06x01 - A Time to Stand

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Star Trek: Deep Space Nine". Aired: January 3, 1993 – June 2, 1999.*
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A spin-off of `Star Trek: The Next Generation', `Deep Space Nine' is set on a space station orbiting the planet Bajor.
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06x01 - A Time to Stand

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Last time on
''Star Trek - Deep Space 9...''

More Jem'Hadar ships come through
the wormhole every week.

- lt's going to stop.
- How?

We'll mine the entrance
to the wormhole,

prevent the Dominion
from bringing more reinforcements.

Either you remove the mines
or we will take this station from you

and remove them ourselves.

Mr Worf, all weapons fire at will.

l've waited for this for five years.

We've lost power to the shields.

- What are your orders?
- We've done all we can here.

Notify all remaining Starfleet personnel.
We're evacuating the station.

l heard you've been
assigned to Martok's ship.

- lt may be some time before we meet.
- We may never meet again.

Dukat wanted the station back.
He can have it.

And now, the continuation.

Long-range scanners show
no sign of Jem'Hadar ships.

- They've broken off the pursuit.
- They got tired of looking at our backs.

Three months of slaughter
and nothing to show for it.

Engage, retreat, engage, retreat.
l would've liked to see their backs.

- Chief, that's enough.
- Sorry, sir.

- Nothing some sleep won't cure.
- We all need some sleep.

What has it been...78 hours?

Shouldn't we have heard
from the Seventh Fleet?

Don't worry yet.
The Tyra system is far enough away

that it will take time to get a message.

- Can they stop the Dominion?
- They sure can. Somebody has to.

Ah. There you are.
l was giving up hope.

l thought l'd have been entitled
to preferential treatment.

l have 12 wounded people out there,
all in worse shape than you.

lf you're trying to cheer me up,
it's working.

- l feel better already.
- What happened?

l was studying some star charts
during the last as*ault,

when l had a rather violent
encounter with a bulkhead.

- You'll live.
- l wish l shared your confidence.

My head will heal
but the way this w*r is going

l wouldn't bet on any of us
living to a ripe old age.

The odds could be worse.

So you've used
your genetically enhanced brain

to calculate our chances for survival.

l simply started with a binomial...

l'm really not interested, Doctor.

Since we learned that you're genetically
engineered you've shown off.

l have nothing to hide anymore.
l might as well use what l have.

What are our chances?
Over 50% ?

- 32.7%.
- You're certain about that?

Shall l take you
through the calculations?

No.

- ''Genetically engineered,'' indeed.
- Excuse me?

Look at you. You act as if
you haven't a care in the world.

lt's that smug, superior attitude
that makes people like you unpopular.

- Are you trying to insult me?
- ''A 32.7% chance of survival''.

- l call that insulting.
- Don't take it so personally.

- lt's just mathematics.
- No. lt's just our lives.

You're not genetically engineered.
You're a Vulcan.

lf l'm a Vulcan then how do you explain
my boyish smile?

Not so boyish anymore, Doctor.

Where will Starfleet send us next?

l don't know but l hope we'll be going
right back to the front lines.

Well said, Captain.
And my ship will be at your side.

Worf!

- Tell her.
- Tell me what?

- lt can wait.
- No! lt cannot.

Raktajino.

lt's been weighing heavily
on his mind.

What is it? What's wrong?

lt is about our wedding.

You have cold feet?

You scheduled the sacrifice of the "targ"
to occur after the feast.

We don't see each other for five weeks
and that's the first thing you say?

We agreed it would be
a traditional ceremony.

OK. Have it your way.

First we'll shed blood
and then we'll feast.

He has been unable to talk
of anything else for days.

He is such a worrier.

A small wedding is the way to go.

You get married the way you want
and l'll get married the way l want.

- l'll see you later.
- Try not to break any bones.

Now that that's settled
l'm going to take care of this.

Klingons make great warriors
but terrible doctors.

- Captain...
- Just the man l wanted to see.

We've been ordered to report to
Starbase 375 for reassignment.

