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What do you think?

I don't know.

What do you think?

I like it.

Don't you?

Rom, it's two handkerchiefs
and a loincloth.

I suppose we could
lose the handkerchiefs.

Ferengi tradition or
no Ferengi tradition,

I am not going to be
naked at my wedding.

Who said anything about naked?

You'll still have the loincloth.

Please show us something else.

There is nothing else.

I've shown you 153
different wedding dresses,

from Tellarite modern
to Risian traditional,

and you've hated them all.

Well, I like number 38.

Number 38?

It had more layers than
a Baduviam tapestry.

- It was elegant.
- It was bulky.

I liked 64.

Sixty-four?

Well, at least they
agree on something.

Why don't you just let Garak
design a dress on his own?

You know whatever he
comes up with will be beautiful.

My dear, I find your blind adoration
both flattering and disturbing.

But she does have a point.

Leeta!

That 15-minute break you
asked for was up an hour ago.

Brother, what do you
think of this dress?

I don't want to think about it.

All I know is that any marriage

where the female is allowed
to speak and wear clothing

is doomed to failure.

Your dabo table awaits.

There he is.

Let's talk to him.

Now?

Now, Rom.

Keiko and the kids will
be a lot safer on Earth

than they are here.

They've only been gone two
days, and I miss them already.

Still, don't you feel better
knowing they're out of harm's way?

I wish I could convince
Jake to visit Earth for a while.

Captain.

Can we speak to
you for a moment?

If you're not too busy.

Oh. Go ahead.

Would you marry me?

I mean us.

I mean, would you perform
our wedding ceremony?

It would be a great honor to
be married by the Emissary.

It's not for another two weeks,

so you have plenty
of time to get ready.

I guess I'll have to start
brushing up on my Bajoran.

Me, too.

- Captain?
- If you'll excuse me?

Maybe they're not coming.

That would be a nice surprise.

One thing I'll say for the
Dominion... they're punctual.

That's the fifth convoy
headed for Cardassia

in the last five weeks.

I can only imagine how
many Jem'Hadar soldiers

are stationed there now.

Too many.

I wish they'd just attack
and get it over with.

I have the feeling you're
going to get your wish.

Thanks for the invite, Dad.

I haven't had a
home-cooked meal since--

Since the last
time you were here.

Sounds about right.

So, uh, what's for dinner?

Ah. Can I get some
salsa with that?

Read the headline.

"Bajorans Continue
Negotiations with Dominion."

Go on.

"Station Commander
Opposes Nonaggression Pact."

And the byline.

"By Jake Sisko."

You should have warned me.

I was waiting for
the right moment.

The right moment was
before you published the article.

I know. I'm sorry.

But aren't you glad I got a job?

You mean, this isn't
a one-time thing?

Nope. I'm now an official correspondent
for the Starfleet News Service.

Well, what about your novel?

I'm not giving up on it,

but, this way, I get to
see my work in print.

And, apparently, I get to see
everything I say in print, too.

You're a public figure, Dad.

You're the Captain of the
most important space station

in the entire Federation.

You're news.

Don't remind me.

I guess I can't stop
you from doing your job.

Can I quote you on that?

I guess not.

Yamok sauce.

Who would bother to smuggle in

10,000 wrappages of
Cardassian yamok sauce?

Oh. Quark.

That little worm.

He thinks the Cardassians
are going to retake the station.

He's a Ferengi. You can't
blame him for hedging his bets.

But it is a lot of yamok sauce.

What is a yamok, anyway?

What would you
like me to do with it?

Major?

I don't care. You decide.

Dump it.

Very good.

Would you mind telling
me what's going on?

- What do you mean?
- You and Odo.

You've been avoiding
each other for weeks.

- Oh, it's a long story.
- Those are the best kind.

Odo has...

feelings for me.

What kind of feelings?

The kind that aren't
easy to talk about.

Since when?

Since, I don't know -- years.

I just found out
about it last month.

That explains a lot.

It does?

Not really.

It just seemed like
the right thing to say.

- I had no idea.
- Neither did I.

60 degrees Celsius --
just the way you like it.

Uh, sir...

is it true what they're
saying about the Romulans?

What do they say?

Well, there were some Orion
Free Traders in Quark's last night,

and they heard from a Vulcan
diplomat that the Romulans

signed a nonaggression
pact with the Dominion.

A lot of rumors float around
at a time like this, Cadet.

Just don't forget the
190th Rule of Acquisition.

