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Where do you want me
to put this?

Anywhere you can find room.

I bet you can't wait
to put all this together

so you can start shape-shifting
around the room again.

Oh, I suppose.

Though I did enjoy
sleeping in a bed.

Well, there's nothing to stop you
from sleeping in a bed if you want to.

Except that now when I'm asleep

I tend to revert to
my gelatinous state

and slide onto the floor.

No, the bed goes.

I'm a changeling, not a solid.

There's no use
pretending otherwise.

I guess we can put
all this in storage.

- What about these padds?
- Uh...

Finding and Winning
Your Perfect Mate

by Dr. Jennings Rain.

I'll take that.

I thought I was going to be a
humanoid for the rest of my life.

There were certain things--

You don't have to explain, Odo.

I only read
the first three chapters.

Maybe you should finish it.

Why waste my time?

Romance is for solids.

Well, you are a solid,
18 hours a day.

I'm sure there are plenty
of women on this station

who would be very
interested in you,

if you gave them a chance.

I'll keep that in mind, Major.

Right now, I'd be satisfied
just getting this room in order.

Dax to Kira and Odo.

Go ahead, Commander.

There's something we'd like you
to take a look at in Ops.

We're on our way.

One of our listening posts
in the Gamma Quadrant

picked this up
a few minutes ago.

It looks like
a Cardassian military code,

but the computer
doesn't recognize it.

Oh, it's Cardassian, all right.

But I didn't think
there were any Cardassians

in the Gamma Quadrant.

None that we know of.

Not Elgol-red or Fifth
Order Military Encryption.

Try Courier Code Five-Nine.

Strange.

Most Cardassian codes use a
recursive encryption algorithm,

but this has a completely
different coding system.

Bajoran Intelligence
has a lot of experience

breaking Cardassian codes.

Why don't you send it to them?

We did, as soon as it came in.

We still haven't
heard from them.

It may take some time.

If someone's sending
coded Cardassian messages

from the Gamma Quadrant,

I want to know what
they're saying, now.

We do have an expert
in Cardassian codes

living on the station.

You're right.

Dax, get me Mr. Garak.

It's good to see you
again, Cara.

I'm sorry for the interruption.

Well, how did it go?

I'm afraid I disappointed them.

I think they were hoping
that the message they picked up

would contain the key
to defeating the Dominion.

You should have seen
the looks on their faces

when I explained
to them that it was

a five-year-old
planetary survey report.

A planetary survey report?

That's the look, exactly.

I would have thought you'd be
a little disappointed, too.

After all, it could have been
from one of the survivors

of the Cardassian fleet that was
lost in the Gamma Quadrant.

Oh, I'd given up hope

of ever finding any trace
of them long ago.

Really? I never saw
you as the giving-up type.

There comes a time when one
must face reality, my dear.

Those people are gone
and are never coming back.

Well... my young friends,

I'd like to stay here
and chat all day,

but I have dresses to make,
trousers to mend.

It's a full life,
if a trifle banal.

And do tell Captain Sisko
that I'd be more than happy

to decode any Cardassian laundry
lists that come across his desk.

My dear.

My father would be furious
to hear me say this,

but... there's something
about Garak I find...

fascinating.

Yes, he has his moments.

Going somewhere?

I really must remember to stop
underestimating you, Doctor.

How did you know?

You mean, that you were lying
about the contents of the message?

You said you'd given up
on the Cardassian survivors

who were lost in
the Gamma Quadrant.

Well, Ziyal was right.

You're not the giving-up sort.

Very good, Doctor.

You've come a long way

from the naive young man
I met five years ago.

You've become distrustful
and suspicious.

It suits you.

I had a good teacher.

What did the message
really say, Garak?

It was a call for help...

from Enabran Tain.

Tain?

But you said you'd seen his ship
destroyed by the Dominion.

I did, but Tain was head of
the Obsidian Order for 20 years.

If he can survive that,
he can survive anything.

I have to find him, Doctor.

I owe it to him.

You don't owe Tain anything.

He had you exiled
from Cardassia.

Yes, but, aside from that,
we were very close.

He was... my mentor,

and I'm not going
to turn my back on him.

If it'll make you feel any
better, you can come with me.

All you have to do
is come up with an excuse

why you need the runabout,
and we could leave immediately.

So let me get this straight.

