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Worf to Major Kira.

This is Kira.

Major, you have an incoming transmission from a...

Razka Karn.

He claims to be an old friend.

Put him through.

Razka... it's been awhile.

How's business?

Oh, let's just say, I miss the old days on Bajor.

Smuggling might not have been the safest line of work

but it was a lot more exciting than selling scrap metal.

What's on your mind, Razka?

I picked up a lead on the Ravinok.

Like the last time?

Last time, it was just a rumor.

This time I've got evidence-- a fragment of metal.

Looks like it's part of the forward sensor array.

Can you bring it to Deep Space 9 for analysis?

Sorry, I'm afraid I can't leave the Badlands right now.

Important business.

You understand.

Tholians are after you again.

Let's just say it would be better if you came to me.

It's been six years.

Even if you have found a piece of the Ravinok

it doesn't mean there are any survivors.

There's only one way for you to find out.

I'll be waiting.

And item number 17, Trelos Vren was arrested

on the Promenade outside of the Klingon restaurant.

He's being held on four counts of petty theft.

Trelos Vren... where have I heard that name before?

We arrested him once

for attempting to break into the Assay Office.

And now he's taken up pick-pocketing?

Mmm... without much success.

Still, I suppose you should admire him

for his persistence.

That was a joke.

I'm sorry, Odo.

I may have a lead on the Ravinok.

I know what you're going to say.

It's been six years since the Ravinok disappeared.

Odds are, everyone on board is dead.

That all may be true

but that is not what I was going to say.

I was going to say "good luck."

Good luck?

You had a friend aboard the Ravinok, correct?

Lorit Akrem.

Which means it doesn't matter

if I think there are any survivors

of even if you think there are any survivors.

You're going to go looking for that ship

and all I can say is "good luck."

And I hope you find them.

Come in.

Captain.

You here to see me off?

I'm afraid not.

I'd like for you to postpone your trip

for at least a day or two.

What's wrong?

Somehow the Cardassian government

got wind of your plan to search for the Ravinok.

They've asked permission to send someone with you.

And you said yes?

I said I'd talk to you about it.

The Ravinok was a Cardassian ship.

Carrying Bajoran prisoners.

No, I'm not stopping anyone else from looking.

I just don't see why they have to come with me.

The request came directly

from the leader of the new civilian government.

Nerys...

I know this isn't what you had in mind

but Bajor and Cardassia must learn to work together

and that means cooperating on missions like these.

All right.

Just tell them I'm not going to wait forever.

If their representative isn't here

within 52 hours, I'm going alone.

I'll be sure they get the message.

So, did you and Kasidy have a nice time last night?

Huh. I just wish she wasn't leaving tomorrow.

Sounds like the two of you are getting serious.

I don't know about that.

I don't think Kasidy is looking to get serious.

Ben!

Kasidy!

We were just talking about you.

I don't mean to interrupt.

I wanted you to know

that I won't be leaving tomorrow after all.

Ah, that's good news. I mean, that's great.

How long are you going to be here?

Well, that depends

on whether I get this new job or not.

I've, uh, applied for a position

with the Bajoran Ministry of Commerce

to captain one of their freighters.

You're going to work for the Bajorans?

If we can hammer out an agreement.

It's a terrific opportunity.

I get to use my own ship, pick my own crew

and the best part is

I never have to leave this sector.

Where are you going to live?

On my ship, I suppose.

Well, why don't you stay here?

I'm sure that Benjamin could arrange for some quarters.

That's, uh... not a bad idea.

Yeah.

Well, l... have a meeting on Bajor

and the shuttle leaves

in a few minutes.

I'll see you tonight?

That answers that.

She's serious.

Captain...

the Cardassian Transport Rabol is approaching the station.

They are requesting permission to beam

their representative directly to Ops.

Someone's in a big hurry.

Permission granted.

Aye, sir.

Ah!

Major Kira.

I'm ready to leave whenever you are.

We'll be crossing into the Badlands

in approximately six hours.

Very good, Major.

Dukat, let's get one thing straight.

This is my mission.

The only reason you're here

is because I agreed to let you come along.

When I give an order, I expect you to follow it

no questions asked.

Believe me, Major, I want nothing more

than for this mission to be concluded

as quickly and as efficiently as possible

and I leave the details in your capable hands.

Good. Then we shouldn't have any problems.

There's one thing I don't understand.

Why did the Cardassian government send you?

The Ravinok was under my general command.

Those were my troops

and it is my duty to try to find them.

