'd better keep moving.

Wait! Listen to me, Julian.

The Kelleruns are going to
expect us to be on the move.

We start running, their
sensors will pick us up

before we've gone a kilometer.

If we stay still
maybe, just maybe,

it'll take them longer
to find us.

The way I see it,

we have only one chance
to survive this thing,

and that's to stay alive long enough
for Commander Sisko to find us.

But that won't be
for at least another day.

He still thinks we're
celebrating on T'Lani Prime.

I said it was our only chance.

I didn't say it was a good one.

What have we here?

Looks like some
kind of com system.

Maybe we can contact
the T'Lani from here.

Do you think
you can get it working?

Well, I'll have to open it up --

see if there's a
backup power supply.

Why don't you take
a seat, Doctor?

Well, I thought
maybe I could help.

I took the engineering
extension courses

at Starfleet Medical.

Extension courses?

They were actually
quite informative.

- Julian?
- Hmm?

- Do you really want to help me?
- Yes.

Then let me do my job.

Of course.

I'll, uh, I'll inventory
the supplies, then.

Fine. Why don't
you do that?

The last cylinder.

I believe that you should have
the honor, Doctor.

My pleasure.

The harvesters
have been destroyed.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

We must make certain
that all records

of their existence
are wiped out.

I've purged every file

in the T'Lani and
Kellerun data banks

pertaining to the harvesters.

If anyone gets it in their head
to build these things again,

they'll have to
start from scratch.

Then it's finished.

Hold on.
What's this?

Chief?

I don't know.

Closing the last file seems to have
activated some kind of security program.

It looks like it was part of
the original operating system.

I can't shut it down.

- Do you know anything about this?
- No.

Maybe you should try
cutting the power.

It's not responding.

I've heard of security
weapons like this --

a radiation pulse that
vaporizes any intruder

who doesn't enter
the proper code.

I'm surprised the Chief
didn't detect it.

It must have been buried
very deep in the system.

I'd like to talk to the Chief
of Security for that ship.

So would I.

Remember, they lost people, too.

But the T'Lani were responsible
for O'Brien and Bashir's safety.

They should have known about
that device and deactivated it.

That will do, Major.

I'd like for you to contact
Bajoran medical officials.

We'll need a doctor

to be temporarily assigned
to the station

until Starfleet can send us
a replacement

for Dr. Bashir.

Dax,

inform Starfleet
of the accident.

Tell them we'll need
a new Medical Officer

and a new Chief of Operations.

Would you like me to go
with you to see Mrs. O'Brien?

No, I'll take care of it.

Find out how I can contact
Julian's family.

Major, inform the crew we'll
be holding a memorial service

tomorrow evening at 1800 hours.

Yes, sir.

All right, people

I know the next few days
are going to be hard,

but we all have jobs to do.

Dismissed.

So, having any luck?

I wish you'd stop
asking me that.

I'm sorry.

It's just all this
standing around.

At least you're doing
something constructive.

You just keep your eyes open
for any Kellerun soldiers.

Don't worry, I will.

It's such a mess in here.

You'll make it work, Chief.

This is the kind of
challenge you live for.

You know, I was looking forward
to the celebrations on T'Lani Prime.

I don't know if you've noticed,

but T'Lani women
are quite attractive.

I'm not blind, you know.

Of course not.

But you are married.

Just 'cause you're married

doesn't mean you stop
looking at women.

Just as long as you don't
let your wife see you look.

For me, tonight's celebrations

would have been an adventure.

The most you could
have hoped for

was a good meal.

Women --
that's all you think about.

No, it isn't.

Although I do think
about them a lot.

Yeah, well, one of these days
you'll fall in love with one.

I did once.

Not work out?

Not quite.

Close.

Oh, I don't know.

Somehow, marriage
just doesn't seem fair.

Fair?

Fair... to them.

I mean, look at us.

Our lives are constantly
in danger.

There's enough to worry about

without worrying about
the wife and kids at home

worrying about us.

I'm sorry, Chief.

I just feel that way.

A lot of career officers
feel that way.

Well, you career officers
don't know what you're missing.

Really?

That may be so.

I just look at you
and Mrs. O'Brien, and I...

What about me and Mrs. O'Brien?

Nothing.

What?

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

It's no secret that your
assignment to this station

hasn't been conducive
to your marriage.

Say that again?

Why don't we just forget it?

That's the first intelligent thing
you've said since we got here.

Are you cold?

Yes, aren't you?

