BASHIR: You know, if there's anything
I can do for you while you're here...
Oh, you've already been helpful.
Just hearing about Dax makes me
a little less nervous about the whole thing.
Really? There's no reason to be nervous.
Jadzia will be a wonderful host...
Well, that is, she is a wonderful host
in a Trill manner of speaking.
I'm sure you'll learn a lot from her.
She sounds very different
from the other Daxes I have heard about.
In what fashion?
Let me put it this way.
When I was told that Jadzia Dax
had been designated my field docent
I asked for reassignment.
You're joking!
Why?
Because Dax is famous for breaking initiates.
Breaking them?
I looked up the records.
Over the past 200 years
Dax has personally eliminated
57 host candidates from the program.
I suppose it's too late
to introduce myself to her.
Too late? I doubt it.
Jadzia's a night owl.
Computer, locate Lieutenant Dax.
Lieutenant Dax is on Level 7, Section 5.
Ah, of course.
Then take us to Level 7, Section 5.
That's the computer's way
of telling us she's in Quark's.
Over 5,000 candidates
qualify for the training program each year.
Only 300 symbionts are available
on the average.
It doesn't take much for one of us
to get knocked out of consideration.
The administrators only want hosts who are...
( shouting )
QUARK: Acquire!
Confront!
( cries of dismay )
the best and the brightest.
It's the ears!
Every time he goes to acquire
he scratches behind his left ear, like this.
Don't play with my ears...
unless you're serious about it.
Jadzia...
you have a guest.
Oh, you're not supposed to be here till tomorrow.
Yes, ma'am.
I caught a transport from Starbase 41 a day early.
We found ourselves sitting
next to each other on the way here.
I've been telling Arjin all about you.
Really?
Well, not quite all about you.
Do you play tongo, Arjin?
Tongo?
No, sir.
Then you'll have to leave, Arjin.
The risk's to you, Lieutenant.
Shame on you, Quark.
Where are your manners?
This is a Trill initiate you're speaking to.
Of course he doesn't play tongo.
( sighs )
I beg your pardon.
So, we'll have to teach him.
Actually, it is very easy to learn.
How much money did you bring with you?
Give the young fellow a seat.
You, out!
It was a very long trip.
I think perhaps I should...
Oh, of course, you're tired.
I'll take you to your quarters.
Roll me away, fellows.
We can't roll you away.
They're sore losers.
You can't quit now. You just won!
Female!
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( door chimes )
Yes?
Oh... I'm sorry.
I thought this was Lieutenant Dax's quarters.
She's in the shower.
Oh... well, uh, in that case...
Is she expecting you?
Yes, my name is Arjin.
She told me I should be here at 0800...
DAX: Is that Arjin?
You're early again, Arjin.
We're going to have to work on that.
I can come back.
Don't be silly. Come in.
I'll only be a minute.
It always takes me longer to get ready as a female.
I have to go.
I have to be at Caledonia IV by tomorrow.
When's my rematch?
Oh, I'll be back next week.
It was fun. Brutal, but fun.
Safe trip!
The replicator makes a decent citrus blend.
Thanks, but I've already had something to eat.
Would you get me a Black Hole?
A what?
A Black Hole— it's a Ferengi drink.
A bartender I've known for a hundred years
introduced it to Curzon.
Or was it Lela?
Well, it was ages ago.
Try one. You might like it.
Computer, black hole.
DAX: Oh, my muscles are so sore.
Did you ever wrestle
Galeo-Manada style, Arjin?
Wrestle?
DAX: You should.
It's a great way to start the day.
It makes you more alert.
I'll set you up with Trajok.
He's a great coach.
Okay.
Mmm... better.
So, you don't play tongo...
you don't wrestle.
What are we going to do while you're here?
Well, I was under the impression
that field training consisted of...
I know all about field training.
Jadzia went through it a few years ago.
Yes, ma'am.
Arjin, if you truly want to become a Trill host someday
you'll never call me "ma'am" again.
Yes... Lieutenant.
Why don't you try "Jadzia"?