The question is, what are you doing here, Major?

I knew someone aboard the Ravinok.

One of the prisoners, I assume?

Lorit Akrem.

I see.

So you're on this mission for personal reasons.

Is there something wrong with that?

No, not at all.

I've found that when one has a difficult job to do

personal reasons can be quite an incentive.

So who was he?

A family member, a compatriot...

a lover?

Lorit recruited me into the Shakaar resistance cell.

Ah...

the infamous Shakaar resistance.

We never could eliminate that little group of yours.

And it was not from lack of trying, I can assure you.

I... hope you don't take this the wrong way, Major

but I've always admired you.

You are the embodiment of the new Bajor--

a Bajoran born out of the ashes of the occupation.

A Bajoran tempered with Cardassian steel.

Oh, Captain Sisko's right.

You are in love with the sound of your own voice.

I know you find this hard to accept, but...

I believe that, in some ways

the occupation actually helped Bajor.

Which part?

The massacres or the strip mining?

I have no desire

to debate the merits of the occupation with you.

I'm even willing to admit that perhaps we were a little harsh

in our methods, but the fact is, the Bajoran people

are stronger now than they have been in centuries.

When we arrived, you were a weak, contemplative race

choking on your isolation

and now you have a new confidence

a whole new sense of purpose

not to mention a key role

in the future of this entire Quadrant.

All of which Bajor accomplished in spite of the Cardassians

not because of them.

Think what you must

but I believe the time will come

when Cardassia and Bajor will grow

to be not only allies

but also close friends.

Bajor and Cardassia, maybe.

You and me...

I doubt it.

All I ask is that you have an open mind.

All right, Dukat, that's enough.

Now, if you don't mind

I would like to spend the next six hours

in silent meditation.

Is that a request or an order?

Whatever it takes.

Well, in that case, as much as it pains me...

Hmm.

We both might survive this trip after all.

They didn't even wait for the interview to be over.

After 20 minutes, Minister Azin said she'd heard enough

and if I wanted the job, it was mine.

So what did you tell them?

What do you think I told them?

I said yes.

Congratulations.

That's it?

Oh.

That's... that's not what I meant.

I want to know how you feel about it.

Well... I think it's great.

We'll see a lot more of each other.

You know, I was thinking about what Dax said.

Maybe I should get quarters on the station.

That's a big step.

What does that mean?

Well, I just meant...

it's a big step.

A bad big step or a good big step?

A good one.

Could you muster up a little more enthusiasm?

I am enthusiastic.

I'm proud of you.

This job...

Forget about the job.

I'm talking about us.

I tell you I'm thinking about living on the station

and all you can say is, "it's a big step"?

Oh, I don't think you took it the way I meant it.

I don't think you know what you meant, but I do.

You're afraid of commitment.

Who said anything about commitment?

Obviously not you.

You... you know what?

Forget the whole thing.

I'm not going to take the job.

If you don't want me to stay here

that's fine with me.

Whew!

How'd you get ahold of this, Razka?

I bought it off a Ferengi scrap-metal merchant.

Hmm... it appears to be composed of uridium alloy.

It's definitely Cardassian.

Can you tell if it's from the Ravinok?

Why didn't you tell me you were bringing him along?

Because when we talked, I didn't know I would be.

Too bad.

The Maquis would've paid handsomely

to get their hands on him.

And my government

would be very happy to get its hands on you.

Razka Karn, if I'm not mistaken.

Smuggler, thief, black marketeer.

There are at least 12 outstanding warrants

for your arrest on Cardassia right now

but I suggest we ignore all that

and try to cooperate with one another.

The voice of the new Cardassia--

so compassionate, so understanding.

Almost makes you forget that five years ago

he was working Bajorans to death

in forced labor camps

and shooting anybody who tried to stop him.

Almost makes you forget.

It's from the Ravinok...

no doubt about it.

Did the Ferengi tell you where he found it?

No, but I was curious

so I bribed one of his crew members.

Turns out his last trip was to the Dozaria system.

Dozaria...

I believe there is one Class-M planet in that system.

Barely Class-M.

He found that in orbit.

Dozaria it is, then.

Thanks, Razka.

I owe you one.

Just let me know what you find out.

Lorit was my friend, too.

I just don't understand how the Ravinok

could have gotten so far off course.

Dozaria's light years away

from where they should have been.

The Central Command always believed

that the ship was destroyed

in some sort of escape attempt by the Bajoran prisoners.

Maybe.