- Something else, Doctor?
- l have news of the Seventh Fleet.

Go on.

- Only 14 ships made it back.
- 14 out of 112!

We can't keep taking these losses
if we expect to win this.

Thank you, Doctor. That will be all.

l'll take a look at that arm now.

Permanent documentation file,
Dukat, S.G.

Each day brings reports
of new victories.

The w*r continues to go well.

The enemy is retreating
on almost all fronts.

lt's only a matter of time
before the Federation collapses

and Earth becomes another
conquered planet under Dominion rule.

All in all, it's a good time for Cardassia.

And the Dominion.

My dear Major Kira,
how it pleases me to hear you say that.

The Major has just given me
the most wonderful news.

Bajorans are returning to the station.

l know.

Then you share my delight in knowing
that life here is returning to normal.

The shops are reopening.
The Promenade is abuzz with activity.

The Habitat Ring echoes
with the laughter of children.

l've doubled security patrols
throughout the station.

Are such precautions really necessary?

l've found that one can't be too careful
when dealing with the Bajorans.

Afraid we'll take the station
away from you again?

- You're welcome to try.
- Come now.

There's no need for petty bickering.
We're all friends.

- Are we?
- Of course we are.

And if you have any suggestions,
bring them to me at any time.

Fine. We'd like the station's
Bajoran security force reinstated.

l suppose you want us to give them
back their weapons as well.

That's right.

The station no longer requires
a Bajoran security force.

Our troops can handle any problems.

The Federation and Bajor shared
responsibility for station security.

You said we'd have the same
arrangement with the Dominion.

After all, we are all friends here,
aren't we?

Perhaps you should
reconsider your decision.

The order stands.

You may trust the Bajorans but l don't.

Until they earn my trust
l prefer to keep them unarmed.

lf you were in my position,
you would do exactly the same thing.

Perhaps it would be best
to let the matter rest for now.

ln time we'll be able to resolve these
problems to our mutual satisfaction.

- l'll remember you said that.
- l'm sure. One last thing...

- Odo.
- What about him?

ls he aware
that l'm doing everything l can

to strengthen the bond between
the Dominion and the Bajorans?

- Why don't you ask him yourself?
- No, l wouldn't want to bother him.

Good day, Major.

- She's a fascinating woman, isn't she?
- l wouldn't know.

But l do know we need her as an ally.

- The Bajorans will never be our allies.
- Out.

Don't look at him.
l'm telling you to leave. Now!

- l find him useful.
- ln the future...

...it might be prudent
for you to include me

in all decisions regarding station policy.

Now...what about the wormhole?

You should have dismantled
the minefield a month ago.

l admit the work is proceeding
more slowly than expected,

but as you know,
these are not ordinary mines.

Every time we deactivate
or destroy one of them,

its neighbour replicates a new one.

We have to take down that minefield
and reopen the wormhole.

And we will.
But there's no need for panic.

- We are winning the w*r.
- For the moment, yes.

But we're going to need reinforcements

and new supplies
of ketracel-white...soon.

Weyoun...

l said l will deal with the minefield
and l will.

Hm.

Good evening, gentlemen.
l see you're at your usual table.

lt's amazing how many of my customers
think of Quark's as their second home.

l only wish l had a holo-imager

so l could preserve this warm
and wonderful moment of camaraderie.

Something you could hang on the wall
of your barracks.

Have you tried the dabo tables?

One of my lovely hostesses
would be happy to teach you the game.

l know...a complimentary hour in one
of our state-of-the-art holosuites.

Whatever your desires,
l'm sure we can satisfy them.

Perhaps another time.
Enjoy the evening.

Tough crowd.

l'm telling you, Dukat has one thing
on his mind and that's revenge.

He hates the thought
that Bajor defeated Cardassia.

You think he wants to
reopen the labour camps?

Eventually.

l suppose we should be grateful that he
has Weyoun looking over his shoulder.

Maybe.
Weyoun's a hard one to figure out.

l don't really trust him but...
l trust him more than Dukat.

Weyoun knows that
it's in the Dominion's best interest

to honour its treaty with Bajor.

