SISKO: Captain's Log, supplemental.
O'Brien needed three days to restore main power
to our commandeered Dominion ship
but he's not going to get them.
Sensors have detected two Jem'Hadar fighters
heading our way, and without main power
our chances of survival are slim to none.
Try it now.
Reroute the damned gyrodyne
through the damned thruster array.
Got it.
Mr. Garak, where are those ships now?
Bearing 310 mark 215, still closing.
O'BRIEN: Nog, did you reroute that damned gyrodyne?
NOG: I'm trying, but the damned thruster array
won't take the input.
Try the lateral impulse thrusters.
And watch your mouth.
Access the auxiliary core
through the starboard engineering console.
I've already tried that.
Still no power to weapons or shields.
Dax, there's a dark matter nebula
60 degrees above the bow.
Can we reach it?
Yes, but that nebula's never been charted.
We don't know what's in there.
The Jem'Hadar ships are entering weapons range.
Dax!
Get us into the nebula.
Full impulse!
( yells )
Sisko to Bashir, medical emergency.
Helm control's gone.
Okay, all right.
You'll be feeling better any second now.
She's got a puncture of the right abdominal cavity.
It looks as thought the symbiont may have been injured.
Sensors are gone, impulse engines off-line.
In fact, everything's off-line.
Emergency power's holding for now.
Mr. Garak, take a look outside.
Just a moment.
SISKO: Chief, what happened?
O'BRIEN: I don't know.
We must have been hit by some kind
of gravitational spike in the—
Oh, no!
Mr. Garak?
Hold on!
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We have established a defense perimeter
around the entrance to the cavern.
I have sent two patrols to reconnoiter the shoreline
in both directions.
The Vorta's condition has worsened.
He will die soon.
What about the First and the Second?
I vaporized their bodies myself
and redistributed their equipment
to the rest of the men.
You are now the First.
No. I questioned the Vorta's orders.
He will not forget that.
As long as he lives, I will remain Third.
You were right to question him.
If he had not ordered us into the nebula two days ago
we would not have crashed.
It was not my place.
Remember, obedience brings victory.
And victory is life.
Until we reestablish communications
we will hold this world for the Dominion.
And if we cannot reestablish communications?
Then we will hold this world for the Dominion...
until we die.
( coughing )
( coughing and gasping )
Cadet, this is no time
to lie down on the job.
( coughs )
SISKO: Heave!
( all groaning )
One more, now— heave!
( all sighing and panting )
All right, how is she?
She's stable for now.
Garak! I need a hand.
Oh, no.
What?
I don't believe it.
What?
I tore my pants.
You... you tore your pants.
Yeah, I tore my pants.
( chuckling )
( laughing ): I guess...
I guess I'm really in trouble now, huh?
( all laughing )
COMPUTER: The time is 0500 hours.
( call button beeps )
Thank you, Mavek.
VORTA: This must be
quite gratifying for you
but I've decided not to give you the pleasure of watching me die
in this foul-smelling cavern.
I intend to live.
I understand.
How long until we've reestablished communications?
Seventh Yak'Talon estimates that it will take at least ten days
before we can attempt a low-power test.
Ten days.
( coughs )
It is time for the white.
( groans )
Third Remata'Klan...
can you vouch for the loyalty of your men?
We pledge our loyalty to the Founders
from now until death.
Then receive this reward from the Founders.
May it keep you strong.
Only one?
Keep your place.
This case of white must last until we're rescued—
at least ten days
possibly more.
I will ration the supply.
Don't worry.
I am the Vorta.
I will take care of you all.
( coughs weakly )
GARAK: Lucky for you, it ripped on the seam.
Can you fix it?
Unlucky for you
my sewing kit went down with the ship.
WOMAN: Maybe someone could go get it.
The ship's only about 500 meters below the surface.
O'BRIEN: How long can you hold your breath, Cadet?
Madame, your pants are ready.
Your boots and vest will take a little longer.