"Hear all, trust nothing."

Good advice, sir.

The Romulans.

Sisko to Dax.

Dax here.

Put me through to
Starfleet Intelligence.

The Romulans!

I always knew they
were without honor!

Now they have proven it.

- When did they sign the treaty?
- Yesterday.

They must be desperate
to side with the Dominion.

Technically, they're
not siding with anyone.

It's a nonaggression pact.

Which means if the
Dominion attacks,

they just sit by and do nothing.

The Romulans, the
Miradorn, the Tholians...

the Dominion is making impressive
inroads in the Alpha Quadrant.

And the Bajorans are
still talking to them?

My people will
never sign that treaty

or any other agreement
with the Dominion.

Meanwhile, more Jem'Hadar ships

come through the
wormhole every week.

It must stop.

It's going to stop.

I've talked to
Starfleet Command.

They've agreed that
no more Dominion ships

can be allowed into
the Alpha Quadrant.

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.

If we try to stop those convoys,
it may very well start a war.

Maybe so...

but one thing is certain.

We're losing the peace,

which means a war
could be our only hope.

What about pulse mines?

We could equip them with
variable geometry detonators.

Not good enough.

Dominion ships can wait at
the mouth of the wormhole

and pick them off one by one.

What if we cloaked them?

Cloaking doesn't always
work against the Dominion.

Maybe cloaked ships don't,
but I'm thinking much smaller...

each mine no more
than a meter across.

Well, mines that small
don't have a lot of power.

It would take dozens of
them to disable a warship.

We'd run out of mines
before they ran out of ships.

Rom! Are you here?

"Cloak. Small. Dozens."
I heard every word.

Well, something's wrong.
You haven't touched your food.

It's my stomach.

Ever since Captain Sisko
agreed to officiate at our wedding,

I haven't had
much of an appetite.

I thought you wanted
Captain Sisko to marry you.

I did, but now that he
said yes, it's become so...

real.

I'm going to get married!

Not for another two weeks,
and in the meantime,

we have work to do.

But what if Leeta turns out
to be just like Nog's mother?

What if I can't make her happy?

What if this is the
biggest mistake of my life?

- What if--
- Rom!

Self-replication.

That's the only answer.

Self-replication?

If the mines are going to be
small, we'll need a lot of them,

and we'll need a way
to replace them quickly

if the Jem'Hadar try to
blast their way through, and...

Uh-oh. I forgot to
request new quarters.

Mine are too small.

Where are Leeta
and I going to live?

Rom, I think you're
on to something.

I know I am. I've
measured them three times.

There's nowhere to
put her prayer mandala.

We could equip each
mine with a replicator unit.

No matter how many
the Jem'Hadar destroyed,

there'd always be more.

We'd program them
to swarm detonate...

20 or 30 mines to each ship.

The only problem
is you'll have to wait

until the entire mine field is
deployed before you activate it.

Otherwise, the proximity sensors
could cause premature detonation.

Where's Leeta going
to put all her clothes?

I don't have
enough closet space.

- I better go talk to Sisko.
- I'll go draw up some specs.

I've got to go to
waste extraction.

What did Starfleet Command say?

How many reinforcements
will they be sending?

And how soon will they get here?

We're not getting
any reinforcements.

We'll have to make
do with what we've got.

What we've got isn't enough.

Sir, as Strategic
Operations Officer,

I cannot guarantee
the safety of this station

if the Dominion fleet attacks.

Your concerns are
noted, Commander.

What's Starfleet thinking?

They must have given you a
reason for denying your request.

- They did.
- And?

I'm not at liberty
to discuss it.

Let's just say

Starfleet's resources
will be needed elsewhere.

What could be more important
than defending this station?

That is not for us to decide.

What are our orders, Captain?

Deploy the minefield and
prepare for a Dominion attack.

And when the attack comes?

Then we are to
defend the station

until the mines are in position
and the field has been activated.

The Defiant will be unable
to raise shields or cloak

while deploying the mines.

She will be an easy target.

Then it's up to
DS9 to defend her.

If the Dominion wants
to stop the Defiant,

they'll have to come through us.

You wanted to see me, Constable?

Major, I'd like your permission

to terminate all outgoing
subspace communications.

You really think
that's necessary?

This is no time
for security leaks.

I've prepared a number
of false messages

we can transmit
at random intervals

so there won't be any noticeable
drop in our outgoing subspace traffic.

I'll see what I can do.

I'd appreciate that.