No. Actually, it's
quite warm in here.

You're looking a little pale.

I'm fine.

Your blood pressure's low
and you're running a fever.

You better sit down.

I don't want to sit down.
I've got work to do.

Roll up your sleeve.

- Why?
- Do it.

Please.

You were behind the genetic bath
when it shattered, weren't you?

You have something
to tell me, Doctor?

You've been infected
by the harvesters.

Come in.

Commander Sisko.

Keiko.

Something's happened to Miles.

There was an accident.

Both your husband and
Dr. Bashir were involved.

They're dead.

I'm sorry.

Tell me what happened.

The T'Lani security sensors
recorded the entire incident.

I want to see it.

I'll have it sent to you.

Miles was a fine officer

and a fine man.

I'll miss him.

Thank you, Commander.

I would like to be alone now.

If there's anything you need

just let me know.

Chief?

It's my eyes.

They're...
getting fuzzy.

You better sit down.
I'll take over from here.

What makes you think
you can fix this?

Because you're going
to talk me through it.

Now take a seat.

Maybe...

just for a minute...

or two.

Now, tell me where you left off.

You see the dark blue coil
in the upper right-hand corner?

No.

It's there...

beside the...

the green cylinder.

Just... just below it.

Yeah, I see it.

You have to...

you have to lock
the base of the coil

into the tiny receptor...
just below it.

You know, I just remembered

I still have Julian's
medical school diaries.

He let you read them?

He felt they would help me
understand him better.

How? By reading about
all the women he went out with?

That's not what they were about.

When he gave them to me

he told me that they were about
his innermost thoughts...

his struggle to graduate
top of his class,

his dream of having a career
in Starfleet.

His constant fear of failure.

Really.

And did you?

Understand him better?

I never got around
to reading them.

I suppose I should send them
to his parents.

You could keep them.

Really?

I think he'd like that.

He cared a great deal about you.

I know.

I cared about him, too.

These, um... are
on the house.

How come?

I thought we'd have a toast

to the memory of Chief
O'Brien and Dr. Bashir.

That's very thoughtful, Quark.

I can be thoughtful.

To our dear, departed comrades.

We may have had our differences,
but I'll say this for them --

and it's the highest
tribute I can think of --

they were good customers.

They always paid
their bar bills on time.

That's it?

I'm not done yet.

At times like this,

I'm reminded of the
57th Rule of Acquisition:

"Good customers are
as rare as latinum."

"Treasure them."

Mrs. O'Brien...

Major, I need to see
Commander Sisko.

It's very important.

I'll tell him you're here.

I just wanted you to know
how sorry I am --

how sorry we all are.

Thank you.

If anyone gets it in their
head to build these things again...

Watch. It's coming
up in just a few seconds.

Then it's finished.

Computer, freeze image.

There. Do you see it?

I see the Chief drinking coffee.

Exactly. Now look
at the time index.

1500 hours.

That's right.

Late afternoon.

Miles never drinks coffee
late in the afternoon.

It keeps him up all night.

Maybe he made an
exception this time --

working long hours,
under a lot of stress...

I know my husband.

He never drinks coffee
late in the day.

Maybe he isn't drinking coffee.

Maybe it's tea.

I checked the data clip.

It contained a
spectroscopic analysis.

The liquid in Miles's
cup consists

of vegetable-based
oils and caffeine.

It's coffee, all right.

You're suggesting someone
tampered with this recording?

Yes, I am, and I want
to know the reason why.

Lieutenant, when
were you planning

on bringing the Ganges
back from T'Lani III?

Tomorrow.

I don't see any reason
to wait, do you?

I'll leave right away.

Good. I'll come
with you.

Mrs. O'Brien,

if this recording
has been altered,

we'll find out why.

You were right, Chief.

The contacts on the
sub-processor are corroded.

Yeah.

They need to be cleaned.

Oh, um, I think there are
some sterile pads in the med kit.

Here we go.

Don't leave me, Chief.
I still need you.

Don't worry.

I'm not going anywhere.

So, who was she?

Who?

"Not quite. Close."

Palis. Palis Delon.

She was a dancer -- a ballerina.

She had the most exquisite feet.

I'm serious.

It's very important for a dancer
to have good arches.

She was gorgeous,

not to mention brilliant.

I used to watch her onstage.

I couldn't believe how anyone
could be so graceful.

And she was crazy
about you, huh?

We were crazy about each other.

I used to think,
"Julian, you lucky devil.

You found the perfect woman."

