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25.000 So, there l was,|fighting the toughest battle of my life, looking around,|hoping to spot a friendly face, only to discover my colleagues...|were gone. l was alone. l admit, for a moment|l considered giving up. l could feel the seconds ticking away,|panic building up. My only chance|was to trust my instincts. So l closed my eyes, took a deep breath and just like that, it came to me - the answer l was looking for. A pericardial membrane! l looked down and punched|the answer into my computer terminal just as the buzzer sounded,|ending the exam. And that, l suppose,|is the stuff salutatorians are made of. Salutatorian? Well, l mistook a preganglionic fibre for a postganglionic nerve during the orals or l would have been valedictorian. lt was a trick question. Fascinating. Not nearly as fascinating as when l... Dr Bashir? Chief O'Brien?|Report to landing pad five. Bad timing. There'll be another time. Starfleet medical finals. Gets them every time. - lt's no use.|- Chief! We must get this hatch open. Lieutenant Dax and Ensign Pauley|are trapped. The runabout barely made it back. Power levels were near zero. There's not enough juice left|to release the servos. Life support's down.|Oxygen levels are dangerously low. Have to burn it through. The hatch is made of duranium composite.|lt'll take an hour. We don't have much time.|How many passengers were aboard? - Two.|- l'm reading three. We need to get power|to the hatch servos. Hand me the EPl capacitor.|Middle shelf. Try her now. - Dax?|- l'm fine. Check the others. - Vash?|- That's right. Miles O'Brien, from the Enterprise. - Yes, of course.|- What are you doing on the Ganges? We found her in the Gamma Quadrant. - She'd been there for over two years.|- Two years? Doctor, we'd better get these people|over to the infirmary. Right this way. How did you get|to the Gamma Quadrant? - A friend dropped me off.|- Oh. - Will l live?|- You're fine. ln fact... you're in remarkable shape. Thank you, Doctor. l try. l mean you've...managed quite well considering you've been out of contact|with civilisation for two years. l'd hardly call the Gamma Quadrant|uncivilised. Some of the cultures have histories|dating back millions of years. Really? l'd love to hear about them. We have no idea what's beyond|the wormhole. Maybe l'll write a book. lt's sure to be a bestseller around here. Well... no sign of disease or malnutrition or parasitic infections. You sound disappointed. l am. Now l have no reason|to keep you here. You almost make me wish|l wasn't feeling well. She claims she knew nothing|about the wormhole? She seemed surprised about it. She didn't expect|to see this part of the galaxy again. How could she get there|if she didn't go through the wormhole? She didn't want to talk about it. Said it was a personal matter. A human alone in the Gamma Quadrant|for two years? Check her background. - She claims to be an archaeologist.|- That's a good place to start. You sure this place is safe? The Assay Office|is the most secure area on the station. The chambers are surrounded on all sides|by individual force fields. And how are the locks controlled? Once you secure a chamber,|it can't be opened except with|your personal authorization code, combined with a verified retinal print. - A Cardassian MK-7 scanner?|- MK-12. With an L-90 enhanced resolution filter. l suppose that will have to do. Computer, begin inventory|for cubicle 19. One statue... stone. 30-odd centimetres tall,|approximately eight kilograms. Assorted gems. Gold necklace. One dagger. Bronze and gold. About 25 centimetres. Beautiful.|l've never seen anything quite like it. Some kind of Promethean quartz. l thought so too, at first, but its molecular density|and refraction index is much higher. Remarkable. End inventory. Please, enter an access code. All right.|l'll pick everything up tomorrow. l've booked on the Mulzirak Transport. - You're not leaving us so soon?|- l'm afraid so. The Daystrom lnstitute|will be very disappointed. The Daystrom lnstitute? They want to hear|about the Gamma Quadrant. Every place you've been,|everything you've seen, could be important,|including how you got there. Sorry, Commander,|but that's a personal matter. So now the Daystrom lnstitute|is interested in me. That's ironic. Professor Woo seemed eager|to speak to you again. Did he tell you|he suspended my membership from the Archaeological Council? Twice. Something about|the sale of illegal artefacts. lf it's a choice|between science and profit, l'll choose profit every time. He hoped you'd make an exception. l haven't been back to|Earth in...it must be 12 years. Here's your chance.