DAX: That's it?
SISKO: That's it.
"The City of B'hala"
painted nearly 20,000 years ago.
Hmm.
Jadzia.
You're looking
at the most important Bajoran icon ever painted—
the only known proof that B'hala ever existed—
and all you have to say is "hmm"?
No.
It's just that you both gave it such a buildup
I thought it would be a lot... bigger.
We've been trying to force the Cardassian government
to return this to us since the end of the occupation.
It's good to have it back.
I thought you said it was going
to be returned to the State Museum in Ilvia.
It will be... tomorrow
but I couldn't let it pass without stealing a look.
Sometimes, being the Emissary isn't such a bad thing.
You see this?
It's a bantaca spire.
Ancient Bajoran cities
were built around them.
They were all about 11 meters high
made from hundreds of stones
carved and fitted so tightly together
they didn't need mortar.
It's said they marked the city's place in the cosmos.
Beautiful markings.
Supposedly, they're
the coordinates of the lost city
but because we can't see
the markings on the other two sides
they're impossible to decipher.
Which is why B'hala is likely to remain lost.
Before you pack it up, have it scanned
into the computer.
You're going to study it?
Maybe see if you can find the lost city?
KIRA: I was just thinking
about Zocal's Third Prophecy.
It said only someone
who had been touched by the Prophets...
could find the ruins of B'hala.
No pressure.
( laughs dismissively )
Computer, magnify grid C-4.
It's a reflection.
Magnify D-2.
Hmm.
Computer, process Sisko image file 3-7-6.
Reduce in size 75 percent.
( chuckles ): Oh.
( softly ): Yes.
Superimpose grid D-2.
Reverse image and enhance.
Sorry to disturb you, Captain, but...
But what?
It's after 3:00 in the morning.
3:00? Already?
Time flies when you're having fun.
Quark, I want you to save this program for me.
What is it?
An ancient puzzle.
You know, Captain
if you like puzzles
I have a wide assortment of pleasure mazes—
and they all come with a surprise in the center.
Never mind, Quark.
I'll save the program myself.
( groans )
Computer, Quark to Infirmary.
Medical emergency in Holosuite 4.
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You said yourself the Captain's all right.
Lucky for you.
Then why am I being arrested?
I already told you it was an accident—
a minor technical difficulty.
You can't arrest someone
for a minor technical difficulty.
No, but I can arrest you for negligence.
Your own records show your holosuites
are in desperate need of maintenance.
Which is what
I've been telling Chief O'Brien for the past week.
I begged him to have Rom fix them
but you know what he said?
"Rom's too busy upgrading the sensor array."
Can you believe that?
Anyone can fix the sensor array
but no one can fix the holosuites
like that idiot brother of mine.
So, you see...
if anyone should be arrested for negligence
it's Chief O'Brien.
Tell it to the magistrate.
Well, there's no sign of any permanent neural damage.
Although, I am reading some odd synaptic potentials.
Let me ask you something.
Does my uniform look any brighter to you?
Yes. Everything does.
Colors seem more intense and shapes more focused.
It's called "post-neural shock syndrome."
Your neural pathways
were overloaded by the plasma burst.
All external stimuli are going to seem more pronounced.
It's going to take a little while
for things to settle down, though
so I'm going to put you on restricted duty
for the next three days
and if you experience any other side effects
such as headaches, dizziness, even nausea
let me know immediately.
Yes.
In the meantime, enjoy the show.
( sighs )
So, did dinner meet
with the Sisko stamp of approval?
Oh, Grandpa would be so proud of you.
I was a little worried I overcooked the lingta roast
but, uh... I'm glad you liked it anyway.
Can I get you anything else?
Oh, no, I'm fine.
I guess, uh... you'll be cooking tomorrow night.
Why is that?
To welcome back Kasidy Yates to the station—
maybe cook some of that jambalaya
that she likes so much.
We'll see.
Dad, Kasidy spent the last six months in prison
for helping the Maquis.
She's paid the price for what she did.
I suppose so.
I just hope you give her a chance, that's all.
You two had something together.
Dad.
Dad, what is it?
These shapes... I know what they are.
DAX: Ops to Captain Sisko.
Go ahead.
Sorry to disturb you, Captain but I have Admiral Whatley
calling from Starfleet Headquarters.
I'll take it in here.
Hello, Ben.
Admiral.
How've you been?
Never better.
Glad to hear it.
I know you've been waiting
for this news for a long time.
I'm glad to be the one who tells you.
Bajor's petition to join the Federation
has been approved.