While you wait
I might suggest that you browse
through the hotel's gift shop.
No, thank you
but I would like to lodge a complaint.
Hmm?
This bed is as hard as a rock.
I will make note of that.
What's the prognosis?
Guarded, but good.
The bleeding's stopped
and I've repaired all the internal injuries.
The damage to the symbiont
is a little harder to diagnose.
Given enough rest
I think they'll both make a full recovery.
In other words, I'm going to be staring at this cave ceiling
for the rest of my stay.
Lucky for you, they have 24-hour room service.
( giggles, then gasps in pain )
I will get you
out of here, old man, I promise.
I'm going to hold you to that one, Benjamin.
( tricorders beeping softly )
What are you doing?
Following orders.
Captain told us to scan the area for fresh water and vegetation—
You know precisely
what I mean.
You're deliberately staying behind me
and I want to know why.
Does this have anything to do
with that unfortunate business between you and me last year?
You tied me up and threatened to kill me.
There were extenuating circumstances.
It happened.
So you can either stay in front of me or walk beside me
but I won't turn my back on you again.
Cadet, there may be hope for you yet.
( beeping loudly )
What is it?
I'm not sure, but—
Now I'm sure.
How many others are there in your unit?
Nog—
Cadet Third Class, serial number CX-937—
Shut up.
As I tried to explain to your men
my name is Kamar, and I'm a member
of the Cardassian Intelligence Bureau—
what used to be called the Obsidian Order.
A week ago, as I was performing my duties
in the glorious service of the Founders
I was captured by the USS Centaur.
I was held aboard
one of their shuttles when we were forced—
Excuse me, Mr. Kamar—
if that's really your name—
but if you're one of our allies, why were you wearing this?
Ah.
I was hoping you weren't going to ask me about that.
I only have one further question for you.
Is there a doctor in your unit?
Yes.
Garak!
Don't be too hard on him, young man.
He just saved your life.
Take them to a secure area.
( breathing shallowly )
Third...
I have a mission for you.
I want you to find the Starfleet unit
but do not engage them.
Locate them...
assess their strength and then report back to me.
I understand.
No, you don't.
But that's all right.
It's not important that you understand—
only that you carry out my instructions precisely.
Obedience brings victory.
Yes...
yes, it does.
Go.
JAKE: I understand that a decision's been made
to send 4,000 Dominion facilitators down to Bajor.
Would you care to elaborate?
It's only 400, and how did you hear about that?
The official announcement
isn't scheduled until tomorrow.
I hear things.
So could you elaborate?
My readers want to know what's going on.
You don't have any readers.
Weyoun is still blocking
the transmission of your stories.
For now, but what if he changes his mind?
Don't you want to explain
what's going on here to the outside world?
Ever since the war started
Bajor's been completely cut off
from all outside trade.
We've had nowhere to turn
for things like spare parts or medical supplies, nowhere—
except the Dominion.
So a group of facilitators is going to Bajor for a few months
to provide some technical assistance.
How do you respond to critics like Vedek Yassim
who say that by welcoming a group of Vorta to Bajor
you're taking the first step
towards Dominion occupation?
I have been assured
that the facilitators will be unarmed
and unaccompanied by any Jem'Hadar soldiers.
Odo, do you have any concerns
that by joining the Ruling Council here on the station
you're validating the occupation?
The Dominion doesn't need my validation.
They're here, and they're not leaving—
not without a fight, at least.
Are you finished?
Almost, almost.
Will either of you be attending
the demonstration tomorrow?
The what?
Vedek Yassim has organized a demonstration
on the Promenade tomorrow afternoon
to protest the Dominion occupation
of the station.
That's all the excuse Dukat will need
to order a new security crackdown.
I'll talk to Yassim.
So, you're going to abolish the right to protest
here on the station?
Hey, I'm not trying
to accuse you personally of anything.
I'm just asking questions.
I think this interview
is over.
I couldn't agree more.
( sighs )
Wrong question, Jake.
