Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

O'Brien to Sisko.

Go ahead.

We've swept all of Level 17. No sign of the changeling.

Move down to 18.

We'll meet you there

after we finish checking the guest quarters.

Watch yourself, Chief.

This changeling knows the station as well as we do.

He could be anywhere... or anything.

Aye, Major.

We found him!

He's headed to the Promenade!

All right, I want phaser sweeps of everything on the Promenade.

He's here somewhere. Let's find him.

On three.

One... two...

Bang. You're dead.

And so is Dr. Bashir.

Computer, elapsed time?

Three hours, 27 minutes.

That's not good enough.

If one of my people were loose on the station for that long

there's no telling how much damage they could do.

Schedule another surprise drill.

If the Dominion tries to infiltrate the station

I want to be ready for them.

And remind everyone

that next time, they'd better sweep everything.

A changeling can be anything... a post, a pillar

even a patch of reflective surfacing.

We get the message, Constable.

I hope so, Chief.

Just remember that the Founders

are even better shape-shifters than I am.

Excuse me.

If you're done scaring my customers away

I'd like to open the bar.

Go right ahead.

Thank you.

Constable...

it just occurred to me that, if I knew in advance

just how long it will take

for them to catch you during the next drill...

Well, let's just say

Think about it.

Performance reviews will be held tomorrow

starting at 0800 hours in the Wardroom.

Check your team leaders for the schedule.

Dismissed.

How about some dinner?

Oh, not tonight.

I have a previous engagement.

Oh, that's right...

Captain Yates got in this morning.

Give her my regards.

I will.

Come in.

Hello, Ben.

I hope I'm not too late.

Some things are worth waiting for.

Oh...

Nice...

I'm glad you like it.

For you.

Isn't that a coincidence?

I have something for you, too.

Uh...

Oh!

Where did you find Tholian silk?

The Tholian Ambassador owed me a favor.

May I?

It's... not silk

but I-I think you'll like it.

It's from my brother's team.

The Pike City Pioneers.

My brother says if you're ever on Cestus III

he'll get you seats in the dugout.

How far is Cestus III?

Eight weeks, at maximum warp.

To see a real baseball game...

it might be worth the trip.

If you ever decide to go, I'll take you there myself...

as long as you don't mind traveling by freighter.

I just might take you up on that.

Oh!

Did you do this all yourself?

Well, my father always says the way to a woman's heart

is through her stomach.

So it's my

heart you're after.

I never could keep a secret.

In that case, uh, maybe you could tell me

what all those maintenance crews are doing in the docking ring.

Just some retrofitting.

Now you are keeping a secret.

Let's just say... we're preparing a few surprises

just in case the Dominion comes through the wormhole.

It seems like everyone's got the Dominion

on their minds these days.

I hear the Cardassians have even sealed their borders.

What do you say we forget about... business for a while?

I'd say that's a good idea.

Dax to Sisko.

Go ahead.

I think you'd better get up here.

On my way.

I'll be back as... soon as I can.

I know you will.

Benjamin, take a look at this.

We've got some unexpected company.

It's just de-cloaked.

Ah, the new Klingon flagship.

The Negh'Var.

There's a General Martok on board asking to speak with you.

Put him through.

Captain Sisko, I bring you greetings

from your allies in the Klingon Empire.

Welcome to Deep Space 9, General.

Is there something I can do for you?

It has been a long journey.

My men require shore leave.

Certainly. They can come aboard any time they like.

Good.

Sowee TAH!

Oh, Chief...

I'm beginning to think there's no limit

to the wonders you can perform.

That's what I like about you, Julian...

you're easily impressed.

Thank you, Quark.

Can we get a little yamok sauce

for these sand peas?

Quark? Listen.

Do you hear that?

I don't hear a thing.

Exactly. The ambient noise level in this room

is less than 30 decibels.

On an average day, it's 65.

When there are Klingons in the room, it can go as high as 85.

So what you're trying to say is... it's quiet in here.

Too quiet.

Something is terribly wrong.

: Well, like what?

I don't know

but have you ever met a quiet Klingon before?

Look how they're watching

the room.

It's like they're picking out targets.

Where are you going?

Well, I thought

I'd ask the Klingons what they're up to.

Don't do that.

Why not?

Because I don't want them to know we're onto them.

Well, suit yourself.

No, the secret is positioning the pea correctly on the hand.

But I thought I had that.

What are you two doing?

I'm telling you, the Klingons are up to something.

Calm down, Quark.

The Klingons are our allies.

They might be

your allies, but they're not mine.

Relax. If there's something up with the Klingons.

Captain Sisko will find out about it.

Yeah, but will he tell me?

So, what brings you here, General?

A valid question.

But first...

let us be sure we are all

who we say we are.

You think we're changelings?

What I think doesn't matter.

The blood

will tell.

Hmm...

Now that that's over with...

We have been sent here to fight alongside our Federation allies

against the Dominion.

I appreciate your gesture

but I'm not sure it's necessary.

The Klingon High Council thinks it is.

Our communications relay in the Gamma Quadrant

hasn't detected any signs of Jem'Hadar activity

for quite some time.

They seem to be giving the wormhole a wide berth.

They will come

and when they do, we will be ready for them.

Oh, there you are.

We've been looking all over for you.

Malko here just gave me the most...

: Amazing massage

and I'm sure, if you ask nicely, he'll do the same for you.

No, thanks.

Why?

Because Malko's not real.

He's a puppet made out of holographic light

and replicated matter.

Boys...

can you wait outside?