They want to prove
that they're true to their word.

Weyoun asked me about you.

He seemed very concerned
about what you thought of him.

l try not to think of him.

He'd be hurt to hear you say that.
l'll have to mention it to him.

l'm glad you can still smile.

Only when l'm with you.

- That's kind of you to say.
- No, it's true.

When l talk to you,
things don't seem as bad.

When l think of Dukat
in the Captain's office

or that the Federation seem to be losing
this w*r and we're doing nothing...

l share your frustration, but there's
nothing we can do but bide our time.

lt's like Captain Sisko said...
Bajor must be kept out of the fighting.

And who am l to argue
with the Emissary?

Thanks for waiting. Things have been
busier than expected.

- This one's on the house.
- What do you want?

The usual...
peace, love and understanding.

Not to mention
a generous profit margin,

which l'm happy to say
is looking more likely.

You know, l never expected to say this

but as occupations go,
this one's not so bad.

That's true if all you're worried
about is a balance sheet.

l'm not just concerned with profit, Major.

Look around.

Do you see any ghetto fences
dividing the Promenade?

Or Bajoran sl*ve labourers
sprawled out

after a gruelling day processing ore?

Do you hear the cries
of starving children? l don't.

Don't get me wrong.
l miss the Federation, too.

All l'm saying is
things could be a lot worse.

l hate to say this but he's right.

The Dominion seems determined to
prove that it can be a friend to Bajor.

lf it's such a good friend,

why are there no Bajoran
security officers on the station?

l'm glad you made it back in one piece.

l was lucky.
We lost a lot of good people.

Yes, we did.
And we're going to lose a lot more.

l hope you'll find
this office satisfactory.

Office? l thought l was here
for an assignment briefing.

You're going to be here
for a lot longer than you think.

As of right now, you're no longer
in command of the Defiant.

Relieved of command? Why?

Admiral Ross didn't say.

He did say we'll be getting
our new assignment at 1600 hours.

At least the crew is staying together.

- We are staying together, aren't we?
- You can count on it.

What do you plan on doing
the next couple of hours?

l haven't given it much thought.

Maybe now would be a good time
to contact your father.

Maybe.

Benjamin, you haven't
spoken to him for months

and Jake is his grandson.

How do l explain that
l evacuated every Federation citizen

off Deep Space 9 except his grandson?

You'll think of something.

You always do.

- You did what?
- lt's not quite as bad as it sounds.

You mean you didn't leave Jake
at the mercy of a vicious enemy?

Well...no. l did.

Then it's certainly
just as bad as it sounds.

lt was not my decision.
lt was Jake's choice to stay behind.

So now you're going
to blame this on Jake.

l'm not blaming Jake. He's not a child.

- He's responsible for his own actions.
- l don't care.

lt's wrong and l want him back.

And so do l.

- Do you think he's all right?
- l hope so.

l'll bring him back. l promise.

- When?
- l don't know. lt might be a while.

l don't know where
they're going to send me.

Tell them you want to get your son.

lt's wartime. l go where l'm sent.

- How's the restaurant doing?
- All right.

lt's been three weeks
since l poisoned anyone.

Are things really as bad
as the news service claims?

Maybe worse.

You know how to comfort
a frightened old man.

You didn't raise me to be a liar.

l raised you to be a chef,
for all the good it did me.

There's something
l just don't understand.

You're always saying that space is big,

that it's an endless frontier,
filled with infinite wonders.

lt's true.

Then you'd think it would be
more than enough room

to allow people
to leave each other alone.

lt just doesn't work that way.
lt should but it doesn't.

l better be going.
The lunch crowd is coming in.

You watch yourself, Ben.

And bring me back my grandson.

l will.

- l love you.
- l love you, too.

Hello.

- Excuse me, Mr Weyoun.
- Please,

l prefer just...Weyoun.

That's the kind of detail
people like to know.

- Would this be a good time?
- For what?

For the interview we talked about.

l'm afraid that will be quite impossible.

l've read your articles and they left me
with one conclusion -

you are biased against the Dominion.

