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SISKO:
Captain's Log,
Stardate 49904.2.

After driving away
Breen privateers

from the Bajoran colony
of Free Haven

we are returning
to Deep Space 9.

When I was Lela Dax,
I went through the same thing.

Every night, I'd
tuck in my son Ahjess

and two hours later, he'd
crawl into bed with me.

I don't think I slept
through a night for weeks.

Weeks? Molly's been doing this
for two months already.

She just needs
a little attention.

Dax is right.

I'd say she's jealous.

She knows that you and Keiko
are going to have a baby soon.

What makes you
such an expert on children?

First in my class
in pediatric medicine.

I wouldn't sit there

if I were you.
Why?

Miles spill something again?

It's Worf's seat.

He'll be here in a minute.

Just because Worf

lives on the Defiant full-time

doesn't give him proprietary
rights in the Mess Hall.

No one says it does.

He just likes that seat.

Prune juice,
extra large.

Have a seat, Commander.

Thank you.

SISKO:
All senior staff, report
to the Bridge immediately.

( alarm blares )

You'd better have
a look at this.

( people yelling commands
and responses )

KIRA:
Concentrate on the fires
in Section 13.

We have to keep them away
from the plasma conduits.

Has anyone seen
my brother Rom?!

He told me he was
going to be working

in one of the upper
pylons today.

He's fine.

I saw him with one
of the damage-control teams

on Level 5.

Ah, what a relief.

Wait till I find him--
I'll kill him!

For scaring me
like this.

Major, here's a
preliminary list

of the stolen equipment.

SISKO:
Report, Major.

It was a Jem'Hadar
strike team.

They beamed aboard
from a civilian transport

disabled communications
and weapons

set off an explosive device
in Upper Pylon 3.

Fought a number
of small...

This one's gone.

Spinal fracture

and severe trauma
to the cranial meninges.

They raided the Science Lab,
the reactor-control facility

and several cargo bays.

"Microfusion initiators,
photonic amplifiers

EPS power
stabilizers."

They were out of here
and through the wormhole

before we knew
what hit us.

BASHIR:
Constable, how many casualties
do we have?

So far, 18 confirmed dead,
31 missing

and over a hundred wounded.

How long ago did
the Jem'Hadar leave?

Uh... 45 minutes
at the most.

That means their ion trail
hasn't decayed yet.

We could still follow them.

SISKO:
I intend to do

more than that.

Sisko to Defiant.

Prepare
for departure.

I'm going to stay here,
take care of the wounded.

That includes you.

The station's
yours, Major.

Contact Starfleet.

Tell them to get
some ships out here

just in case
this is a diversion.

Understood.

Constable, you're with us.

Sisko to Defiant.

Three to beam out.

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What do you see, Dax?

Nothing good.

Their ion trail
is getting fainter.

The Jem'Hadar must be
emitting a magneton pulse

to cover their tracks.

Keep on them.
I want that ship.

Frankly, I'm surprised

something like this
hasn't happened sooner.

Being at the edge
of the wormhole

makes Deep Space 9
a tempting target.

Sometimes, I wish we
could have the Defiant

standing guard over the
station 26 hours a day.

Restricting the Defiant
to guard duty

would be
a serious mistake.

You wouldn't say that

if you had family
living in the station.

Perhaps, but adopting
a siege mentality

is ultimately
self-defeating.

I've got something.

Bearing 057 mark 009.

Red Alert.

On screen.

( alarm blares )

WORF:
A Jem'Hadar warship.

This cannot be the vessel
we are looking for.

Major Kira said
the Jem'Hadar strike team

that attacked the station
used a transport ship.

Captain,
that warship's

in pretty bad shape.

Looks like someone's been using
it for target practice.

They're transmitting
a broad-band distress signal.

It could be a trap.

How many crew
members aboard?

I'm reading
seven life signs.

You won't be reading them
for long.

Their reactor's
about to go critical.

Chief, have a security detail

report to the
transporter bay.

Odo, Commander Worf,
you're with me.

Transporter
protocol five.

Sisko to Bridge.

Drop cloak.

Engage.

SISKO:
Reinstate cloak.

If you're looking

for your weapons...

they were removed in transport.