It's about time.
Congratulations, Ben.
You've done a hell of a job out there.
Thank you.
And we're not the only ones who think so.
The Bajorans requested that the signing ceremony
take place on your station.
So make sure you spruce up
that floating bicycle wheel of yours.
Count on me, and a lot of other brass
showing up for this one, Captain.
QUARK: Shh! Shh!
Shhhh!
Computer, spotlight.
Drumroll!
( drumroll sounds )
( cymbal crash )
"Welcome Klingons."
Not that one.
( crowd aahs and applauds )
I see you're prepared for anything.
Never hurts.
I take it you think the, uh, Federation membership
is going to be good for business?
Of course it is.
This station is going to be busier than an Alvanian beehive.
I'm expecting to do
five times the volume in root beer alone.
You see...
it's all about foot traffic.
The more people come in, the more they drink.
The more they drink, the more they talk.
The more they talk
the more they let slip things that I shouldn't know
and that... oh, that always leads to latinum.
Perhaps so, but there is one problem.
What's that?
There is an ancient Klingon proverb that says
"You cannot loosen a man's tongue with root beer."
It is wonderful news, Vedek Mera.
I'll see you at the signing ceremony.
Enjoying the celebration?
As far as I'm concerned
Starfleet should accept a new member every week.
And you, Major, are you celebrating?
You know, five years ago, I wouldn't have been.
I didn't think Federation membership
was right for Bajor.
It hadn't been that long since the occupation.
I thought it was important
for us to learn to stand on our own two feet.
And what changed your mind?
A lot of things.
My time on the station, my dealings with Starfleet...
but mostly the Captain.
He can be very persuasive.
No doubt about it.
He made me a believer.
Well, I'll drink to that.
Where is the Captain?
I'd like to congratulate him.
Well, he was here for a little while
but I think he went back to the holosuite.
Don't worry, I fixed it.
Captain?
Sir?
Is something wrong?
Captain!
Benjamin!
Major.
Are you all right?
I was there.
Sir?
B'hala.
It was the eve of the Peldor Festival.
I could hear them ringing the temple chimes.
You were dreaming.
No.
I was there.
I could smell the burning bateret leaves
taste the incense on the wind.
I was standing in front of the obelisk
and as I looked up, for one moment
I understood it all—
B'hala, the Orbs, the occupation
the discovery of the wormhole...
the coming war with the Dominion.
You could see the future as well as the past?
For one moment
I could see the pattern that held it all together.
You were having a pagh'tem'far...
a sacred vision.
Hell, I don't know what I had
but it felt... wonderful.
The Prophets chose well
when they made you their Emissary.
So how does it all fit together?
I wish I knew.
Someone woke me up.
I was worried about you.
I understand.
If I found you in the middle of a pagh'tem'far
I'd be worried about you, too.
O'Brien to Captain Sisko.
Go ahead.
Sir, I've just received word
that Kai Winn is on her way to the station.
She should arrive in less than two hours.
Thank you, Chief.
Major Kira will greet her at the airlock.
Make my apologies.
Tell the Kai
that I am busy today, but I'll meet with her tomorrow.
Tell...
Make something up.
Where are you going to be?
Right here.
The answer is in this spire.
I know it.
Kai Winn.
Greetings, my child.
You look... very sweet.
Looks can be deceiving.
But you don't need me to tell you that.
Why isn't the Emissary here to greet me?
I'm afraid Captain Sisko's busy at the moment.
Still basking in the adulation
of Starfleet Command.
Well, something like that.
I'm sure the Federation
is very pleased with the job he's done.
I thought everyone was.
Well, not everyone.
You know, our culture
has had only five short years
to recover from the occupation.
Only five years of freedom.
It hardly seems enough time, does it?
Well, Bajor's still going to be free.
Joining the Federation isn't going to change that.
I see working beside Captain Sisko all these years
has had quite an influence on you.
I have to give you credit.
You just never give up.
I'm sure the Emissary
will consider everything you have to say
and then Bajor's admittance can go forward—
unobstructed.
I await the will of the Prophets.
( sighs )
Yes.
Hello, Ben.
Kasidy.
Jake said I could find you here...
Something wrong?
Uh, no, not at all.
I'm just a little surprised.
I didn't know
you'd be happy to see me.
What are you doing for the next few hours?
I don't know.
I just got here.
Why don't you come to Bajor with me?
Right now?
I think I know where to find B'hala—
the sacred lost city of Bajor.
You see these markings here?
They're a coordinate system
keyed to mark the position of stars
at a certain time of night.
