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I'm not what a lot of people think.

I mean, if you're a dabo girl

you know, you get a reputation.

Miss Sarda, why don't you tell me exactly what happened.

When did you start to have trouble with Quark?

About five minutes after I got off the ship.

He immediately made sexual advances?

He said it was part of the job.

And what did you say?

I told him I'd wear the costume and entertain the gamblers

but to keep his Ferengi knuckles to himself.

That didn't stop him?

No. He said again that it was part of the job.

He showed me my employment agreement.

See, there it is in the Ferengi print...

page 21, subsection D, paragraph 12.

You're telling me the contract you signed requires you to...

I guess I should have read it more carefully.

I'm not a legal expert, Commander.

I'm not a legal expert either, but I can assure you

after I talk to Quark

he won't hold you or anyone else to this provision concerning...

Commander, sensors are picking up

elevated neutrino readings.

Something's coming through the wormhole.

Excuse me.

Thank you, Commander.

Are any of the transports due back?

Not according to our logs.

Put us on Yellow Alert.

It doesn't match anything in Starfleet files.

I'm getting readings of a massive energy flux.

It could be damaged.

Sensors indicate a single humanoid life-form on board.

Hail it.

Aye, sir.

Hail acknowledged. Response coming in.

On screen.

Welcome to the Alpha Quadrant.

I'm Commander Benjamin Sisko

of the United Federation of Planets.

Alpha Quadrant?

You've passed through a wormhole into a new part of the galaxy.

I saw a small ship disappear.

I followed it.

That was one of our patrol vessels.

You've traveled almost 90,000 light years.

What planet do you come from?

How long does it last, this anomaly?

It's stable.

You can return whenever you want to.

In the meantime, you're welcome to dock here

and we'll try to answer all your questions.

No. No time.

Inertial stress is overloading his structural capacity.

Prepare to transport him off his ship.

I will not abandon my vessel.

Sir, your ship is in danger of...

I will not leave!

We can use a tractor beam to tow him in.

The beam's graviton field

should shore up the structural integrity.

Do it.

Cut your engines.

Why?

So I can save your ship, friend.

We'll bring you in

try to fix you up as good as new.

Good.

Engaging tractor beam.

Steady, now.

You feel the graviton field

taking hold?

Yes.

You'll be fine now.

Just relax and enjoy the ride.

I think we might want to skip

formal first-contact procedures for now.

Agreed.

Why don't you meet him by yourself

at the airlock, Mr. O'Brien?

He might find that a little less intimidating.

Aye, sir.

And, if you can...

find out what he's so nervous about.

Aye, sir.

O'Brien to Ops.

Go ahead, Chief.

Sure you didn't

beam this fellow out when I wasn't looking?

Negative.

He's not in here.

Sensors say he's still on board, Chief.

Friend... if you're in here

you've got nothing to worry about from me.

Understand?

I'm just going to take a look at your ship

see what the problem is, okay?

And just to let you know, I'm an engineer.

I know a little bit about ships.

Well, more than a little, actually.

Though I'll tell you

I've never seen anything close to this.

All right, then.

Is this some sort of plasma injector?

Okay, then...

then that must be an off-axis field controller over there.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

The coladrium flow has been damaged.

You can't go sneaking up on someone like that, friend.

It's an Alpha Quadrant rule.

Can it be repaired?

Well, that all depends.

Depends?

On what exactly a coladrium flow is.

On my world, it would be simple.

With proper materials, I could do it myself.

Hang on.

I didn't say we couldn't figure it out.

You're just going to have to teach me as we go.

I'm sure that we can...

I have no time.

I know.

Everyone's in a hurry these days.

We'll have you on your way

as soon as it's humanly possible.

That's me, by the way... human species.

Name's O'Brien.

Oh Brien.

Miles O'Brien, Chief of Operations.

How about you?

I am Tosk.

That's your name or your species?

I am Tosk.

Oh.

Tosk it is.

Come on.

There's nothing to be afraid of out there.

We've got to wait for your reactor to cool down anyway

before we can do anything else.