Major...

There's something
you ought to know.

What's that?

I've been thinking about
asking you out to dinner.

I've been expecting
something like this.

I could tell.

You've looked a little
uncomfortable around me lately.

Well, you've looked a
little uncomfortable yourself.

Which is why I wanted you
to know I'm not going to do it.

No dinner
invitations, no flowers,

no attempts at changing
the nature of our relationship.

Until the current crisis has passed,
we both need our minds to be clear,

to be free of any
unnecessary distractions.

Well, that's
probably a good idea.

So for now, all we need
to concern ourselves with

is deploying the minefield,
maintaining station security,

and preparing ourselves
for a possible invasion.

Hmm...

Well, I don't know about you...

but I feel more
comfortable already.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 50975.2.

The next Jem'Hadar
convoy is due in five days,

but our efforts to
mine the wormhole

have already provoked a
response from the Dominion,

who have sent their Vorta
ambassador, Weyoun,

to speak with me.

What can I do for you, Weyoun?

Captain Sisko...

I'll make this brief.

We know all about
the mine field.

I assumed you'd find
out sooner or later.

As I see it, you
have two choices.

Either you remove the mines,

or we will take this
station from you

and remove them ourselves.

I appreciate your directness.

Now, let me be direct with you.

The mines stay.

I will not allow any more

Dominion reinforcements
through the wormhole.

You will not allow?

You heard me.

I can see how that might
be your first reaction.

But you and I are
reasonable men.

And surely, reasonable
men can come

to some sort of mutually
acceptable compromise.

I didn't think the Dominion
believed in compromise.

It saddens me to see how
deeply you misunderstand us.

All the Dominion wants

is to peacefully co-exist
with its neighbors.

Then why the continued
military buildup?

Why the weekly convoys
of ships and troops

from the Gamma Quadrant?

It's the Cardassians.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm pleased to call them allies,
but as you know,

they've just been through a
terrible war with the Klingons.

I'm afraid it's left
them somewhat jittery,

so they're understandably
concerned about ensuring

the sovereignty
of their borders.

And since they're now
members of the Dominion,

their concerns have
become our concerns.

I would think by now

you have more than enough
ships to defend Cardassia.

You may think that, and I may
think that, but the Cardassians--

Oh, yes, I know.
They're jittery.

You see our dilemma.

I'm beginning to.

What if...

we agreed to limit our
convoys to cargo ships,

construction units, civilian aid?

Things that will help them get
their economy back on its feet.

Did you know when we arrived

children were starving
on Cardassia Prime?

It was heartbreaking.

I had no idea
things were so bad.

The Cardassians are
a very proud people.

They don't want to admit to
outsiders how dire the situation really is.

So...

are we agreed?

You remove the mines,

and we restrict our convoys to
medical and economic assistance.

That sounds reasonable.

I'd have to discuss it with
Starfleet first, of course.

I'm sure they'll do whatever
Benjamin Sisko recommends.

For my part, I'll personally
speak to the Founders

to secure our
end of the bargain.

What about Gul Dukat?

Ah, he'll be furious...

at first.

But we've developed a
fine working relationship,

and I'm sure I can help him to
see the wisdom of our decision.

I will leave it in
your capable hands.

You won't be disappointed.

This is a momentous day.

You and I have just
taken the first step

towards insuring peace
between our peoples.

They're going to attack.

- Are you sure?
- I am positive.

The moment I mentioned that we
weren't going to remove the mines,

we both knew there'd be war.

Everything else
was just words...

a feeble attempt to lull the other
side into a false sense of security.

I didn't buy it, and I'm
sure Weyoun didn't either.

How soon?

As soon as they can get
their fleet from Cardassia.

I'd say as early as tomorrow.

Which means we have to
finish the minefield today.

We need more time.

You don't have it.

We'll do the best we can.
Dax out.

General, take your ship
and patrol the border.

At the first sight of
the Dominion ships...

I will sound the alarm.

Don't engage the enemy.

Get back to the station
as soon as you can.

We're going to need you here.

Captain, fighting them at the border
or fighting them here at the station

makes no difference to me.

You don't think Starfleet
could be persuaded

to send us a few
more ships, say 50?

I'm afraid not, Doctor.
We're on our own.

In that case, I'd better go
and get the infirmary ready.

Mr. Worf, see to the weapons
array and issue combat assignments.

Aye, sir.

Major.

I'll contact the Bajoran Militia,
see if they can spare a few ships.