You don't have the faintest idea
of what I'm talking about, do you?
Uh, not a clue.
Well, why don't you come to Bajor
and I will show you.
I'm not even sure where I'm staying yet.
You can have your old quarters.
If you want them.
They're still available?
Everything is just as you left it.
I have some pull with the station's C.O.
Ben...
I've missed you.
I'm glad you're back.
Now, what do you say we go find B'hala?
Somehow, I don't think you'll take no for an answer.
This way.
Uh, we must be 200 meters underground.
I don't want to be negative, Ben
but this doesn't look like a lost city to me.
You're looking at 20,000 years of sediment here.
Come on. Stay close.
We're not far from...
Oh, what's the matter?
It's nothing.
I'll be all right in a second.
Julian said that headaches
might be a side effect of the accident.
Or obsessing over an ancient Bajoran city—
is that a side effect, too?
You're being negative again.
Come on.
It's just around the bend.
What is it?
B'hala.
Ben, it's a wall of stone.
But what's behind the wall?
These quarters are not appropriate
for Admiral Colti.
She outranks Admiral Veta.
Then we'll put her in H-2
Veta in D-9, and Rifkin in K-4.
That will not do.
Rifkin commands a starship.
Protocol requires he be given equal quarters.
But he's only a Captain.
It is naval tradition.
So is keelhauling, but right now
we should focus on accommodations.
Don't you agree, Major?
Major?
Hmm?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to interrupt your reverie.
I was just thinking about Captain Sisko finding B'hala.
Bajoran archaeologists have been searching
for the sacred city for 10,000 years.
He found it in just a few days.
Your gods have granted the Captain a powerful vision.
Or else he made a very lucky guess.
It's a sign.
A sign from the Prophets.
I wonder if the Prophets can help us
find quarters for Captain Rifkin.
I hope I'm not interrupting.
I was wondering, could I have a word with you, Major?
Of course.
Good luck.
I was about to say the same to you.
Child
you and the Emissary are close, are you not?
I consider Captain Sisko a friend.
So you know his mind
how he thinks, how he reacts
in certain situations.
I'm not really sure what you're asking.
I'm asking if you think the Emissary will forgive me.
Forgive you?
For doubting him.
He must have been aware that I never
truly believed he was the Emissary.
I'm sure it crossed his mind.
Well, I was wrong. I know that now.
Only someone touched by the Prophets
could have found B'hala.
Does that mean you're not going to try to block
Bajor's admittance into the Federation?
I'm going to follow the path
the Emissary has laid out for us.
I...
I-I must admit
I'm surprised to hear that.
It takes a lot of courage to admit you're wrong.
And you think I lack courage?
I didn't say that.
But it is what you think.
Those of you who were in the resistance
you're all the same.
You think you're the only ones
who fought the Cardassians.
That you saved Bajor single-handedly.
Perhaps you forget, Major
the Cardassians arrested any Bajoran found
to be teaching the word of the Prophets.
I was in a Cardassian prison camp for five years
and I can remember each and every beating I suffered
and while you had your weapons to protect you
all I had was my faith
and my courage.
Walk with the Prophets, child.
I know I will.
Hello, Admiral.
Ben. So this is the ancient city of Balla.
B'hala.
Missing for 20,000 years, and you found it.
Pretty impressive.
Sure as hell impressed the Bajorans.
How'd you know where to look?
You might say it came to me in a vision.
I know that's
what the Bajorans think
but just between me and you, what really happened?
I know it's hard to understand
but it really was a vision.
For the past few days, I've had
these moments of insights...
flashes of understanding.
And they started after that accident.
I don't know, Ben.
This is a little strange.
You didn't come here to see B'hala, did you, Admiral?
No.
I came to see you
and I was surprised you weren't on the station
when I arrived.
I'm sorry about that.
Not sorry enough
to return my com signals— all three of them.
That could get an officer in a lot of trouble.
Look, Ben...
I need to know that I can count on you.
Now, Bajor's admission is only the beginning.
Now comes the hard part.
Federation Council members have to be chosen.
The Bajoran militia
has to be absorbed into Starfleet.
There are thousands
of details that have to be overseen
and you're our point man here.
That means we need to depend on you more than ever.
Don't worry.
I won't let you down.
I'm glad to hear that.
Now what do you say we get back up to the station?
I can't go back to the station, not just yet.
Why not? I'm sure the Bajorans can take it from here.
Or were you thinking of digging up this entire city
all by yourself?
Charlie...
I just need a little more time.
For what?