You want me to lie
to my commanding officer,

violate Starfleet regulations,

and go with you on a mission
into the Gamma Quadrant,

which will probably
get us both killed.

I'm ready when you are.

In that case... let's go.

To Captain Sisko's office.

How do you know

that the message isn't a fake?

That it was really sent by Tain?

The code sequence was personally
designed by Tain and myself.

No one else knows it.

Now, somehow he got
that message out,

and I have to follow it
back to its source.

Did the message contain
any coordinates?

No. Most of it
was identification code.

The rest of it
was just one word, "alive,"

repeated over and over again.

So it should be easy enough
to triangulate the source.

Captain...
Tain might not be alone.

There could be others.

Troops from the
Cardassian-Romulan fleet,

survivors from the Dominion
attack on New Bajor,

and even crew members
from those Federation ships

that disappeared
in the Gamma Quadrant.

This is a mission of mercy.

You can't ignore it.

I'm still not totally convinced
that it's a genuine message.

But I suppose there's
only one way to find out.

Captain, you can't let him go.
It's too dangerous.

Your concern
is touching, Doctor,

but I assure you,
I can take care of myself.

Maybe you can, but you're
still not going alone.

Doctor?
I think you've just volunteered.

Dr. Bashir
isn't going anywhere.

But I do have
someone else in mind.

I don't know what
makes me angrier --

that you agreed to go into the
Gamma Quadrant with Garak,

or that I had to hear it
from Sisko.

I was going to tell you.

When?
On your way out the airlock?

A Klingon warrior
does not have to explain

why he chooses to face danger,
not even to his par'machkai.

So in other words, you
were afraid I'd make a scene.

That I'd embarrass you,
maybe even cry.

You are capable of anything.

Don't worry, Worf.

I won't be shedding any tears
over you.

Ah. Then you came to wish me
a good death in battle.

No.

I came for these.

My Klingon operas.

Well, you won't be using them
for the next few days.

Somebody might as well
enjoy them.

What?

Something wrong?

You have
a tendency to misplace things.

And you're afraid
that I might...

lose your precious operas?

Yes.

It's a distinct possibility.

If I were you, I'd hurry back.

That is, if you want to keep
your collection intact.

Have a glorious death...
or don't.

It's up to you.

The Gamma Quadrant?

You can't go to
the Gamma Quadrant.

Oh, I can... and I will.

I have to.

But if something were
to happen to you, I...

I don't know what I'd do.

Oh, I'm sure you could find
someone else to eat your meals with.

Not that you'd have to.
I fully intend to return.

It's not just the meals.

Yes, I know.

I'm the only other Cardassian
on the station.

It's not that, either.

You know that.

It's just that...

you're intelligent
and cultured...

and kind.

My dear, you're young,

so I realize that you're
a poor judge of character.

Why do you always make fun
of my feelings for you?

Perhaps because I find them
a bit, uh, misguided?

Well, if this is what you think,

why do you spend so
much time with me?

Because I'm exiled...

and alone,

and a long way from home.

And when I'm with you,

it doesn't feel so bad.

I'm glad I could help.

Ziyal...

no matter what happens,

no matter how bleak
things may look,

I promise you I will come back.

You have my word.

I believe you.

Take your hands off her!

Father, no!

You touch my daughter again,
I'll kill you.

Father...

let him go.
Please!

Go ahead. Kill me.

She'll never forgive you,
you know.

Gentlemen!
Gentlemen.

I don't know what's
going on here,

but I'm sure it's no excuse
to act like a pair of Klingons.

I'll act as I please, Ferengi.

Then you'll excuse me
while I call Security.

I'm sure Odo
will get a big thrill

out of having you locked up
in one of his holding cells.

Father... please.

Public opinion seems to be
running against you.

You know... I think that
actually helped my back.

Let's go, Garak.

I'll buy you a drink.

A pleasure...
as always, my dear.

You do have a lovely daughter.

She must take after her mother.

You're wrong about Garak,
Father.

He's a good man.

You have no idea how much it
pains me to hear you say that.

It is good to see
you again, Ziyal.

It's good to see you,
too, Father.

What are you doing
on the station?

Oh, I had a little skirmish
with a Klingon battle cruiser.

My ship was damaged, so
I came here for repairs,

and to spend some time with you.

And I can see...

we have a lot to talk about.

