(Julian is holding forth to an enraptured Bajoran
woman while O'Brien at the next table is, well, not.)
BASHIR: So there I was, fighting the toughest battle of my life,
looking around hoping to spot a friendly face only to discover my
colleagues were gone. I was alone. I admit, for a moment there, I
considered giving up. I could feel the seconds ticking away, panic
building up inside of me. I knew my only chance was to trust my
instincts. So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and just like that
it came to me, the answer I was looking for. A pericardial membrane. I
looked down and punched the answer into my computer terminal just as
the buzzer sounded ending the exam. And that, I suppose, is the stuff
salutatorians are made.
BASHIR: Well, I mistook a preganglionic fibre for a postganglianic
nerve during the orals or I would have been valedictorian. It was a
BASHIR: Not nearly as fascinating as when I
SISKO [OC]: Doctor Bashir. Chief O'Brien. Report to landing pad five.
BASHIR: Bad timing.
WOMAN: There'll be another time.
(O'Brien and Bashir start to leave)
BASHIR: Starfleet medical finals. Gets them every time.
[Outside a runabout]
(Kira and Sisko are trying to open the hatch by
KIRA: It's no use.
SISKO: Chief, we have to get this hatch open. Lieutenant Dax and Ensign
Pauley are trapped in there.
KIRA: The runabout barely made it back through the wormhole. By the
time they docked, power levels were near zero.
O'BRIEN: There's not even enough juice left in the ship to release the
BASHIR: Life support's down. Oxygen levels have dropped dangerously
KIRA: (drawing her weapon) We'll have to burn it through.
SISKO: Forget it Major. The hatch is made of duranium composite. It'll
take you an hour to get through.
BASHIR: We don't have that much time. That's odd. How many passengers
did you say were onboard the Ganges?
BASHIR: I'm reading three.
O'BRIEN: We need to get power to the hatch servos. Major, hand me the
EPI capacitor. There, middle shelf.
(He plugs in the unit and power is transferred)
O'BRIEN: Try her now.
DAX: I'm fine, check the others.
VASH: That's right?
O'BRIEN: Miles O'Brien, from the Enterprise.
VASH: Oh. Yes, of course.
O'BRIEN: What are you doing on the Ganges?
DAX: We found her in the Gamma Quadrant. She'd been there for over two
O'BRIEN: Two years?
SISKO: Doctor, we'd better get these people over to the infirmary.
BASHIR: Right this way.
[Outside the runabout]
O'BRIEN: How did you get to the Gamma Quadrant two
A friend dropped me
(An engineer in the background turns round. Q!)
VASH: Will I live?
BASHIR: You're fine. In fact, you're in remarkable shape.
VASH: Thank you, Doctor. I try.
BASHIR: I, I, I mean you've managed quite well considering you've been
out of contact with civilisation for over two years.
VASH: I'd hardly call the Gamma Quadrant uncivilised. Some of the
cultures I've encountered have histories that date back millions of
BASHIR: Really? I'd love to hear about them. I mean, we have no idea
what's beyond the wormhole.
VASH: Well, maybe I'll write a book.
BASHIR: It's sure to be a best-seller around here. Well, er, no sign of
disease or malnutrition or parasitic infections.
VASH: You sound disappointed.
BASHIR: I am. Now I have no reason to keep you here.
VASH: You almost make me wish I wasn't feeling well.
SISKO: And she claims she knew nothing about the
DAX: She did seem very surprised when I told her about it. I don't
think she ever expected to see this part of the galaxy again.
SISKO: How could she get there in the first place if she didn't go
through the wormhole?
DAX: She said she didn't want to talk about it. Said it was a personal
SISKO: This doesn't make sense. A human alone in the Gamma Quadrant for
two years? Let's check her background. See what we can find out about
DAX: She claims to be an archaeologist.
SISKO: That's a good place to start.
VASH: You're sure this place is safe?
CLERK: The Assay office is the most secure area on the station. The
chambers are surrounded on all sides by individual force fields.