Come on.

I've got work to do.

So, what happened to you, anyway?

Looks like you took

some sort of a shock to your hull.

The passage through the anomaly was very rough.

Yeah, sure.

The wormhole can shake you up, all right.

Security sensor.

Screens for weapons.

It's just picking up my phaser.

You're fine.

You wear a weapon.

Defensive purposes only.

It may not seem hospitable

but when you go into an alien ship for the first time

you never know what might be in there.

You may even find someone

who can make himself invisible.

You know what I mean?

I understand.

A health center?

Yeah. That's Dr. Bashir.

He looks after our medical problems.

How many live here?

Well, 300, more or less.

What is its purpose?

Purpose?

Defense?

Surveillance?

Well, sometimes, when I walk along here

I feel like we're the flea market

to the sector.

But I guess our real job

is to keep an eye on the wormhole.

There's traffic going in and out all the time now.

Many ships dock here.

Five or six a week.

We sometimes have a whole convoy

on its way through the wormhole.

But you have the honor

of being the first visitor from the other side.

Others will detect ships from your quadrant, as I did

and follow them here.

We hope so.

Our mission as Starfleet officers

is to seek out new life-forms

so we can learn about each other.

Madam, I distinctly saw you

move your wager to the green line

after the play was completed.

I will return your currency

but you will promptly leave the establishment.

You are not welcome here.

Well, there are some things to learn about us that can wait.

How about you?

You an explorer? A scientist?

I am Tosk.

Right.

Computer, lights.

Oh, I wasn't the decorator.

I wish to begin work on my ship.

Yes, well, we'll start as soon as we can.

Now, why don't you get some rest?

I require only 17 minutes of sleep per rotation.

17? No kidding?

If I don't get a good eight hours a night

I'm not the same man.

Are you hungry?

Hungry?

You know, would you like to eat?

Take in sustenance.

Liquid nutrients are stored

in plasmic fibers throughout my body.

Oh.

Well, this is the food replicator over here

in case you change your mind.

We finally got it making a pretty good bowl of oatmeal.

Just ask the computer if you need anything else.

Oh Brien...

thank you.

As the Vulcans say, we're here to serve.

Computer...

State request.

I wish to see a display of this facility.

Specify exterior or interior display.

Interior.

Interior display available in 19 sections.

Specify requirements.

Show me where the weapons are stored.

Habitat ring, level five, section three.

Access restricted to security clearance 7 and above.

It's hard to say, sir.

You hate to prejudge anyone.

What are you thinking, Chief?

You know the old saying...

"A man who's always looking over his shoulder

is waiting for trouble to find him."

You think he's on the run?

I'll tell you this... he wasn't telling

the whole truth about the damage to his ship.

It sure wasn't caused by the wormhole.

Somebody took a shot at him.

It came in at a 45 degree angle to the hull

sliced through two propulsion systems.

I'll know more when I get a better look at it.

Stay with him as much as possible while he's here.

I'll tell Odo to keep an eye on him, too.

Aye, sir.

No. The coladrium flows through the arva nodes.

What are they?

Some kind of high energy magnetic coils?

For fuel replenishment.

Fuel? Oh, like a ramscoop.

Ramscoop?

Yeah, to capture stellar gasses

and convert them into usable fuel.

Yes. The arva nodes convert space matter into fuel.

Ah, gotcha.

Mm, piece of cake.

Piece of cake. Ramscoop. Arva nodes.

"Piece of cake"...it's an old human expression.

It means they'll be easy to fix.

They will be easy to fix?

Sure. Yeah.

We'll just get my crew to remove your arva nodes

then we'll take them over to the replicator center

and make new ones.

Piece of cake.

How long?

Oh...

maybe a day or two.

We'll want to run some tests after the replacement unit's in.

No. No time for that.

Hey, I let you take that unit out

without proper testing

it breaks down, you blame me

next thing I know

my work has a bad reputation in the Gamma Quadrant.

I would not blame you.

I was joking, Tosk.

I cannot tell... Oh Brien.

Sorry, it's in my nature.