Remember, this is a
reconnaissance mission.

You are to avoid Dominion
ships at all costs.

I want you back
here in one piece.

What about Garak?

I want him back, too.

I suppose
I don't have to tell you

to keep a close eye on him.

At the first sign of betrayal,
I will kill him,

but I promise
to return the body intact.

I assume that's a joke.

We will see.

You want me to sponsor your
application to Starfleet Academy?

- What do you think?
- I think it is a bad idea.

Well, I'd write the
actual letter myself.

I just need you to sign it.

- Find someone else.
- Why?

Because I'm a Cardassian?

You're a Klingon.
Nog is a Ferengi.

Starfleet Academy is
a very accepting place.

You are not just a Cardassian.

You are a spy, an assassin,
and a saboteur.

I know I've done some
unfortunate things in the past,

and I regret them.

That's why I want
to join Starfleet;

why I need to join Starfleet.

I'm looking for a fresh start,

a way to make up for all
the damage I've done.

I need to prove to myself

that I can be better than I am,

but I need your help,

your support to
start me on my way...

to redemption.

If that is how you feel,
I will...

consider your request.

That's all I ask.

Frankly, I think I can be
quite an asset to Starfleet.

With my extensive experience,
I could skip the lower ranks

entirely and begin my
career as a Commander.

Maybe you should suggest that
in your letter.

Tell them you'd be honored
to serve under me.

Do not play games with me.

You have no desire
to join Starfleet, do you?

No, I'm afraid I don't.

Then why all of this deception?

Because lying is a skill
like any other,

and if you want to maintain
a level of excellence,

you have to practice constantly.

Practice on someone else.

Mr. Worf,
you're no fun at all.

Good.

Major...

you and I have to talk.

Ah, Dukat, I've had a busy day.

I just want to drink my coffee--

I left my daughter in your care.

You promised me
you would look after her.

I trusted you.

Listen, if this is about taking Ziyal
to services at the Bajoran shrine--

I'm not talking about exposing
her to your backwards superstitions.

She's half Bajoran.

That's part
of her cultural heritage.

I understand that.
I'm talking about Garak.

- What about him?
- She's in love with him!

Oh... I wouldn't call it love.

So you've known about this
all along,

and you've done nothing
to stop it?

She was lonely.

The last time I checked,

he's the only other Cardassian
living on the station.

The man is a heartless,
cold-blooded killer.

Like I said, he's a Cardassian.

Your daughter is a grown woman

capable of making
her own decisions.

I'm not fond of Garak, and I...

may even think that
their friendship is a mistake,

but the way I see it,
that's her prerogative.

You did this on purpose,
didn't you?

Did what?

Allowed my daughter to associate
with a man you knew was my enemy.

Stood by while
he whispered poison in her ear,

and all under the guise
of doing me a favor.

No, Dukat, let's get
one thing straight.

I didn't bring Ziyal
to the station for you.

I did it for her,

because I knew it would be
better for her to be here

than being a soldier,

fighting in your private
little war with the Klingons.

Save your excuses, Major.

You've betrayed me,

and I promise I won't forget it.

If that's a threat...

I'm not impressed.

There was a time when Bajorans

took Cardassian threats
very seriously.

Not anymore.

Good day, Major.

Good day.

I just don't see why
these runabout replicators

can't provide
a more varied menu.

I'd like to get my hands
on that fellow Earl Grey

and tell him a thing or two
about tea leaves.

We've just dropped out of warp.

Is there something wrong?

We can go no further.

What do you mean?

My readings indicate
the source of that coded signal

is deep in Dominion space.

I have strict orders to
avoid unnecessary risk.

We must turn back.

Well, I certainly don't want
to take an unnecessary risk,

but our sensors show no sign

of Jem'Hadar warships
in this area.

True, but the likelihood
of contact will increase

from this point on,

and my orders were very clear.

But we've come all this way.

To turn around now
without an answer --

it seems so... un-Klingon.

I am also a Starfleet officer.

Why don't we go
through this nebula?

We can avoid detection,
and get light-years closer

to the source
of the transmission.

Our shields would be
useless in that nebula.

But so would Jem'Hadar sensors.

The answer is out there,
Commander.

We just have to have
the courage to find it.

And remember, it's not
just Tain we're looking for.

