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Come in.

Commander, I just received word

that a Valerian transport has requested permission

to dock here at the station.

Let me guess.

You're here to recommend that we deny that request.

The Valerians ran weapons-grade dolamide

to Cardassian forces during the occupation of Bajor.

I'm aware of that.

I believe they're continuing

to ship weapons to the Cardassians...

weapons that could eventually be used to attack Bajor.

I share your concern, Major, but unless we have proof

to back up those charges...

The proof is on that ship.

Let me conduct a search

and if I find any dolamide, we can confiscate it.

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Dolamide is used for power generators

reactors and short-range transports.

And for weapons.

Only if it's extremely pure.

So we're going to do nothing?

I didn't say that.

We just can't board their ship and start tearing it apart.

Well, what can we do?

You bring me evidence that the Valerians

are dealing in weapons-grade dolamide

and I promise you that the Federation will use

every kind of diplomatic pressure to stop them.

You really think that'll work?

It will if the Valerians

want to continue trading with the Federation.

All right.

We'll try it your way.

Good.

Then you will see to it

that the Valerian ship is cleared for docking.

Yes, sir.

Chief, I have a subspace message for you from your wife.

They've arrived safely on Bajor.

Imagine taking 11 bored school kids on a visit

to the grain-processing center at Lasuma.

I'm glad it's not me.

Major.

Here's the information you requested

on the Captain of the Valerian ship.

Let me know if you find anything else.

Sensors are reading elevated neutrino levels at the wormhole.

Something's coming through.

On screen.

Kira to Sisko. You better come out here.

It's the Klingon Vessel Toh'Kaht.

They weren't due back for another month.

Open hailing frequencies.

I'm reading a transporter signal.

Somebody must have beamed off the ship just as it exploded.

Mr. O'Brien?

Something's interfering with the rematerialization process.

Lock onto him with our transporter signal.

Try boosting the annular containment field.

I'm already there.

He's been hit by weapons fire.

It's severe.

We've got to get him to cryostasis.

Victory.

He's dead.

Station Log, Stardate 46922.3.

We have identified the dead Klingon.

His name was Hon'Tihl, First Officer of the Toh'Kaht.

Why he died, and the cause of the ship's destruction

is still unknown.

I found tritanium alloy fragments

in his chest and upper arms.

If that were all, we could have saved him

but those weapon burns were too severe.

Is there any way to identify the kind of weapon used?

I'm running a microtissue analysis right now.

I should have the results in a couple of hours.

The Klingon said

"victory" just before he died.

I wonder what he meant.

According to Klingon High Command

the Toh'Kaht was in the Gamma Quadrant

on a routine bio-survey mission.

"Victory" during a bio-survey?

As I recall, the Toh'Kaht put in for a maintenance check.

Ask around the station

and see what you can learn about this bio-survey.

Dax and O'Brien, I'd like the two of you to take a runabout

and try to find the Toh'Kaht's mission recorder.

I want to know what caused that ship to explode.

Aye, sir.

Lieutenant?

Yes?

You coming?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Never mind.

Damn it, not yet.

Deep Space 9, this is Valerian Vessel Sherval Das.

We are entering the Bajoran system.

Clear us for docking.

Negative, Sherval Das.

There's going to be a slight delay.

We are in need of maintenance.

It's been a long journey.

Oh, I'm sure it has, but we have our own problems.

You'll just have to wait.

Stand by, Sherval Das.

I'd like an explanation.

I wasn't finished running a background check

on their ship.

We agreed there would be no delays

in the docking procedure.

They just visited Fahleena III and Mariah IV...

the same two stops they used to make

when they were running dolamide to the Cardassians.

The last stop would be the purification plant

at Ultima Thule.

Now, if I can place them there

then we know they're running weapons-grade material.

Your ship has been cleared for docking.

Thank you, Commander.

Sherval Das out.

No delays.

So, Quark

I heard you had some problems with the Klingons

the last time they came through.

Spare me from beings who think pain is pleasure.

In small doses, perhaps, but the Klingons

oh, they're hard on the holosuites.

They wreck the furniture.

I'm still fixing the walls of Holosuite 6.

I'm not saying they don't spend big.

I'm just saying, by the time you figure in the damage

I'm lucky to break even.

They do tend toward bluster, don't they?

Throwing their weight around, bragging...

This crew was worse than the last.