We used to finish
each other's thoughts.

There.

What do you think?

Good... good.

Put it back in the com panel.

Looks like we have
some power, anyway.

Still no response
from the transmitter, though.

Try re-tuning
the R-F oscillators.

So what happened,

with you and Palis?

What happened is I graduated.

Her father was
the top administrator

at a medical complex in Paris.

He offered me a job.

Promised I'd be Chief of Surgery
within five years.

But you would have to give up
your Starfleet career.

I can't tell you
how close I came.

But... here I am.

You made your choice.

Yeah.

Sometimes, I wake up
in the middle of the night

and I think to myself...

will I ever find anyone
that wonderful again?

The oscillator's working

but the frequency's
still fluctuating.

Let me take a look.

Oh!

What is it?

It's... my legs.

I can't feel them.

We're approaching T'Lani III.

Establishing a synchronous orbit
alongside the Ganges.

Open a channel
to the T'Lani cruiser.

Commander Sisko,
what a pleasant surprise.

I take it you're here
for your runabout?

That's correct.

We were about to leave for the
memorial service on T'Lani Prime.

You're welcome to accompany us.

Perhaps we will,

but first I'd like to see for myself
where the accident took place.

Of course.

While you're on the cruiser,

I think I'll beam over to the
Ganges and take a look around.

Good idea.

Chief.

Chief, it's working.

Signal's very faint.

You'll have to switch to a
higher-carrier frequency.

Reset the actuators
on the chambers coil.

That's better.
It's still pretty weak, though.

I'm sending a distress signal.

It's set to repeat
every two minutes.

Let's hope the T'Lani find us
before the Kelleruns do.

They better get here soon.

Don't worry, Chief.

I'm going to get you home.

In a box, maybe.

Nonsense.

Don't go giving up on me now.

I'm not giving up.

I'm dying.

Listen to me...
listen to me, Julian.

You must tell Keiko and Molly...

You tell them yourself.

You were wrong, you know...

about marriage.

Whatever you say, Chief.

Listen to me, Julian!

You're the one who's always
talking about adventure.

Ha... adventure.

Marriage is the greatest
adventure of them all.

It's filled with
pitfalls and setbacks

and mistakes and...

but it's a journey
worth taking...

because you take it together.

I know Keiko's been unhappy

about us coming to the station.

We still argue about it.

But that's all right

because at the end of the day

we both know we love each other.

Chief...

And that's all that matters.

- Chief...
- Huh?

You better get some rest.

The T'Lani will be here soon.

I see there's still
some residual traces

of the radiation pulse.

Well, that's to be expected
given the pulse's intensity,

but it poses no danger.

Tell me, Ambassador,

have you been able to
learn anything else

about the fail-safe device
that caused the accident?

Not yet, Commander,
but we're working on it.

It was Ambassador Sharat
that brought you the data clip?

That's right.

And I suppose he showed it
to you as soon as you arrived?

Of course.

Could the clip have been
altered before you saw it?

Why would Ambassador
Sharat alter the data clip?

I have no idea.

Dax to Sisko.

Sisko.

Commander,
when you're through there,

could you join me on the Ganges?

Yes, I'll be here
a few more minutes.

Commander, the T'Lani
and the Kellerun

have finally made peace.

That peace cannot survive

unless both sides
trust each other.

What have you got, Dax?

It looks like someone
erased five seconds

- from the Ganges' computer log.
- Show me.

At first, I thought it was just
some kind of power fluctuation.

But when I checked
the log's memory core

it showed traces of a
remote transport command.

Did you find any indication

of transport activity
at that time?

No.

And you're saying
somebody erased it later on?

Look at the time index when
the call for transport came in.

1534 -- that's a full
three minutes

after the accident
on the T'Lani cruiser.

Which means if either
Chief O'Brien or Julian

made that request...

They would have been alive
after the fail-safe device went off.

Good work, Lieutenant.

Chief...

Chief!

Don't leave me now.
Breathe.

That's better.

Now you're doing it.

Tell me, Julian...

ever talk to that
ballerina of yours?

Not since I left Earth.

Well, maybe...
maybe you should.

Well, maybe one day I will.

Ambassador E'Tyshra.

Am I glad to see you.

Chief O'Brien was infected
by the harvesters

when the Kelleruns
attacked your ship.

They killed
all of the scientists.

Not all of them.

You're too late, Sharat.

No, Doctor, he's right on time.

But why kill
Nydrom and the others?

To ensure that the
peace agreement

between our two races will last.