The Maryland, the Proxima,
the Sarajevo --

Starfleet ships
that have been lost

in the Gamma Quadrant for years,

and their crews --
brave soldiers,

warriors of the Federation,
unaccounted for.

We owe it to them
to do everything in our power

to find them
and bring them home.

It's the honorable thing to do.

You use that word, but you have
no idea what it means.

Maybe not... but you do.

Setting course for the nebula.

There's a pocket
of toh-maire gas ahead of us.

Bringing her to 031 mark 355.

Steady as she--

Now what could that be?

Whatever they are,

they are coming right at us.

Maybe this wasn't
such a good idea after all.

- You still haven't lost them.
- I know that.

There are four more
Jem'Hadar ships in close pursuit,

and at least two ahead of us
on an intercept course.

We must warn the station.

There is only one reason
for the Dominion

to hide such a large fleet
this close to the wormhole.

You think they're planning
to attack the Alpha Quadrant?

I'm certain of it.

Your message is transmitting,
but it's hard to tell

if it's getting through
all this interference.

We've got to get clear
of the nebula.

What happened?

We've just come to a dead stop.

They have us in a tractor beam.

Repolarize the hull.

Try to shake us loose.

Ah... are we
glad to see you.

Could one of you point us in
the direction of the wormhole?

I'm telling you,
he knows exactly who I am.

Kirayoshi already recognizes me.

Nerys, the O'Briens' baby
is less than a month old.

He doesn't recognize
his own fingers.

He spent seven months
inside my belly,

listening to my heartbeat,

hearing my voice.

There's a connection there.

Every time I walk
into the room, he smiles.

- It's probably gas.
- Thanks.

You always know just
the right thing to say.

How's my baby boy?

He recognized me.

Did he?

Hold on -- I'm getting
a priority one distress signal

from the Gamma Quadrant.

Dax to Sisko.

You better come out here.

What is it?

I've got a message from Worf,
but it's badly garbled.

Maybe I can clean it up.

It says "Jem'Hadar,"

and then some
coordinates I can't make out.

"Build up" and then...

Go on.

It ends with "imminent."

"Imminent"?

We just lost contact with
two of our listening posts

in the Gamma Quadrant.

The Dominion -- they're coming.

Notify Starfleet Command.

Put the station on yellow alert.

Make sure everyone knows
this is not a drill.

Major, I want you to take the
Defiant into the Gamma Quadrant.

Locate Mr. Worf.

Find out what the hell's
going on there.

And if an invasion fleet
is on the way?

Then get back here
as soon as possible,

and God help us all.

Ah, good.

You look like the man in charge.

I was just trying to explain
to your colleagues here

that this is all an
unfortunate misunderstanding.

Cardassians are all alike.

You talk too much.

Let him go.

I give the orders here.

Release me... or die.

Worf...

do as he says.

This is Internment Camp 371.

You are here because you
are enemies of the Dominion.

There is no release, no escape,

except death.

Another listening post
has gone dead

and the one closest
to the wormhole

is detecting an incoming ship.

Picking up an increase
in neutrino levels.

Something's coming through.

Shields fully charged.

Weapons ready.

The wormhole's opening.

On-screen.

It's the Defiant.

- We're being hailed.
- Put it through.

Major, what have you found?

Trouble.

- Father?
- Ah.

- Have you been waiting long?
- Not long.

You should've come
into the shrine.

No, I don't think so.

So, where would you
like to have dinner?

Forget about dinner.

I want you to go back to your
quarters and pack your things.

There's a ship leaving for
Cardassia in the morning.

I want you on it.

You're sending me to Cardassia?

I've just learned
there's a Dominion fleet

headed for the wormhole.

This place is not safe
any longer.

Father, I'm not sure
that I want to go.

Ziyal.

There's nothing to discuss.

I'm not going to let
any harm come to you.

Now I think you'd better
get ready to leave.

Hmm?

They have been scanned.
They have no weapons,

and their identities
have been confirmed.

Very well.

You will be sheltered
in Barracks 6.

You are free to move about
the compound,

but remember,
beyond the atmospheric dome,

there is nothing
but airless vacuum

and barren rock.

Leave the dome,
even for an instant,

and you die.

We'll keep that in mind.

I've been waiting for another...

Klingon.

General Martok.

Enough! It's over.

But for you,
it's just beginning.

Do I know you?