If you think that's appropriate.
Oh, I'm sure it isn't appropriate at all.
But then, I hate to be appropriate.
( thump and cry of pain )
Nothing!
Ah!
Over here, Chief.
No.
All right, come to Papa.
Major?
Voles, sir.
Voles?
A Cardassian legacy.
They weren't bothering us
till we started moving into areas of the station
that they've been hiding in.
Now they're spreading out all over the place.
They seem to be attracted to electromagnetic fields.
Give me a hand, Major, will you?
Phasers on stun, Mr. O'Brien.
I want those voles taken alive.
Benjamin, I'd like you to meet Arjin
the host candidate I told you about.
Commander Benjamin Sisko.
Sir.
And that's our First Officer
Major Kira, and Chief Engineer O'Brien
conducting repairs?
Chasing Cardassian voles.
Really?
I've never seen a Cardassian vole.
Oh...
be my guest.
So, you're the one who picked the black marble.
Sir?
Field training with Dax
was the nightmare of the initiate corps.
DAX: That was Curzon Dax.
( phaser fires )
Gotcha!
Arjin, here.
Spectacular, isn't it?
Uh... it's amazing.
Computer, play something by Frenchotte.
Frenchotte?
A self-exiled Romulan.
I collect forgotten composers.
( classical music plays )
You feel like taking the controls?
I've never flown a Federation runabout before.
These things practically fly themselves.
You have third-level flight experience, don't you?
Actually, I just finished my fifth level last month.
Fifth! I didn't finish third until...
Your last year of training.
You've been studying up on me, Arjin.
Well, I can't say that I blame you.
I did the same thing when I found out
who my field docent was going to be.
And how did you feel when you found out
it was going to be Curzon Dax?
"Nauseous" might be
the best description.
I suppose it wouldn't be fair for you to give me a few tips.
Tips?
On how you managed to impress him.
Look, let's get one thing straight.
I'm not Curzon or Lela or any of the others.
I'm Jadzia Dax.
Jadzia is only a few years older than you are.
You're her first initiate.
To be honest, in a lot of ways
I still feel like an initiate, myself.
I can still remember the pressure of competition
when Jadzia was going through it.
And I'm not going to make this difficult for you.
You don't have to impress me, okay?
Okay.
So, how did you?
Impress him?
I didn't.
Curzon recommended that my initiate period be terminated.
I've got it! Engaging manual stabilizers.
Shutting down all engines.
Computer, analyze stability loss.
Stability loss was due to an impact
by a subspace interphase pocket.
Nature of interphase pocket?
Unknown.
Damage report.
Starboard nacelle nonfunctional.
Maximum available power 50 percent.
Jadzia...
you better take a look at this.
DAX: Looks like we snagged something
from that subspace pocket.
Computer, identify mass on the starboard nacelle.
Unknown.
Maybe we could create
some kind of EM pathway along the inner hull
and try to lure them into a trap.
Uh-huh, but how could you do that
without shutting down all the other power systems?
I can't, and it would take days to round them all up.
We'd have to evacuate the station.
The only other thing I can come up with
is a directional sonic generator.
Now, I can adjust it to a frequency
that'll be uncomfortable to their ears
and drive them out of hiding, one at a time.
But, at that rate, I'll be doing this
for the rest of my tour of duty.
It ran right across a dabo table!
How did it die?
Get into your food?
As landlords, you're responsible for this.
I expect vermin control, or I'm going to have to...
Leave? Oh, please say, "Leave."
I'd take a Cardassian vole over you any day.
The girl insists on fighting
her latent attraction to me.
( laughs raucously )
What are you going to do about these pests, O'Brien?
Relax, Quark.
We're working on something new
that ought to make the voles beg for mercy.
What is it?
Well, a sonic...
( screaming in pain )
Stop!
You all right?
Are you all right?
What?
Chief, the Mekong just came back
through the wormhole.
They're showing damage.
Open a channel, Major.
Put them on screen.
Are you all right, Dax?
Our power reserves are gone.
We could use a tow.
What happened?
Not exactly sure.