Even without weapons...

we're more than a match for you.

I would not be
so certain of that.

A Klingon.

And the traitor.

The Founders
will be pleased.

MALE:
Omet'iklan.

Control your men.

These people

saved our lives.

OMET'IKLAN:
And for that

we shall take advantage
of their mistake.

You'll do nothing
without my approval.

My apologies, Captain.

I'm afraid the Jem'Hadar
are sadly deficient

in the social graces.

Two hours ago,
my station was attacked

by a Jem'Hadar strike team.

I know-- they
attacked us, too.

Why would your own people
attack you?

Tell them nothing.

This is not
their concern.

Your next allowance
of white

will be in two hours.

If you want it on time

you will be quiet
and do as you're told.

Captain...

you and I should talk...

in private?

If you have something
to say to me, make it quick.

Captain Benjamin Sisko.

I feel honored.

Your psychographic profile
is required reading

for Vorta Field Supervisors.

I probably know things about you
you don't know yourself.

If you're trying
to impress me

you can forget it.

What would you say...

if I offered to make you

absolute ruler
of the Federation?

No President

no Starfleet
Chief of Staff--

just you.

I'd say your psychographic
profile of me

isn't as good as you think.

( chuckling )

Just...

doing my job--

trying to build a bridge

between the Dominion
and a potential ally.

After all,
wouldn't it be much simpler

if the Dominion
and the Federation

could reach some mutual
beneficial understanding

without resorting
to the unpleasantness

of military conflict?

I want to know how to find

the Jem'Hadar
who attacked my station.

If you want to build a bridge,
why don't you start there?

I can lead you to them.

But... there's something
I need in exchange.

What's that?

I want you to help
me eliminate them.

The Jem'Hadar that
attacked your station

are renegades.

They've turned their back

on their oath of allegiance
to the Dominion

and it's my job to see
to it they're punished.

Why do you need my help?

You could send a fleet of
Jem'Hadar warships after them.

I'm afraid
we don't have the time.

Captain...

are you familiar
with the Iconians?

They controlled a vast
interstellar empire

about 200,000 years ago.

What's important
is how the Iconians

controlled that empire.

The gateways.

Exactly.

Sophisticated transporters

that allowed them
to move instantaneously

from one planet to another,
from one solar system to another

without the use of starships.

What does any of this
have to do with me?

Dominion scientists

recently discovered a gateway
on one of our outlying worlds.

We sent a team of scientists
to restore it

but their Jem'Hadar guards
rebelled

and are now trying to complete
the gateway themselves.

These... renegade Jem'Hadar

stole some equipment
from my station--

EPS power stabilizers

microfusion initiators

photonic amplifiers.

I would say it's very possible
they're going

to use that equipment to help
them complete the gateway.

You...

understand
the nature of our dilemma.

If the Jem'Hadar are able
to make the gateway operational

they'll become
virtually invincible.

Our experts predict

the renegades would gather
support

from other Jem'Hadar units,
launch a general insurrection

and effect a complete takeover
of the Dominion

in less than a year.

None of which
is my problem.

That's very short-sighted
of you, Captain.

Think about it.

If the Jem'Hadar seize
control of the Dominion

there'll be
no stopping them.

Even shutting down
the wormhole

won't protect
the Alpha Quadrant.

With the gateway

they could put a million
Jem'Hadar warriors

on any Federation planet
instantaneously.

Would you care to see
our projections

of Federation casualties?

Couldn't the Founders

just order them
to surrender?

From what I know,
the Jem'Hadar have been

genetically engineered
to obey them.

The Founders' ability
to control the Jem'Hadar

has been somewhat...

overstated.

Otherwise, we never would have
had to addict them to the white.

Sounds like the Dominion
isn't quite as stable

as you'd like us to believe.

The Dominion has endured
for 2,000 years

and will continue to endure

long after the Federation
has crumbled into dust.

But we'll leave
that to history.

Right now, we have
a more pressing concern.

The gateway must be destroyed.

Agreed?

Agreed.

So let me get this straight.

We're going to work
with the Jem'Hadar

to fight the Jem'Hadar.

I don't relish
this idea either

but we don't have
much of a choice.