For answers.
There's... there's clarity here.
I-I wish I could explain it better
but I can't!
You're scaring me with this, Ben.
I'm a little scared, too, Admiral.
All right.
I'll give you some time
but I want you back on the station by 0700 hours tomorrow.
You're to report to Dr. Bashir for a complete physical.
I'll be there.
Good.
It's 0715.
Where the hell is he?
His runabout only docked 25 minutes ago, sir.
I'm sure he's on his way.
When he gets here
I want you to give him a full workup.
I examined him before he left for Bajor.
He didn't complain of any new symptoms
but my scan still showed the same odd synaptic potentials.
I was hoping the problem would have cured itself by now.
But it hasn't.
I could try neuropolaric induction
but that's a very serious operation
and I'd rather not do that
unless it were absolutely necessary.
So in the meantime, he's going to keep having visions.
I knew we were headed for trouble
the minute he allowed the Bajorans
to call him "Emissary."
He didn't have much choice.
The Bajorans are deeply committed
to their spirituality
not to mention incredibly stubborn.
They believe that Captain Sisko is the Emissary
and nothing's going to change their minds.
( clamoring outside )
I told you he'd be here, sir.
There's no need to worry.
The katterpod harvest will be much better this year.
You don't belong here.
Go home.
( gasping )
( crowd murmuring )
Captain.
What's wrong?
I'm fine.
Admiral.
What is it, Ben?
Your son.
You can stop worrying about him.
He forgives you.
How the hell did he know
that Kevin and I weren't getting along?
He's the Emissary.
That should do it.
I'll have the test results in a few minutes.
Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?
Captain?
Cardassia.
Sir?
That's where it was going— the cloud.
What cloud?
I was on Bajor.
B'hala had been rebuilt.
The people were in the streets celebrating
but then, a shadow covered the sun.
We looked up and saw a cloud filling the sky.
It was a swarm of locusts—
billions of them.
They hovered above the city.
The noise was deafening.
But, just as quickly as they came, they moved on.
Now I know where they were going— Cardassia.
What do you think it means?
I don't know.
At least the swarm
was moving away from Bajor.
That's a good sign— isn't it?
But what do the locusts represent?
And why Cardassia?
You were dreaming
and dreams don't always make sense.
This was no dream.
Captain, why didn't you tell me
about these headaches of yours?
I guess I was too busy.
Well, if you'd stayed... busy much longer
you could have died.
The area of unusual neural activity
has increased another eight percent.
As a result, your basal ganglia are starting to depolarize.
I'm going to have to operate—
try to repolarize
your neural sheaths.
How will that affect my visions?
That's not really the issue here, is it?
It is to me.
Doctor?
Well, there's no way to tell for sure
but I assume if I can complete the procedure
your brain activity will return to normal
and the visions will stop.
Then you can't do it.
Ben, that's ridiculous.
If I don't operate, sir...
you could die.
I understand that
but something is happening to me—
something extraordinary.
I have to see it through.
What do you mean you're not going
to let Dr. Bashir operate on you?
You have to.
Don't you see?
These visions are gifts.
I can't refuse them.
I cannot believe what I'm hearing.
Listen to yourself, Ben, sitting there telling us
that this mystical journey of yours is more important
than watching your son grow up.
Dad, please think about what you're doing.
These visions...
they're not worth dying for.
I remember...
the first time I held you in my hands...
you were only a few minutes old
and I looked down at your face
and it was almost as if I could see
your whole life stretched out
in front of you—
all the joys it would bring
and the bruises...
it was all there
hidden in that scrunched-up little face.
The baby that I'm holding in my hands now...
is the universe itself
and I need time to study its face.
Look at the face of your son now
and then tell me
you're doing the right thing.
( door chimes )
Come in.
It's time, Emissary, if you're ready.
I am.
Ready for what?
WINN: The Emissary
has asked for help in his journey.
I'm providing it.
And you trust her?
Since when?
Jake...
it'll be all right.
I love you—
both of you.
I've never seen the temple so crowded.
Seemed like every Bajoran on the station
was there to pray for the Emissary.
Glad to hear it.
He's going to need all the help he can get
if he's going to survive this.
The Captain is not going to die.
He is the Emissary.
The Prophets will take
care of him.
With all due respect, Major
I'd rather see Julian take care of him.
Chief, I know you're worried
but the Prophets are leading the Emissary
on this path for a reason.
They cannot understand.
Since when did you believe in the Prophets?
What I believe in...
is faith.
Without it, there can be no victory.