We picked up some kind of subspace seaweed
on our starboard nacelle.
We couldn't get rid of it without causing further damage.
You can shut down your engines, Lieutenant.
We'll bring you into Pad D.
Set up a containment chamber in the Science Lab
for me, would you, Chief?
When we get this thing untangled
I'd like to study it under controlled conditions.
We'll need a couple of hours.
Morning will be fine.
That'll give Arjin and me a little time to recoup.
Acknowledged.
Stop by and fill me in later.
Mekong out.
Come on, I'll take you to dinner.
♪ Ak'la bella Doo-oo ♪
♪ bella Ak'la Doo-oo ♪
♪ la suhm la suhm ♪
♪ l'Kahtra la suhm... ♪
♪ Ak'la bella Doo-oo! ♪
She taught that to me.
Can you believe it?
A Klingon song I'd never heard.
She collects lost composers.
Ak un lach'tel?
Doko, Doko, un Koliay Trill.
( laughs )
Don't get any ideas.
She's mine.
You haven't touched your racht.
No, I have.
It's interesting.
No, you've moved it around your plate
to make it look like you've touched it.
I didn't have to move it. It moved itself.
Arjin, if this didn't appeal to you
why didn't you say something?
No, it's all right.
I wasn't really very hungry, anyway.
Speak up for yourself while you're here, okay?
I'll make a concerted effort.
So... who sponsored you for the program?
My father.
Was he joined?
No, but he had great ambitions for his children.
He was a pilot instructor at the Gedana post for 40 years.
He died last year.
I see where you got your flight skills.
My sister was always his choice for joining
but after she got accepted to the program
she ran off and got married.
My father never spoke to her again.
On the day that he died
he turned to me, and he said
"I'm counting on you."
His last words to me.
Did he want you to enter Starfleet after joining?
To put your flight training to good use?
Honestly, he couldn't care less what I did afterwards
as long as I became joined.
That was his only goal.
And what about your goals?
There are so many possibilities when you're joined.
I'm not sure what I'd do yet.
I figured I'd get a lot of guidance
from the symbiont, wouldn't you say?
Well, a symbiont's influence is
very strong, Arjin, but you're the host.
You've got to be strong enough
to balance that influence with your own instincts.
If you can't, the symbiont will overwhelm your personality.
Oh, they are a nuisance, aren't they?
I was hoping you found a way to deal with them.
Federation technology isn't up to the task, eh?
Look, I just thought in the interests
of good relations, you might...
You've got the station. You've got the voles.
By the way, their mating season
begins in about six weeks.
Thanks for your help.
The Federation could always withdraw from Baj...
What's this?
Got me. It's from Julian.
He called it the solution you've been looking for.
"It worked in Hamlin."
Very funny.
Your move.
Your seaweed's been safely transported to the Science Lab.
Did you take a look at it?
Mm-hmm. What do you think?
We did as much analysis on the runabout as we could.
None of the matter would scan.
We'll do more tests tomorrow.
How did your initiate come through the experience?
Fine.
He's a good pilot.
Uh-oh.
What?
I know that look.
What look?
That look, old man.
The one that says
"This one isn't going to make it."
Not because of me.
But you have your doubts.
I have my doubts.
What is his problem?
I'm not sure what he brings as a host
how he'll advance a symbiont
to the next level.
Frankly, he's more than a little arrogant, Benjamin.
Is he?
Okay, for a Trill, that's to be expected.
Check. But he's riding his father's ambitions
and he doesn't have any idea
what he'd do with a symbiont if he got one.
Have you confronted him?
It's not my job to confront him.
Isn't it?
My job is to show him what it's like
to function as a joined Trill— that's all.
I can show you the guidelines.
They're very clear.
Mm-hmm.
Who am I to confront him?
You're Dax.
Yes, but I'm not Curzon Dax
and I won't do to him what Curzon did to me.
So...
what are you going to do?
This kid has to measure up soon
or he'll never be chosen.
True?
So, you're not doing him any favors
by avoiding a confrontation, are you?