VASH: And how are the locks controlled?
CLERK: Once you secure a chamber, it can't be opened except with your
personal authorization code combined with a verified retinal print.
VASH: A Cardassian MK-seven scanner?
CLERK: MK-twelve, with an L-ninety enhanced resolution filter.
VASH: Well, I suppose that'll have to do.
CLERK: Computer, begin inventory for cubicle nineteen. One statue,
stone, thirty odd centimetres tall, approximately eight kilograms.
Assorted gems. Gold necklace. One dagger, bronze and gold, about twenty
(Vash opens a box to reveal a large orange crystal with an inner light)
CLERK: Beautiful. I've never seen anything quite like it. Some kind of
VASH: I thought so too, at first, but it's molecular density and
refraction index is much higher.
CLERK: Remarkable. End inventory. Please, enter an access code.
(Vash taps in some digits then does her retina scan. The drawer shuts.)
VASH: All right, I'll be back tomorrow to pick everything up. I've
booked passage on the Mulzirak Transport.
SISKO: You're not leaving us so soon?
VASH: I'm afraid so.
SISKO: The Daystrom Institute will be very
VASH: The Daystrom Institute?
SISKO: Their scientists are anxious to hear about life in the Gamma
Quadrant. Every place you've been, everything you've seen, no matter
how insignificant, could prove important. Including how you got there.
VASH: I'm sorry, Commander, but that's a
SISKO + VASH: Personal matter.
(Quark is talking to the Assay office junior assistant)
VASH: So now the Daystrom Institute is interested in me. well, that's
SISKO: Professor Woo seemed especially eager to speak to you again.
VASH: Did he really? I suppose he told you that he suspended my
membership from the Institute's Archaeological Council?
SISKO: On two occasions. Something about the sale of illegal artefacts.
VASH: Well, when it comes to choosing between science and profit, I'll
choose profit every time.
SISKO: The professor was hoping you'd make an exception in this case.
VASH: You know, I haven't been back to Earth in, it must be twelve
SISKO: Here's your chance. I could arrange passage.
VASH: I think I'd like that.
SISKO: Fine. I'll take care of it.
O'BRIEN: I don't understand it, Commander. I can't
find anything wrong with her. This ship is completely functional.
SISKO: It didn't look that way this morning.
O'BRIEN: Oh, don't get me wrong. The power reserves are empty, the
inertial damping fields are barely operational, and the warp drive
containment field's on the verge of collapse.
O'BRIEN: But there's nothing wrong with any of them. Once we put power
back into her, she should be fully operational.
SISKO: Did you check the central power linkages?
O'BRIEN: Yes, sir. I ran a level one diagnostic. Everything checks out.
I can't explain it. It's like something tapped into the ship's systems
and drained them dry.
SISKO: Tell me Chief, how well do you know this
O'BRIEN: Hardly at all. I only met her that one time she was aboard the
SISKO: What was she doing there?
O'BRIEN: Well Sir, Vash and Captain Picard were friends. Close friends,
if you follow my meaning.
they met on Risa
a few years back.
O'BRIEN: I think she must be a special woman, being
friends with the Captain and all.
SISKO: Somehow she doesn't seem to be his type.
O'BRIEN: The Captain likes a good challenge, sir.
(The lights go down and come up again)
SISKO: Status report?
DAX: We suffered a broad spectrum power drain.
KIRA: Power transfer is completely inoperative. The energy was drawn
out faster than it could handle.
O'BRIEN: I'll have to replace the whole unit.
DAX: Chief, are you reading any graviton flux around the transfer
O'BRIEN: I am detecting a low level graviton disturbance. How did you
DAX: That's exactly what happened when we lost power on the Ganges.
O'BRIEN: These were originally Cardassian living
quarters. The bed may take some getting use to.
VASH: As an archaeologist, I've spent half my life sleeping in tents.
To me, any bed will be a luxury.
O'BRIEN: You've obviously never slept on a Cardassian mattress. If you
need anything, just ask the computer.