Or they could have had a problem

with their navigational array

or run into some kind of subspace anomaly.

Hopefully, we'll find the truth.

We're entering orbit.

Hmm... I'm reading severe ionic interference

in the planet's atmosphere.

Sensors will be limited, to say the least.

I'm picking up a faint magneton signature.

It could be residual radiation from a damaged warp nacelle.

Shall we beam down?

I wouldn't advise it.

All this ionic interference

will scatter our molecules halfway around the planet.

We're going to have to do this the old-fashioned way.

It's going to be a difficult landing.

I'll take the controls if you like.

That'll be the day.

Going in.

Invigorating, isn't it?

A bit sunny, perhaps

but this heat feels wonderful.

Only a Cardassian

would call this hellhole invigorating.

Oh, I forgot.

Compared to us, you Bajorans are a bit fragile...

physiologically speaking, of course.

Don't worry about me.

The Ravinok.

"It's a big step."

That's all you said?

That's all.

You're sure?

Positive.

What do you think, Julian?

It's ambiguous; definitely open to interpretation.

But it could have been worse.

He could have said, "It's a very big step."

You didn't say that, did you?

I don't think so.

Well, that's good, anyway.

So what does he do now?

It's simple.

He goes to Kasidy

admits that everything was his fault

and pledges his undying love.

That sounds a little extreme to me.

What if he just tells her he made a mistake?

That there had been a misunderstanding

and that he really would like her

to live on the station?

Could work.

Assuming that's what you want.

Captain, I would think long and hard

before answering.

I don't recall asking your opinion, Quark.

Well, maybe you should.

I mean, who knows more about women than me?

Everyone.

You hu-mans...

all you want to do is please your women.

You want them to be your friends

but we Ferengi know better.

Women are the enemy

and we treat them accordingly.

The key is to never let them get the upper hand.

If she says she doesn't see you enough

threaten to see her even less.

If she wants more gifts

take back the ones you've already given her.

It's all about control.

What if your woman leaves you?

That's what holosuites are for.

It's a wonder the Ferengi reproduce at all.

So, you never answered the question.

Do you want her to stay or not?

I appreciate all the advice.

I'll let you know how it turns out.

So, just between you and me, what do you think

about Kasidy moving onto the station?

It's a big step.

A very big step.

Oh, she didn't just crash.

These are phaser hits.

Looks like she put up quite a fight.

And paid for it.

12 graves.

There were 18 crew members and 32 prisoners aboard.

So where's everybody else?

First things first.

What are you doing?

We need to identify these bodies.

I'll help.

No!

Our funeral rites are very strict.

It would dishonor the dead

for a non-Cardassian to view the remains.

There could be Bajorans buried here, too.

No doubt.

But, if my memory's correct

Bajorans are much more concerned with the souls of the dead

than they are with the physical remains.

How did Kai Meressa put it?

"What remains after death is but a shell... a sign

"that the pagh has begun

its final journey to the Prophets."

Please, Major, don't make this any more difficult for me

than it already is.

I have a list of the missing Bajorans.

I should be able to identify them

from the family imprint on the earrings.

I'll work on the Ravinok.

I should be able to get something

from the ship's computers.

You'll need the command codes.

Standard Cardassian military codes

from six years ago, right?

Yes.

Yeah, I got them

from Bajoran lntelligence before we left.

Very good, Major.

Very good.

Dukat...

I was able to reactivate the...

Dukat.

What was her name?

I recognize a Bajoran pledge bracelet when I see one.

Her name was Tora... Naprem.

You see, Major...

you're not the only one...

who had a friend aboard that ship.

A friend... is that all she was?

I see.

Don't worry, Dukat.

You're not the only Cardassian officer

who kept a Bajoran mistress.

It wasn't like that.

Naprem and l...

Ioved each other.

The head of the occupation...

in love with a Bajoran?

Ironic, isn't it?

Did your wife know?

No...

and she's never going to find out.

Now, if you don't mind, Major

I'd rather not talk about this right now.

Here are the earrings you wanted.

No...

If Lorit's dead...

he's not buried here.

According to the ship's computers

the Ravinok was attacked by two unidentified warships.

The attackers chased the Ravinok here

and must have forced her to crash land.

Then the survivors

could have been captured and taken away.

Or they could still be here, somewhere on this planet.

Maybe we should go up in the runabout

and scan for them from orbit.

Too much ionic interference.

The sensors would never be able to pick up their life signs.

There may be another way.

In these conditions, tricorder readings

will only be about 12 meters, but that should be enough.

