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You wanted to see me, Commander?

Actually, what I'd like to see
is next month's duty roster.

You'll have it on your desk
first thing in the morning.

- That's what you said yesterday.
- I know.

- I just spent the whole day yesterday--
- Talking to Minister Rozahn

about irrigating the Trilar Peninsula.

How did you know?

It's hard to keep a secret in Ops,
especially when you've been shouting

at a monitor for the last two days.

Thought I kept it down
to an angry whisper.

Let's just say that your voice carries.

Every time I talk to one of the ministers

I promise myself,
I'm not going to lose control.

But then they give me some stupid
bureaucratic excuse

for why something isn't getting done
and I get so...

- So...
- Frustrated.

Oh, Commander,
I am way beyond frustrated.

Bajor is in trouble.
I just want to help.

I can understand
that, and I sympathize.

As far as I'm concerned

you can shout at the provisional
government all you want to

as long as it doesn't interfere
with your duties here on the station.

You're right.

I'll get on that report right away.

Oh, Major.

Quark's been looking for you.
He says it's urgent.

Perfect.

Huh?

I hear you've been trying
to get in touch with me.

You hear right.

Look around you.
Does anything seem to be amiss?

That sonata Varani
is playing is lovely.

Your customers seem
to be enjoying him.

Why be modest, Major?

They're not just enjoying him,
they're mesmerized by him.

- So?
- So, while they're being mesmerized

they're not gambling, they're not eating
they're barely drinking.

Profits are down
across the board.

He just started yesterday.

I monitor my gross income hourly.

My hourly figures become my indicators.
My indicators become my projections.

And my projections,
based on the last 26 hours,

show an unprecedented
decline in profits.

Will you stop overreacting.

When people hear
how wonderful Varani is

they'll come beating
down your door.

What are you basing that projection on?
Bajoran intuition?

That and a strip of latinum will get you
a couple of spins at the dabo wheel.

You promised me you would
try him out for a month.

If my projections hold true,
in a month, I'll be out of business.

Quark, you are going to do this.

- What for?
- Because I asked you to.

Maybe he could play
something with a little more...

Bounce to it.

- Bounce?
- For a change of pace.

That was beautiful.

Having my work appreciated again,
I've almost forgotten how it feels.

Granted, it's not quite
the exhibition halls you're used to.

Ah, one can't be choosy
about performance venues these days.

I just spoke with Quark.

He likes what you're doing,

but he's hoping
you'll play a variety of styles.

A little less exhibition hall
a little more music hall, is that it?

Something like that.

I think I can accommodate him.

Dabo!

I'd love to hear you play
in a more appropriate setting.

Have you spoken to Minister Bolka

about my idea
to rebuild the Jalanda Forum?

I mentioned it to him.

He's got a lot on his mind.

You must keep trying.

Bajorans must reclaim
their artistic heritage

if they ever hope to regain
their sense of self-worth.

Next time I talk to the Minister,
I'll bring it up again,

but I can't promise anything.

Ah, Major. Get everything
settled with Quark?

Oh, that little toad is this far
from doing a 360 out an airlock.

I'm glad to hear
everything went okay.

Commander, sensors are picking
up elevated neutrino readings.

A ship's coming
through the wormhole.

On-screen.

Sensors are detecting
four life-forms on board.

I'm reading a plasma leak
in their engine core.

Hail them.

No response.

The reactor's overheating.
Life support is barely functioning.

- Get them out of there, Chief.
- Aye, sir.

I'm Commander Sisko
of the United Federation of Planets.

You've just been beamed aboard
a Bajoran space station.

We don't mean you any harm.

We're going to
bring your ship in.

Once it's docked,

we'll diagnose its problems
and hopefully fix them.

After that, you can be on your way.

I can offer medical assistance
for that wound.

Does anyone understand
what she's saying?

Something must be wrong
with the universal translator.

Chief?