|l could arrange passage. l think l'd like that. Fine. l'll take care of it. l don't understand it, Commander. l can't find anything wrong with her. This ship is completely functional. - lt didn't look that way this morning.|- 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. But there's nothing wrong|with any of them. Once we put power back in,|she should be operational. Did you check|the central power linkages? Yes, l ran a level-1 diagnostic.|Everything checks out. l can't explain it. lt's like something tapped into the ship's|systems and drained them dry. How well do you know Vash? l only met her one time|aboard the Enterprise. What was she doing there? Vash and Captain Picard were friends - close friends, if you follow my meaning. Seems they met on Risa|a few years back. She must be special,|being friends with the Captain. - She doesn't seem his type.|- The Captain likes a good challenge. Status report? We had broad-spectrum power drain. Power transfer is inoperative. The energy was drawn out|faster than it could handle. Chief, are you reading|any graviton flux around the transfer systems? l am detecting|a low-level graviton disturbance. That's what happened|when we lost power on the Ganges. These were Cardassian living quarters. The bed may take some getting used to. As an archaeologist,|l've spent half my life sleeping in tents. To me, any bed will be a luxury. You've never slept|on a Cardassian mattress. - lf you need anything, ask the computer.|- Thanks, Chief. By the way, how's Jean Luc? The Captain?|The last time l saw him, he was fine. Now that l'm back,|l'll have to look him up. Really, Vash, l can't believe|you're still pining for Jean Luc - that self-righteous do-gooder. He warned me about you. You're hurt, you strike back. But cheer up.|l bring you wonderful news - l'm back. lt was cruel of me to leave you. Very touching,|but you didn't leave me, l left you. You left me, l left you. Details! The important thing is we're a team again. - Joined together at the hip.|- Not a chance. You're going to miss me. Don't flatter yourself. l thought we'd first visit|the Teleris Cluster, look in on the star dancers at Mundahla. Or head over to the Lantar Nebula and view the Sampalo relic|on Hoek lV. Not interested. l know, Vadris lll.|Charming little world. The natives think they're|the only intelligent life in the universe. No! You choose, then. l choose never to travel with you again. You don't know what you're missing. l promised to take you places|no human had seen. And you have. lt was wonderful. - Thank you. Goodbye.|- Two years in the Gamma Quadrant hardly qualifies as a grand tour|of the universe. There's the Delta Quadrant to explore, not to mention all the other galaxies. Q, l want you out of my life. You are arrogant|and you think you know everything. But l do know everything. That makes it even worse. What is it you really want? l want the life l had before l met you. And a stellar life, indeed. The eminent Vash - barred from the Royal Museum|of Epsilon Hydra Vll. Persona non grata on Betazed. Wanted dead on Myrmidon|for stealing the Crown of the First Mother. Dead or alive. Preferably dead. lt's a wonder you haven't offended|every race in the galaxy. You almost got me killed|on Erriakang Vll. They weren't thrilled to see you on Brax.|''The God of Lies.'' Come in. - l...|- Go away. Q, bring him back. What business could you have|with that disgusting little troll? You didn't give him time to tell me. Bring him back this instant. All right. Can l help you? My name is Quark. lt's come to my attention that you have access to certain items. ltems that might perhaps turn a tidy profit? l'm listening. For a percentage, l might be able to arrange|a buyer for your trinkets. Perhaps an auction. l'll only accept payment|in gold-pressed latinum. l'll shower you in it. 50-50. Mr Quark, l believe|you're trying to take advantage of me. Some wine? You have a talent for oo-mox. So l've been told. l'll not be distracted|by your feminine wiles. l demand 40%. All right, 30%. What magnificent cartilage. 22 and don't stop. You've got a deal. l expect you'll make|the necessary arrangements? You're good. You're very, very good. How perfectly vile. - No wonder you ended up with Picard.|- Go away. - Enter.|- Aren't we the hub of activity? - Am l interrupting anything?|- No, come in, Doctor. - Please call me Julian.|- Julian. ls this medical business? l thought of official reasons|for dropping by but your good health|robbed me of excuses. That didn't seem to stop you. l'll contribute to your good health|by buying you dinner. Quark's makes a delicious couscous and the company|might be mildly entertaining. Sounds like fun. Though, l would like to freshen up first. Could l meet you there|in 20 minutes or so? Those 20 minutes|will seem like an eternity. These mating rituals you humans|indulge in are disgusting. - Get out.