O'BRIEN: I might be able to hard-wire
one of our combadges into this sensor array.
That would give us
a crude transmitter but no power source.
What about draining one of our phasers?
I thought about that, but I need a converter
to bridge the two power cells, and I can't build a converter
without an ion-exchange matrix.
Captain, I think we may have a problem.
Garak and Nog haven't reported in yet
and they're not answering my hails.
Captain, there's a group of life-forms up in the cliffs.
Range 75 meters, elevation 30 meters.
SISKO: That's where I'd be.
Are they Jem'Hadar?
I think so.
Well, let's not make it easy for them.
Tell the Chief to head toward that large outcropping of rocks
at ten o'clock.
Walk, don't run.
( quietly ): Chief...
we need to make for those rocks up ahead.
I can't take it!
Terminate fire!
Terminate!
( weapons fire continues )
You have been ordered to stop firing!
Your orders were clear.
You were not to engage the enemy.
Who fired first?
I did.
You are reduced to Sixth.
You will shroud
and return to base camp.
I am no longer able to shroud myself.
( weapons fire continues )
You, you.
Provide suppression fire as we withdraw.
Understood.
Withdraw!
Remata'Klan
I regret my disobedience.
Are they pulling out?
Looks that way.
Why aren't they camouflaged?
That's a good question.
Let's hope the answer is something in our favor.
Cease fire!
VORTA: Why were my orders disobeyed?
Lack of white produces anxiety among us.
One man
could not restrain himself when he saw the enemy.
Which man?
I have dealt with the matter.
I asked for his name!
He is my responsibility.
His name!
I may not be First, but I am the unit leader.
You may discipline me.
But only I discipline the men.
That is the order of things.
Very well.
I'll leave him to you.
Dismissed.
You've done well, Third.
You may yet become First.
Now...
I have a new task for you.
The Dominion is evil
and the Prophets tell us that evil must be opposed.
You'll get no argument from me, Vedek
but protests and demonstrations aren't going to change anything.
They're just going to cause trouble for everyone.
Then what would you have us do to oppose the Dominion?
I...
I don't think there's anything
you or the other Vedeks can do right now.
I see.
Then as a Bajoran Liaison Officer
what will you be doing to fight the Dominion?
Fighting isn't an option.
This is different than the Cardassian occupation.
Is it?
The Cardassians are in control of the station.
Bajoran freedoms are being curtailed one by one.
And soon the first wave
of alien troops will be landing on our world.
We're talking about unarmed Vorta facilitators.
They come in, they do their job and they're gone.
Can't you see what is happening to you?
You're becoming an apologist for them, a defender of evil.
What will it take to make you act, Kira?
To stop accepting them and start fighting back?
Vedek, you...
you just don't understand.
You are right.
I don't.
Maybe tomorrow...
we will both understand.
We'll set up three defensive positions.
You and Ensign Gordon on the south ridge.
Lieutenant Neeley near the lava tube.
Bashir and I are in the dunes.
I'll stay here and guard my clothes.
Neeley to Captain Sisko.
Go ahead.
A Jem'Hadar soldier has just approached my position, sir.
He says he wants to talk to you... alone.
NEELEY: Sir?
I'm Captain Benjamin Sisko.
Third Remata'Klan.
Two members of your unit
are being held at our base camp.
We'll exchange them for you and your doctor.
Why do you need a doctor?
The Vorta has been severely wounded.
And why me?
The Vorta wishes to speak with you.
Sounds like he wants to trade
two low-ranking prisoners for two more valuable ones.
Would you make a deal like that?
No.
Then why should I?
You shouldn't.
You're not a very good negotiator, are you?
I was not sent to negotiate.
I was instructed only to deliver the terms.
I see.
Well, then, I want to talk
to someone who can negotiate.
I want to speak with your First.
There is no First.
I take it there's no Second either.
I command the unit.
Under the Vorta.
It must be hard...
for a soldier to take orders from a Vorta.