It's working, Commander

but for some reason,
it's having a hard time

analyzing their language patterns.

Their syntax
and their grammatical structure

must be completely unlike
anything in our database.

We'll have to keep them talking
until the computer

can establish a translation matrix.

Keeping them talking
shouldn't be much of a problem.

Major, we've got to get them
down to the Infirmary.

They seem to be most
comfortable with you.

Why don't you lead the way?

A-All right.

Um... we're going to take a little ride
on the turbolift.

Sisko to Odo.

Yes, Commander.

We're bringing some new arrivals

from the Gamma Quadrant
down to the Promenade.

Meet us at Turbolift 9.

I'm on my way.

We're here.
You can come out now.

There's no need to be afraid.

Come on. It's all right.

What seems to be the
trouble, Commander?

The computer's having a hard
time translating their language.

I can see how that
would be a problem.

It's okay.

Come on.

Hold on!
Let's stick together.

No wandering off.

Now you just stay put
while I round up your friend.

Uh, let me try.

Come with me.

Hello.

Dress. It's called a dress.

Intaowa?

Uh, I'm afraid
you'll have to put that back.

Do you like it?

Yes, it's very nice, but it's not yours.
And that, that goes for you, too.

Major,

perhaps you'd better handle this.

All right.
Let's put those back, both of you.

They really need
to put those back.

We can go shopping later,

but right now, it's very important
that we go to the Infirmary.

So, everyone, follow me.
We'll all go together.

Hmm, there's no doubt who the boss is.

How bad is it, Doctor?

Looks like a second-degree plasma burn.

The dermal regenerator
should take care of it.

I'm sorry. I'm not the doctor.

I assure you...

I will not hurt him.

He's going to be all right.

These will be your quarters
while you're here at the station.

I'm sure you want to rest
and clean up and... you don't understand

anything I'm saying, do you?

I know something
they might understand.

Seven maaza stalks.

This is food.

Please, try one.

Major, show them it's okay.

See.

Mmm.

Mmm, it's really very good.

Mmm...

I'm glad you like them.

I'm sorry, I still don't understand.

Wait.

Did you hear that?
I think she said "need."

Go on, keep talking.

My people yeekopa

Skrreea.

Havou fotar save them.

Save them? How?

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Keep talking.

Soka roo need your help.

There's no time soulak.

We are the Skrreea.

My people need your help.
There's no time to waste.

Your people are the Skrreea.
You need our help.

There's no time to waste.

Your people, where are they?

They are on the
creshnee side of the Eye.

- The "Eye?"
- The Eye of the Universe.

The tunnel.

I think she means the wormhole.

They are on the other side.
They don't realize we found the Eye.

How many people
are we talking about?

Many... three jeetaka.

Three hundred? Three thousand?

Three million?

Three million.

Three million of my people
are on the other side.

We must bring them through the Eye.
We must bring them here.

I--Is there anything wrong?

I'm just not used to the men being here.

Skrreean men don't involve themselves
in situations like this.

- Are all your leaders women?
- Yes.

- All of them?
- You heard her, Julian.

Men are far too emotional to be leaders.

They're constantly
fighting among themselves.

It's their favorite thing to do.

I'm sorry.
I hope I haven't offended anyone.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

It's all right, Benjamin.

Haneek was just telling us how the
Skrreea are a female-dominant society.

It seems the men
are a bit too emotional to be leaders.

Please do not misunderstand.
We love our men.

Really.

Are you one of the leaders
of your people, Haneek?

Me? Oh, no.

I'm little more than a farmer.
I was just lucky.

How so?

I was the first one to find
the Eye of the Universe.

You were looking for the wormhole?

We had heard about a great
tunnel being discovered.

We knew it must be the Eye of the Universe
that would lead us to Kentanna.

Kentanna?

Kentanna is the legendary
home of the Skrreeans.

It has always been portrayed
in our sacred texts

as being just beyond
the Eye of the Universe.