I was on the mission

that discovered
the Iconian homeworld.

We were forced to destroy
the gateway we found there

rather than let it fall
into the hands of the Romulans

and Starfleet Command
supported our decision.

If they didn't want the Romulans
to get a hold of it

I'm sure they don't want the
Jem'Hadar to have it either.

What are we supposed to do?

Give Omet'iklan and his men
their weapons back

and then hope
they don't point them at us?

They're not
going to get

their hands on any weapons
until we reach our target.

How do we know that these
Jem'Hadar can be trusted?

They must realize
that controlling the gateway

would mean freedom
for their people.

According to Weyoun

they don't know anything
about the gateway.

They think that this

is just a routine
search-and-destroy mission--

find the renegade Jem'Hadar,
eliminate them

and their base.

You are asking us to lie
to them about our mission.

It is not honorable.

O'BRIEN:
There's a lot of things

about this mission
that bother me.

But lying to the Jem'Hadar
is not on top of my list.

If the Jem'Hadar find out
that we've deceived them...

They're not going
to find out anything.

Well, they won't hear it
from me.

There'll be a joint
briefing session at 1900 hours.

Followed by a get-to-know-you
buffet at 1930.

And I forgot my dress uniform.

( door chimes )

Enter.

You requested my presence.

It seems we're going
to be working together.

So I'm told.

Luckily for you

the only thing I despise
more than the Federation

is a Jem'Hadar soldier

who breaks his vow
of allegiance.

I'm glad you see it that way.

Now-- I have a few things
I want to make clear.

First, this is my ship
and my command

which means I give the orders,
not you and not Weyoun.

What's more, I'm holding you
personally responsible

for the actions of your men.

If I have a problem with them

you're the one who's going
to have to answer for it.

That's as it should be.

After all--

I'm the First.

As far as I'm concerned

on this mission, I'm the First.

After that...

we shall see.

Am I dismissed?

For the time being.

SISKO:
According to Dominion
Intelligence, the Jem'Hadar

have established
a base camp here.

The interior of the structure

is riddled with a
network of corridors

and interlocking chambers.

Our primary objective
is to destroy the Jem'Hadar arms

and supply cache
in this chamber.

The trick...
will be getting there.

We can't beam directly
into the structure

which means we'll have
to fight our way in.

Jem'Hadar tactics
dictate

at least 27 soldiers

are stationed
inside the base camp

at all times.

Nine will patrol
the perimeter.

And additional troops are
deployed throughout the city.

How many renegades are there
altogether?

162 in the original garrison.

We killed at least 12
during the initial rebellion.

Well, that still
leaves 150.

Just between you and me,
Captain, I think

we're a little
outnumbered.

O'BRIEN:
Wouldn't it
be simpler

to take out the
base from orbit?

A couple of
quantum torpedoes

should be enough to
level the entire area.

Unfortunately,
that's not an option.

The central structure

is composed of
solid neutronium.

Even a direct hit
from a quantum torpedo

wouldn't necessarily
destroy our objective.

Which means we have
to go in ourselves.

JEM'HADAR:
As it should be.

It is our duty to punish

those who would break
their vow of loyalty.

Are you accusing me
of something?

OMET'IKLAN:
It is not for us
to accuse a God

of betraying heaven.

The Gods themselves...

will sit in judgment over you.

I'm no God

and neither
are the Founders.

The sooner
you realize that

the better off you'll be.

We've chosen
a beam-in site here

in this wooded area.

That'll give us a chance

to evaluate the situation
before proceeding.

Our first objective will be

to secure the main entrance
to the ziggurat.

Neutralizing nine guards
before one of them

can raise an alarm
will be difficult.

It's as you said.

The Klingon will to fight

pales in comparison
to our own.

Yes.

He has the look
of a warrior

but the heart
of a coward.

If you would like to
test my courage, I--

All right, that's enough.

One day the Klingon Empire

will fall before the Jem'Hadar

and when that day comes

and piles of Klingons
lie dead at my feet

I will think of you,
standing here

impotent and weak

and I will laugh.

All right! I said that's enough!

Worf, let him go!

Second!
Release the Klingon

or I will kill you
where you stand.