What gave you that idea?

You keep referring to us as
the station's ''occupying force''.

- What's wrong with that?
- lt has a negative connotation.

All your articles are filled
with pejorative terminology,

which is why
l've withheld their transmission.

No one from the Federation
read my reports?

- No. l don't send them.
- What about freedom of the press?

Please tell me you're not that naive.

l only stayed here
to report on the occupation.

You see, there you go again.
This is not an occupation.

This is a Cardassian station and there
are no Dominion troops on Bajor.

Why should there be?
We have a treaty with them.

l'm sorry.
l didn't mean anything by it.

lf you want me to send your articles
to the Federation,

you'll have to provide
a more balanced perspective.

- l won't write Dominion propaganda.
- l wouldn't ask you to.

All l want is for you
to keep an open mind.

My mind is open.
Now can we do the interview?

All in good time.
You keep writing. l'll keep reading.

Let's leave it at that for now.

Good day, Jake.

We have discovered what we believe
to be their main storage facility

for ketracel-white
in the Alpha Quadrant...

Right here, deep in Cardassian space.
We need to destroy it.

Without it, the Jem'Hadar
won't be able to function.

The Jem'Hadar will die.

l won't shed any tears.
Not if it helps end this w*r.

lt may be our only way to end
this w*r, short of surrendering.

How can we infiltrate Cardassian
territory without cloaking abilities?

l was wondering the same thing.

You won't need a cloaking device.
We have something better.

- A Jem'Hadar attack ship.
- lt's the one you captured last year.

Now you get a chance
to see what it can do.

- Do you know how to fly that thing?
- Not yet. But l intend to learn.

Guidance matrix, check.

Aft parabolic thrusters, check.

Sensor feed, check. Chief.

Reactor core, check.

lnduction stabilisers, check.
Phaser coils, check.

Resonance emitters, check.
Field grid, check.

Signal subprocessors, check. l think.

You think? We've trained
on this ship for two weeks.

Let's put a Jem'Hadar soldier on
the Defiant and see how well he does.

These controls are very different.
They take time to get used to.

We don't have time.
We're about to go into enemy territory.

- We don't want any slip-ups.
- l don't intend to make any.

Good.

Why can't we install a few chairs?

This ship wasn't designed for chairs.

My feet aren't designed
to stand for long periods of time.

- We should leave you behind.
- My feet might like that but not me.

lt's your stomach
you need to worry about.

There isn't a single
food replicator anywhere on this ship.

That won't be a problem.
There'll be plenty of field rations.

Eat field rations for three weeks
then say it isn't a problem.

You know what is? No viewscreen.
Who builds a bridge without a window?

The people who build a ship
without an lnfirmary.

l brought these medical supplies.

They're in my quarters,
for want of a better space.

We'll try not to have any
emergencies while you're sleeping.

l'm glad you find the lack
of proper medical facilities amusing.

But if trouble breaks out,

it's not a viewscreen or a chair or
even a sandwich you'll be wanting.

lt's a bio-bed
with a surgical tissue regenerator.

Maybe but right now
l would settle for a viewscreen.

- Or a chair.
- Or a sandwich.

- Prepare for departure.
- All systems ready.

- Come to see us off?
- Not quite.

l invited Mr Garak.

We're heading into Cardassian
territory so he might prove useful.

lt's been known to happen.

Pull up a chair.

We're cleared for departure.

Take us out, old man.

Aye, Captain. Aft thrusters at one-half.

Bring us about.

Just making sure everyone's awake.

We are now.
Just take it nice and easy.

l can try.

Set a course for the Cardassian border,
heading 054, mark 093. Warp six.

Yes, sir.

- Come in.
- You wanted to see me?

l always want to see you.
And therein lies the problem.

lt's been three months
since my return to this station

and you and l have barely spent
any time with one another.

You could point out
the various meetings we've attended

but they never offer the opportunity
to venture beyond station business.

- l don't have time for this.
- Major!

l haven't dismissed you yet.

What do you want from me, Dukat?

Come now, Major.

