You wanted to see me, Garak?
Ah! Constable.
How good of you to stop by.
A shoplifter?
Excuse me?
Is something wrong?
Here I come.
What do you think?
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
Oh, well, then put it on my account.
I'll wear it to work.
A splendid idea.
Ah. Security Chief Odo
I'd like to introduce you to Chalan Aroya--
one of my best customers.
I own the Celestial Cafe--
the new Bajoran restaurant overlooking the Promenade.
I-l'm familiar with it.
I watch you walk by every morning
when you're on patrol.
0937.
You're very precise.
How... nice of you to notice.
I was hoping one day you might stop in
when you're not working.
Uh... I don't eat.
I do
and I hate to eat alone.
Think about it.
Oh, and next time you're on the Second Level
don't forget to say hello.
The next time you call me
it had better be to report a crime.
Now that you mention it, I've just witnessed a crime.
Letting Aroya walk out of here without arranging a date.
You should be locked away for that.
You humanoids-- you're all obsessed
with these convoluted mating rituals.
True, but do you think we'd waste
so much time on something that wasn't worthwhile?
I'll never understand you.
You're such a sensitive man
yet there are so many aspects of humanoid life
that you simply refuse to explore.
I have no desire
to become a slave to humanoid obsessions.
But you have to admit
she is quite lovely.
Well... she is, isn't she?
Mm-hmm.
Oh!
Odo!
What's wrong?
I... I don't know.
Garak to Dr. Bashir.
I need a medical emergency team sent to my shop immediately.
Doctor, this is a waste of time.
You don't know enough about changeling physiology
to diagnose what's wrong with me, no one does.
Actually, I do have some idea what's going on.
I've compared your current medical scans
with ones I made over the last four years
and there are some noticeable differences.
Normally, when you're in humanoid form
you have a specific density of 1.4
which is constant throughout your body.
Your mass and density only vary when you change shape.
Right now, your mass and density are in a state of fluctuation.
Do you know what's causing it?
No.
Well, do you know how to prevent it
from happening again?
Not yet.
Well, then let me know when you do.
I'm afraid I can't let you leave just yet.
Moving seems to increase the fluctuations
and may bring on another attack.
Are you saying I have to stay here
until you discover a cure?
Or until the fluctuations stop on their own.
For all I know
this could be a normal biological process--
the changeling equivalent of puberty...
or menopause.
That's an interesting theory, Doctor
one I suggest that you keep to yourself.
Don't worry.
This could just as easily turn out to be a virus
or a bacterial infection.
Now, lie back, and I promise I'll do everything I can
to get you out of here as soon as possible.
We find the Federation's demands
that we return the captured Cardassian colonies
insulting and provocative.
Klingon blood was spilled to conquer those worlds.
They are now part of the Klingon Empire
and we will never give them up.
Furthermore, if the Federation
still harbors any hope of peaceful coexistence
with the Klingon Empire
it must abandon all starbases and military installations
in the Archanis sector.
Our claim to Archanis IV and the surrounding territory
is ancient and indisputable.
We advise the Federation to leave Archanis
or prepare to face the consequences.
Long live the Empire.
This recording was sent to the Federation Council
three days ago.
If Gowron is willing to go to war over the Archanis sector
then he has become even more dangerous than I thought.
I don't get it.
The Klingons relinquished their claim to Archanis IV
100 years ago.
I guess they changed their mind.
I don't think Gowron gives a damn about Archanis.
He's just looking for an excuse to rattle his saber.
The question is why.
Yesterday, I talked to an old friend of Curzon's
from the diplomatic corps.
She says that representatives
from Federation worlds near the Klingon border
are already urging a preemptive strike.
Sounds like war may be inevitable.
I hope you're wrong, Major
but right now, there's not much we can do about it either way.
Archanis IV is a long way from here.
Two, three...
I say she stops at seven.
I say eight. Mr. Worf?
Ten.
Oh, I hate being pregnant!
I win.
My nose hasn't stopped itching for weeks.
We've noticed.
Is there anything Dr. Bashir can do about it?
I'm Bajoran.
Human women get nauseous-- we sneeze.
Besides, I think Dr. Bashir's hands are full right now.
How is the Constable?
No news yet.
I was thinking about going to visit him.
I doubt that he would wish to be seen
in such a weakened state.
What if he wants some company--
someone to take his mind off his problems?
That is doubtful. Odo values his privacy.
He does not like to... socialize.
I think it's all an act.
It is not an act. He told me so himself.
But you were socializing with him when he said it.