Forget the Militia.

I need you to contact
the Council of Ministers.

Tell them I need to meet
with them immediately.

As a Starfleet Captain or as
the Emissary of the Prophets?

Both.

That'll get their attention.

Remember the nonaggression pact

the Dominion offered
Bajor a few weeks ago?

Yeah, they're still debating
it in the Council of Ministers.

It'll never pass.

It'll pass if the
Emissary endorses it.

You want Bajor to sign a
treaty with the Dominion?

Why?

Major, when I came here,
my orders were to protect Bajor

and help your people
rebuild from the Occupation.

We've succeeded.

And I refuse to see everything
we've accomplished torn down again.

The sad truth is, Major,

if there is a war now,

the Federation can't
guarantee the safety of Bajor,

which means Bajor must
be kept out of the fighting.

I don't like this any
more than you do, Major,

but it's Bajor's only
chance for survival.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Bajor has signed the
nonaggression pact with the Dominion.

All Bajoran personnel have been
ordered to evacuate the station.

As someone once said,

"These are the times
that try men's souls."

Are you sure
you won't come with me?

I don't think I'd
be very welcome on Bajor.

I'm not going to be very
popular there, either.

My dear, you're half-Bajoran.

So at least half of you
is going to be accepted.

I'm sure that Major Kira's
friends will take good care of you.

Well, what's going
to happen to you?

Oh, well, let me
tell you a story.

I once knew a Cardassian,

a dashing, handsome young
man with a promising career.

But one day, through
no fault of his own,

he found himself exiled and
alone with nowhere to turn.

But did he give up?

No.

He struck upon a brilliant plan.

Instead of fleeing
for the rest of his life,

he sought shelter

in the one place no
one expected him to go...

in a stronghold of his
people's most hated enemies.

There, surrounded by
hostile strangers, he built a life.

And there, against all odds,

against the merciless
logic of the universe itself,

he thrived.

By becoming the
greatest tailor in the galaxy.

And the moral of
the story, my dear,

is to never underestimate
my gift for survival.

You may kiss the bride.

Congratulations, Father.

Uh... Moogie.

Thank you, Nog.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I
have business to attend to.

Well,

that was the most pathetic excuse
for a wedding ceremony I've ever seen.

No bridal auction,

no latinum dances,
and the bride...

the bride was
severely overdressed.

Nevertheless, you're very
happy for us, aren't you, Brother?

Overjoyed.

I give it two months.

Oh, Rom.

No time for that.

Nog, are Leeta's bags packed?

They're already on the shuttle.

- You mean we're leaving?
- No.

You're leaving.

First Minister Shakaar
was very clear.

All Bajorans must leave the
station for their own safety.

But what about you?

My job is here,
with Chief O'Brien.

Then I'm not going either.

You see that, Nog?

We've barely finished
saying our vows,

and we're already
having our first fight.

We're really married.

You've got to go, Leeta.

The problems of two newlyweds

are but a small thread in
the tapestry of galactic events.

You might not understand
that today, or even tomorrow,

but someday you will.

So get on that shuttle
and don't look back.

Nog, take your Moogie
to the Docking Ring.

Nice speech, Dad.

I thought so.

Computer, what's the status
of program Sisko-1-9-7?

All necessary
modifications have been completed.

Program Sisko-1-9-7
ready for implementation

on your command.

Ops to Captain Sisko.

Sir, we're receiving a message
from the Cardassian border.

It's General Martok.

On-screen.

Aye, sir.

Captain, we just detected

a large force of Dominion
ships headed your way.

They should be
there within the hou --

Someone is jamming
his transmission.

Contact established.

Captain Sisko,

I don't suppose you
would like to surrender

and avoid unnecessary bloodshed.

Absolutely not.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Battle stations.

How much longer?

The Dominion fleet should be
in weapons range in 20 minutes.

Are all the Bajorans
off the station?

The last transport just left.

Let's hope the Dominion
honors the nonaggression pact.

Cadet, put me
through to the Defiant.

Yes, sir.

On-screen.

Benjamin, I know what
you're going to say,

but we've got at least
another hour of work

before we can
activate the minefield.

You don't have an hour, old man.

The Dominion is going to be
here in less than 20 minutes.

You're going to
be a sitting duck.

Then I hope you can
buy us some more time.

Dax out.

Dax to O'Brien.

I know, I know. Work faster.

A medical tricorder,
hypospray, dermal regenerator,

and battlefield trauma kit.

