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SISKO: Station Log, Stardate 47573.1.

To respond to questions

about setting up colonies near the wormhole

Chief O'Brien and I have set out

to survey nearby star systems.

If it's an imposition...

No, sir, it's fine.

You're sure?

I'm sure, Commander.

Jake's a good fellow.

I'll enjoy working with him.

I don't want you to make it easy for him, Chief.

He has to know

what it takes to make it in Starfleet.

I'll have him up to his elbows

in thorium grease, sir.

It's not going to be easy for him.

He placed in the lower third of his age group

in mechanical aptitude.

Oh, good for him.

So did I.

You? Come on.

No, it's true.

It wasn't until I got to the Cardassian front

I found out I had talents I never knew I had.

At the front?

It was a matter of figuring out

how to get a field transporter operational in ten minutes

or wind up being a Cardassian prisoner of war.

Now, I didn't know a transporter from a turbolift in those days

but somehow, in nine minutes, 53 seconds

I got that thing to work.

I got 13 men safely off the surface of Setlik III.

Next thing I know

I'm the tactical officer on the Rutledge.

That's how I got the gold suit.

Well, Jake is ready for a new suit, too.

The boy seems to grow a centimeter each week.

You know, he struck me out with a curve ball the other day.

First time.

They grow up in a hurry, don't they, sir?

That they do.

I think I've got one.

Computer, set a new heading.

41 mark 301.

COMPUTER: Confirmed.

It's an M-Class, all right.

160 million kilometers from Orellius Minor.

Should be a perfect place

to set up a colony.

Mm-hmm, but it looks like someone's beaten us to it.

You're reading life-forms?

Human life-forms.

I don't see anything on the books

about a colony in the Orellius system.

Trying all hailing frequencies.

Moving into synchronous orbit.

No response.

I'm picking up some kind of low-level duonetic field down there.

It may be blocking communications.

Let's introduce ourselves to our neighbors.

( tricorders buzzing )

Yours, too?

Even the self-diagnostics aren't working.

Just plain dead.

Sisko to Rio Grande.

Computer, respond.

( buzzing )

I'd say there's no EM activity

at all around here.

Any idea why?

I'm not sure.

But it might have something to do

with that duonetic field our sensors picked up.

Well, I hope you find

a few more of those talents you never knew you had

because, if you don't, we're going to have

a hard time getting off this...

MAN: Don't move!

And put your hands up!

Turn around...


They're from Starfleet.

That's right.

Mind if we put our hands down?

Well, the uniforms have changed...

or have I just forgotten what they look like?

My name is Joseph.

Vinod's the one playing with the sharp object.

I'm Benjamin Sisko

and this is Miles O'Brien.

How did you get here?

We were going to ask you the same thing.

We were surveying for habitable planets

when our sensors picked up your life signs.

There was no record of a human colony here.

Well, our group was on its way to settle on Gemulon V

over ten years ago

when our ship developed life support problems

and we had to land here for repairs.

Once we got here, all our systems failed.

Nothing worked anymore.

So we've seen.

JOSEPH: We've been stuck here ever since.

And I guess you are, too, now.

We have a ship in orbit.

It won't take our people long to find us.

We'll be able to get you all out of here.

Well, after ten years, this is our home.

But you just said it yourself--

nothing works.

Well, we still do.

Well, come, we'll show you.

Vinod, run ahead and tell your mother, uh...

we have guests.


Erewon-class personnel transport.

Commissioned the Santa Maria.

Now we just call it "the cabin."

After all this time-- visitors!

JOSEPH: Alixus, meet Ben and Miles.

ALIXUS: Welcome to our community.


Are there others?

Just an empty runabout in orbit.

Hopefully, it will attract some attention.

A runabout-- is that some kind of new Starfleet vessel?

Yeah, they commissioned the first ones two years ago.

They're a short-range interstellar craft

about a quarter the size of your "cabin" there.

I was the engineer aboard the Santa Maria.

You and Miles will have a lot

to talk about, Joseph.

I'm sure all of us have questions for our guests.

Who won the soccer matches this year?

Is Golanga still playing?

No, he hurt his knee four years ago.

They replaced it with a bio-implant

but he wasn't the same after that.

Who was it that won last year, anyway?

I can never remember.

What are women's fashions like

back home now?

Oh, well...

Chief, you're the married one.

Oh, Keiko, my wife

she's been replicating longer dresses lately.

Oh, no, that means

I'll have to alter everything I own.

( laughter )

Well, that may just be the Bajoran styles

she sees on Deep Space 9.

On Deep Space 9?

I'm sure Ben and Miles

will be happy to tell us everything we want to know.

There will be plenty of time for that later.

Actually, the first thing I'd like to do

is try and get some response from the EM systems.

We gave up any hope of that years ago.

Yes, we noticed a low-level duonetic field in the area

before we transported down.

Yes, the same thing

appeared on our sensors when we were landing.

Our engines failed almost the instant we hit the surface.

Without a functional tricorder

it was virtually impossible to track down the source.

