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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?

32.7.

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's 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.

Uh, 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.

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.

90 isotons
of enriched ultritium.

It should take care
of the entire storage facility

and everything else
within 800 kilometers.

Which means we have to be
900 kilometers away

before the bomb goes off.

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 84 canisters
of white into our cargo bay.

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 1.3 seconds

before the bomb detonates.

Dax?

The computer agrees with Julian.

Of course it does.
They think alike.

Turning over piloting
controls to the main computer.

Set.

Time?

22 seconds until the explosion.

22 seconds.

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?

17 years, two months
and three days...

give or take an hour.