And you're the most natural straight man

I've met in ages.

Come on, while the fellas are working here

I'll buy you a drink and you can tell me

why you're in such a rush.

Dabo!

Nothing like this exists on my world.

This is where we do most of our R&R.

What is "R&R"?

Rest and relaxation.

You know, down time.

When we're not working.

You sleep a full third of your rotation.

You rest and relax while you are awake.

Alpha Quadrant has far too much down time.

My wife would laugh at that.

She's barely seen me in the last three weeks.

We are very different

Tosk and Oh Brien.

I've noticed.

Hey, barkeep!

Don't call me "barkeep."

I'm not a barkeep.

I'm your host.

The proprietor.

A sympathetic ear to the wretched souls

that pass through these portals.

And a man who will exploit any vice you may have.

Two synthales, barkeep.

I am sorry.

I have no vices for you to exploit.

A challenge.

Tosk is our first guest from the Gamma Quadrant, Quark.

I'd take him at his word.

Perhaps a short adventure in a holosuite?

Holosuite?

A fantasy encounter with danger, romance, thrills

created for your personal entertainment

by the brothers Quark.

I have no use for fantasy adventure.

I live the greatest adventure one could ever desire.

Then I envy you, Mr. Tosk.

What are you talking about, Tosk?

What is this adventure you're on?

I cannot discuss it.

Oh, sure.

Of course.

Sounds like you've changed your mind about him, Chief.

Not exactly.

I mean he's running from something, that's for sure.

And he's in danger.

And he can't, or won't talk about it.

People tell doctors things they wouldn't tell anyone else.

If you could get him to have

a routine medical examination, maybe I...

The thing is, I kind of like the guy.

I'm not even sure why.

In a way, he's almost naive.

I guess anyone would be in an alien environment

but I don't sense a threat of criminal intent

or dishonesty about him.

I thought you said he lied about

the damage to his ship.

He didn't exactly lie.

But he didn't exactly tell the truth either.

He keeps the truth pretty much to himself.

When do you think his ship will be ready?

Tomorrow.

I don't see that we have much of a choice.

We can't hold him.

If he wants to tell you the truth, fine.

If not...

wish him well and send him on his way.

Just what do you think you're doing?

Computer, seal off corridor 14-A, Habitat Level 5.

Seal confirmed.

Security to Habitat 514-A.

When you get tired of bouncing

off force fields, we can talk, all right?

I did nothing to you.

It's that security junction I'm curious about.

I must prepare.

For what?

I cannot discuss it.

I am Tosk.

I'm sure you are.

Why don't we go down to my office

while your friend, Chief O'Brien takes a look

to see just what you've been doing in there?

Oh Brien?

Right.

I'm going to release the force fields now.

I don't need a fight from you, understand?

I will not fight you.

Good.

Computer, release the security seals.

I cannot discuss it.

And I can't accept that as an answer.

I did nothing to you.

You were tampering with the security grid.

I consider that a threat.

I think he was trying to shut out the lock-outs

to section three.

The weapons locker.

What were you going to do with the weapons?

Are you wanted by authorities

somewhere in the Gamma Quadrant?

"Wanted?"

Have you committed crimes?

Never. I am Tosk.

What does that mean?

Is that supposed to explain all this?

It is all I can say.

Tosk, don't you think we deserve some answers?

What should I do with him?

Hold him for now.

We'll wait to see

if someone shows up looking for him.

Enough of this craziness, Tosk.

Tell me, what were you doing?

Oh Brien... you must let me out.

Tell me.

Allow me to die with honor.

Die?

Who would want to kill you, Tosk?

Allow me to die with honor.

He's climbing the walls like a trapped animal.

I'm sorry our jail cells aren't to his liking.

Somehow, I feel responsible.

You do?

Yeah, well, I guess I kind of adopted him.

I talked him into coming on board.

You didn't talk him

into breaking into the security system.

I just feel sorry for him.

Somehow, I don't think he means us any harm.

What the hell is his secret?

Sensors are picking up ionized L-band emissions.