Medical tricorder, hypospray
dermal regenerator,

and battlefield trauma kit.

That's everyone.

Now what?

Now we wait...

until the casualties
start coming in.

Are you sure you're all right?

I'll be fine.

Besides, my father
won't let me stay in Ops,

and, uh, I promised the
Federation News Service

a firsthand account
of the battle.

You'll get it.

Just remember, Bashir
is spelled with an "I."

I must say, Constable, I
admire your composure.

You're an island of
tranquility in a sea of chaos.

What I am is useless.

My entire staff has
been evacuated to Bajor.

I'm not feeling too terribly
useful myself at this moment.

But if it'd make you feel any
better, you could always deputize me.

I'm sure if the Jem'Hadar
board the station,

you'll make yourself useful.

It's ironic.

When the Klingons
attacked the station,

Gul Dukat and I were
fighting side by side.

At one point, he
turned his back to me,

and I must admit
that for a moment,

he made a very tempting target.

You'd shoot a man in the back?

Well, it's the
safest way, isn't it?

But then I thought,

"Well, no, I can't fight all
these Klingons by myself,"

so I let him live.

And now you regret it.

Ah, my dear Constable,
before this day is over,

everyone on this station
is going to regret it.

Rom...

I've always said
you were an idiot,

but I never believed it more
than I do at this moment.

Brother, if you want to insult me,
it's going to have to wait till later.

I'm busy.

Busy doing what?

Preparing perimeter
defenses for the attack.

There are dozens of engineers
that could be doing that.

Starfleet engineers.

Hu-mans.

You should be on
Bajor with your new wife.

That's what Leeta said.

Well, she's right.
This is not your fight.

It's not your fight either,
but I don't see you leaving.

I have to look out for my bar.

And I have to look out for you.

- Me?
- You're my brother.

Whatever happens,
we belong together.

Well, like I said,
you're an idiot.

On-screen, Captain.

General Martok, take a
defensive position near the Defiant.

They have to finish deploying
those mines no matter the cost.

And they will.

You have my word on it, Captain.

Mr. Worf, activate
the weapons array.

Aye, sir.

Captain, as a Major
in the Bajoran Militia,

I must officially protest
Starfleet's refusal

to turn over this station
to my government.

- Your protest is duly noted.
- Good.

Now that that's over with...

Kira Nerys reporting for duty.

Weapons range in one minute.

I've been waiting for
this moment for five years.

First, we reclaim Terok Nor,

then... on to Bajor.

Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

Or must I remind you
the Dominion just signed

a nonaggression pact with Bajor?

The Dominion might have.

I never did.

The Dominion
will honor its treaty,

and as a member of the
Dominion, you will honor it as well.

Where the Dominion
leads, I will follow.

I never doubted it.

Attack wings one through
five, head for the Defiant.

Remaining ships,
target the station.

We're within weapons range.

Well...

then by all means...

Fire.

Mr. Worf, all
weapons fire at will.

Enemy ships are
closing on the Defiant.

- Mr. Worf.
- Got them.

Sir, the station's
shields are holding.

Impossible.

Federation shields have always
proven useless against our weapons.

I've found it wise to never underestimate
the Federation's technical skill

or Captain Sisko's
resourcefulness.

Damar, bring us
around for another pass.

Chief, how much longer?

Just another couple of minutes.

Take us to our final
set of coordinates.

Helm, set course--

Chief, I'm going to have
to take evasive maneuvers.

If you do, you risk setting
off every mine on this ship.

And if I don't, we may
not have a ship left!

You may continue
your work, Commander.

I will handle the Jem'Hadar.

Who says there's never a Klingon
around when you need one?

Shields at 35%.

They're preparing
for another attack.

Mr. Worf, make every shot count.

Attack wings and batteries,

concentrate your firepower on
Section 17 of the Outer Docking Ring.

We have to
penetrate their shields.

We've lost main
power to the shields.

Switching to auxiliary power, but
I do not know how long it will hold.

Defiant to Captain Sisko.

Dax, go ahead.

We've set the last mine.

Activate the field and
return to the station.

Yes, sir. Dax out.

Sir, the minefields--

I have eyes, Damar.

This isn't turning out quite
the way I had planned.

It's a minor setback, Weyoun.

Once we take the station,

we'll be able to dismantle the
minefield without interference.

Let's both hope your
confidence is justified.

Damar, signal the reserves
to prepare for a final assault.

The Dominion
fleet is regrouping.