Have the last three months
been that bad?

ls that what you want?
ls that why l'm here? To flatter you?

To tell you what a good job you've done

and how happy we all
are to have you back?

Sarcasm doesn't become you, Major.

lt's your directness
that l've always found most appealing.

l got better things to do
than to help you play out a fantasy.

You feel l've betrayed you.

Not just me. Everyone.
Even your own people.

Cardassia was on the edge
of an abyss, Major.

The w*r with the Klingons
left us a third-rate power.

My people had lost their way.
l've made them strong again.

At what price?
You sold Cardassia to the Dominion.

Yes...

a high price, to be sure.

But look what we're getting in return.
The Alpha Quadrant itself.

We'll see about that.

Yes, we will.

Oh. l could make things
very pleasant for you here, Kira.

You could start by doing
something about your breath.

l'm a patient man. l can wait.

Wait for what?

What do you think
is going to happen here?

That you'll wear me down
with your charm?

That l'll be swept off my feet
by that insincere smile?

Are you so deluded that you believe

that we'll have
some kind of intimate relationship?

Oh, we already do.

Good day, Major.

l have work to do.

l wish l had time to study
the side effects of wearing that headset.

At least we know one - headaches.

The headsets weren't designed
to be worn by humans.

- May l make a suggestion?
- Only if you talk softly.

Dukat wore one of these headsets
during the attack on Deep Space 9.

Perhaps Cardassian physiology
is more compatible.

- Are you volunteering?
- l guess so.

The ship has two of them.
lf l wore one, then you wouldn't have to.

At least not all the time.

l agree with Garak.
The less you wear it, the better.

Garak.

lt's like having a viewscreen
inside your brain.

Sir, there's a Federation ship off our
starboard bow bearing 157, mark 095.

lt's the U.S.S. Centaur.

- That's Charlie Reynolds' ship.
- l see it.

- Open a channel to the Centaur.
- Our com system's down.

- Perhaps we should return fire.
- They're Starfleet.

You tell them, not us.

- We better do something.
- Dax, get us across the border.

l hope Charlie knows better
than to follow us into Dominion territory.

- How long before we cross the border?
- We just did.

- The Centaur's still with us.
- He never knew when to quit.

- l hope he knows what he's doing.
- Do we?

That last hit
damaged a guidance thruster.

Drop us out of warp.
Come about. Prepare to return fire.

Yes, sir.

The Centaur has dropped out of warp.

Target their weapons array.
Avoid their engines.

l don't want to leave Charlie
stranded out here.

- We're coming about for another pass.
- Stay in tight.

Attack pattern Omega.

The Centaur is going into warp.

They're heading
back to Federation space.

- Nice work, Chief.
- l didn't know l'd scored a direct hit.

Maybe you didn't. Three Jem'Hadar
ships are headed this way.

He must have seen them.

- They went right by us.
- Without even saying hello.

They're chasing the Centaur.

- Will Reynolds outrun them?
- Charlie will make it.

- l wish we could help.
- We can't.

Chief, get our com system
back on line.

Return to course. Warp seven.

Yes, sir.

You should have seen
the look on his face.

He was in control
and there was nothing l could do.

The w*r isn't over yet,
but Dukat thinks he's already won.

l would love to show him he's wrong.

For the moment, at least,
l'm afraid he has won.

Look at me. l don't know
why l bother to sit here every day.

l don't even have a security force.

Then ask for one.

Demand that they reinstate
your Bajoran deputies.

- Dukat will never agree to that.
- Forget about Dukat.

Go to Weyoun. He'll listen to you.

He thinks you are a God,
and that gives you power.

But what good is power
if you won't use it?

We pledge our loyalty to
the Founders from now until death.

Then receive this reward from them.
May it keep you strong.

You enjoy that, don't you?

That constant reminder
that you're their master.

The Founders are the masters.
l am merely their servant,

as are the Jem'Hadar...and you.

That may be.

But even amongst servants,
someone has to be in charge.

That is exactly the kind of observation
l've come to expect from you.

lnteresting, yet somewhat petty.