If the Captain's faith is strong
he will prevail.
That's not much to bet his life on.
You're wrong.
It's everything.
I hope you're right, Major.
I hope you're right.
He asks for your guidance.
Let him see with your eyes.
Lift the veil of darkness that obscures his path.
Emissary?
I'm ready.
( cries out )
The Orb of Prophecy is very powerful.
It taxes even the healthy.
Are you sure you want to go through with this?
I have to.
I need to bring the visions into focus...
tie them together.
I can't do it alone.
But you're very weak.
Perhaps it would be better to wait till after the signing.
I may not have time.
I need to do it now.
As you wish.
May the Prophets reveal their wisdom to you, Emissary.
He's already an hour late.
He's still consulting the Orb of Prophecy.
How long do these Orb experiences last?
Minutes. Hours. Sometimes days.
Then maybe we shouldn't wait for him.
Do you have any objections to proceeding
without Captain Sisko?
I'm sure the Emissary would want to be here...
but under the circumstances...
May I have your attention?
I've been looking forward to this day for many years
as I'm sure all of you have.
Welcoming a new planet to the Federation
is the happiest assignment an Admiral could hope for.
The Federation is not just a union of planets.
It's much more.
It...
Emissary!
Get him to the Infirmary.
No. I have to tell them.
What is it, Emissary?
Have the Prophets revealed something to you?
Locusts...
they'll destroy Bajor
unless it stands alone.
Ben, what the hell are you talking about?
It's too soon!
Bajor must not join the Federation.
If it does, it will be destroyed.
His entire central nervous system
is depolarizing.
We have to operate immediately.
Then what are you waiting for?
Captain Sisko made it clear
he didn't want surgery.
What are you suggesting, Major?
We stand around and let him die?
It isn't about what I want or what you want.
It's about Captain Sisko
and he told us that he doesn't want anything
interfering with his visions.
Major, these visions may be important
but I think we're all in agreement here
that they are not as important as Captain Sisko's life.
Start the procedures.
It's not that simple.
Captain Sisko refused surgery
and I can't go against the decision of my patient—
not without the express consent
of his closest relative.
I guess that means it's up to me.
Dad...
I know you want to see this thing to the end...
but...
I need you.
I'm sorry.
Do what you have to do.
Prepare for surgery.
I'm afraid I'm going
to have to ask you all to leave.
Nurse.
Any news about the Emissary?
He's still in surgery.
( sighs )
I hope the Prophets will forgive us.
We never should have allowed the Federation to interfere
with the Emissary's visions.
It wasn't the Federation.
It was his son and he had every right
to make that decision.
It was a selfish act.
He's an 18-year-old boy
who doesn't want to lose his father.
What would you have done in his place?
I would trust the Prophets.
Maybe we're the ones who need to trust the Prophets.
For all we know, this is part of their plan.
Maybe... maybe they've told Captain Sisko
everything they want him to know.
Perhaps.
I suppose you heard
that Bajor will not join the Federation today.
The Council
of Ministers has voted to delay acceptance
of Federation membership.
You must be very pleased.
I wish I were
but things are not that simple, not anymore.
Before Captain Sisko found B'hala, my path was clear.
I knew who my enemies were.
But now... now, nothing is certain.
No...
( voice breaking ): No! You took them away!
We had no choice.
You were dying.
I almost had it.
Almost understood it all.
Now it's gone.
( door chimes )
Yes.
How are you feeling?
I'm fine, Admiral.
Look, Ben, it's not too late.
You could contact the Chamber of Ministers—
tell them you were wrong.
Convince them to accept Federation membership.
I can't do that.
The visions may have faded.
Everything I said, everything I did
still feels right.
When I said
that Bajor should wait before it joins the Federation
I have never felt so certain about anything in my life.
I was afraid you would say that, Ben.
I could have your commission for this.
I know.
But considering how the Bajorans feel about you
if I pulled you from this post
we'd probably lose Bajor forever.
( sighs )
Admiral, for what it's worth
I wish things had turned out differently.
So do I.
But it's not over.
One day, Bajor will join the Federation.
That I'm sure of.
Are you speaking as a Starfleet Captain
or as the Emissary of the Prophets?
Both.
In that case
I'll keep the champagne on ice.
( door opens )
Just in time, Dad.
What's this all about?
It's about jambalaya.
We never had that "welcome back" dinner for Kasidy.
Welcome back...
the both of us.
Ben, I can't say I understand
what you've gone through.
I know you feel you've lost something important
and maybe you have.
But believe me...
you've held on to something important as well.
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