|- You don't mean it. - Out!|- You'll be lost without me. - l can take care of myself.|- We'll see about that. - Just a cup of mint tea, please.|- You're making a terrible mistake. Why? The replicators|haven't malfunctioned again? l'm talking about Vash.|Stay away from her. My God, you're an impertinent waiter. l'm a friend, giving you friendly advice.|She's trouble. l don't see that|it's any of your business who l see. - l'm having dinner with her.|- You look tired. - l feel fine.|- No, you look very tired. Funny, l... l do feel a bit spent.|Maybe l should... Maybe l should go and lie down|for a minute. Hopefully by yourself for a change. Bloody hell. The Klingon scout ship has departed|docking bay 11. Good. l'll tell Odo he can relax now. We've got a problem.|l just saw Q on the Promenade. - Here?|- What's Q? A powerful and unpredictable entity. l was at a Starfleet briefing on him|two years ago. - Blasted menace.|- What does he want with us? Whatever it is, we won't like it. You might ask Vash.|They know each other. From the Enterprise? They actually met in Sherwood Forest. lt was one of the little jokes Q played|on the Enterprise crew. Main power grid has dropped 80%. Sensors are reading|a massive graviton build-up. - How long before we regain full power?|- lt's already normalising. lf we have an outage|during a docking procedure we could lose an entire pylon! l've checked every system.|There's nothing wrong with them. lt's got to be Q -|another one of his stupid jokes. l'm not laughing. l figured we'd auction this off last. lnteresting,|but hardly of any intrinsic value. l thought it was the best piece. My associates have more|sophisticated tastes than you're used to. But just so it's not a total loss, l'll buy it for seven bars|of gold-pressed latinum. - lt's worth 50 times as much.|- Ridiculous! All right, 18,|but you must never tell a soul about my foolish generosity. You'll have to be|a lot more foolish than that. All right, 30. Now, give it to me. Bidding starts|at 200 bars of gold latinum. l can't decide what's more intoxicating - this Gamzian wine,|or your negotiating skills. We need to talk. The lady and l|are having a private conversation. lt can wait. Tell me, Commander,|where is that doctor of yours? He was supposed|to meet me here earlier. - Tell me about Q.|- l'll tell you anything you want to know. Just answer one question -|is Starfleet penalising you or did you actually request|such a dismal command? - l want you off this station.|- Don't be hasty, my happy-go-lucky friend. This gulag could use a little colour,|some excitement. And who better to provide that than "moi?" Although, l must admit,|l like your new tailor. l'm not impressed by your parlour tricks. These power outages are going to stop. Why tell me? Of course, go ahead.|Blame Q if it makes you feel better. lt's my fate to be|the galaxy's whipping boy. Heavy is the burden of being me. lf you're looking for sympathy,|you're in the wrong place. l was hoping for a witty repartee|but l won't get any of that. At least your beloved Jean Luc|knew how to turn a phrase. Take a hint, Q.|No one wants you around. Really, Vash,|this playing hard to get is growing tedious. Remember,|l'm the Q and you the lowly human. l'll decide when this partnership is over.|Understand? Why don't you and l|continue this discussion in private? Excellent idea. You're right.|This is an excellent idea. - Sisko to Ops.|- All gone. - Bring them back, Q. Now!|- Or what? You'll thrash me? Shall we settle this "mano a mano?" - Marquis of Queensberry rules?|- What? Fisticuffs, pugilism,|the manly art of self-defence! Come on.|lsn't this wonderfully barbaric? Take a poke at me.|l know that's what you want to do. - l'll wager five bars of latinum on Sisko.|- You're on. Fight back!|This is supposed to be brutal. You can pay me out of your profits|from the auction. You hit me. Picard never hit me. l'm not Picard. lndeed not.|You're much easier to provoke. How fortunate for me. Not again. Damn it, Q. Enough is enough. - We're losing atmosphere.|- Decompression protocol. Mr O'Brien,|raise the confinement shields. - Shields up.|- Damage report. A minor hull breach|in one of the upper bulkheads. l'm getting reports of hull fractures|throughout the station. Emergency systems|appear to be functioning. The breach was caused|by a focused graviton pulse. Every time we've had a power drain it's been followed by an increase|in the graviton field. We could have a breach in|a reactor core. - We'd lose half the station.|- Maybe we should negotiate with Q. l'm not convinced Q is behind this. Playing with the lights|doesn't strike me as his style. You wanted to see me? Make it quick.|l have important business. Yes, l know.