The Vorta command the Jem'Hadar.
That is the order of things.
Obedience brings victory.
I was on a mission with the Jem'Hadar once—
before the war, of course.
Oh, they were good, tough, professional.
It was an honor to serve with them.
But their Vorta, he...
was something different—
manipulative
treacherous...
trusted by neither side.
In the end...
he was killed...
by the Jem'Hadar First.
Surprised?
Such things have been known to happen
but they are rare, and only occur
in units that have lost discipline.
Oh, you mean like a unit
marooned on the shores of a deserted planet.
The Vorta has instructed me to give you his assurance
that neither you nor your doctor will be harmed
and you will both be free to leave
at the end of your meeting.
What is your response?
The word of a Vorta carries very little weight with me.
Can I have your assurance
that we'll be free to go, Remata'Klan?
I have been ordered to let you go free
after your meeting.
You can be assured that I will obey that order.
Very well.
We'll make the trade in one hour.
Agreed.
Sounded like you were actually
getting through to him for a minute there.
You can't break through
all that Dominion conditioning
in just one conversation.
Do you really think you can turn him against his Vorta?
I don't know.
But there were at least seven Jem'Hadar soldiers
up on that ridge this morning—
say at least two more at their base camp
guarding their prisoners and their Vorta.
Without Nog and Mr. Garak on our side
that gives them almost a two-to-one advantage.
I think I'd like to check out now.
So would I, old man.
You may go.
Now, don't get too far ahead, Nog.
We don't want to startle anyone.
Ah, good afternoon, Captain, Doctor.
SISKO: Are you two all right?
GARAK: Perfect. How are you?
BASHIR: Felt better.
Anything yet?
Not yet.
There are two Vedeks inside, but we've seen no indication
they intend to leave the shrine.
What about Yassim?
She hasn't shown up.
Let's hope she doesn't.
The last thing I want to do
is start arresting Bajoran civilians
here on the Promenade.
Don't think there's going to be any story
here for you today, Jake.
You sure?
I got a message from Vedek Yassim
saying the protest was starting at exactly 1400.
It certainly doesn't look like it.
MAN: What's she doing?
Evil must be opposed.
( moans )
Captain Sisko...
my name is Keevan.
We have a lot to talk about.
BASHIR: Not for a while
you don't.
He needs immediate surgery.
Now?
I don't think I have any choice.
I am a doctor.
I'm not going to harm him.
( Keevan sighs )
They're not here to protect me.
They've just never seen
what the inside of a Vorta looks like.
The time is 0500 hours.
Thank you, Mavek.
How was the show?
Informative.
( sighs heavily )
Ah, I am alive.
No self-diagnosis, please.
I'm the doctor here.
Your internal hemorrhaging has stopped.
Your free-collagen levels are dropping.
Tissue growth factors have stabilized nicely
and there's a 50 percent rise in cell oxygenation.
You... are alive.
( moans )
Careful.
Your insides are being held together
by cellular micro-sutures, and... a lot of hope.
Leave us.
And take your men with you.
May I have that case, please?
( labored breathing )
There are ten Jem'Hadar soldiers on this planet, Captain...
and that is the only vial
of ketracel-white we have left.
When it's gone, my hold over them will be broken
and they'll become nothing more
than senseless, violent animals.
They'll kill everyone they can...
me, you, the rest of your men...
and finally turn on each other.
Why are you telling us this?
I'm ordering the Jem'Hadar to attack your base camp
in the morning.
But I will provide you
with their precise plan of attack.
You should be able to kill them all.
They're your own men.
Yes.
You still haven't answered my question.
Why are you doing this?
That... that's a communications system.
It needs repair
but I'm willing to bet that you've brought
one of those famed Starfleet engineers
who can turn rocks into replicators.
He should have a lot more success
at repairing it than a Jem'Hadar suffering from withdrawal.
Once you've taken care
of the Jem'Hadar...