VASH: Thanks, Chief. Oh, by the way, how's Jean-Luc?
O'BRIEN: The Captain? The last time I saw him he was fine.
VASH: Now that I'm back, I'll have to look him up.
(Vash looks at an interesting sculpture on the
table then puts her bag on the bed.)
Q: Really, Vash, I can't believe you're still pining for Jean-Luc, that
self righteous do-gooder.
VASH: I should have listened to him. He warned me about you.
Q: You're hurt, you strike back. I understand. But be of good cheer, I
bring wonderful news. I'm back. I can see now it was cruel of me to
VASH: Very touching. But you didn't leave me, I left you.
Q: You left me, I left you Details, mere details. The important thing
is we're back together again. A team, joined together at the hip.
VASH: Not a chance.
Q: You know you're going to miss me.
VASH: Don't flatter yourself.
(Q gets all her stuff back into her bag so she has to unpack again)
Q: You know, I thought first we'd visit the Teleris Cluster, look in on
the star dancers at Mundahla. Or maybe head over to the Lantar nebula
and view the Sampalo relic on Hoek Four.
VASH: Not interested.
Q: I know. Vadris Three. Charming little world. The natives think
they're the only intelligent life in the universe.
(Her bag is back on her shoulder so she throws it at him)
Q: All right, you choose then.
VASH: I choose never to go anywhere with you again, Q.
Q: You don't know what you're missing. When we started this little
partnership, I promised to take you places no human had ever seen
VASH: And you have. It was wonderful. Thank you. Now goodbye.
Q: Two years in the Gamma Quadrant hardly qualifies as a grand tour of
the universe. There's still the Delta Quadrant to explore, not to
mention all the other galaxies.
VASH: It's over, Q. I want you out of my life. You are arrogant, you
are overbearing and you think you know everything.
Q: But I do know everything.
VASH: That makes it even worse.
Q: All right, fine, what is it you really want?
VASH: I want the life I had before I met you.
Q: And a stellar life indeed. The eminent Vash. Barred from the Royal
Museum of Epsilon Hydra Seven, persona non grata on Betazed. Wanted
dead on Myrmidon for stealing the Crown of the First Mother.
VASH: Dead or alive.
Q: Preferably dead. It's a wonder you haven't offended every sentient
race in the galaxy.
VASH: You're the one who almost got me killed on Errikang Seven. And
they weren't exactly thrilled to see you on Brax either. What did they
call you? The God of Lies?
Q: They meant it affectionately.
VASH: Come in.
(Quark enters with a bottle)
Q: Go away.
VASH: Q, bring him back.
Q: What business could you possibly have with that disgusting little
VASH: I don't know. You didn't give him time to tell me. Now bring him
back this instant.
Q: All right.
(Q disappears, Quark reappears)
VASH: Can I help you?
QUARK: My name is Quark. It's come to my attention that you have access
to certain items. Items that might perhaps turn a tidy profit.
VASH: I'm listening.
QUARK: For a percentage, I might be able to arrange a buyer for your
trinkets. Perhaps an auction.
VASH: I'll only accept payment in gold-pressed latinum.
QUARK: I'll shower you in it. Fifty-fifty.
VASH: Mister Quark, I believe you're trying to take advantage of me.
QUARK: Some wine?
(Vash takes hold of his lobes)
QUARK: (ecstasy). You have a talent for oo-mox.
VASH: So I've been told.
QUARK: I'll not be distracted by your feminine wiles. I demand forty
QUARK: All right, thirty.
VASH: What magnificent cartilage.
QUARK: Twenty two and don't stop.
VASH: You've got a deal. I expect you to make all the necessary
QUARK: Oh, you're good. You're very, very good.
(Quark leaves, Q is back)
Q: How perfectly vile. If that's the kind of company you kept before
meeting me, it's no wonder you ended up with Picard.
VASH: Go away.
Q: Aren't we the hub of activity?