|You're auctioning off some artefacts from the Gamma Quadrant. You were eavesdropping|on my conversation with Vash. What were you this time? The table? One of the chairs? The wine bottle. When will you realise|that you have no secrets from me? l have nothing to hide.|l sell merchandise to select clientele. And what makes them so select? They're all ridiculously wealthy... and not too bright. l'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 again. lsn't there anything you...desire? l have my work.|What more do l need? 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 sleep in? Well, l'm glad to see you've packed. - l hope you said goodbye to your friends.|- l don't have time for this. You've led a charmed life|these past two years under my benevolent protection. - l can take care of myself.|- Really? Do you remember|that tiny little insect bite you had on Erabus Prime? lf l hadn't been there... l am not going with you. The galaxy can be a dangerous place|when you're on your own. lt's over, Q. l leave you now to reconsider|my offer of friendship. Station Log, Stardate 46531.2. The station's power|continues to be drained and converted into gravitons. At this rate, our life-support systems|will fail in 14 hours. We can't find the source|of the power drain with these Cardassian sensors.|They're not sensitive enough. Let's make the drain easier to detect. lf we flood the station with tritium gas we can trace the particle flow|to the source. Tritium? lsn't that toxic? Only when highly concentrated.|We'd only use a small amount. Do it. Unless we get this|under control in the next eight hours|we'll evacuate. Still chasing your own tail? Picard would have solved it hours ago. No wonder|you're not commanding a starship. - Security to Ops.|- Aren't we the feisty little go-getter? l'd keep my eye on this one. Chances are she's after your job. Why don't you do|something constructive for a change, like torment Cardassians. - Do l know you?|- O'Brien. From the Enterprise. 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. Q, tell us what's going on|or get out of the way. l'll tell you.|While you conduct futile experiments Vash is below engaged in base commerce and setting Federation ethics back|200 years. Believe me, gang,|she's far more dangerous to you than l. Kolos, my friend.|l don't know which pleases me more - your smiling face|or your overflowing purse. Quark, you obsequious toad. Your so-called Gamma Quadrant|merchandise had better be legitimate or l'll toss you out an airlock. No cause for alarm. Each piece comes with a statement|of authenticity from Vash, the Federation's foremost expert|on the Gamma Quadrant. ln that case, stop snivelling|and give me a synthale. Are they all that pleasant? l don't care about their manners. The important thing is they're honest|collectors of antiquities. - How honest?|- As honest as you and l. Then we'd better keep|a close eye on them. My dear, l've been thinking. What would you say|to a permanent partnership? With your knowledge|of the Gamma Quadrant and my business connections,|we could make a fortune. Sorry, Quark,|but l've slept in my last tent. l'm looking forward|to a nice, quiet life back on Earth. You won't last a month.|You're like me. You live for excitement and profit. - Not anymore.|- Would you care to bet on that? The graviton field|has increased by 60%. When can we begin the sensor sweep? Not until we've increased tritium levels|to one part per million. Should be another seven, eight minutes. We're being pulled out|of our normal position. - Use control thrusters.|- Firing thrusters. We're still moving. lf the graviton field|is feeding off the power we can cut its supply|by shutting reactors. Put life-support on emergency backup.|Take everything else off line. We're still moving out of position. What's our heading? Bearing 157 mark 13. Straight into the wormhole. Now, as you know,|payment must be in gold-pressed latinum and all transactions are final. Remember, bid high, and bid often. Ladies and gentlemen,|our first item is a statue from the Gamma Quadrant's|Verath system. l should take a minute to tell you|about the Verathan civilisation which reached its height|some 30,000 years ago and spanned over two dozen systems, interconnected by a highly developed|communications network. This statue represents Drohlak,|the Prime Ossemite of the 19th dynasty. - Vash, what are you doing?|- l'm providing a historical context. Give me that.|This isn't the Daystrom lnstitute. Watch closely. Friends... it's rare... it's beautiful... and it's a Gamma Quadrant original! And it can be yours. Bidding will start at ten bars|of gold-pressed latinum. Make it ten. 15? 