Now, the two of you,
as you were.

I promise, you'll both

have more fight
than you can handle

before this is over.

( grunts )

Let's go.

I'm right with you.

Worf!

Go.

Ready.

Wait.
The room's not secure.

We have to find the third guard.

I do not see him.

He's here somewhere.

I know.

We're supposed to be
on our way out

by now.

Where is he?

We're running
out of time, Commander.

The third
Jem'Hadar guard--

he is still
here somewhere.

Look for a slight
rippling effect.

We know what
we're looking for.

We just can't find it.

We're dead.

OMET'IKLAN:
That's correct.

WEYOUN:
The Jem'Hadar defense grid
is now in operation.

Automated weapon systems
have killed everyone

in this room.

Your crew failed
in their mission.

Well, you might as well tell us,
where's the other one?

There was
no third guard.

I don't understand.

You told me
that Jem'Hadar soldiers

always operate
in teams of three.

In battle,
nothing is certain.

You should have
armed the explosives

as soon as you
were in position.

We had to be sure
the room was secured.

Otherwise, someone
could have

disarmed the explosives
the moment we left.

OMET'IKLAN:
If you couldn't secure the room

you should not plan
on leaving it.

You want us to blow the place up
while we're still in it?

This is a waste of time.

They'll never succeed

as long as they value
their lives more than victory.

There's something
to be said for soldiers

who aren't afraid to die.

Oh, I don't know.

I've found that
nothing keeps me alert

quite like a healthy
fear of death.

Keep practicing.

The two of
you, with me.

One of the reasons
for these drills

is to help our crews
learn to work together.

Constantly showing
contempt for my people

isn't making
it any easier.

Would you prefer I lied?

What I'd like

is for you to at least
maintain the pretense

that we're on the same side.

Captain, I understand
your concerns

and so does Omet'iklan.

Deck Five, Section One.

The only way
my troops

can come to
respect your crew

is to fight alongside them--

mixed teams

in every aspect
of the mission.

That's not practical.

Why not?

Are you questioning my decision?

You fool.

My men and I,
we know all about the gateway.

Halt turbolift.

Looks like your secret's out.

How do you know
about the gateway?

It doesn't matter
how we know.

The point is, we know.

You think you have to lie to us

and use the white
to ensure our loyalty.

But the fact is, we are
more loyal to the Founders

than the Vorta
ever will be.

It is the reason
for our existence.

It is the core...

of our being.

There's an entire company
of Jem'Hadar

down on Vandros IV
who would disagree with you.

And for that, they will die.

Mixed teams, it is.

But let's get
one thing straight.

This isn't going to be
a suicide mission.

As far as I'm concerned

everyone who goes in,
comes back out--

Starfleet and Jem'Hadar alike.

Your concern for life
is touching.

Let's hope it doesn't stop us
from achieving...

our objectives.

Computer, reactivate turbolift.

Am I really
that interesting?

You've been standing
there staring at me

for the last two hours.

You are part of
my combat team.

I must learn to understand
your behavior

anticipate
your actions.

There must be something
you'd rather do.

Maybe get some sleep?

We don't sleep.

How about getting
something to eat?

The white is
the only thing we need.

You don't sleep...

you don't eat.

What do you do for relaxation?

Relaxation
would only make us weak.

Well, you people
are no fun at all.

I'm glad I'm not
a Jem'Hadar woman.

There are no Jem'Hadar women.

So what do you do?

Lay eggs?

Jem'Hadar are bred
in birthing chambers.

We are able to fight within
three days of our emergence.

Lucky you.

So let me get this straight.

No sleep, no food...

no women.

No wonder you're so angry.

After 30 or 40 years of that,
I'd be angry, too.

No Jem'Hadar
has ever lived 30 years.

How old are you?

I am eight.

I would have guessed
at least 15.

Hmm. Few Jem'Hadar
live that long.

If we reach 20

we are considered
honored elders.

How old are you?

I stopped counting at 300.

You don't look it.

Thank you.

No women?
I'm not surprised.

Personally,
I envy them.

I mean, their ability
to go without sleep.

I'm sure I could
be more productive

if I didn't have to
regenerate every day.