BASHIR: I'm sorry. Am I interrupting anything?
VASH: No. Come in, Doctor.
BASHIR: Thank you. And please, call me Julian.
VASH: Julian. Is this medical business?
BASHIR: Well, to tell the truth, I tried to come up with some official
reason for dropping by, but your excellent health has robbed me of any
VASH: Well, that didn't seem to stop you.
BASHIR: So I thought I'd contribute to your good health by buying you
dinner. Quark's makes a delicious couscous, and the company, I hope,
might be mildly entertaining.
VASH: Sounds like fun. (Q appears behind Julian and pulls faces) Though
I would like to freshen up first. Could I meet you there in, say,
twenty minutes or so?
BASHIR: Those twenty minutes will seem like an eternity.
(Bashir leaves, Q is back)
Q: These mating rituals you humans indulge in really are quite
VASH: Get out.
Q: You know you don't mean it.
Q: You're making a terrible mistake. You'd be lost without me.
VASH: I can take care of myself.
Q: Really? Well, we'll see about that.
(A waiter approaches)
BASHIR: Just a cup of mint tea.
Q: (bajoran waiter) You're making a terrible mistake.
BASHIR: Why? The replicators haven't malfunctioned again?
Q: I'm talking about Vash. Stay away from her.
BASHIR: My god, you're an impertinent waiter.
Q: I'm a friend. I'm giving you friendly advice. She's nothing but
BASHIR: Really? Well I don't think it's any of your business who I see.
In fact, I'm having dinner with her now.
Q: Are you sure you're feeling up to it? You look tired.
BASHIR: I feel fine.
Q: No, no, no. You look tired. Very, very tired.
(Q yawns and Bashir catches it)
BASHIR: Funny, I do feel a bit, a bit spent. Maybe I should go and lie
down for a few minutes.
Q: Hopefully by yourself for a change.
(Q has been recognised)
O'BRIEN: Bloody hell.
KIRA: Sir, the Klingon scout ship has departed
docking bay eleven.
SISKO: Good. I'll tell Odo he can relax now.
O'BRIEN: We've got a problem. sir. I just saw Q on the Promenade.
SISKO: Q? Here?
KIRA: What's Q?
SISKO: A powerful and extremely unpredictable entity. I was at a
Starfleet briefing on him two years ago.
O'BRIEN: Blasted menace, is what he is.
DAX: What does he want with us?
SISKO: Whatever it is, you can be sure we won't like it.
O'BRIEN: You might ask Vash.
DAX: Why Vash?
O'BRIEN: They know each other.
SISKO: From the Enterprise?
O'BRIEN: I believe they actually met in Sherwood Forest. It was one of
the little jokes Q played on the Enterprise crew.
(The lights dim again, for longer)
KIRA: Main power grid has dropped eighty percent.
DAX: Sensors are reading a massive graviton build-up.
SISKO: How long will it take to bring us back up to full power?
DAX: It's already beginning to normalise.
KIRA: You know, if we have one of these outages during a docking
procedure, we could lose an entire pylon.
O'BRIEN: I've double-checked every system. For the first time in a
month, there's nothing wrong with any of them. It's got to be Q.
Another one of his stupid jokes.
SISKO: I'm not laughing.
(The box containing the glowing stone is open)
VASH: I figured we'd auction this off last.
QUARK: Interesting, but hardly of any intrinsic value.
VASH: Really? I thought it was the best piece in the collection.
QUARK: Obviously my associates have more sophisticated tastes than what
you're used to. But just so it's not a total loss, I'll take it off
your hands for, say, seven bars of gold-press latinum.
VASH: It's worth fifty times as much.
QUARK: Ridiculous! All right, eighteen, but you must swear never to
tell a soul about my foolish generosity.
VASH: If you want it you're going to have to be a lot more foolish than
QUARK: All right, thirty. Now give it to me.
VASH: Bidding starts at two hundred bars of gold latinum.
QUARK: I can't decided what's more intoxicating, this Gamzian wine or
your negotiating skills.