I'll give you the com system
and surrender to you...
as a prisoner of war.
And you spend the war resting comfortably
as a Starfleet POW
while your men lie rotting on this planet.
I see we understand each other.
I'm going to order the Jem'Hadar
to attack your position tomorrow
regardless of whether you agree to my terms or not.
So you can either kill them...
or they'll kill you.
Either way...
they're coming.
And when they've reached this point
we'll have them in a crossfire.
They won't have a chance.
Now, that is the point.
In case you've forgotten, we're in a war.
There are rules, Garak
even in war.
Correction— humans have rules in war.
Rules that tend to make victory
a little harder to achieve, in my opinion.
So we just... shoot them down?
They wouldn't
hesitate if the situation was reversed.
NOG: But we're not the Jem'Hadar.
It is our duty to—
This isn't a vote!
The decision's mine.
And Mr. Garak is right— we are at war.
Given the choice between us and them
there is no choice.
Let's move out.
I'd say good luck
but I... I don't think you're going to need it.
Say it anyway, old man.
I'm still hoping there's another way out of this.
In that case...
good luck, Benjamin.
Damar has been trying to contact you
for the past five hours.
I keep going over it and over it in my mind.
And I can't believe that...
that I stood there...
ready to use force to stop a protest
against the Dominion.
Me.
When I was in the resistance, I despised
people like me.
I'm a collaborator, Odo.
That's not true.
You're doing exactly what Captain Sisko
wanted you and the rest of Bajor to do—
remain neutral and stay out of the fighting.
We used to have a saying in the resistance:
If you're not fighting them, you're helping them.
Half the Alpha Quadrant is out there
right now, fighting for my freedom
but not me.
What am I doing?
Eating a full meal every day
sleeping in a soft bed—
even write reports
for the murderers who run this station.
These are difficult times for everyone.
Do you think it's easy for me
to sit down with Dukat and Weyoun every day
while they plot the destruction of the Federation?
Odo...
I'm not pointing a finger at you.
I'm the one who told you
to get more involved in the first place.
No, this is about me.
This is about being able to get up in the morning
and look in the mirror and not feel nauseated
by what I see.
Yassim was right.
I have to do something.
I have to start to fight back.
That would be a mistake.
Active resistance will trigger a crackdown—
Odo...
I don't want to end up fighting you, too...
but if I have to...
I will.
( sighs )
All right.
But let's find a more discreet place
to plan the new resistance.
SISKO: Remata'Klan!
I want to talk!
Agreed!
Hold this position.
Do not fire
unless they do.
Understood.
There's no way out of this canyon
and we have phasers locked on every one of you.
It appears you have a decisive advantage.
To fight a battle under these circumstances
would serve no purpose.
I'm prepared to offer terms.
Hear me out!
I know you need more ketracel-white.
My doctor can sedate your men
and keep them alive until we're rescued.
After that, we can put you in medical stasis
until we secure a new supply.
The Vorta did not give me the option to surrender.
Keevan's betrayed you!
He gave us your entire plan of attack last night.
It was obvious that approaching your position from this canyon
was a deliberate tactical error on his part.
You knew?
I suspected.
Despite what Keevan may think
the Jem'Hadar are often one step ahead of the Vorta.
You can still stay one step ahead.
Surrender.
I have my orders.
Keevan doesn't deserve
the unwavering loyalty you're giving him.
He does not have to earn my loyalty, Captain.
He has had it from the moment I was conceived.
I am a Jem'Hadar.
He is a Vorta.
It is the order of things.
Do you really want to give up your life
for the order of things?
It is not my life to give up, Captain.
And it never was.
What'd he say?
All the wrong things.
Our death is glory to the Founders.
O'BRIEN: Captain?
You know, Captain
if I had had just two more vials
of white...
you never would've had a chance.
Chief!
Get this...
Take him back to base camp
then get to work on that com system.
Aye, sir.
Lieutenant Neeley!
Sir?
Form a burial detail.
Aye, sir.
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