Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Last time on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine...

Starfleet has chosen you

to plan the invasion of Cardassia.

I managed to save the Dax symbiont.

There was...

nothing I could do for Jadzia.

Federation soldiers have landed on Cardassian soil

and now you're telling me the wormhole is gone?

And with it, any chance

of getting reinforcements from the Gamma Quadrant.

Why aren't you still here, Jadzia?

I need you to help me sort things out.

Something's happened to the Prophets...

something that's made them turn their backs on Bajor

and I'm responsible

and I don't know what to do about it

how to make... it right again.

I've failed as the Emissary...

and for the first time in my life

I've failed in my duty as a Starfleet officer.

The station's all yours, Major.

She'll be here when you get back.

Let's go home, Jake.

And now, the continuation.

Colonel.

I wish you'd stop doing that.

Doing what?

Calling me by my rank.

I was promoted two months ago.

Besides, it sounds so formal.

Well, has Admiral Ross... or should I say "Bill"...

arrived yet?

The Admiral's ship is due in three hours

and I wish I knew what he wanted to talk to me about.

Maybe he's bringing good news.

We could certainly use it.

Yeah, well, don't get your hopes up.

There was something about the tone of his voice.

Something ominous?

Something pleasant.

It was like he was going out of his way to be nice.

I see.

Well, whatever he wants to tell me

he knows I'm not going to like it.

And how can you be so sure?

: It comes with the job.

Uh-huh.

No, I'm serious.

Sitting in the Captain's chair

having that kind of responsibility...

it focuses you.

Well, I'll take your word for it.

How long have they been there?

Three days.

I remember when the cult

of the Pah-wraiths used to be a joke.

Now those red armbands are appearing all over Bajor.

It's like everyone's gone crazy.

A lot of people feel abandoned by the Prophets.

Believe me, I know how they feel.

It's no excuse to turn to hate and fear.

In times of trouble

some people find comfort in hate and fear.

If you like, I can charge them with loitering

and have them removed from the station.

Ah, what good would that do?

I keep thinking if the Emissary were here...

things might be different.

I would've thought

we would've heard from Captain Sisko by now.

Not a word in three months.

Nerys...

I realize that things may seem

bleak at the moment, but there's always hope.

When did you turn into an optimist?

Must've been that day in front of Quark's

when we kissed for the first time.

Hmm.

That was some kiss, wasn't it?

Changed my life.

Gentlemen... we are home.

Oh, there should be a law against convoy duty

lasting more than ten days.

I'll say one thing for guarding convoys...

it's usually a lot safer than being on the front lines.

Is that the reason you joined Starfleet, Ensign...

to be safe?

I... I didn't mean that the way it sounded, sir.

In wartime, it is the duty of every soldier to fight.

Yes, sir.

The invasion of Cardassia has ground to a halt

while our casualties continue to mount.

It is a time for warriors to do great deeds

to triumph in glorious battles

not waste away protecting a shipment of stem bolts.

I hope Commander Worf doesn't think I'm afraid to fight.

Relax. Don't take it so personally.

Worf is just going through a bad time at the moment.

I think he needs to focus on something other than Jadzia

and I hate to admit it

but a little combat duty might just do the trick.

Pretty soon the Defiant will be going into battle.

Worf will be happy

and the rest of us will be miserable.

It's not that I'm afraid to fight.

I just don't want to die.

I wish Captain Sisko were here.

So do I, Ensign.

So do I.

If I were you

I'd order the crawfish étouffée.

And if it's good enough for you, it's good enough for him.

I think table five is ready to order.

He's been at that piano since 7:00 this morning.

The customers seem to like it.

Grandpa...

Look, I'm worried, too.

But he's got something to work out.

Best we leave him alone.

We've left him alone for the past three months.

He said he came here

to figure out a way to contact the Prophets

to make things right.

So far, he hasn't even left the restaurant.

Dad...

what's wrong?

Dad?

I had a vision from the Prophets.

I was on Tyree in the desert...

digging in the sand.

And I uncovered a face...

the face of a woman.

And?

And that's all.

Who was she?

I've never seen her before.

But now I know why I came back here, Jake.

I have to find her.

I have to.

Colonel, I really don't see

anything for you to be concerned about.

I've met Senator Cretak

and found her to be... very cooperative.

For a Romulan.

Cretak's a strong supporter of the Alliance

and we're going to need that kind of support

if we're going to win this war.

I wouldn't care if the Romulans

were the only thing

standing between us and total annihilation.

I would still think twice

before allowing them to establish

a military presence here on the station.

We're just talking about a few officers

for the Senator and her staff.

And a contingent of personal guards...

A dozen people at most.

Besides, it's just a temporary arrangement

until the end of the war.

And when will that be?

Let's get one thing straight, Colonel.

I came here as a courtesy to you.

This decision has already been made.

And I have to live with it.

That's right.

You've done a fine job taking over for Captain Sisko.

I'm just keeping his seat warm.

You still think he's coming back?

Don't you?

I'll be in touch.

As you can see, we've halted

the Klingon advance against Monac IV.

We estimate their casualties to be at least 30 percent.

They should've been higher.

Nevertheless, congratulations, Damar.

The enemy remains bottled up in the Chin'toka system

and that's where they'll stay until we destroy them.

I'd offer you a glass

but I know how much you dislike kanar.

I'm beginning to think you like it too much.

I wouldn't trust a Cardassian

that didn't enjoy a glass of kanar every once in a while.

Tell me, Damar

when you're alone

do you even bother with a glass

or do you just drink that swill directly from the bottle?

Depends on my mood

and right now, I feel like celebrating.

We owe Gul Dukat a debt of gratitude.

Unfortunately, I agree.

Somehow, releasing that Pah-wraith into the wormhole

has shifted the momentum of the war into our favor.

You ever wonder what goes on?

Inside the wormhole, I mean?

Not really.

The Prophets and the Pah-wraiths

locked in some form of... celestial battle.

It's fascinating.

I never realized you had such a vivid imagination.

There's a lot about me you don't know.