SISKO: We need to talk.
QUARK: The lady and I are having a private conversation.
SISKO: It can wait.
VASH: Tell me, Commander, where is that Doctor of yours? He was
supposed to meet me here half an hour ago
SISKO: Tell me about Q.
(Q is at the table behind them)
Q: I'll tell you anything you want to know, Commander. Just answer one
question. Is Starfleet penalising you or did you actually request such
a dismal command.
SISKO: I want you off this station.
Q: Don't be hasty, my happy-go-lucky friend. This dreary little gulag
could use a little colour, some excitement. And who better to provide
it than moi? Though I must say I approve of your new tailor.
(Q changes from TNG uniform to DS9)
SISKO: I'm not impressed by your parlour tricks. These power outages
are going to stop right now.
Q: Why tell me? Oh, yes, of course, go ahead. Blame Q if it makes you
feel any better. I suppose it's my fate to be the galaxy's whipping
boy. Heavy is the burden of being me.
SISKO: If you're looking for sympathy, you've come to the wrong place.
Q: Actually, what I was hoping for was a little witty repartee, but I
see I'm not going to get any of that either. At least your beloved
Jean-Luc knows how to turn a phrase
VASH: Take a hint, Q. No one wants you around.
Q: Really, Vash, this playing hard to get is growing tedious. Let's not
forget that I'm the Q and you the lowly human. I will decide when this
partnership is over. Understand?
SISKO: Why don't you and I continue this discussion in private?
Q: Excellent idea.
(Everyone else vanishes)
Q: You're right. This is an excellent idea.
SISKO: Sisko to Ops.
Q: All gone.
SISKO: Bring them back, Q, now!
Q: Or what? You'll thrash me? Shall we settle this mano a mano?
(Everyone is back, and Q and Sisko are 1900s bare-knuckle fighters)
Q: Marquis of Queensberry Rules?
Q: Fisticuffs, pugilism, the manly art of self-defence. (Q hits Sisko)
Come on. Isn't this all wonderfully barbaric? Go on, take a poke at me.
I know that's really what you want to do. Come on.
QUARK: I'll wager five bars of latinum on Sisko.
VASH: You're on.
Q: Fight back. This is supposed to be brutal.
(Q punches Sisko three times in the face, then Sisko blocks his arm and
pile-drives into his solar plexus. Q falls)
QUARK: You can pay me out of your profits from the auction.
Q: You hit me Picard never hit me.
SISKO: I'm not Picard.
Q: Indeed not. You're much easier to provoke. How fortunate for me.
(A big well-dressed alien and a Ferengi arrive.
There are 3 others with blue bags over their heads. Odo watches from
his office doorway. Then lights go down again)
ODO: Not again.
(The lights come back)
O'BRIEN: Damn it, Q. Enough is enough.
(Bump and papers start flying)
DAX: We're losing atmosphere.
SISKO: Decompression protocol. Mister O'Brien, raise the confinement
O'BRIEN: Shields up.
SISKO: Damage report.
KIRA: We've got a minor hull breach in one of the upper bulkheads.
O'BRIEN: I'm getting reports of hull fractures throughout the station.
Emergency systems appear to be functioning. Repair crews are
(Dax is checking a man-sized hole)
DAX: The breach was caused by some kind of focused graviton pulse.
SISKO: Every time we've had a power drain, it's been followed by an
increase in the graviton field. If this continues, we could wind up
with a breach in one of our reactor cores. We'd lose half the station.
DAX: Maybe it's time we opened negotiations with Q.
SISKO: I'm not convinced Q is behind this. Playing with the lights and
punching holes in the hull doesn't strike me as his style.
QUARK: You wanted to see me? Make it quick. I have
ODO: Yes, I know. You're auctioning off some artefacts from the Gamma
QUARK: You were eavesdropping on my conversation with Vash. What were
you this time? The table? One of the chairs? The wine bottle.
ODO: When are you going to realise that you have no secrets from me?