I am Worf, son of Mogh.

Yes, I've heard of you.

How long have you been here?

Two years.

Aren't you Klingons
supposed to kill yourselves

when you're taken prisoner?

Not when there are
still enemies to fight.

Or hope of escape.

If you... are Worf...

then you must be Garak.

He said you would come.

There.

Tain.

What is wrong with him?

- It's his heart.
- Really?

There are many people who'd say
he doesn't have one.

He was convinced
that you would come.

He knew I had no choice.

Tain.

Tain, I'm here.

My message...

it got through?

It did.

Where are the others?

There are no others.

Just Commander Worf and me.

You allowed yourselves
to be taken prisoner?

I taught you better than that.

Living on that station
has dulled your wits.

That's it?

After I've come all this way,

after all I've been through,

that's all you have
to say to me?

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say,

"Thank you, Elim.

"Your loyalty
is most gratifying.

I knew I could count on you."

But I couldn't count on you,
could I?

All you've done

is to doom us...

both.

Sorry I'm late.

What's he doing here?

Captain Sisko invited me.

A Dominion invasion
of the Alpha Quadrant

will affect Cardassia
every bit as much

as it's going to affect us.

Besides, we need all the help
we can get.

The Dominion picked
a perfect time to invade.

The Cardassian fleet
is in shambles.

The Romulans are
not much better off.

And between the Klingon war
and the recent Borg attack,

Starfleet's spread pretty thin.

Then we're going to have
our hands full.

There are at least 50
Dominion ships headed our way.

For all we know, that could
just be the first wave.

How soon can we expect
reinforcements to get here?

At maximum warp, two days.

Not soon enough.

What help can we expect
from Cardassia?

My ship and my crew
are at your disposal.

One ship.
Things are looking brighter.

Right now, there's no way
we can beat the Dominion.

Our only hope is
to prevent their fleet

from entering
the Alpha Quadrant.

You're going to destroy
the wormhole?

It's always been a final option.

I'd hoped to never use it.

But the Celestial Temple,
the Prophets...

Professor Kahn
of the Trill Science Ministry

has come up with a way
to seal the wormhole

without damaging it
or harming the Prophets.

But Bajor will be cut off
from the Celestial Temple.

Well, history has shown

whenever the Prophets want
to communicate with Bajor,

they find a way.

- But...
- It's either that

or Bajor becomes
the first Dominion target.

We'll have to re-modulate
the deflector grid frequencies

and rig a phase-conjugate
graviton beam.

You and Dax start working
immediately.

What about Worf?

If we close the wormhole,

he and Garak will be trapped
in the Gamma Quadrant.

Casualties... of war.

They have 36 hours
to find their way home.

Let's hope they can make it.

Dismissed.

Before this asteroid
was converted into a prison,

the Dominion used
to mine ultritium here.

There was no dome.

Each one of these barracks

had its own life-support system
embedded in the walls.

And Tain was able to modify
that life-support system

and create
a subspace transmitter.

Yes.

There's a crawl space
just behind those panels.

He spent hours in there
working every day

for months on end.

Cardassians --

they're clever people.

Especially that one.

But in just a few days, at best,

he'll be dead.

Then it is up to
us to be clever.

They're releasing
him from isolation.

- Good.
- Who?

A friend.

Move!

B-negative, in case
you were wondering.

Well, it appears we are all
who we seem to be.

If the blood screenings
can be trusted.

- It's all we've got.
- What about the others?

Have they been tested?

Everyone except that Breen.
No blood.

When were you brought here?

Over a month ago.

I was attending a burn-treatment
conference on Meezan IV.

I went to bed one night
and woke up here.

The same thing happened to me,

except I was hunting sabre bear
out on Kang's Summit.

Little did I know,
I was being stalked as well.

And now I'm told the changeling
that replaced me

has caused the death
of countless Klingons.

It is a grave dishonor.

You are not to blame.

I can only imagine
what my replacement

is up to on the station.

We must escape and warn
Captain Sisko

before that changeling
carries out his mission.

Creating a precisely
modulated graviton field

to seal the wormhole won't
be as easy as Lenara thought.

She was always a lot stronger
on theory than execution.

But we'll get it.

I'm sure you will.

Julian!

What are you doing
up this early?

You've been working
for 16 hours straight.

I thought you could do
with some sandwiches.