Curzon was tough—
maybe even abusive in his own charming way—
but he always demanded
the highest standards of excellence
from these host candidates.
You don't know what he did to me.
I know you made it through the program.
No thanks to him.
Are you sure?
Voles have eaten through the security field's energy lines.
No telling how long it will take me to set up another field.
So, nothing is secure on this station anymore?
Is there any reason to believe
there's an imminent threat from this?
Not as far as I can tell, but I can't tell you a lot yet.
I want to know what we're dealing with
as soon as possible.
I'll schedule a briefing for 1400 hours.
And take those phasers off stun, Chief!
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Arjin, how's your astrophysics profile?
It's one of my better subjects.
Maybe that's why I was sent here to work with you.
Set me up a gravimetric microprobe.
I need to calibrate the energy profile.
Jadzia...
I felt that last night
maybe I didn't express myself well about my own goals.
I think you expressed yourself very clearly.
I just didn't want you to think
that I hadn't set any goals for post-joining.
I have thought about Starfleet.
With my flight training, it would be a perfect...
Starfleet is a career. A pilot is a job.
What does that have to do with being joined?
I'm not sure I understand.
No, I don't think you do.
I'm sorry?
I think you're telling me what I want to hear.
That's not true.
I think you went to your quarters last night
and you tossed and turned in bed
because you knew some of the things
you said to me concerned me.
And now you're trying to fix it.
I'm... I'm just trying to clarify...
I know what it's like.
I've tossed and turned myself.
Please don't insult me by denying it.
I'm finished.
Let's run a phase variant analysis.
I'm worried about you, Arjin.
Worried?
I'm worried you're not preparing yourself
for being joined.
That's it?
A day and a half, and you've made up your mind.
I didn't say that.
Look, you've gotten this far
by anticipating every demand of the program
and performing above everyone's expectations, am I right?
I'd like to think that's true.
And I'm telling you, from this point on
that's not going to be good enough.
( console bleeping )
Highly structured, but it doesn't seem to conform
to any of our physical laws.
Computer, run a spectral line profile analysis.
Spectral analysis will take approximately seven minutes.
Just to... speak up for myself
I'm feeling a little betrayed here.
I mean, after your impassioned
"I am Jadzia, fellow initiate" speech in the runabout...
I understand
why you feel that way
but this isn't about me.
This is about the standards for Trill hosts.
The opportunity is too rare and too important
to waste on the wrong candidate.
And in your mind, I'm a wrong candidate.
I don't know that yet.
But I felt it only fair to let you know I am worried about you.
I see.
I should have known this.
I should have realized this.
You're Dax.
"Standards for Trill hosts"?
That is really incredible coming from you.
I have never seen any host in my life
who is so far below those standards as you are, ma'am.
No wonder
Curzon Dax tried to terminate your training.
I was finally able to read the EM flux.
There are high plasma concentrations
in a rapidly-expanding mass.
How rapidly?
The energy buildup
is already straining the containment chamber.
On top of that, the mass periodically undergoes
phased expansions
and grows in spurts.
It's a very specific growth pattern
that the computer recognized.
Recognized as what?
The expansion patterns of a universe.
What?
A universe?
What we have here, Benjamin, is a protouniverse
in its earliest stages of formation.
Unfortunately, as it grows
it's displacing our own universe.
Can we get it back where it came from?
This has turned into an energy mass
with properties that don't conform
to our own laws of nature.
I have no idea what might happen
if we tried to move it
let alone take it back into the wormhole.
Even if we get it there
the wormhole's verteron nodes
would probably interact with the energy fluctuations
of the protouniverse, causing a devastating reaction.
It could threaten this whole system.
And if we don't do anything
it'll eventually obliterate this system, and beyond.
Can't we contain it somehow?
DAX: Not without destroying it.
Under the circumstances
that sounds like a pretty good option to me.
We can create a force field that will contain it.
If we can suppress it long enough
the feedback pressure should create an implosive wave.
It would self-destruct.
How long before the next phase of expansion?
About three hours.
The collateral shock waves will probably destroy the lab.