A planet of sorrow, where the Skrreean
will sow seeds of joy.

I can't guarantee you'll find Kentanna.

But I can promise you
that we'll help you find a home.

We sent our runabouts

to the Gamma Quadrant
to make contact with your ships.

That will be difficult.

They're all spread
out looking for the Eye.

And when we find
them, what then?

This station only
holds 7,000 people.

You're talking about
three million Skrreeans.

I'm afraid most of your people
will have to be confined to their ships.

I understand.

In the meantime,

is there any one person
we should be looking for?

A leader or leaders?

Most of our leaders
were killed by the T-Rogorans.

The T-Rogorans. Who are they?

For eight centuries,
my people have lived under their rule.

We have been forced to work
as laborers and servants.

We were able to escape when the T-Rogorans
were invaded and conquered.

Who conquered them?

I do not know their name.

I only know they were members
of something called "The Dominion."

- Did I wake you?
- Oh, that's all right.

Please, come in.
Computer, lights on full.

- I can come back.
- No.

You've been so kind to me.

How could I possibly
refuse your company?

Go back to bed.
Go on! Go on.

I'll join you again after I'm through.

Are those your husbands?

Hus-bands?

I'm not familiar with that word.
They're bonded to me.

Do you sleep with them both?

Of course.
Don't you sleep with your males?

No, I don't have any males.

Not at the moment, anyway.

They're very useful.

Yes, I can imagine they are.

I just wanted to tell you,
we found some of your ships.

Several hundred Skrreeans should
be arriving at the station today.

We thought it would be a good idea

if you were there to greet them.

Why me?

You yourself said most
of your leaders were dead.

Yes, that's true, but, Kira,
I'm just a farmer.

You also were the first one
through the Eye of the Universe.

That's got to mean something...
in some symbolic, sort of way.

Oh, here.

I brought you something.
Go ahead, open it.

You seemed to like it.

I'm sorry.

I think you misunderstood.

What do you mean?

I thought this was the most
hideous thing I'd ever seen.

Well, that makes two of us.

- It's awful.
- It's horrible.

Who would wear that?

It was no big deal.

You go on a date
with a dabo girl for the first time

and you sit there and tell me
it was no big deal?

It wasn't really a date.

Does your father know
you went out with her?

- Not exactly.
- He doesn't?

I told him I had to help
someone with her homework.

Good thinking.

Too bad I'll never
be able to use that lie.

My dad knows I
never do homework.

It's not a lie, Nog.

Mardah's studying entomology.
She asked me to help her out.

A dabo girl who studies
entomology? Sure.

It's true.

Yeah.

What is entomology?

The study of bugs.

Oh, you mean she wants to be a chef?

Hey, who's that?

I don't know.

What's he doing?

Oh, that's disgusting!

He must be one
of those Skrreeans.

My dad says there's
a lot more on the way.

Hi!

Doesn't he know what a replicator's for?

Idiot!

So, does Mardah
have any sisters?

Commander,

I've cleared the Skrreean ship
to dock at Upper Pylon 2.

It's time to welcome your people
to the Alpha Quadrant, Haneek.

Come along, don't be afraid.

Come on, it's all right.
You're among friends.

Don't be afraid.
It's all right.

It's all right.

Slow down!
There's no running on the Promenade.

It's going to get awfully crowded
around here, Commander.

I know, Constable, but it's worth it.
Just look at them.

They're experiencing
their first taste of freedom.

- Nog, where you going?
- Can't talk now. Gotta run!

Nog!

You know there's no running
on the Promenade.

Who's running?

What seems to be
the problem here?

What's that smell?

- Ask him.
- Me?

You're the one who stinks.

That's because you sprayed
that vapor on us.

Is that true, Nog?

No!

Nog...

It was a joke.

Very amusing.

Thank you for bringing
this to my attention.

I'll take care of it from here.

This isn't over yet, big ears.

Hey, here's a new one.