Captain, was Dax's last host as argumentative as this one?
Worse.
Thank you, Benjamin... I think.
Hopefully, Odo will get back on his feet soon.
In the meantime, I want him left alone to rest. Agreed?
Agreed.
May I come in?
If you're looking for Dr. Bashir, he's not in right now.
Actually, I came to see you.
To be honest, Major
I really don't feel like company at the moment.
I didn't plan on staying.
I just came to bring you this.
Today's criminal activities report.
I figured you might be getting tired
of staring at medical consoles all day.
That was very thoughtful of you, Major.
If there's anything else you need
you let me know.
Yeah. I-l'll do that.
What?
Ah...
ah.
Keep moving.
I'll feel a lot better once we're off this station.
Too bad
because you're not leaving.
Security Chief Odo.
I heard you were indisposed.
Well, you heard wrong.
Now, you and I need to talk
about those missing Falangian diamonds.
I told you before
I don't know anything about them.
Well, tell me again.
Oh, no, you don't.
Let's go.
How are you feeling?
See for yourself.
It's gotten worse.
Very observant, Doctor.
It's been more and more difficult
for me to maintain humanoid form.
The latest test results aren't encouraging.
The destabilization of your molecular structure
is increasing at an alarming rate.
How much longer before I totally lose my ability to stay solid?
One week, maybe two.
After that, if the destabilization continues...
Ah.
I sent my findings to, uh, Dr. Mora.
Frankly, he was as baffled as I am
but he wants you to come to his laboratory on Bajor
for further tests.
Seven years of playing lab rat for him was quite enough.
Besides, you have complete access to his data.
If the answer was there, you'd have found it by now.
I don't suppose you'd agree on a trip to Starfleet Medical.
Doctor...
I think we both know where I have to go.
I was hoping it wouldn't come to that.
There doesn't seem to be much choice.
You have to take me back to my people.
The only ones who can help me now
are the Founders.
Once we enter the Gamma Quadrant
we'll begin transmitting a subspace signal
explaining the purpose of our mission.
Then we'll enter Dominion space
and try to locate the Founders' new homeworld.
Odo's only got a few weeks at best.
You think we can locate his people in time?
If we go into Dominion air space
without cloaking, we'll get their attention.
You can be sure of that.
I'd like to come along.
I don't think so, Major.
I know Odo's your friend, but I need you here. Besides...
I know, I know.
When will you leave?
Doctor?
As soon as possible.
We'll prepare the Defiant.
You prepare the Constable.
All systems are ready for departure.
Thank you, Mr. O'Brien.
The Medical Bay's all set
but it'll take a little while to get Odo on board.
Why not use the transporter?
Well, his molecular structure is scrambled enough as it is.
The last thing he needs
is a trip through a transporter buffer.
Benjamin, someone's requesting permission
to come on board.
Who is it?
Garak.
Tell him the ship is off limits to Cardassian spies.
Sir, if Garak is asking to come aboard
I'm sure he has a good reason.
Have Mr. Garak escorted to the mess hall.
I'll meet him there.
Personally, I think Starfleet
should allow their officers more latitude
in accessorizing their uniforms, hmm?
You'd be surprised what a nice scarf can do.
Ah, Captain, how good of you to see me.
Make it brief, Garak.
I'd like to accompany you on your mission.
There are some questions I'd like to ask the Founders.
Such as?
The Cardassian Empire lost a number of warships
during their aborted attack on the Dominion.
I want to know what happened to the crew members.
I was under the impression that those ships
were destroyed with all hands.
Oh, we don't know that for a fact.
As I recall, when the Defiant
Ieft the scene of the battle, there were a number
of Cardassian warships still fighting.
Ah, and you think some of their crew members
might have been taken prisoner.
I live in hope.
Besides, if you do take me along
I think you'll find me quite useful.
I'm a man of many talents.
I have no need for a tailor on this mission
Iet alone a spy...
but maybe there is something you can do for me.
This is going to be a long trip for Odo.
I need someone to occupy his attention
take his mind off his condition.
You want me to keep him company.
No.
Anyone can do that-- Dax, Bashir, myself.
And what would we have to offer him?
Kindness, sympathy.
That's the last thing he wants.
But where you offer kindness, I offer mystery.
Where you offer sympathy, I offer intrigue.
Just give me a seat next to Odo's bed
and I promise you I'll conjure up enough innuendoes
half-truths and bald-faced lies
about my so-called career in the Obsidian Order
to keep the Constable distracted for days.
If there's one thing Cardassians excel at
it's conversation.