A glorious mission!

I said, "What's so glorious

about a Gamma Quadrant bio-survey?"

And, uh... what did they say?

Crafty tonight, Odo, aren't we?

Looking for clues about the fate of the Klingons?

If I tell you what I heard...

what do I get in return?

The chances are what you heard won't help

so why should I give you something for it?

Because otherwise, I heard nothing.

That damaged holosuite...

work crew seven is probably doing the repairs.

Am I right?

Uh-huh.

Well, it looks as though I might have to put in

a priority request for work crew seven.

The bulkheads in security

could use a little shoring up.

They said...

they'd be coming back through the wormhole

with something

that would make the enemies of the Klingon Empire tremble.

Their exact words?

Direct quote.

You've been most helpful.

Don't let it get around.

Odo?

Dr. Bashir! Dr. Bashir!

Dr. Bashir!

Welcome back, Constable.

How am I?

How do you feel?

Fine.

Good, because I have no way to know.

Your body chemistry defies analysis.

I don't remember anything

but I'm back to normal?

Well, like I said, you tell me.

I don't know what caused it

and I couldn't tell you if it'll happen again.

In fact, there's really nothing more I can do here.

Then thank you for your time, Doctor.

Tell me, Odo.

Do you share my concern over this Valerian situation?

Concern?

I think you know what I mean.

Why don't you tell me.

Then you can be sure I know.

Just don't be surprised

if the uneasy alliance on this station

starts to show a few cracks.

What uneasy alliance?

Commander Sisko and Kira.

Mark my words, there's going to be trouble.

What exactly are you basing all this on, Doctor?

Very clever, Constable.

But you're probably right.

It's a little too early to commit oneself either way.

Are you finished with me?

Well, unless you'd like to pour yourself

through my phoretic analyzer.

I'd love to see the results.

Another time, perhaps.

I've got them.

Who?

The Valerians.

Their ship was at the Ultima Thule station one week ago.

That confirms it.

They're definitely running dolamide.

So?

So I've got an armed team

ready to board their vessel.

Confiscate the material

and send them back where they came from.

Frankly, I'm half-tempted to take them to Bajor

and press charges.

By whose authority?

You're not going to do anything about this.

I'm not...

and neither are you.

That ship is acting against Bajoran interests.

This station is Bajoran property.

Commanded by a Federation officer.

Commanded by me.

Are you challenging that, Major?

No, sir.

Good.

Short-range sensors are picking up some debris.

Looks like duranium alloy.

Probably pieces of the Klingon secondary hull.

It's possible their mission recorder

is somewhere in the debris.

The magnetic field from the duranium

could be masking it.

Let's get a little closer.

Major Kira's become awfully aggressive

toward Commander Sisko lately about station policy.

An honest difference of opinion.

What if it's more than a difference of opinion?

What if Kira thinks the Bajorans don't need us on DS9?

It is their station.

That would be suicidal.

Without a Federation presence, Bajor would be vulnerable

again to the Cardassians.

Well, that doesn't mean

there aren't plenty of misguided Bajorans

who think they can go it alone.

You've become quite friendly with Major Kira, haven't you?

Have I?

Well, yes, I suppose I have, if you say so.

Well, I wouldn't get

too friendly with the natives, if I were you.

Remember where your loyalties lie.

Of course.

Benjamin and I have been close for a long time.

Hand and glove.

I'm on his side... no question about it.

That reminds me

- of the time we found... - Good.

Anyone who's against Sisko is against me.

I'm picking up a weak subspace transponder signal.

It's the mission recorder.

Constable.

Can I help you, Major?

Oh, you always manage to help me, Odo.

In fact, I think we work pretty well together

you and I.

Yes, I suppose our relationship

has always been... cooperative.

Exactly.

And that's just what I need right now...

your cooperation.

I'm convinced the Valerians have dolamide on board

but the evidence is still circumstantial.

I need solid proof.

I want you to slip

past their security systems

and into their cargo bay.

I heard that Commander Sisko was adamant

about not interfering with the Valerian ship.

Has he changed his mind?

Yes.

How odd.

Very well.

I'll keep the two of you informed about my progress.

That won't be necessary.

Commander Sisko's very busy.

No sense in disturbing him.

I can't fool you, Odo.

You wanted me to go behind Sisko's back, didn't you?

Forget it.

Bad idea.