Can we get this containment field ready by then?
Yes, sir.
Have Odo evacuate Section 14.
Dismissed.
Ah...
Another?
Just keep pouring until I drown.
Sounds pretty serious.
Serious?
No.
I just threw my whole life out a porthole—
nothing serious.
There isn't a problem in the world
that can't be fixed by the right holosuite program.
Never trust a Trill, Quark.
Why not?
They're... two-faced.
Does that go for all Trills
or just for the ones with the worm?
Any worm named Dax.
Did she break your heart, son?
What?
Mine, too.
And Bashir is in here every other day
crying into his synthale over her.
The Promenade is littered with the bodies...
It was me.
My career, my life...
Wait a minute.
Is this about all that "initiate" stuff?
She told me I wasn't preparing myself to join.
With the worm? So, that's her opinion.
What's that worth, anyhow?
A bad recommendation
from your field docent, and you can forget it.
Listen, son, when I was a young man, no older than you
I had an apprentice position with the district sub-nagus.
I licked his boots like you couldn't believe.
He loved me. I was his golden boy.
I was on the high road
to the top of the Ferengi business world
and then, it all fell apart.
How?
Rule of Acquisition 112:
"Never have sex with the boss' sister."
I was fired, broke.
It was quite a setback to my ambitions.
Well... how did you recover?
Never did.
Look at me—
tending bar out here in wormhole junction
while the big boys fly by me at warp speed.
You only get one shot at the latinum stairway.
If you miss it, you miss it.
Welcome to the club, son.
Well... thanks.
Glad I could help.
Computer, confirm the localized entropy decrease
in the energy mass.
Confirmed.
How much have the readings decreased in the last hour?
Localized entropy readings have decreased 12 percent
during the last 58 minutes.
This can't be right.
The whole thermodynamic structure
would have to be changing.
Activate a quantometer probe.
Verify filter calibration.
Filter calibration verified.
Set energy flux resolution to.1 microdyne.
Begin high-resolution energy scans.
There must be a malfunction in the sensors.
Computer, run a self-diagnostic
and check quantometer calibration.
Calibration is locked and normal.
Diagnostic underway.
Are there any feedback anomalies in the dynametric array?
Negative.
What's the feedback reading?
Feedback reading is zero.
Diagnostic complete.
Sensors are functioning normally.
Odo to Sisko.
Yes, Odo?
Section 14 has been evacuated.
Acknowledged.
Mr. O'Brien?
Just finishing, Commander.
Sisko to Dax.
We're preparing to establish
the containment field.
I want you out of the lab during this.
I'm already out, Benjamin
but I'm not sure you're going to want to do this now.
Why not?
I found indications of life in the protouniverse.
DAX: Non-random thermodynamics...
irregular power consumption.
The computer's confirmed it. These are life signs.
Now, wait a minute.
Single-cell microbes are life-forms, too
but Dr. Bashir has a hypospray that'll kill them
to say nothing of the voles.
Kira, we could very well
be dealing with intelligent life here.
Well, how is that possible?
You told us that this protouniverse was just formed.
It's quite possible.
We may have only experienced hours
since this universe was formed
but there's no way of knowing
how fast time is moving for them.
Theoretically
billions of years may have passed.
An entire evolution of a species
might have taken place
within the last few hours.
It's possible.
O'BRIEN: O'Brien to Sisko.
Go ahead, Chief.
Commander, if we're going to implement
that containment field, we'd better do it now.
In two minutes, this thing's going to expand.
Get your people out of there, Chief.
We're not going to put up the containment field.
Aye, sir.
Commander, this is only
going to delay the inevitable.
Take us to Yellow Alert, Major.
Move the repair crews into position.
COMPUTER: Warning, hull breach.
Level 22, Section 14.
Sisko to O'Brien.
Seal off Section 14.
Move your repair crews in.
Aye, sir.
How long before the next expansion?
Roughly five hours.
How much will it expand?
About 300 percent.
We'll lose a whole section of the station.
By tomorrow, the station will be gone.
We could beam them into space—
give us some more time
to come up with a solution.