You've got yourself a job.
But all questions for the Founders
will have to wait until after Odo gets the help he needs.
We share the same priorities, Captain.
Make sure you remember that.
Odo...
Not now, Quark.
I'm busy.
I hear you're taking a little trip
to the Gamma Quadrant.
Care to come along?
Are you kidding?
I expect to own this station by the time you get back.
With you gone
profits from smuggling alone should go up 60 percent.
Well, don't get used to it.
I'll be back before you know it
making your life miserable.
Then you are coming back.
Count on it.
I will.
Take your time.
I promise the Defiant won't leave without you.
Would you like me to have the Promenade cleared?
That won't be necessary.
We've just cleared the wormhole.
Begin transmitting a request for assistance.
Then set a course for the Dominion.
Aye, sir.
It's funny.
I've served on half a dozen ships
and none of them have had cloaking devices
except the Defiant.
Now that we're not using it, I feel naked.
It is disconcerting, to say the least.
Gentlemen, I feel the same breeze you do.
What are you smiling at?
I don't know.
I guess it's just being in the same room
with so many naked men.
Ah, yes, the assassination of Proconsul Merrok of Romulus.
Such a tragedy.
I met him once, a few weeks before he died.
I was working as a gardener
at the Cardassian Embassy during the...
You were a gardener on Romulus?
My specialty was Edosian orchids.
Beautiful, but highly toxic.
As I recall, Proconsul Merrok was poisoned.
Funny... I don't remember that
but then again, so many Romulan dignitaries
died unexpectedly that year.
Must be hard to keep them all straight.
Oh, you can't imagine.
Maybe we should let the Constable get some rest.
I'll let you know when I need rest, Doctor.
A gardener... at the Cardassian Embassy on Romulus?
Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
Fascinating.
So I get off duty the other night
and I walk into my quarters
and there's Keiko and Major Kira talking.
Go on.
As soon as I walked in, they stopped.
It was like turning off a holosuite program.
They did not want you to hear what they were saying.
Exactly, but I think they were talking about me.
Come on, Chief.
You have no way of knowing that.
Oh, I may not have the proof
but I know one thing-- Molly was there
and when she saw me, she started giggling.
Laugh all you want.
I'm thinking of asking Julian to come live with us.
Even things up a little.
Hold on. I'm reading warp signatures headed our way.
It looks like our signal's finally getting
a little attention.
Full stop. On screen.
Make that a lot of attention.
We're being hailed.
They want to beam someone aboard to discuss our request.
I would advise against allowing
Dominion representatives aboard this ship.
It might be better to negotiate over the viewscreen.
But I don't want to give them any reason
to think that we're hiding something.
Odo needs their help and I'm going to make sure he gets it.
Commander, tell the Jem'Hadar that I'll meet
their representative in the transport bay.
Aye, sir.
That's enough. Let him go.
Please, everyone.
Lower your weapons.
There's no need for violence.
Are you okay?
I've felt better.
I've come for Odo.
Can you help him?
Only the Great Link can help him.
Leave him with me
and you may return home unharmed.
I can't do that.
A Founder has given you an order.
You will obey it.
I'll let you know when I need you.
I understand your concern for Odo.
I feel it, too.
Then let's not stand here and argue.
Just tell us where we need to take him.
The faster we get moving, the better off he'll be.
Your loyalty to Odo is commendable.
I will not stop you
from accompanying him on the rest of his journey.
However, I am sure you understand my reluctance
to reveal the location of our new home.
Commander, I must ask you to surrender the helm.
Amat'igan will guide your ship for the remainder of the voyage.
Captain?
My terms are not open to negotiation.
Commander, give him your seat.
This will prevent your navigational computers
from retaining any record of our journey.
Sir...
Not now, Mr. Worf.
There, that's better.
Now, Captain, if it's not too much trouble
I would like to pay Odo a visit.
How do I look, Doctor?
Does it matter?
Of course it matters.
I'm here as a representative of the Cardassian Empire
and I want to make a good first impression.
Constable, what do you think?
I think the Romulans poisoned Proconsul Merrok
and you were the one responsible for the transporter accident
that killed Subcommander Ustard.
You're getting warmer, but how do I look?
May I come in?
You'll pardon me if I don't get up.
Poor Odo... Iook what's become of you.
Not a pretty sight, am l?
Pretty?
I wasn't aware you applied such value
to your outward appearance.
Such concerns are more fitting for solids.
Excuse me, l, um, don't mean to interrupt
but is there anything you can do for him?
Odo...
give me your hand.