But we'd already destroyed
the harvesters.

There was no reason
for more killings, unless...

It's not enough to simply
destroy the harvesters.

We have to be sure
no one can ever recreate them.

The only way to do that
was to eliminate everyone

who possessed such knowledge,
including the two of you.

But we have no use
for such horrible weapons.

As long as the knowledge exists,
there's a danger it may be used.

That's a risk
we refuse to live with.

I truly am sorry, Doctor,

but at least you
have the consolation

of knowing that your deaths
will be for a noble cause.

Wait.

Let him speak.

Help me...
help me up.

I want to die on my feet.

I'm sorry I didn't
get us home, Chief.

You did your best.

It's been an honor...
serving with you.

Thank you, Chief.

That means a lot.

Commander, am I glad to see you!

Chief O'Brien is going
to be dead within the hour

if we don't get him back
to the station.

- What happened?
- He was exposed to the harvesters.

That should stabilize him
for now.

They told us
you were both dead, Julian.

We would have been if the T'Lani
and Kelleruns had had their way.

They're killing everyone involved
with the harvesters project.

The T'Lani cruiser's
coming this way.

- They're hailing us.
- Ignore them.

Send a general distress signal on
all Federation subspace frequencies.

They're blocking
all subspace communication

with a broadband inversion.

They're hailing us again.

Is the inversion field
affecting sensors as well?

All short-range
sensors are useless.

Which means...

theirs are useless, too.

Ambassador,

Commander Sisko is
attempting to escape.

We are in pursuit.

Can we overtake them?

Their runabout
is no match for this ship.

Fire a warning shot.

Confirmed.

Commander Sisko is hailing us.

I thought he would.

By firing on this vessel,

you've committed an act of war
against the Federation.

Commander, we have no quarrel
with the Federation or with you.

But we must insist

you turn over Dr. Bashir
and Chief O'Brien.

Why?
So you can murder them?

Unfortunately, Commander,
your officers

are the only two people left
who have seen the data

concerning the development
of the harvesters.

They have no intention
of using that information.

You have my word.

Their intentions are irrelevant.

The fact is, the threat remains
as long as the knowledge exists.

Commander, I know this
is painful for you.

It wasn't easy for us to order
the deaths of our own people,

but it is necessary.

And if I refuse
to turn them over?

You can't outrun us
and you can't fight us.

We can destroy your runabout
at any time.

Lieutenant Dax and I have
no knowledge of the harvesters.

Are you willing to kill us, too?

We'll do whatever we have to do
to ensure our safety.

Commander,
you are running out of options.

You have one minute to turn
over Dr. Bashir and Chief O'Brien.

You want them?

You're going to have
to take us all.

He leaves us no choice.

The runabout is turning.

It's heading back
in our direction.

Full stop.

He's preparing to fire.

Employ shields.

Shields employed.

Put the runabout on screen.

He must know his phasers
can't hurt us.

He's aiming his vessel
straight for us.

The man must be crazy.

Fire phasers.

It's over.

Head back to T'Lani III.

Prepare to take the
other runabout in tow.

Ambassador...

sensors indicate the other
runabout is no longer in orbit.

Well, then, where is it?

I don't know.

It's gone.

It can't just have disappeared.

I'm picking up a warp signature.

Sisko.

Maybe he and the others weren't
on that runabout we destroyed.

They could have transported
to the other runabout

while our sensors were down.

And then piloted the first ship
by remote navigation.

But we saw them die.

Did we?

What's this?

Something Molly made for you.

She painted it herself.

Oh, it's lovely.
She has real talent.

How's my patient?

Better.
Can I go home now?

You should be out of here
by tomorrow.

I just wanted to let you know

how much I appreciated what
you said back on T'Lani III.

What did I say?

That it was an honor
serving with me.

Oh... right.

And I'd like to return
the compliment, if I may.

It's been an honor
serving with you, too, Chief.

You know, Mrs. O'Brien,

they say that when two
people face death together,

it creates a bond
that cannot be broken.

I never believed that
until I went...

Julian...

Hmm?

Oh.

Um, of course
you'd like to be alone.

I understand.

Miles, he saved
your life, you know.

Mmm. He's never going
to let me forget it.

So, what was it like

spending all that time
alone with him?

It was hell.

You can see for yourself.
The man never stops talking.

You know, I wouldn't mind
a cup of coffee right now.

Miles, you never
drink coffee in the afternoon.

Well, sure I do.

You do?