What if you had to choose sides?

Just remember who your friends are.

Personal Log, Miles O'Brien. Stardate 46923.1.

We've managed to retrieve

a portion of the Klingon officer's journal.

Of course, Major Kira heard about it immediately.

She must have spies everywhere.

I believe the Captain has gone insane.

He executed two more crew members...

...medical officer... ...my quarters...

...violence

is being created by those...

energy spheres we brought back from Saltah'na.

Believing him to be the Captain's spy

I slit...

I've seen enough.

There's more.

Klingons' mission must have failed.

That failure caused problems on board.

I couldn't care less what happened to a Klingon ship.

Well, the Klingons might want to know.

Dax and I have set up a data interpolation

to fill in what's missing.

It might take some time.

If you have to.

The search itself is often reward enough.

Benjamin, do you remember that...

Fine. Do whatever you have to do.

Don't bother me with it.

Ah...

Here we are.

A Modela aperitif.

It's bright and sweet.

Much like yourself, Lieutenant.

I'll put it on your tab.

The bad flattery's on the house.

The two loveliest creatures on DS9.

I must be living correctly to be so...

so blessed.

What can I do for you, Major?

Get lost.

As you wish.

How are you, Lieutenant?

You know what they say...

put the shoe on the right foot first

but put the left foot first into the bathtub.

I understand.

But what I really meant was...

are you happy?

That's not a question I get asked very often.

Oh, but it should be.

In my opinion

you are the most valuable officer on this station.

May I?

Please.

Not bad.

For Quark.

It is good.

I couldn't imagine running this station without you.

Are you trying to tell me something?

My disagreement with Sisko over the Valerians is no secret.

Well, you know how he gets once he's made a decision.

Yeah, it's like talking to a stone.

I remember a time... on Rochani III

we were cornered by a party of Kaleans

who were not very happy to see us, but Benjamin...

Y-You told me this story this morning.

Oh.

I suppose I did.

If you were to talk to Starfleet Command

tell them how displeased the Bajorans are

with Sisko's handling of this.

I know they'll listen to you.

I was decorated on my very first mission.

The Admiral was a Vulcan.

So during the presentation ceremony...

Dax.

We have to keep the Valerians here

until we can search the ship and confiscate the dolamide.

You've got to convince Starfleet.

It's for the good of Bajor... and the Federation.

I've been friends with Benjamin Sisko

for... many years.

In many ways, he's like a son...

or a nephew.

Some kind of close relative, anyway.

Jadzia, listen to me.

I'm getting rid of Sisko, one way or the other.

Don't force me to get rid of you as well.

Would you like to join us?

Let me go!

What did you hear?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Good.

Is this a Ferengi fashion I'm not aware of?

Kira tried to tear my head off.

I want to file charges.

Tell me about it.

I heard her plotting.

Go on.

She tried to convince Dax to take her side against Sisko.

And did Dax seem persuaded?

What difference does that make?

I was attacked!

Answer the question.

I... I couldn't tell.

She was on the fence.

Doesn't Kira's behavior seem a little out of the ordinary?

And the others...

at the staff briefing, Sisko was bored

as if he couldn't be bothered about running the station.

And Bashir...

since when is he so concerned about station politics?

Don't look at me that way.

I'm perfectly normal.

Yes, I suppose you are.

It's time I had a talk with Sisko.

Odo, wait!

Odo!

Wait, Odo!

Odo!

I want satisfaction!

We have... battle for decks... 12.

...armory... in the hands... Captain Tel'Peh

...my death.

But still, I... confident

...gain control of this ship.

I am weakened by my wounds.

Sisko?

...my enemies closing in.

Still... hide...

Come in.

First Officer's Journal, Day 26.

Where's Commander Sisko?

In his quarters where he's safe.

Still... been able to hide a thalmerite device

under... beam near the reactor... deck 26.

Rather... taken prisoner

I will blow up this ship and transport to safety.

Perhaps Medical Officer Kee'Bhor was correct.

Our... began when we opened those energy spheres.

All I know is that Captain Tel'Peh

must die!

Journal closed.

Sounds like

there was a power struggle on board.

Some sort of attempted takeover.

Management by mutiny.

Standard operating procedure on a Klingon vessel.

But awfully unusual for a Federation-run space station.

Don't worry.

If Major Kira tries anything, we'll be ready.