Don't be afraid.
Amazing.
Feeling better?
Yes, though I still have to concentrate
to hold my form.
Your molecular structure is still fluctuating
but it's nowhere near as unstable as it was.
Leave now.
I wish to speak to Odo in private.
Odo is my... patient.
It's all right, Doctor.
Then I'll be right outside.
It can wait, Garak.
Of course.
What we have to say is not for your ears.
Wait for me outside.
I wish this meeting were under better circumstances.
I'm not exactly thrilled with the circumstances myself.
I had hoped that you'd return to us on your own.
After all, that Bajoran woman you were so fond of
seems to have taken an interest in someone else.
You know about Major Kira and First Minister Shakaar.
Despite your rejection of us
we still take an active interest in your well-being.
And just how do you keep so informed
about my well-being?
There's very little that escapes our attention.
Are you saying that you knew I was sick
even before we left the station?
What do you think?
I think you did this to me.
You caused my illness
so that I'd be forced to come home.
As I said
I wish the circumstances of this meeting were different.
You killed a changeling, Odo.
He was trying to kill my friends.
I had no choice.
Of course you had a choice
and you chose to side with the solids.
To protect them, you were willing to violate
the most sacred law of our people.
No changeling has ever harmed another.
Until you.
That's why we forced you to return home...
to enter the Great Link and be judged.
What does that mean, I'm going to be judged?
You will join us in the Great Link
open your thoughts, allow us to understand you.
Only then will we be able to decide
whether your actions were justified.
And if you decide that they weren't?
You will be punished.
Punished how?
You have to understand
that nothing like this has ever happened
in the entire history of our people.
We have never had to sit in judgment
over one of our own.
That's why we took so long to bring you home.
There was... disagreement in the Link
over what to do with you.
I'm sorry I've caused you so much trouble.
Perhaps we are to blame.
We sent you away.
But I'm the one who's going to be punished.
That remains to be seen.
What if I refuse to cooperate?
What if l... refuse to join the Link?
I stabilized your condition temporarily.
Only the Link can heal you.
If you refuse to join with us, you will die.
You may go in now, Doctor.
Thank you.
Try not to disturb him.
He needs his rest.
I'll bear that in mind.
Excuse me, madam.
May I have a moment of your time?
You are Cardassian.
That's right, and on behalf of my people
I'd like to learn if there were any survivors
after our attack on your homeland.
Cardassian survivors?
Yes.
There were no Cardassian survivors.
You mean... they're all dead?
They're dead.
You're dead.
Cardassia is dead.
Your people were doomed the moment they attacked us.
I believe that answers your question.
It was a pleasure meeting you.
I don't suppose there's any way
Odo could hide a communicator on him
when he's in the Link with the Founders.
I do not think he'll be able to hide anything
from the Founders.
There must be some way we can keep
a transporter lock on him while he's in the Link.
What about injecting him with radio-nuclides?
Well, that would give the transporter
something to lock onto
but there's no way to be sure the nuclides
won't disperse throughout the Link.
If he's in there for more than a few hours, we could end up
with a transporter pad full of shape-shifters.
I wouldn't worry about that, Chief.
Constable, shouldn't you be in bed?
He insisted on coming to see you himself.
I thought you might be trying to help me
and I wanted to say don't bother.
Odo, surely you don't expect us to just stand by
while they do God knows what to you.
That is exactly what I expect.
Captain, I want to be judged.
I'm the only changeling who's ever harmed another.
I've spent most of my life bringing people to justice.
Now that it's my turn, how can I run away?
Are you sure that's what you'll find
in the Great Link-- justice?
I've heard lots of stories
about the Dominion and the Founders
and justice seems to be the last thing on their minds.
Nevertheless, they're my people
and I intend to accept their judgment.
Report.
Everything's status quo.
If you want more details than that
you'll have to ask our navigator.
How much longer?
You'll be informed when we reach our destination.
We will be within transporter range
of my world in less than an hour.
After we have achieved orbit
Odo and I will transport to the surface.
Dr. Bashir and I will be joining you.
If you wish
but Odo may be in the Link for days.
We'll wait.
Come, Odo.
It's time.
How long has it been?
I've lost track.
So have l.
Doctor...
Oh...
oh...
right.
Wait here.
Garak.
Just as I thought.
Don't tell me.
I overlooked one of the security monitors.
You were trying to override the launch controls
for the quantum torpedoes.
I was hoping to gain control of the phasers as well.
I just hadn't got around to it yet.
Don't you see?
We have an opportunity here--
a chance to end the Dominion threat
once and for all.