QUARK: I have nothing to hide. I'm selling quality merchandise to a
ODO: And what makes them so select?
QUARK: They're all ridiculously wealthy and not too bright.
ODO: I'll never understand this obsession with accumulating material
wealth. You spend your entire life plotting and scheming to acquire
more and more possessions, until your living areas are bursting with
useless junk. Then you die, your relatives sell everything and start
the cycle all over again.
QUARK: Isn't there anything you desire?
ODO: I have my work. What more do I need?
QUARK: A suit of the finest Andorian silk? A ring of pure Surax? A
complete set of Tanesh pottery? How about a latinum plated bucket to
(Odo seems to consider it, then dismisses the idea)
(Vash is escorted from the assay office with a full
Q: Well, I'm glad to see you've packed. I hope you said goodbye to all
your new-found friends.
VASH: I don't have time for this.
Q: You've led a charmed life these past two years under my benevolent
VASH: I can take care of myself.
Q: Really? Do you remember that tiny little insect bite you had on
Erabus Prime? If I hadn't been there (Vash has very little hair left)
VASH: I am not going with you.
Q: The galaxy can be a dangerous place when you're on your own.
(Vash gets nasty boils)
VASH: It's over, Q.
(Now she's deathly grey, bent over and falling to the floor under the
weight of her bag)
Q: I leave you now to reconsider my offer of friendship.
(Q vanishes and Vash is normal again)
Station log, stardate 46531.2. The station's power
is continuing to be drained and converted into gravitons. At this rate,
our life support systems will fail in fourteen hours.
O'BRIEN: Sir, we'll never find the source of the
power drain using these bloody Cardassian internal sensors. They're
just not sensitive enough.
DAX: What if we make the power drain easier to detect? If we flood the
station with ionised tridium gas, we should be able to trace the
particle flow to the source.
O'BRIEN: Tridium? Isn't that pretty toxic.
DAX: Only when it's highly concentrated. We'd only use a very small
SISKO: Do it. Unless we get this under control in the next eight hours,
we'll begin evacuation procedures.
Q: Still chasing your own tail? Picard and his lackeys would have
solved all this techno-babble hours ago. No wonder you're not
commanding a starship.
KIRA: Security to Ops.
Q: Well, aren't we the feisty little go-getter. I'd keep my eye on this
one. Chances are, she's after your job.
O'BRIEN: Why don't you do something constructive for a change? Like
torment the Cardassians.
Q: Do I know you?
O'BRIEN: O'Brien. From the Enterprise.
Q: Enterprise. oh yes. Weren't you one of the little people? Quite a
motley crew you've assembled here, Benji. My advice to you is to
evacuate now and save all this pointless guesswork.
SISKO: Q, either you tell us what's going on or get the hell out of the
Q: I'll tell you what's going on. While you're here conducting futile
experiments, Vash is below engaging in base commerce and setting
Federation ethics back two hundred years. Believe me, gang, she's far
more dangerous to you than I.
QUARK: Kolos, my friend. I don't know which pleases
me more, your smiling face or your overflowing purse.
KOLOS: (the well-dressed alien) Quark, you obsequious toad, your
so-called Gamma Quadrant merchandise had better be legitimate or I'll
toss you out the nearest airlock.
QUARK: No cause for alarm. Each piece comes complete with a statement
of authenticity from Vash, the Federation's foremost expert on the
KOLOS: In that case, stop sniveling and give me a synthale.
(Kolos takes his drink and leaves)
VASH: Are they all that pleasant?
QUARK: I don't care about their manners. The important thing is,
they're honest collectors of antiquities, every one.
VASH: How honest?
QUARK: As honest as you and I.
VASH: Then we'd better keep a close eye on them.
QUARK: My dear, I've been thinking. What would you say to a permanent
partnership? What with your knowledge of the Gamma Quadrant, and my
business connections, we could make a fortune.
VASH: Sorry, Quark, but I've slept in my last tent. I'm looking forward
to a nice quiet life back on Earth.
