Father? I was dreaming about you. I'm here now, Yareth. You don't have to dream
anymore. Hello.
This is Odo. He's a security officer. No, no, he's not going to hurt you. He's going
to take you to a place where you'll be safe. Won't you?
(Odo nods) Where are you going?
I'm going home. But you can't. They'll kill you.
Yareth, I must answer for my crimes. But all you did was try to protect us.
(Boom) Their sensors must have picked up our life
signs. We've got to get back to the runabout. (A rock falls from the roof onto Odo, knocking
him out) CRODEN: Odo!
Is he badly hurt? There's no way to tell. I don't know anything
about his species. I'll carry him back to the ship.
(But Croden hesitates and starts to leave instead)
What's the matter, father? Nothing, Yareth. Nothing.
(Croden picks up Odo) Nothing. Go! Go!
[Runabout Ganges] You're heavier than you look.
You could have left me behind. Don't thank me. I already regret it.
(Bang) I haven't been able to lose them. Sooner or
later, one of his photons is going to trigger a toh-maire explosion and kill us all.
Let me have the controls. Find us one of those toh-maire fields.
I just told you, you don't want to go anywhere near one, changeling.
Find the closest toh-maire field. Six degrees to starboard.
Changing course. He's chased us everywhere else, maybe he'll follow us in there too.
His sensors may not be able to detect how volatile the field is. If he fires on us in
there, the whole thing will ignite. That's what I'm counting on.
Set a course along the interior perimeter. Done.
Computer, shut down all engines. Engines disengaged.
Maintain emergency readiness to re-engage impulse on my command.
We're an awfully easy target. (The Miradorn ship overshadows them)
He's hailing us. On screen.
[on monitor]: Are you prepared to surrender your prisoner?
I have a full array of Starfleet weapons trained on you, Ah-Kel. Frankly, I don't know much
about them but I understand they equip this little vessel with some pretty powerful stuff.
So I suggest you withdraw while you still can
[on monitor]: There will barely be a trace of your little vessel when we are finished
with you. He's coming about. Powering his shields. His
starboard photon bank is armed. Computer, engage.
He's firing photons! (KaBOOM!)
Is everybody back there in one piece? Yes.
Good. Take us out of your precious vortex.