What is the point
of doing battle

if you cannot enjoy
the fruits of your victory?

You mean sleep?

No, I mean spending long nights
singing songs of your deeds.

Good food, good drink.

And good women.

Now, we consider Klingon women

our partners in battle.

They are the mothers
of our children.

And a lot of fun
at parties, too.

True.

( chuckling )

Why does he keep staring at us?

I don't think it's us
he's staring at.

I think it's you.

DAX:
The Vorta
probably consider

the Founders gods just
like the Jem'Hadar do.

I am not a Founder.

Well, you're
a changeling.

That's close enough.

To them.

I wonder what would happen
if you went over there

and ordered him
to stand on his head.

( laughing )

It's time.

It is time
when I say

it's time.

( groans )

Very well.

Prepare six vials.

Unlock.

First Omet'iklan,
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.

I guess that's one way
to assure loyalty.

Loyalty bought at such a price
is no loyalty at all.

Resume your training.

Human, come with me.

It is time to resume
our battle drills.

In a minute.

I'm ready now.

Well, I'm not.

They stuff themselves

with food

but have no appetite
for battle.

When the time comes, you
will find us more than ready.

Ready to flee
at the first sign of danger.

Let's go.

You can practice
running away.

I've always wanted
to kill a Klingon.

That's enough!

The next one
who throws a punch

will have to answer to me!

Now, I want to know
who started this!

I did.

And I.

You...

again.

You knew my orders.

And I defied them.

I deserve punishment.

And you shall have it.

Why are you waiting?

Kill him
and be done with it.

Mr. Worf...

when not on duty,
you are confined to quarters

for the remainder
of this mission.

Yes, sir.

All right, let's
break this up.

Get back to your stations
or to your quarters.

Either way, I want
this room cleared.

Now!

You call that discipline?

A dead man can't learn
from his mistakes.

I don't get the same joy
out of killing as you do.

You think I enjoyed it?

Toman'torax was my Second.

He served under me three years.

I valued him.

You have a...

funny way of showing it.

I did what had to be done--

what any First
would do.

I placed the good
of the unit

above my personal feelings.

Any soldier
who cannot follow orders

is a danger to his unit...

and must be eliminated.

Mr. Worf is not a danger
to my command.

But if I eliminate him for
a simple breach of discipline

then I would be.

My men would stop trusting me

and I wouldn't blame them.

You are weak.

You should die in his place.

And when this
mission is over

I will see that you do.

Odo.

May I speak with
you for a moment?

A moment.

You... know I've
been watching you.

I've noticed.

I have to admit

I find it somewhat
disturbing seeing you

working for these...

Federation people...

letting them
order you around.

You are a Founder.

You should be the one
giving the orders to them

So... if I order you
to leave me alone

you will?

Of course.

But before you do

please, hear
what I have to say.

Your people want you
to come home, Odo.

No matter
what differences

you may have
with them

no matter what mistakes
you may have made

they still love you.

Well, maybe they do...

but I don't love them.

You're lying,
and you're not very good at it.

I, on the other hand,
am an expert at lies--

both in telling them
and in spotting them.

So you may as well
admit the truth.

More than anything
in your life...

you want to return
to your people.

And I can make that possible.

How?

Let me worry about the "how."

All I need to know is...

are you ready to go home?

No.

But I am ready to end
this conversation.

Then it's over.

After all, you are a Founder.

I live to serve you.

Commander?

For Keiko?

It's my 11th good-bye message
since we've been married.

I'm averaging
almost two a year.

Does she know you do this?

What would I say to her?

"You know, honey

"every time I'm about
to go into battle

"I record a message
for you and Molly

telling you how much
I love you, just in case."

She'd probably
think it was sweet.

It'd probably scare
the hell out of her.

To be honest,
it scares the hell out of me.

Every time I record
one of these, I think

"This is it.

This is the one they're
going to end up hearing."

It'll never happen.

What makes you say that?

Because when you've lived
eight lifetimes

you develop certain instincts.

And my instincts tell me
that you, Miles Edward O'Brien

are going to live to be 140
and die in bed

surrounded by family
and friends.

Do you really believe that?

Do you?

I'd like to.

That's all that matters.