The patterns match Tosk's ship.

Hail them. Maybe we'll finally get a few answers.

No response.

Again, rotate frequencies.

It's a modulated particle beam.

It's scanning us.

Ready shields.

Not yet, Major.

Let them have a good look at us.

I'm reading phased power fluctuations.

They may be readying a transporter of some kind.

Now, Major.

Shields up.

Open all hailing channels.

Open.

This is Commander Benjamin Sisko of the United...

They're bombarding us

with some kind of radiation I've never seen before.

Very rapid magnetic flux variations.

What the?

They've reversed the polarity of our shields.

I'm picking up transporter locks.

They're beaming on board.

Location?

Promenade.

Security to the Promenade.

Kira and O'Brien with me.

Dax, you have Ops.

Ready phasers.

I'm Commander of this station.

Put down your weapons.

Increase setting to level six.

It's that Tosk they're after.

Maybe they have a right to him.

Nobody's abducting a prisoner out of my brig

as long as I'm alive.

You may need this.

Thanks, Major.

You know I never use them.

I have Tosk...

...alive.

It is over.

What a disappointment.

And after such an entertaining beginning.

Entertaining?!

These aliens gave us a great deal of resistance.

We wondered how you got their cooperation

without violating your oath of silence.

I told them nothing.

But to see you here...

caged...

helpless...

how could you allow this?

It is a disgrace to all Tosk

and the most disappointing hunt in memory.

You're saying that this whole thing is a hunt

and Tosk is the prey?

You are right.

This Tosk is unworthy of such a noble description.

For this dishonor, you will endure

the greatest humiliation

Tosk can know...

to be captured and brought home alive.

You will live out your existence on public display

where children can make fun of you

toss you scraps of food

which is more than you deserve.

Release him.

You've disrupted life on this station

for the pleasure of your "hunt"?

I'm not inclined to take orders from you.

Odo, watch the prisoner

while our guest and I discuss this in private

unless you intend to take him by force.

In which case, I'm prepared to give orders

to open fire on your ship.

Over this Tosk?!

Have you nothing similar in your own society?

Centuries ago, people on my world engaged in blood sports...

killing lower species for pleasure.

A few cultures still do

but even they wouldn't consider hunting a sentient being.

But he is sentient only because we have made him sentient.

He has been bred for the hunt.

His entire reason to exist is the hunt...

to make it as exciting, as interesting as he can.

Obviously, you do not comprehend.

I comprehend just fine.

I have no tolerance for the abuse of any life-form.

Abuse?

We honor Tosk.

They are the symbol of all

that is noble and courageous.

They train and condition themselves

all their lives for this event.

They're proud of their role in our culture.

I can't judge what is right and wrong for your world

but on this station...

In the future, passage through the anomaly

will be considered out of bounds for the hunt.

Will that satisfy you?

Now, you will arrange for release of the Tosk.

I've agreed to release him.

But, sir, Tosk is an intelligent, living being.

It's their custom, Chief.

Under the Prime Directive

we have no right to interfere.

What if Tosk were to request asylum?

If he asks for it.

All right, I have a way out for you.

A way out...

of here?

Request asylum.

Asylum.

You ask for the protection of the Federation.

You understand?

My Commander is willing to protect you.

Oh Brien, I am Tosk.

I cannot hide here

behind the protection of your Federation.

It is against everything I believe.

You'd rather go back

and live in a cage on public display?

To stay would be a greater dishonor.

I am Tosk

the hunted.

I live to outwit the hunters for another day

to survive until I die with honor.

But that will not be my fate.

But I will not deny my existence as Tosk.

Thank you, Oh Brien...

but I cannot request asylum.

So far, I'm not impressed with the tourist trade

from the Gamma Quadrant.

Not one of them has bought a single drink.

Shut up, Quark.

More trouble with the little woman.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing, nothing.

I just thought you might want to talk.

There is nothing wrong between my wife and I.

And if there were, I sure as hell

wouldn't want to talk to some barkeep about it.

Sorry. My mistake.

What?!

Your face gets very...

pink when it gets aggravated.