Enough for what?

During the occupation, Bajoran resistance fighters

carried subdermal implants of tritonium isotopes.

The idea was that if they were captured

they could activate the implant

which would leave a trail of isotopes

so they could be tracked and rescued.

I think I have something.

That way.

Let's go.

I don't know why we have to stop.

For one thing...

I can't see two meters in front of us

and, anyway, we could both use the rest.

So stop pacing and sit down.

What is it?!

Oh! Oh! I don't know.

I sat on something. I sat on something!

Let me see.

Oh!

Oh, get it out.

Well, keep still

and let me see what I can do.

Get it out!

Oh, this is going to hurt.

It already hurts.

Just take it out.

If you say so.

Ow!

Oh... oh...

Ouch.

Run this dermal regenerator over the wound.

Ooh.

This isn't funny!

It is from this angle.

You know what's even funnier?

This doesn't work.

You...

have to...

activate it.

Oh.

Oh, oh, yes.

Oh, much better.

Oh.

You probably should eat one of these.

Ah...

I haven't had field rations in a very long time.

I'm sure they haven't improved a bit.

Actually, they've gotten a little worse.

Tell me something.

What?

Who's Tora Ziyal?

When I reactivated the Ravinok's computer, l...

downloaded the manifest.

There were two civilians on board

in addition to the prisoners and crew.

One... was your friend...

Tora Naprem...

and the other...

was Tora Ziyal... a 13-year-old girl.

I suppose you wouldn't...

believe me if I told you she was Naprem's sister?

Mm-mm.

Ziyal is a Cardassian name.

The way I see it...

there's only one explanation.

Ziyal

was Naprem's daughter, and you...

I was her father.

Well...

now I know why you're in such a hurry to find the survivors.

You're hoping that...

Oh.

...she's still alive and you can rescue her.

Not quite.

You see, if my daughter is still alive

I'll have no choice but to kill her.

You know I'm not going to let you do it.

I mean it, Dukat.

You are not going to kill that girl.

Major, why don't you worry about the other survivors

and let me worry about Ziyal.

After all, she is my daughter.

That's right-- she's your daughter.

And there is nothing more important

to a Cardassian than family.

At least, that's what your people are always saying.

I have a wife and seven children.

They are my family.

They're the ones I must protect.

Well, you should have thought of that

before you got involved with Naprem.

You're right. I should have.

But I made a mistake--

a mistake I intend to correct.

You don't have to take her back to Cardassia with you.

Let me take her to Bajor.

No one has to know that you're her father.

What kind of life would that be for her?

Your people have never exactly welcomed

half-Cardassian children into your society.

That's why I sent her and her mother away

in the first place.

I knew the occupation was coming to an end

and that there'd be no place for them

on Bajor or Cardassia.

So you sent them to a prison camp.

They were not on their way to a prison camp!

The Ravinok was supposed to rendezvous with a freighter

which would take Naprem and Ziyal to Lissepia

where they could live out their lives

in some sort of peace.

I don't understand.

If you cared enough to help Ziyal then

how can you think about killing her now?

Why not just send her away again?

Because my position isn't nearly as stable as it once was.

By aligning myself with the new civilian government

I've made many enemies, enemies

that wouldn't hesitate to use Ziyal against me.

Listen to you!

It's not your wife and your seven children

you're protecting, it's you.

By protecting myself, I am protecting them.

And the only one who suffers is Ziyal.

You would kill your own daughter to save your career.

I don't understand you.

You said you loved Naprem.

I saw you crying at her grave.

I...

did love her.

And when I bury Ziyal, I'll weep over her grave

just as I wept over her mother's

but that will not stop me from doing what I have to do.

Do you understand?

And when the time comes

I suggest you stay out of my way.

Good morning, Jake-o.

Morning, Dad.

So...

what's new?

Nog and I ran into Kasidy last night

over at the, uh, Vulcan restaurant.

I guess she's not going to take that job after all.

She told you?

Did she say why?

She said you didn't want her to take it.

Look, Jake...

sometimes things between men and women

can get a little...

complicated.

Yeah, maybe, but I don't think this is

one of those times.

It's pretty simple, Dad.

You're scared.

What do I have to be afraid of?

A lot.

Kasidy's willing to make a major change in her life

just to be close to you.

If things don't work out, you're going to feel responsible

and that's scary.

You figured out all this by yourself?

Actually, I talked with Nog about it.

You talked to Nog about my relationship with Kasidy?