What kind of name
is "Plix Tixiplik?"

I believe he's a Reegrunion.

"Wanted in seven star systems
for illegal weapon sales."

Weapon sales, huh? Very profitable.

- How would you know about that?
- My Uncle Quark told me.

And what would your Uncle Quark
know about illegal weapon sales?

He, uh... he, uh...

Knows better than to ever
get involved in anything so disreputable.

I'm sure.

I asked that
the boy's father come to see me.

Rom is doing the weekly stock inventory.
I don't want to interrupt him.

You know how easy he loses count.
So, I came in his place.

Nog, have you been causing mischief again?

No, Uncle. It's all a misunderstanding.

He sprayed several Skrreean boys
with a foul-smelling vapor.

Did he?

What do you have to say for yourself?

I--I'm sorry?

You see the boy's beside
himself with guilt.

That doesn't excuse his actions.

And he will be
punished severely.

I will?

I want you to tell the Constable here
that you will never do it again.

I won't?

I mean, I won't.
I promise. Never again.

See that you don't.

Can I leave now?

Go on.

You know, you really can't blame the boy.

- And why is that?
- Oh, come on, Odo.

You know these Skrreeans
are nothing but trouble.

They're all over the station,

looking and touching,
never buying anything.

- And they flake.
- I didn't notice.

Come to my place.
You'll see little pieces of Skrreean skin

all over the bar and the floor.
It's disgusting.

Well, they won't be here long.

I hope not. They're driving
my paying customers away.

They stay here too long,
and I'll be out of business.

In that case,
I hope they never leave.

We've talked it over
among ourselves.

Our feelings were unanimous.

You discovered the Eye of the Universe.

You must lead us the rest of the way.

I'll do the best I can.

That looked serious.

Is everything all right?

Look at them.

Look at my people.

I've never seen them so happy

and here I sit, feeling trapped.

Why?

They expect me
to lead them to Kentanna.

It's going to be okay.

Commander Sisko is doing everything
he can to find you a place to live.

You're not alone.

I hope I'm not intruding.

Oh, not at all.

Haneek, this is Varani,
a great musician.

Maybe the greatest
Bajor has ever known.

She exaggerates,
but that's why I'm so fond of her.

Being a Bajoran,

I know what it's like to be displaced.

As a token of friendship,

I would like to give you this.

It's from a concert I played
many years ago at the Jalanda Forum.

- Tumak, where have you been?
- Nowhere.

- Where are you going?
- To wash.

Computer...

Please show me a chart
of this star system.

- So, what'd your dad say?
- About what?

About you getting in trouble with Odo.

- He was very angry.
- He was?

He always gets angry
when I get caught.

I just remembered.
I have some errands to run for my uncle.

You're going to have to face them
sooner or later.

That was very funny, what you did.

You see, Jake?
There's a man with a sense of humor.

Nobody's laughing.

And luckily nobody got hurt.

I think my friend's real sorry
for what he did.

Aren't you?

I suppose.

See? What'd I tell you?

He doesn't sound sorry to me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

That's enough. Break it up.
I said, break it up!

It's bad enough you're all hanging
around the station

without buying anything.
You have to start fighting, too?

I thought we were welcome here.

Well, make yourself
welcome somewhere else.

You don't want us here.

You don't want anything to do with us.

Well, we don't want
anything to do with you.

Any of you!

I can see the Skrreeans

don't bother to teach
their children manners.

Dax and I have been
combing through data on every uninhabited

M-Class planet in the sector.

We think that Draylon II

would make a perfect home
for the Skrreea.

Draylon II? I've never heard of it.

It's near Sefalla Prime.
It's got definite possibilities.

Stable orbit, temperate climate
and a very low surface radiation.

Add to that good soil
and a long growing season.

I think it's our best bet.

- May we come in?
- Of course.

Ladies.

Forgive them, Commander Sisko.

They don't mean any disrespect.

I understand.