KIRA: We already have a solution
and the longer we wait
the harder it's going to be to implement it.
I'm sorry, but it's us or them.
We have to destroy it.
You can't just wipe out a civilization.
We'd be committing mass murder.
It's like stepping on ants, Odo.
I don't step on ants, Major.
Just because we don't understand
a life-form, doesn't mean we can destroy it.
Well, do you have a better idea?
Does anyone?
I'll give you my decision in an hour.
SISKO: Personal Log, supplemental.
One hour.
One hour to make a decision
that could mean the life or death of a civilization
or the end to our own.
My mind keeps going back to the Borg.
How I despised their indifference
as they tried to exterminate us.
And I have to ask myself, "Would I be any different
if I destroyed another universe to preserve my own?"
Hey.
Hi, Dad.
What are you doing back so early?
I just wanted to see you.
He told you, didn't he?
Told me what?
Chief O'Brien. Darn it, he promised.
If there's something you want to tell me
I want to hear it.
I love her, Dad.
Okay.
She's everything I ever wanted in a woman.
I'm sure she's a wonderful girl.
Oh, she's not a girl; she's a woman.
She doesn't like to be called a "girl."
Everyone calls her that, and she hates it.
She wants to be something better than that.
Than what?
Than a dabo girl.
You're in love with a dabo girl?
Wait a minute.
You said Chief O'Brien told you that...
No, I didn't.
Who is she, and how old is she, Jake?
Oh, geez...
I wanted to tell you
but I was sure you wouldn't understand.
So now, you're hiding things from me?
Of course not.
It's Mardah, isn't it?
The one you've been tutoring in entomology.
I really want you to meet her, Dad.
I really want to meet her.
Can I invite her to dinner tonight?
No.
Not tonight.
But soon.
Thanks, Dad.
You'll love her.
DAX: What's so interesting in there?
I can see my future.
I wouldn't trust a glass of synthale
to tell you the future.
Let's just get this over with, okay?
Just use a sharp blade, so I won't feel it.
You don't know me as well as you think you do.
I'm sure you looked at all the training profiles
but that doesn't tell you who Jadzia really was
before she was joined.
She was the quietest, shyest
most withdrawn young woman you've ever known.
Brilliant... top grades...
and not a clue to what life was about.
She had never lived outside the program
and it didn't matter
because she was sailing through it.
Until she met Curzon Dax.
Curzon sized her up in about 20 seconds
and made the next two weeks the most miserable of her life.
She cried herself to sleep every night.
She hated him for it.
But when the field training was over
and she learned about Curzon's recommendation
to terminate her from the program
she went back a different woman.
She found her voice and reapplied.
She tore through the program with a passion, a vengeance.
And in the end
the administrators chose her for joining.
How did you wind up with the Dax symbiont?
When I found out
Curzon was dying, I requested the Dax symbiont.
And Curzon didn't object?
No.
And I've never been sure quite why.
Except, as I've come to know Curzon's dark sense of humor
I have a feeling the irony might have appealed to him.
Jadzia Dax is not Curzon Dax.
But I am Dax
and I am slowly coming to terms with what that means to me.
Sometimes it means gambling or wrestling.
Sometimes it means waking up an initiate
before he slides into the middle of the pack and gets overlooked.
You're giving me another chance?
You are the only one who can give yourself another chance.
You can't simply do this anymore
to meet other people's expectations—
not your father's, not your teachers', not mine.
You need to discover
what Arjin wants out of life, out of joining.
SISKO: Lieutenant...
we'll try to take it back through the wormhole.
How soon can you be ready?
I want to be sure the containment field
can block out any verteron-node radiation
as we pass through it.
Uh, about two hours?
Better get started.
Wouldn't hurt to have a level-five pilot along.
Chief?
The containment field is in place and holding, sir
but I'd like to run a practical test
on the verteron integrity.
"Like to" or "need to"?
That thing expands again in less than an hour.
Well, this is the strongest force field
I know how to construct, sir.
The test would at least give us the odds
of getting it through the wormhole intact.