Well, just to be
on the safe side

maybe you'd better enter this
in the ship's log anyway.

I'll put it right alongside
my message to my mother.

You record these, too?

Doesn't everyone?

Sir.

Well, it looks like

the upgraded reactant injectors

are working better
than we thought.

Captain.

Mr. Worf.

Battle drills ended
ten minutes ago.

You should be
in your quarters.

I'm on my way.

It looks like you
got a little lost.

There is something
I wish to discuss with you.

Go on.

It has come to my attention

that First Omet'iklan
has threatened to kill you.

I didn't know that
was public knowledge.

You told Commander Dax.

Well, that explains it.

She is concerned about you

and for good reason.

As your Executive Officer

I recommend that you
remain on the ship

during the away mission.

That way, Omet'iklan
will have no opportunity

to carry out his threat.

I appreciate the concern,
but do you really think

I'm going to follow
that recommendation?

No, sir, I do not.

But I hope you
will take some advice.

Do not turn your back on him.

I won't.

Good.

I also want you to know

if somehow he does carry out
his threat...

he will not live
to boast about it.

That's... very reassuring,
Mr. Worf.

Dax to Sisko.

Go ahead.

We're approaching Vandros IV.
Captain.

On my way.

I'm waiting.

Don't worry.
These aren't like the ones

we gave you
during the drill.

They're fully charged.

The weapon's set on "stun."

Deactivate safeties.

Reset weapons...

to maximum power.

Well, this is a
momentous occasion--

the first joint
operation between
the Federation

and the Dominion.

I can't wait to see
how it turns out.

Prepare to transport.

Wait.

I am First
Omet'iklan.

And I am dead.

As of this moment

we are all dead.

We go into battle...

to reclaim our lives.

This we do gladly

for we are Jem'Hadar.

Remember--

victory is life.

JEM'HADAR:
Victory is life.

Such a delightful people.

I am Chief Miles
Edward O'Brien.

I'm very much alive

and I intend
to stay that way.

Amen.

Let's get it done.

You betrayed us.

What are you
talking about?

Our rifles
are sabotaged.

Hold on.

Mine's dead, too.

Something must be interfering
with our equipment.

The gateway.

It's probably generating
some kind of dampening field.

If that's the case,
we'd better come up

with a new plan.

( yells in pain )

( Jem'Hadar grunting )

( groans )

We lost Ramirez, too.

It would appear
we no longer have

the element
of surprise.

I suppose
you want

to call off
the mission.

Guess again.

Worf.

This way.

Go ahead.
We'll hold them off.

( yells )

Keep moving.

Virak'kara,
are you still there?!

For a little while longer.

Don't worry!

You'll make honored...

elder... yet.

JEM'HADAR:
Down that way!

Look down that hall.
Over there.

I think we have waited
long enough.

( all grunt )

You're sure
the explosives

won't be affected
by the gateway?

The primary detonator
might not work

but the chemical backup
should do the trick.

The way is clear.

Let's move.

( yells )

( yells )

( yells )

( groaning )

I threatened to kill you

but you were willing
to sacrifice yourself

to save my life.

Looks that way.

Why?

If you have to ask,
you'll never understand.

O'BRIEN:
Gentlemen

I think it's time
we were leaving.

( explosive beeping rapidly )

Let's go.

If I were you,
I'd run like hell.

What about Dax
and the others?

WORF:
Here, Captain.

( explosion )

So much for the gateway.

Our weapons are
working again.

The Defiant's sensors
registered a powerful explosion

in the vicinity of the gateway.

I trust your mission
was a success?

The gateway's been destroyed,
if that's what you mean.

( laughing )

Well done, Captain.

You've all done
quite nicely.

Now, if you
don't mind

I'd like to inspect
the wreckage.

That was for questioning...

our loyalty.

I think

there's been enough
killing for one day.

The Vorta will have
no further use of this.

My men and I
will remain here.

There are still disloyal
Jem'Hadar on this planet.

They must be hunted down
and eliminated.

Good luck.

You fought well.

But the next time we meet...

we'll be enemies.

I'll keep that in mind.

I don't know about
the rest of you

but I'd like to
get out of here.

Sisko to Defiant.

Begin transport.

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