And I'm detecting another wave of
enemy ships entering Bajoran space.

What are your orders, Captain?

We've done all we can here.

Notify all remaining
Starfleet personnel.

We're evacuating the station.

Report to the staging area.

Worf!

Jadzia.

You should be on the Defiant.

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.

This is war.

We must put aside
our personal feelings

and focus on the task at hand.

I've been through
my share of wars.

I know what I have to do.

But before you leave,

I want you to know
that the answer is "yes."

Yes... Yes to what?

Yes, I will marry you.

That's what you've wanted
from the beginning, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Then when all of this is
over, we'll get married.

And if that doesn't give
you a reason to survive,

I don't know what will.

When I first took
command of this post,

all I wanted was to
be somewhere else...

anywhere but here.

But now, five years later,

this has become my home,
and you have become my family.

And leaving this
station... leaving you...

is one of the hardest
things I've ever had to do.

But this war isn't over yet.

I want you to know that while we
were keeping the Dominion occupied,

a Starfleet-Klingon task force
crossed the border into Cardassia

and destroyed the Dominion
shipyards on Torros III.

Your sacrifices...

our sacrifices made
that victory possible.

But no victory can make
this moment any easier for me.

And I promise,

I will not rest

until I stand with you again...

here...

in this place where I belong.

Sisko to Defiant.

Standing by, sir.

One to beam aboard.

Aye, Captain.

- Are we ready?
- As soon as you give the word, sir.

Mr. Garak?

I'd like to come along,
if you don't mind.

You never know when you
might need a good tailor.

And the simple fact is, I
have nowhere else to go.

Welcome aboard.

Dax to Sisko.

The Dominion fleet is coming
around for another attack.

Release docking clamps.
Prepare for departure.

The Defiant's away.

Contact the Dominion fleet.

Tell them...

the Bajoran government
welcomes them to Deep Space 9.

Message acknowledged.

Good.

It's the last message this station
will be sending out for a while.

Computer...

initiate program Sisko-1-9-7.

Program initiated.

Dukat wanted the station back.

He can have it.

I don't want to see a drop
of root beer left in this place.

Break out the kanar.

And find me some yamok sauce.

Rom...

assistant manager
for policy and clientele.

Reporting for work, Brother.

What, did you think you
could just walk back in here

and get your old job back?

Actually, I'm a spy...
working for Starfleet.

But don't tell anyone.

The Federation's
more desperate than I thought.

I knew one day
you'd come crawling back to me.

- Now, get to work.
- Yes, Brother!

Jake?

Aren't you supposed
to be on the Defiant?

I changed my mind.

There's a war going on and...

I'm a reporter.

This is where I belong.

But you're not safe here.

The Dominion knows
I'm the Emissary's son.

If they hurt me,

they risk alienating their
new friends, the Bajorans.

I hope you're right.

So do I.

What the hell is Jake thinking?

Do we go back for him?

I can't risk the entire
crew for one man...

even though he is my son.

And whether I like
it or not, he is a man,

capable of making
his own choices.

Maintain current course.

Aye, Captain.

We should rendezvous with the
Federation task force in 48 hours.

And then what?

And then, we make the Dominion sorry
they ever set foot in the Alpha Quadrant.

Cadet, you took the
words right out of my mouth.

This is a great
victory for Cardassia.

And the Dominion.

Over 50 ships lost...

our spacedocks on
Torros III destroyed.

A victory perhaps,
but a costly one.

We'll discuss the
repercussions later.

Right now, I'm going
to enjoy this moment.

Gentlemen, on behalf of
the Bajoran government--

And the Promenade
Merchants' Association...

I officially welcome
you to Deep Space 9.

You mean... Terok Nor,

don't you?

Founder, we are honored by
your decision to remain with us.

I'm not here as a Founder.

I'm the station's
Chief of Security.

Whatever you say.

Nevertheless, having a god
walk amongst us is most gratifying.

I agree.

You... me...

the Major...

together again.

It should be most interesting.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'll be in my office.

It would appear Captain Sisko
was most efficient

in disabling the station.

It can be repaired.

And it will be.

But your first priority is
to dismantle that minefield.

Until we can bring in reinforcements
from the Gamma Quadrant,

our position here is vulnerable.

I'll deal with the minefields.

I assume Captain Sisko removed
or destroyed everything of value.

Not everything.

What is that?

A message... from Sisko.

I don't understand.

He's letting me know...

He'll be back.