I'm not playing the odds today.
Sisko to Rio Grande. Your status?
DAX: Systems check complete.
Auxiliary power to shields.
I'd say we're packed and ready to go, Benjamin.
Ready transporter.
Locking onto the containment field.
Energize.
Chief, we're getting a phase variation here.
Stand by.
The energy fluctuations are driving the transporter crazy.
We've got it now.
Switching your transporter to secure mode.
O'BRIEN: Readings are stable.
When you're ready, Dax.
Take us out gently, Arjin.
Firing thrusters.
O'BRIEN: Energy readings from the containment field are holding.
Take us to 50 kph.
Confirmed, 17 seconds to wormhole.
Hold at 50 kph.
Ten seconds to the wormhole.
Reading higher levels of neutrino activity.
A short cross to the other side
and we're home free.
Rio Grande to Ops.
Com links will terminate in five seconds.
See you later.
Acknowledged, Rio Grande.
May the Prophets guide you.
Containment-field stability is down to 85 percent.
Every time we pass through a verteron node
there's resonance leakage from the energy mass.
In 20 seconds, we'll be out of here.
We'll never make it.
Field stability is down to 65 percent and falling.
We've got to kill our forward acceleration now!
All engines stop.
38 percent stability, still falling...
26 percent...
Computer, thrusters on reverse, two-second burst.
All stop.
It's stabilizing.
The containment field is at 27 percent.
26 percent and holding.
Now what?
Well, we can't stay here.
In 42 minutes, that energy mass expands.
And once it intersects
with one of those verteron nodes
they'll feel the result in the Cardassian home world.
But the containment field is so weak now
it will fail as soon as we start to move again.
Then, I guess we'll just have to let it fail.
Let it fail?
But you said it yourself.
If we pass through even one of those verteron nodes
without the containment field, the energy mass will explode.
Then we'll just have to avoid them.
You're talking about precision flying
through a wormhole.
It's never been done.
Until now.
Jadzia...
I'm a level-three pilot.
You're a level-five.
I'll do it if I have to, but I don't have time to argue.
Watch the conn read-outs.
I'll try to keep at least 50 meters away from any node.
Understood.
Computer, calibrate internal scanners
to detect verteron radiation in the cabin.
Activate sonic indicators.
Verteron levels are well within safe limits.
We'll start with one short thruster blast
and we'll coast through.
That'll protect the containment field for a few extra seconds.
I'm taking the inertial dampers off-line.
It'll be a rougher ride
but it'll have
a little more response time.
Firing thrusters.
Velocity is at 40 meters per second.
COMPUTER: Warning, containment field at 10 percent.
60 seconds to Gamma.
Node to starboard
bearing 037 mark 7.
Firing starboard thruster.
COMPUTER: Warning.
Containment field has collapsed.
No more margin for error.
45 seconds to Gamma.
Node to port, bearing 030 mark 51.
I've got it.
35 seconds to Gamma.
Verteron levels are still okay.
Jadzia, look at this.
We're never going to get through it.
Reading a passage.
Adjust heading to 130 mark 47.
Confirmed.
Sensors say it's directly ahead.
I don't see it.
Hold your course.
I don't see it!
I see it!
It's less than 17 meters across.
The ship is only 14 meters wide.
That gives you over two meters to work with.
Verteron levels are red-lining.
Five seconds to Gamma.
This is going to look very good on your initiate record, Arjin.
Now, let's get this thing
back where it belongs.
There's one thing I want to do before I go
and that is to apologize
for the things I said to you in the lab.
That was the first time you were being honest with me.
Somehow, I always expected that joining would make any Trill...
complete, serene, wise beyond her years.
And I'm none of those things?
What I mean is, you're nothing like I expected.
I'm nothing like I expected.
Life after life—
with each new personality
stampeding around in your head—
you get desires that scare you
dreams that used to belong to someone else.
I wouldn't recommend it for everyone
but, in time, I might recommend it for you—
when you're ready.
I know what I have to do.
Good luck.
Thank you.
I'm not Curzon.
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