We have some encouraging news.

We think we've found a planet
for you and your people,

one with excellent potential
for resettlement.

We appreciate all your hard work,
but I'm afraid it was unnecessary.

You see, we found Kentanna.

You did?

A planet of sorrow, Kira.
Don't you see?

Kentanna is your planet.

Kentanna is Bajor.

Station Log, Stardate 47391.2.

Chief O'Brien is continuing
to oversee repairs

to the Skrreean ships docked
at the station.

Meanwhile, Minister Rozahn
and Vedek Sorad have arrived

from Bajor with an official response
to the Skrreeans' request to immigrate.

Major, if I may have a moment?

I'm sorry, Varani.
I'm on my way to a meeting.

I know, with Minister Rozahn
and Vedek Sorad.

- I presume Haneek will be there as well.
- That's right.

Please tell here that my heart
goes out to her and her people.

Tell her how much Bajorans everywhere
regret having to refuse their request.

Aren't you being
a little premature?

Am I?

You know what the provisional
government's answer is going to be.

These are people
who have lost everything, Varani.

I know, and I wish there was some way
we could help them.

But Bajor is in shambles, Kira.
You know that as well as I do.

First of all, I want you all to know

that the provisional government
has taken the Skrreeans' request

for immigration very seriously.

The debate in the Chamber of Ministers
became quite heated at times.

Though I suppose you could
say that about all of our debates.

But a decision was reached?

Yes, I was sent here to tell you

that the Ministers, in accord
with the Vedek Assembly,

have decided
to deny the Skrreeans' request.

I am sorry.

Bajor simply cannot absorb
three million refugees

at this time.

After what the Cardassians
did to our planet

we can barely take care of our own.

But no one is asking
you to take care of us.

This decision is not based
strictly on Bajoran self-interest.

Such a huge increase in population

would prove to be tragic
to your people as well as ours.

But Bajor has more than enough
room for us.

The plains of the Northwest Peninsula
are practically uninhabited.

The land's ideal for farming.

It used to be

before the Cardassians
got their hands on it.

Minister Rozahn,
the Skrreea are farmers.

Just give us the land.

I guarantee you,
we can make it thrive again.

Under ideal circumstances,
perhaps you could.

But what if the circumstances
aren't ideal?

What if we go through
another long winter?

What if your crops fail?

What if the famine that has been
plaguing Bajor continues to spread?

What then?

We are willing to take that risk.

I'm afraid we aren't.

We ran a series of projections

to see whether a Skrreean
settlement could survive

on the Northwest peninsula.

The results were not encouraging.

Haneek?

I think you should seriously consider

Draylon II as an alternate to Bajor.

The winters are mild.
There's plenty of good farmland.

No! Projections can be wrong.

But what if they're not?

What is Bajor to do if your people
start dying?

I thought I made that clear.
We are not expecting your help.

Do you really think we could
stand by and do nothing?

We would feel obligated to help
with food, with clothing,

with whatever it would take.

And where would
that aid come from?

Our resources are already depleted.

To help you would mean
depriving our own people.

I am afraid the decision
of the provisional government is final.

The Skrreea will have to find somewhere
else to live.

Please, talk to them.

Tell them they're wrong.

Help us.

I can't.

I'm sorry, Haneek...

But they're right. I wish they weren't.

I wish Bajor was Kentanna.

But it's not.

There's still Draylon II.

Oh!

Look at this!

Excuse me.

If you like cake
the icoberry torte is really good.

Is that big-eared troll
really your friend?

- Yeah.
- He's an idiot.

You're not the first to say that.

But he's not such a bad guy
once you get to know him.

I don't plan on being
around here that long.

My dad says you're probably
going to Draylon II.

Does he?

Yeah, sounds like a nice place.

Do you want to move there?

No.

Neither do I.

Come in.

Haneek...

The thing I don't understand
is why you pretended

to be my friend.

I wasn't pretending.