Much more so than most other humans.

So stop aggravating me.

Oh, not me.

You came in the door this way.

Fine. You're right, I'm aggravated.

I am a keen observer of behavior.

You want to talk about it?

No.

Why not?

Because it wouldn't do any good talking to you.

Try me.

Forget it.

It's just the rules of the game.

Uh-huh.

Rules of the game. Go on.

It's a hunt.

Did you know that?

They're chasing Tosk in a hunt

and everybody's playing by the rules.

They're playing by their rules

we're playing by ours

and he's caught in the middle.

'Course, I suppose

if the Ferengi don't like the rules

they just change them.

Well, rules, rules are always subject to...

Of course.

Change the rules.

Why didn't I think of that?

Thanks, barkeep.

So... what's bothering you today?

Computer, access the power grid

to Security Checkpoint 4 on the Promenade.

That isn't necessary.

Our ritual requires it when a Tosk is captured alive.

All right, let's go.

I'll escort the prisoner to the transporter station.

This is a security matter.

This is a Starfleet matter.

Orders from Sisko.

We'll see about that.

Do not trouble yourself.

My ship will transport us.

No, sir, that won't be necessary.

Good relations with other cultures

is our highest priority.

Commander Sisko wants to make sure

you understand we're sorry we interfered with your hunt.

The least we can do is give you

an official escort off the station.

It's a token of goodwill and respect in our society.

Very well.

Starfleet has no business

taking charge of a prisoner transport.

Calm down, Constable, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about you ordering O'Brien

to escort Tosk off the station.

I didn't give him any orders at all.

Sisko to O'Brien.

Mr. O'Brien, report to Ops immediately.

This way.

Glass jaw.

Now I know why you wear a helmet.

Up here!

The hunt has resumed.

Come on.

Your ship's ready.

Security reports a fight in the Promenade. Here.

Apparently, O'Brien set him loose.

I'm showing someone in an access conduit above Quark's.

Two life-forms.

One's human.

They're heading out toward the docking ring.

I'll seal off the adjoining corridors.

They won't get far.

Constable...

there's no hurry.

Here.

Now you are Tosk as well, Oh Brien.

The Cardies made these conduits

from two-meter thick duranium composite.

I've never seen a scanning device

that could penetrate it.

Ah!

Till now.

Come on, Tosk.

Around this next corner and we're there.

No, he is mine.

No!

Go on.

What now?

The hunt...

goes on.

You wish to come?

Oh, no, no.

I don't think so.

One day as a Tosk is enough for me

and I've got a wife and kid

that wouldn't fit too well into this lifestyle.

Will your Federation punish you for helping me?

Maybe. But if I know my Commander...

Hell, those guys wanted a hunt.

I just gave them one.

Go on.

You better get out of here while you still can.

Oh Brien.

Die with honor...

Oh Brien.

Die with honor, Tosk.

Just what did happen

at that security checkpoint, Chief?

The weapons' sensors must have overloaded

on all his various gear, sir.

Must have?

Yes, sir.

"Must have," since I increased their output

by about 200%.

So in effect, you assaulted him...

our first contact with a new species.

Yes, sir.

We've got dozens of top-level officials

back at Starfleet Command

eagerly waiting to hear about our encounter

with the first new life-forms to come through the wormhole.

How do you suggest I write up this report?

Well, sir, I'm not one to say, but...

well, you know

these hunters weren't any happier

than we were at having to bring Tosk home.

It seems to me, in the interests

of mutual understanding and future relations...

Save it.

You ignored your duty to Starfleet.

You took off your combadge, so you could ignore me.

You even ignored the Prime Directive by interfering

with their damned hunt.

Another stunt like this

and your wife won't have to complain

about the conditions here anymore.

Do I make myself clear?

I understand.

I was surprised by one thing, sir.

What's that?

Well, I knew I couldn't override

all the security seals in the station

and I figured once you and the Constable located us

well, it'd be over.

We'd find ourselves

locked behind some force field somewhere.

I guess that one got by us.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Dismissed.