We have enough firepower on this ship
to turn that planet into a smoking cinder.
Personally, I think that would be a very good thing.
And what about Odo
and Captain Sisko and Dr. Bashir?
They'll die.
And once the Jem'Hadar ships realize what we're doing
so will we.
But what are our lives
compared to saving the entire Alpha Quadrant?
We are not here to wage war.
I'm not talking about war.
What I'm proposing is wiping out every Founder on that planet--
obliterating the Great Link.
Come now, Mr. Worf, you're a Klingon.
Don't tell me you'd object to a little genocide
in the name of self-defense.
I am a warrior, not a murderer.
What you are is a great disappointment.
You fight well...
for a tailor.
Doctor.
Odo, are you all right?
Captain, I'm getting some strange readings.
What have you done to him?
He has been judged.
Captain...
I'm reading a heart...
Iungs...
and a digestive system.
It's as if he were... human.
We gave him what he wanted.
We made him a solid.
He's one of you now.
Oh, poor Odo.
Perhaps we should have killed you.
It would have been far less cruel.
He's yours.
Take him and go.
Sisko to Defiant.
Go ahead, Captain.
Three to beam up.
Staring at it isn't going to make it change shape.
It's blood all right.
Not a trace of changeling protoplasm
in your entire system.
Type "O" negative, if you're wondering.
I'll be sure to remember that.
Well, physiologically, you're completely human.
Except for my face.
Yes, I was wondering about that--
why they left it unchanged.
They left it this way on purpose--
to make sure I'd never forget what I was...
and...
what I've lost.
Captain's Log, Stardate 49962.4.
After leaving our Jem'Hadar escorts
at the edge of Dominion space
the Defiant has returned home
but for Constable Odo
I'm afraid the journey has just begun.
How does it feel?
You comfortable?
Not too tight?
It's fine.
Though it does make me feel a bit...
Itchy?
It's the lnkarian wool.
You'll get used to it.
Unless, of course, you're allergic to lnkarian wool.
No, it's not the uniform.
I...
I think I'm...
hungry?
You know, I envy you.
Well, think of all the wonderful foods
you'll get to enjoy for the first time.
Hmph! I can hardly wait.
Well, you've done your job.
Now I have to do mine.
Yes, I suppose you do.
Six months in a holding cell, hmm?
The thought is unattractive, to say the least.
Well, if you ask me, Captain Sisko let you off lightly.
Sabotage, assaulting a Federation officer
attempting to incite war
between the Federation and the Dominion.
Yes, but my heart was in the right place.
Hmph.
There you are, Odo.
I've been looking all over for you.
I heard about what happened.
I'm so sorry.
Oh...
thank you.
I know it won't be easy, but, eventually
you'll see how being a humanoid has its advantages.
If there's anything at all I can do, just let me know.
What a generous offer.
Let's go, Garak.
Constable?
You all right?
It's nothing.
It's just a headache.
Every once in a while, I still get flashes of memory
from the Great Link-- a jumble of images, or a word
but I can't quite make sense of it.
You know, there's no reason to rush things.
You don't have to go back to work right away.
Yes, I do!
When I joined with the other changelings
in the Great Link, l...
felt something I've never felt before.
In that moment...
I knew I was home.
For the first time
I felt that I understood my people--
their distrust of the solids...
their willingness to do anything to protect themselves.
And then...
in an instant, it was all snatched away.
I'm trapped inside this body.
I can never rejoin the Great Link.
My job is the only thing I have left.
Besides, I'm still the best
Iaw enforcement officer on this station.
You're the best
Iaw enforcement officer in this sector--
maybe the whole damn Quadrant.
Maybe.
What's that all about?
I have no idea.
The Klingon Empire is tired of words
of negotiation
of the endless delaying tactics of the Federation.
Therefore, as of today, a Klingon task force
has been dispatched to the Archanis sector.
Starfleet has ten days to abandon their bases
and withdraw their forces from the sector.
It's coming in on all frequencies.
...after that time will be considered the enemy
and fired upon.
Major, put the station on combat alert.
Notify the Bajoran militia.
Captain...
Those in the Klingon Empire...
It's him.
Gowron? What about him?
During the Link, I sensed that the other changelings
were trying to hide things from me-- faces, names...
one of them was him.
What are you saying?
I'm saying that he's one of them.
Gowron, the head of the Klingon Empire
is a changeling.
Let there be no mistake
no misinterpretation of my words.
Archanis is ours and we will take it back.
Resist us in any way and there will be war.

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