And we think you have nothing to worry about.

If Kasidy wants to change jobs, that's her decision, not yours.

Same thing if she wants to live on the station.

If things don't work out, they don't work out.

Have you told any of this to Kasidy?

Nog and I thought about it, but, uh...

we thought it would be better if you told her yourself.

I see.

So, uh, what's new with you?

Take a look.

Breen?

What are they doing here?

My tricorder's picking up

a large concentration of dilithium in the area.

They must be using

the survivors of the Ravinok to mine the ore.

It makes perfect sense.

The Breen homeworld is a frozen wasteland.

This place is about 50 degrees too hot for them.

You approve of what they're doing?

No! Not at all.

I do admire their ingenuity.

What is it?

It's her.

My daughter.

All right, we're going to need some help.

I'm going to stay here and keep an eye on things

while you go back to DS9 for reinforcements.

I have a better idea.

You go back to the station. I'll stay here.

I'm sending you back, Dukat. That's an order.

And I hate to refuse it, but I'm afraid I must.

You're welcome to file an official protest

with the Cardassian military when we get back.

There's no way I'm leaving you here alone.

Well...

then I suggest we devise a plan

to rescue these prisoners together.

You need me, Major.

Maybe I do.

But if you hurt that girl...

I promise I'll kill you.

Don't make any noise. We're here to help.

You're Bajoran!

Gather up as many prisoners as you can.

Tell them to meet us here.

How many Breen guards are there?

I'm not sure.

There are always at least eight in the mines.

How many prisoners?

There are only 31 of us left.

What about Lorit Akrem? Did he make it?

He died in a cave-in two years ago.

You knew him?

He was a friend.

My condolences, Major, but we don't have time for this.

Tell me where I can find Tora Ziyal?

Don't tell him anything.

He's a Cardassian.

I don't understand.

There's a peace treaty.

You mean the occupation is over?

I need to find the girl! Where is she?

Dukat!

Go get the rest of the prisoners.

Meet me at the entrance to the mine.

Where is Tora Ziyal?

Ziyal.

Father?

Oh, it's really you.

Mother said you'd...

Father, what's wrong?

Dukat, no!

I'm warning you, Dukat.

Don't do it.

I have no choice.

There's always a choice.

You don't want to do this.

If you did, you never would have told me about Ziyal.

Now put the rifle down.

No.

The Cardassian prisoners...

they told me this would happen.

That you'd never let me go home

but l-l-l didn't, didn't believe them.

Ziyal, run!

I used to dream about you coming to save me.

That's what kept me alive.

Ziyal...

If I can't be with you...

then I'd rather die.

Let's go home.

Kasidy Yates.

Hello, Ben.

Hold this a second.

About that job

with the Bajoran Commerce Ministry...

You know someone who's qualified for it?

I know someone who would be perfect for it-- you.

I think you should take the job.

I want you to take the job.

You've been talking to Jake.

How'd you know?

Oh, he's a smart boy.

Must take after his mother.

I owe you an apology.

You came to tell me all this wonderful news

and all I could say was, "It's a big step."

I don't know what I was thinking.

Take a guess.

I wanted to tell you

how happy I was for you... f-for us

but it didn't come out that way.

I...

I was uncomfortable and a little nervous.

A little nervous?

All right. A lot nervous.

I haven't been in a serious relationship

for a long time, and I didn't

expect to be in one any time soon...

until I met you.

This life I lead...

this job I do...

that's what got Jennifer killed.

If anything ever happened to you...

Why not let me worry about that?

That's what Jake said.

You see? Smart boy.

Look, I could stay here

and listen to you apologize all day

but I've got to get to Bajor.

Bajor?

I thought...

Oh, I know what you thought

but I took the job.

Do you think I'd give up a great opportunity

just because you got cold feet?

You're a good man, Benjamin Sisko

but you've got a lot to learn about women--

especially this one.

I'll see you when I get back.

You can... help me pick out quarters.

I'll be here.

What was it like--

all that time alone with Dukat?

I've had better weeks

but I'll never forget the look on his face

when he sat on that sand spine.

I wish I'd been there.

Major.

Dukat.

Where's Ziyal?

Waiting for me aboard my ship.

We'll be leaving for Cardassia shortly.

I think I'll leave the two of you alone.

I just wanted to say... thank you, Major

for a most interesting journey.

You're taking Ziyal back to Cardassia with you.

After six years, she deserves a home...

and a father.

Won't that make things difficult for you?

I'll let you know.