QUARK: You won't last a month. You're like me. You live for excitement,
adventure and profit.
VASH: Not anymore.
QUARK: Would you care to make a wager on that?
DAX: The graviton field has increased by sixty
SISKO: How soon can you begin the sensor sweep?
DAX: Not until we've increased tridium levels to one part per million.
It should only be another seven, eight minutes.
KIRA: Commander, we're being pulled out of our normal position.
SISKO: Use control thrusters to stabilise the station.
KIRA: Firing thrusters. We're still moving.
O'BRIEN: If the graviton field is feeding off the station's power,
maybe we can cut its supply by shutting down the reactors.
SISKO: Put life support on emergency backup. Take everything else
KIRA: We're still moving out of position.
SISKO: What's our heading?
DAX: Bearing one five seven, mark one three.
KIRA: Straight into the wormhole.
QUARK: Now, as you know, payment must be in gold
pressed latinum, and all transactions are final. Remember, bid high and
VASH: Ladies and gentlemen, our first item is a statue from the Gamma
Quadrant's Verath System. Now, I suppose I take a minute to tell you a
little bit about the Verathan civilisation, which reached its height
some thirty thousand years ago and spanned over two dozen systems,
interconnected by a highly developed trade and communications network.
This statue represents Drohlak, the Prime Ossemite of the nineteenth
QUARK: Vash, what are you doing?
VASH: I'm placing the statue in its historical context.
QUARK: Here, give me that. This isn't the Daystrom Institute. Watch
closely. Friends, it's rare, it's beautiful, and it's a Gamma Quadrant
original. And it can be yours for the right price. Bidding will start
at ten bars of gold pressed latinum. Make it ten. Fifteen? Sixteen?
Who'll say seventeen and be the first to own a piece of the Gamma
O'BRIEN: Tridium levels throughout the station have
reached one part per million.
DAX: Initiating sensor sweep.
O'BRIEN: We can rule out the docking ring.
DAX:: The tridium gas seems to be draining toward the central core.
SISKO: Where in the central core?
O'BRIEN: Let me see if I can get a more precise reading. It's not clear
enough. I can't pinpoint an exact location.
KIRA: Based on our current trajectory, we'll hit the wormhole in
SISKO: What the hell could be pulling us into the wormhole? Do we have
time to transfer auxiliary power to the deflectors, Chief?
O'BRIEN: Sir, there's not enough power left to make any difference. If
we get sucked into that wormhole, we'll be in a billion pieces by the
time we reach the Gamma Quadrant.
QUARK: Sold to Kolos for thirty-six bars of gold
pressed latinum. Next we have a dagger, studded with some very
interesting looking gems. Think of it as a weapon and an investment.
Bidding will start at forty. Forty. Forty two. Forty five. Don't hold
back. You know you want it. Give me fifty. Fifty. We have fifty.
Q: I hate to interrupt such a thrilling display of naked avarice, but I
thought it was only right of me to warn you that this station is
hurtling toward its doom, and it's very unlikely any of you will
survive to enjoy your purchases. I just thought I'd mention it. Please,
QUARK: Ladies and gentlemen, I assure you, everything is under control.
Drinks for everyone. And free use of the holosuites at the conclusion
of the auction. And
VASH: I don't think I realised until this moment how evil you really
are. You'd kill all these people to get even with me.
Q: I must admit, the thought had occurred to me, but this station is in
enough trouble without me. Although I'd be glad to save you. All you
have to do is ask.
VASH I'll take my chances with the others.
Q: As you choose. I'm going to just right here sit here and watch. I've
never seen a space station torn apart by a wormhole before.
QUARK: Sold to my cousin Stol for a hundred and five bars of gold
KIRA: What if we pump more tridium gas into the
central core? The sensors might be more accurate with the greater
O'BRIEN: It might work, but in four years we'll all be dead from
DAX: Wait a minute. Of course. Bring the reactors back online
O'BRIEN: The reactors? But they'll just feed more energy to the
DAX: If we generate enough energy, it should create a power drain big
enough to trace.