When will the other log entries be available?

At the current rate

of processing, it'll take at least seven more hours.

But the computer's taking it one entry at a time.

I'll set it up so you can access it as it goes.

Thank you, Chief.

Of course, Constable.

Don't the Commander and I

always try to make you happy?

What are you doing here?

Chief O'Brien's orders.

Come in.

Commander.

Hello, Constable.

How are you today?

Concerned, sir.

On such a fine afternoon?

How inappropriate.

Commander, I think something might be wrong

with... some of us.

Ever since the Klingon ship exploded

and their First Officer beamed over

certain behaviors and attitudes have been... abnormal.

There appears to have been a mutiny on the Klingon ship.

I wouldn't go so far as to say

the same thing is happening on DS9

but I... do find some disturbing parallels.

If something's bothering you, Odo

tell it to Mr. O'Brien.

That's what he's there for.

What do you think?

What is it?

A clock.

Fascinating, isn't it?

It's not nice to keep a friend waiting.

Did we have an appointment?

When have I ever had to stand on ceremony with you, Odo?

I need your help.

I took care of the Valerians.

What do you mean?

I locked down their docking clamps.

That ship isn't leaving until I say it is.

O'Brien will need at least a day to do anything about it.

By then, it won't matter.

You're going after Sisko.

And O'Brien.

Either we get a more reasonable Commander from Starfleet...

someone we can control...

or we go it alone.

With me running this place

you will be able to do what needs to be done.

If you want to toss Quark out on his ears

toss him out.

If you want to proclaim martial law

on the Promenade, proclaim it.

This station will be yours to protect

with no interference.

What's your plan?

Oh, Odo...

I trust you more than anyone on this station

because you can't be corrupted.

But this is a dangerous time.

I can't take any chances, even with you.

When the time comes

you'll know it.

I'll be counting on you.

Computer, open a channel to Starfleet Headquarters.

Subspace communication to Federation territories

is currently unavailable.

Why?

By authority of Major Kira.

Ah...

Open a channel to the Bajoran Council.

Communication to Bajor is currently unavailable.

By authority of Chief O'Brien.

That is correct.

Computer, are you finished reconstructing the journal

of the Klingon First Officer?

Data interpolation is complete.

On screen.

Computer, scan the journal

for mention of contact with any alien race.

One entry found.

Play it.

First Officer's Journal, Day 22.

Exploration of the fifth planet proved to be a waste of time.

This world is not worthy of a Klingon colony.

All we found were a collection of energy spheres

which possess some type of telepathic archive.

The spheres described an ancient power struggle

that destroyed a race called the Saltah'na.

We will forward our results to our science division.

Kira's already locked down the Valerian ship

and she's diverted

half the station's systems to her control.

Since when?

An hour ago.

I've heard some disturbing rumors

from our people on the Promenade.

I think she's going to make an attempt on your life.

I want you to arrest them...

Kira and every Bajoran officer on this station.

I want the name of every sympathizer.

That's not a good idea, sir.

There's a lot more of them than there are of us.

If we tip our hand, it might work against us.

What can we do?

Leave the station.

Never! Get me a phaser!

I'll get rid of Kira!

Hear me out, sir.

We leave the station, raise a Federation attack force

and return.

And, on that day

we'll get rid of all your enemies.

How do we proceed?

I'll need a few more hours to free up the Valerian ship.

I've already talked to their Captain.

He's more than happy to take us back to Federation space.

Call me as soon as you're ready.

It'll take effect in two minutes.

Plenty of time to get a good...

Plenty of time for you to get a good night's sleep.

Thank you, Doctor.

Chronic insomnia.

I think it's hormonal.

So, how are you?

I take it you've completed your autopsy of the Klingon.

Of course.

You know, Odo

events have been moving rather rapidly

since our last conversation.

I'd advise you to choose sides now

or risk finding yourself without any friends at all.

The Klingon, Doctor... what did you find?

He's still dead, if that's what you mean.

I don't have time for jokes.

Your findings could determine who controls this station.

How?

All in good time.

First, tell me about the Klingon.

Well, I found nothing very unusual.

The columnar cells in his brain stem, perhaps.

The membrane permeability was off.

What could cause that?

Any number of things.

Could it have something to do with telepathy?

The Klingons were studying the telepathic archives

of an ancient race.