16? Who will say 17 and be the first to own|a piece of the Gamma Quadrant? Tritium levels have reached|one part per million. lnitiating sensor sweep. We can rule out the docking ring. The tritium gas seems to be draining|towards the central core. - Where in the central core?|- l'll try to get a more precise reading. lt's not clear enough. l can't pinpoint an exact location. Based on our current trajectory, we'll hit the wormhole in 18 minutes. What the hell could be pulling us|into the wormhole? Do we have time to transfer|auxiliary power to the deflectors? Sir, there's not enough power left. lf we get sucked into the wormhole|we'll be in a billion pieces by the time we reach|the Gamma Quadrant. Sold to Kolos for 36 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 40. 40. 42? 42. 45? Don't hold back. You know you want it.|Give me 50. We have 50. l hate to interrupt such a thrilling display|of naked avarice but it's only right of me to warn you that this station|is hurtling towards its doom and it's unlikely that you will survive|to enjoy your purchases. l just thought l'd mention it.|Carry on. Ladies and gentlemen,|l assure you everything is under control. Drinks for everyone! And free use of the holosuites|at the conclusion of the auction. l don't think l realised until this moment|how evil you are. You'd kill all these people|to get even with me. The thought had occurred to me, but this station|is in enough trouble already. Although l'd be glad to save you.|Just ask. l'll take my chances with the others. l'm going to sit right here and watch. l've never seen a space station|torn apart by a wormhole before. 100! Sold to my cousin Stol for 105 bars|of gold-pressed latinum. What if we pump more tritium gas|into the central core? The sensors might be more accurate. lt might work|but we'll all die from tritium poisoning. Wait a minute.|Bring the reactors back on line. But they'll just feed|more energy into the graviton field. lf we generate enough energy it should create a power drain|we can trace. lt might also push us a lot faster|into the wormhole. lt's a chance we've got to take.|Bring us to full power. - Everything you've got.|- Aye, sir. Sold to Rul the Obscure|for 151 latinum bars! And now... Our final item. And l think you'll agree with me|it was well worth the wait. Bidding will start at 200 bars|of gold-pressed latinum. 200? Can l get 250? 250. 300, anyone? 300 bars of gold-pressed latinum. - 350?|- Here. 400? 400. Five? 520? 600 bars of gold-pressed latinum. lt's not in any of the crossover bridges|or in the habitat ring. lt's in the upper core. Three minutes,|14 seconds to the wormhole. We're picking up speed. l've got it. The power drain's|coming from the Promenade. Chief, you have Ops. 2500. 2501. This way. 3,000 bars of latinum.|My final offer. - 3,000 bars!|- A million. A million bars of gold-pressed latinum? Over here. - lt's by the podium.|- A million going twice... - That's it.|- Three times. - This auction's over.|- Sold. Shut down the reactors. We've found it. And it's about time, too. Sorry, all transactions are final. This belongs to that gentleman over there. l'm reading a massive graviton build-up|inside this container. lt's increasing.|We have to get it off the station. Chief, lock onto my combadge. Prepare to transport it|500 metres off the docking ring. - But l haven't been paid!|- Energise. Station Log, Stardate 46532.3. With the embryonic life-form off the station, graviton levels have returned to normal. We've used the control thrusters|to return the station to its original position. So, you're off to the Daystrom lnstitute. 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.|- ln what? l hear they've uncovered the ruins of a Rokai provincial capital on Tartaras V. lf you could obtain|some Rokain artefacts... Forget it, Quark.|l'm going back to Earth. - Have it your way.|- An abysmal place. - Tartaras V?|- Earth. Don't get me wrong. 1,000 years ago, it had character - Crusades, Spanish lnquisition, Watergate. Now it's just mind-numbingly dull. Then by all means,|don't come with me. l think you'd be much happier|poking about the ruins of Tartaras V. l don't need your advice. You really think l...? l still feel that l owe you|a million bars of gold-pressed latinum. Keep it - just give me back my life. - You'll regret it if l do.|- l'll take my chances. lf you insist. But it's not going to be the same|without you. When l look at a gas nebula,|l just see a cloud of dust. Seeing the universe through your eyes, l was able to experience...wonder. l'm going to miss that. Well, l guess in some ways,|l'm going to miss you, too. - Maybe l could drop in some time.|- God, l hope not. Hey, Quark.|What's the quickest way to Tartaras V? l feel as though|l've been asleep for days. What? Did l miss something? |
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