That's very thoughtful.

You're a gentleman
and a scholar.

Truer words were never spoken.

Oh, if you need anything,
anything at all, let me know.

Ah! It's about time.

You almost missed
your transport.

Where's your baggage?
Never mind.

I'll have it sent to you.

That won't be necessary, Father.

I'm not leaving.

Ziyal...

I know we haven't spent
much time together,

but I think you know me
well enough to realize

that when I give an order,
I expect to be obeyed.

I'm not one of your soldiers.

No... you're my daughter.

I'm Tora Naprem's daughter, too.

I am half Bajoran.

I don't belong on Cardassia.

You know
I will never be accepted there.

Ziyal, you have to trust me.

Things are going to change
on Cardassia.

- What things?
- I don't have time to explain.

You're leaving now.

- I can't go.
- It's him, isn't it?!

That despicable tailor.

You don't want to leave
because you're waiting for him?

Garak promised me
that he would come back.

Listen to me, Ziyal.

He's never coming back.

He's probably dead already,

and even if he isn't,

the Federation is going
to seal the wormhole.

Garak will be trapped
on the other side.

He made a promise...

and so did I.

I said I would wait for him
and I will.

Is a promise...

to an enemy of your family

more important than
obeying your father?

So be it.

Stay here if that's
what you want.

Stay here and be damned.

I should never have come here.

I should have let that monster
die forgotten and alone.

Frankly, I'm glad you came.

Misery loves company.

All my life I've done nothing
but try to please that man.

I let him mold me...

let him turn me into
a mirror image of himself.

And how did he repay me?

With exile.

But I forgave him.

And here, in the end,
I thought maybe,

just maybe, he could forgive me.

From what I've seen of him
over the past month,

he doesn't come across
as the forgiving type.

I've been a fool.

Let this be a lesson
to you, Doctor.

Perhaps the most valuable
one I can ever teach you.

Sentiment is the greatest
weakness of all.

If that's true, it's a
lesson I'd rather not learn.

I thought
you might want to know --

if you wish to speak to Tain...

do it now,

before it's too late.

Elim...

Elim, is that you?

It's me.

Everything's gone dark.

I can't see you.

Are you alone?

Yes.

There's no one else
but you and me.

Surjak, Memad, Brun...

they can't be trusted.

They must be dealt with.

I've already taken care of it.

And what about Gul Vorlem?

Were you able to contact him?

Years ago.

The Romulan ambassador?

He's gone.

All your enemies are dead.

Good.

A man shouldn't allow
his enemies to outlive him.

Then you can die happy.

Unless you still
consider me your enemy.

Elim...

promise me one thing.

I'm listening.

Don't die here.

Escape. Live.

Let me guess...

so that I can make
the Dominion pay

for what they've done to you.

You wouldn't deny an old man
his revenge, would you?

I'll do as you ask,

on one condition:

That you don't ask me this favor
as a mentor

or a superior officer...

but as a father asking his son.

You're not my son.

Father...

Father, you're dying.

For once in your life,
speak the truth.

I should have killed your mother
before you were born.

You have always been a weakness

I can't afford.

So you've told me.

Many times.

Listen, Enabran...

all I ask
is that for this moment,

let me be your son.

Elim...

remember that day
in the country?

You must have been almost five.

How can I forget it?

It was the only day.

I can still see you...

on the back
of that riding hound.

You must've fallen off
a dozen times.

But you never gave up.

I remember limping home.

You held my hand.

I was very proud of you...

that day.

Garak.

Gentlemen, I don't know
about you...

but my business here is done.

Then I suggest we find a way
out of here.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

A full-scale Dominion invasion
appears imminent.

Still, I remain confident
in my crew's ability

to face this crisis
as they have so many others --

with dedication
and with courage.

Our last listening post in the
Gamma Quadrant just went dead.

That one was right on the
other side of the wormhole.

Which means the Dominion fleet
is minutes away. Chief!

Nearly ready.

Worf...

Is a Klingon warrior.

He'll understand.

Neutrino levels in the wormhole
are rising.

If we're going to do this,
it's got to be now.

- Ready.
- Here goes nothing.

Activate graviton emitters.

May the Prophets forgive us.

We're losing it.

What happened?

Someone sabotaged
the emitter array.

Captain, the wormhole's opening.

Battle stations!