KIRA: It might also push us faster into the wormhole. A lot faster.
SISKO: It's a chance we've got to take. Bring us to full power, Mister
O'Brien. Everything you've got.
O'BRIEN: Aye, sir.
QUARK: (the necklace) Sold to Rul the Obscure for a
hundred and fifty one latinum bars. And now, our final item. And I
think you'll agree with me it was well worth the wait.
(Vash opens the box)
QUARK: Bidding will start at two hundred bars of gold pressed latinum.
Two hundred. Can I get two fifty? Two fifty. Three hundred anyone?
Three hundred bars of gold pressed latinum. Three hundred and fifty?
QUARK: Four hundred? Four hundred. Five? Five hundred and twenty?
(A six-fingered hand is raised.)
QUARK: Six hundred bars of gold press latinum.
DAX: It's not in any of the crossover bridges or
the habitat ring. It's in the upper core.
KIRA: Three minutes, fourteen seconds to the wormhole. We're picking up
DAX: I've got it. The power drain's coming from the Promenade.
SISKO: Chief, you have Ops.
KOLOS: Twenty-five hundred.
Q: Twenty-five hundred and one.
DAX: This way.
KOLOS: Three thousand bars of latinum. My final
QUARK: Three thousand bars.
Q: A million.
QUARK: A million bars of gold press latinum?
DAX: Over here.
QUARK: A million Going once.
KIRA: It's by the podium.
QUARK: A million going twice.
DAX: That's it.
QUARK: Three times.
SISKO: This auction's over.
SISKO: Chief, shut down the reactors. We've found it.
Q: And it's about time, too.
QUARK: Sorry, all transactions are final. This item now belongs to that
gentleman over there.
DAX: I'm reading a massive graviton build up inside this container.
It's increasing exponentially. We have got to get it off the station
SISKO: Chief, lock on to my combadge. Prepare to transport it five
hundred metres off the docking ring. (puts the badge on the box)
QUARK: But I haven't been paid!
[Promenade - upper level]
(As everyone watches, a golden space creature is
born from the thing in the box and flies off into the wormhole)
Station log, stardate 46532.3. With the embryonic
lifeform off the station, graviton levels have returned to normal.
We've used the control thrusters to return the station to its original
QUARK: So, you're off to the Daystrom Institute.
Bet you can hardly wait. Long, boring lectures, endless conferences,
whining students dogging your every step. Sounds delightful. Of course.
No, you wouldn't be interested.
VASH: In what?
QUARK: I hear they've uncovered the ruins of a Rokai provincial capital
on Tartaras Five. If you could obtain some Rokain artefacts
VASH: Forget it, Quark. I'm going back to Earth.
QUARK: Have it your way.
Q: An abysmal place.
VASH: Tartaras Five?
Q: Earth. Oh, don't get me wrong. A thousand years ago it had
character. Crusades, Spanish Inquisition, Watergate. But now it's just
VASH: Well then by all means, don't come with me.
Q: I think you'd be much happier poking about the ruins of Tartaras
VASH: I don't need your advice. You really think I
Q: You know, I still feel that I owe you a million bars of gold pressed
VASH: Keep it. Just give me back my life.
Q: You'll regret it if I do.
VASH: I'm willing to take my chances.
Q: All right. If you insist. But it's not going to be the same without
you. When I look at a gas nebula, all I see is a cloud of dust. Seeing
the universe through your eyes, I was able to experience wonder. I'm
going to miss that.
VASH: Well, I guess in some ways I'm going to miss you too.
Q: Maybe I could drop in sometime.
VASH: Oh, God, I hope not.
VASH: Hey Quark, (takes hold of his lobe) What's the quickest way to
(Quark and Vash leave arm in arm as Morn enters. Dax gets up to leave
and meets a yawning Bashir entering)
BASHIR: I feel as though I've been sleep for days. What? Did I miss