Ah!

So you are my friend...

Until I need you.

I know it's hard for you to see right now
but I am trying to help.

I think I've had quite enough
of your help.

You've got to believe me.

Commander Sisko has found
you a wonderful home.

You betrayed me, Kira.

No, I didn't.

I honestly believe
the provisional government

made the right decision,

both for Bajor and the Skrreeans.

If that's true,
we have nothing more to discuss.

I was hoping we could still be friends.

So in other words, you came here
looking for forgiveness.

Well, I don't forgive you.

Sisko to Kira.

Go ahead, Commander.

Is Haneek with you?

Yes.

I need both of you
in Ops immediately.

Tumak has taken a ship.
He's headed for Bajor.

- They're not responding, sir.
- Keep trying, Mr. O'Brien.

How did this happen?

With all the traffic around the station,

Tumak and two of his friends
were able to slip away.

We didn't even know the ship was gone
until the Bajorans contacted us.

Haneek, I need for you
to try to talk to your son.

There's a high-energy radiation
leak in the port nacelle.

I've tried to make him aware of it,
but he refuses to acknowledge us.

Major, open a channel
to the Skrreean vessel.

Yes, sir.

Ready.

Tumak?

Listen to me.

Your ship's in danger.

Have him turn off
his engines and drift

until the Bajorans can tractor him in.

Tumak, turn off your engines.

You must turn your engines off, now!

He's not responding.

Tumak, this is serious!

Your life is in danger.

The others who are with you,
their lives are in danger.

Please! Answer me!

Sensors are detecting two Bajoran vessels
closing in on the Skrreean ship.

Display it here. Mr. O'Brien,
patch us into the Bajoran interceptor.

Aye, sir.

Entered restricted space.

You must turn around
and leave immediately.

Open a channel.

This is Major Kira Nerys
on Deep Space 9.

The Skrreean vessel has refused
to acknowledge our hails.

Communications may be down.

- You have to let them land.
- That's impossible, Major.

We have strict orders not to
allow any Skrreean vessel to land.

The pilot's just a boy.

He took the ship without permission.
It's barely operational.

We're not even sure
he'll make it back here.

I'm sorry, Major, but we have our orders.

Who gave you those orders?

They come directly from General Hazar.

Dax, get me General Hazar on Bajor.

Tell his people it's an emergency.
I want to speak to him now.

Stand by, interceptor.

General Hazar will be countermanding
those orders any minute.

The interceptor is closing
on the Skrreean ship.

It's General Hazar, Benjamin.

On-screen.

What is this about, Commander?

It's about the Skrreean vessel
that's approaching Bajor.

I've already given the orders
to have it turned back.

That ship is being flown by a child
and it's leaking radiation.

A child?

Skrreean ship. Repeating.

Return to the space station now.

Have him shut down his engines.

We'll tow him back.

Tumak, please, turn your engines off.

Interceptor One, what's going on?

They've opened fire on us.
Taking evasive action.

Tumak, don't do this!

We've been hit!

Commander, they're returning fire.

No!

Disengage, interceptor! Repeat, disengage.

General, tell your pilots
to hold their fire.

Relaying that order now.

Interceptor One.

The Skrreean ship exploded.
I didn't even think we hit it.

The phaser beam must've ignited
the radiation leak.

I'm very sorry, Commander.

We all are, General.

I just stopped by to wish
you luck on Draylon II.

Haneek, I still believe
this is the best choice...

For Bajor and for you.

You still believe we would have been
a burden to your people?

Yes.

I think you've made a terrible mistake.

All of you.

Maybe we could have helped you.

Maybe we could have helped each other.

The Skrreeans are farmers, Kira.
You have a famine on your planet.

Perhaps we could have made
that peninsula bloom again.

We'll never know, will we?

Fifty years of Cardassian rule

have made you all frightened
and suspicious.

I feel sorry for you.

You were right.

Bajor is not Kentanna.