Forgive the interruption
but he insisted on seeing you.

Founder, l'm honoured by your visit.
Can l be of service?

l want my Bajoran security
officers reinstated.

- Consider it done.
- They'll patrol the Promenade.

l don't see any problem with that.

- l do.
- This is between me and Odo.

l'll thank you to keep out of it.

l'll have my officers report
to the armoury within the hour.

Now perhaps there's something
you'd consent to do for me.

A member of the station's
Ruling Council. You?

Along with Weyoun and Dukat.
l'll have a voice in station policy.

You sure this is a good idea?

Dukat thought it was a terrible idea.
You should have seen his face.

But Weyoun is using you.

Your presence on the Council validates
the Dominion control of the station.

l thought we were using him.

l know the danger, Major.

l had to walk this line
during the Cardassian occupation.

l can do it again
but this time l won't be alone.

l'll have you to help me.

That's right, you will.

- Then this is a victory after all.
- l suppose it is.

But for some reason
it just doesn't feel like one.

The ship ahead just transmitted
a message to the storage facility.

They're requesting to be
resupplied with ketracel-white.

We've come to the right place.

The ship beamed down
110 empty canisters.

Now the storage facility
is beaming up 110 full ones.

Everything ready, Chief?

l've got 83 empty canisters
and one not-so-empty.

90 isotons of enriched ultritium.

lt should take care of everything
within 800 kilometres.

So we have to be 900 kilometres away
before the b*mb goes off.

- The other ship is leaving orbit.
- Dax?

The exchange took 92.3 seconds.

l've asked for 84 canisters
of ketracel-white.

Excellent.
They're acknowledging my request.

Chief, set the detonator
for three minutes.

Detonator set.

lf it takes 92.3 seconds to exchange
that doesn't give us much time.

So the Jem'Hadar
may not detect the expl*sive.

- Beam down the canisters.
- Canisters away.

l hope whoever's in charge
hasn't gone to lunch.

- The Jem'Hadar don't eat.
- That's good.

- How do we know they're Jem'Hadar?
- Everything's on schedule.

They've just beamed 84 canisters
of white into our cargo bay.

l've requested clearance for departure.

- Good. Prepare to go to warp.
- Standing by.

Captain, l think we have a problem.

They've raised the security net.

- Repeat our request for clearance.
- They're not responding.

lf they don't shut down that net
we don't have a chance.

One minute,
30 seconds to detonation.

- Do you think they found the b*mb?
- l doubt it.

Then why aren't they letting us go?

They're responding.
They're ordering us to stand by.

- For what?
- They're not saying.

One minute, 15 seconds.

Can we punch a hole
in the security net?

- lt will take a few minutes.
- We don't have a few minutes.

Can we disable the power generator?

- The expl*si*n will do that.
- That won't help us.

- One minute.
- Maybe it will.

When the generator's destroyed
the net will drop.

We have to be moving fast enough
at the moment of detonation

to avoid being in the expl*si*n.

But not so fast that we smash
into the net before it's deactivated.

- lt's tricky.
- Not if we time it right.

A radial geodesic
in a 39 Cochrane warp field

contracts space at a rate of...

We have to go to full impulse 1.3
seconds before the b*mb detonates.

- The computer agrees with Julian.
- They think alike.

Turning over piloting controls
to the main computer. Set.

- Time?
- 22 seconds until the expl*si*n.

22 seconds. That's plenty of time.

See, Cadet?
There was nothing to worry about.

- Must have gone off early.
- Dax, get us out of here!

Well, not quite according to plan

but l'm sure Starfleet
will be satisfied with the results.

l agree. Well done, old man.

- How bad is it, Chief?
- lt doesn't look good.

l'll have to switch
to auxiliary life support.

Deflectors are down,
guidance system's shot and...

And what?

The core matrix is fried.
We don't have warp drive.

Forgive my ignorance,
but if we don't have warp drive

how long will it take us
to reach a Federation starbase?

A long time, Mr Garak.

How long?

17 years, two months
and three days...

give or take an hour.
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