If those archives were contained

in a self-sustaining energy matrix

that could explain the changes in the Klingon's brain.

Could that energy matrix have somehow caused them

to reenact the power struggle that destroyed the Saltah'nans?

Possibly.

What are you getting at?

Doctor, I believe the Klingon brought the matrix with him

and everyone in Ops was affected except me.

Without a humanoid brain, my system rejected it.

An interesting theory, Constable

but I'm certainly not behaving out of the ordinary.

Of course not

but what if you and I

are the only two who aren't affected?

Do you think we could use this to our advantage?

Exactly.

Tell me your plan.

The first thing we have to do is figure out

how to remove the field from everyone affected.

Then we'd lose our advantage.

Would you prefer that someone blew up the station?

I see your point.

The power to control the energy matrix

is the power to control this station.

If I could determine the natural resonance frequencies

of this telepathic field

I might be able to generate an interference signal

which could drive it out.

Do it.

I promise, Doctor, you won't regret it.

O'Brien, what's taking so long?

Almost there, sir.

We've got one more level

of security lockouts to break through

and the Valerian ship will be ready to go.

Commander, I have the report you asked for

on those weapon scanners.

Give it to Mr. O'Brien.

I really think you should see this, sir.

Commander!

Dax to Kira.

Is it Kira?

Did Kira put you up to this?

No.

I want the truth!

Is that clear?!

Let's see how this works.

Put it down...

sir.

Take them.

Dax, you were supposed to deactivate the transporter.

I forgot.

Damn it, Kira must have set up a force field

to keep us from beaming onto the Valerian ship.

The transporter rerouted us here.

We've got to get to that ship.

Odo's our only chance.

He might be able to override the field.

You're sure we can trust him?

I don't see that we have any choice.

Sisko to Odo.

Odo here.

Kira has moved against us.

She has Dax on her side.

We need your help, Constable.

You've got to clear us a path to the Valerian ship.

Take Crossover Bridge 1 to the cargo bay entrance

into Docking Port Four.

I'll keep it open for you.

Right. Sisko out.

Leave your combadge here.

Don't look so worried, Chief.

She hasn't beaten us yet.

Yes, sir.

They're still in Airlock Corridor 6.

What could they be doing in there?

Maybe they've given up.

Sisko would rather die...

which is fine with me.

Oh...

they must have taken off their combadges.

That's all right.

They won't get far.

Someone's taking out our force fields.

Whoever it is knows how to override the security codes.

Kira to Odo.

Go ahead, Major.

Whose side are you on, Constable?

Yours, of course.

Really?

Then why are you helping Sisko escape?

On the contrary.

You'll find him trapped in Cargo Bay 4.

Consider it my gift to you.

Oh, my apologies.

We'll see you there.

Kira out.

Well done.

You certainly fooled her, didn't you, Constable?

We're running out of time, Doctor.

I'm just about finished.

I've set up an ionic interference signal

in Cargo Bay 4, calibrated to lock on

to the resonance frequencies of the telepathic field

and drive it out of all those affected.

And what will happen to it then?

Well, it'll remain suspended

as long as the interference is in effect.

That's all I need to know.

Let's go.

What's wrong?

It's been sealed.

I wouldn't do that, sir.

You might run into Kira.

She must have realized we removed our combadges by now.

It's completely locked down.

Someone's activated a level-5 security protocol.

There's only one other person on this station besides yourself

has that kind of access.

Odo!

Relax, Commander.

He'll be here any minute.

So, this is how it all ends.

For you.

You know what disturbs me?

The ingratitude.

I offered you my kindness, my help, my leadership

and how do you repay me?

With betrayal.

But you won't get rid of me so easily.

You see, unlike you, I understand history.

My name will blaze across the stars

long after your petty treacheries have been forgotten.

But you won't be here to see it.

Major, wait!

Glad you two could make it.

Computer, execute Odo One.

Constable?

Everybody grab hold of something secure.

Welcome back, everybody.

Commander's Log, Stardate 46924.5.

With nothing to contain it

the telepathic matrix has dispersed in space.

Meanwhile, I'm happy to report

everything and everyone aboard DS9

has returned to normal.

Did you really build that?

Apparently so.

Why?

I have no idea.

I know that none of us was really responsible

for our actions, but...

I feel I owe you an apology.

For attempted mutiny.

Well...

yes.

I think we'll let it go...

this time.