We do know that the marshes all around us

are filled with astatine deposits.

That's the only explanation we have.

But we've done pretty well without our tricorders

EM converters and com links, haven't we?

After all, the human body is a powerful tool.

We can plow the crops, harvest the fields

construct the walls

that we need for protection against the wilderness.

Weave the clothes that we need to stay warm.

In a way, we've rediscovered

what man is capable of without technology.

It hasn't been easy.

We've had some bitter winters

and... we've lost some dear friends.

But we're very proud of what we've accomplished here.

You have every right to be.

Are we all going to leave

when the others come to rescue them?

That's something each of us

is going to have to think about, isn't it?

Are you going to leave, Alixus?

Speaking for myself, no.

No, I'll never leave.

And I'll never want

what we have in our community to change.

It means too much to me.

But while you are here

you are welcome to everything our community has to offer.

The only thing we ask is that you contribute.

We all work for our supper.

You'd be surprised

how much sweeter it tastes when you do.

We'll be happy to do our part.

Joseph, would you find them some bunks, please?

Two more strong, healthy men, Vinod.

That could mean an awful lot to this community.

Do you know an Admiral Mitsuya?

Best poker player in the fleet, next to me.

Well, he's diverting the Crockett

to stop at DS9 day after tomorrow

to talk about Cardassian foreign policy?

That's just an excuse to get Benjamin in a game.

Mitsuya cleaned him out last year.

We better hail the Rio Grande

and get them headed back this way.

I've worked two lifetimes on Benjamin's poker.

He just can't learn how to bluff.

That's odd.

I know, you'd think a man like Benjamin...

No, the Rio Grande...

it's not responding to our hails.

O'BRIEN: Commander?

Oh, come in, Chief.

I was just reading one of the books

our host has written.

Alixus is quite a prolific author.

Yeah, a bunch of these were left in my room, too.

I haven't had a chance to look at them.

What does she write about?

She seems to have something to say on just about everything.


Economic analysis, political commentaries

literary critiques.

She says she's spent her life

examining the human condition.

And what's her prognosis?

Not very good.

She says we have become

fat and lazy and dull.

My wife told me something along those lines just last week.

"The common conceit that the human species has evolved

"over the last several centuries is ludicrous.

"What gains we have made

"have come at the cost of our own core identities.

Man has lost touch with his true power."

Sounds like it took a crash landing

for her to find her paradise.

SISKO: Have you found anything in their ship

that can help us restore contact with the runabout?

There's nothing to find.

Wave guides, conduits, baffle plates--

you name it, it's gone.

The ship looks like

it's been through a Ferengi junkyard.

What happened to it all?

We threw it away.

Well, since, uh, none of it worked

to us, it was merely useless junk taking up space.

Alixus felt its presence

was a constant reminder of who you used to be.

Well, we all had to abandon our dependence upon technology.

Removing every trace of it--

well, that made the transition easier.

As an engineer, you must have had

some problems with that.

Well, I was the last convert.

But, as time passed, I realized Alixus was right.

She was helping us discover

a new philosophy of life together

because we needed one to survive.

And I'll tell you

every one of us is better for it.

We are more committed to each other.

We are truly a part of each other's lives.

We've renewed a sense of community

that man left behind centuries ago.

Joseph, Meg's fever is getting worse.

The new herb doesn't seem to be helping at all.

May I see?


We have an insect here that transmits a disease

we haven't found a cure for.

We've lost three to it already.

Have you found anything in the forest

like the sleeper fungi?

We've searched everywhere for the right fungus or root

that would draw out the infection.

SISKO: If it keeps spreading

she'll die before the rescue team finds us.

O'BRIEN: The medical kit in the runabout

could probably take care of this in a second.

We have got to find a way

to restore the com link to the transporter.

That would only be a waste of time.

This duonetic field inhibits energy flow

but a duonetic field is a form of energy, too.

Maybe we could modify our communicators

to run on the field itself.

Do you really think you could?


If you want to put your efforts to good use

search the forest for something else we might use.

This is primitive medicine.

You can't expect to save her...

Ben! May I see you outside, please?

Talk like that isn't constructive.

I'm talking about saving the life

of one of your followers.

You don't understand this yet.

No one follows me.

They follow their own hearts.

My heart tells me to try to get back to my ship.

I'm sure it does

but if we'd had that attitude

for the last ten years

we wouldn't have been doing

what was necessary to survive here.

To find the plants, herbs, molds that cure disease.

We've conquered 17 illnesses

with the most powerful resource man has--

his ingenuity.

An interesting philosophy.

And while we're debating it, a woman is dying.

We're doing everything we can for her.

No, we're not.

I won't have you disrupting

everything this community has worked for, Ben.

I don't intend to stay here any longer than necessary.

And that's another thing.

Let's not bring up the Starfleet rescue party again.

Until they come-- if they come--

you'll have to do things our way.

I'd strongly advise you get rid of that uniform.

By mid-afternoon, it gets hot in the fields.

The Rio Grande's been spotted.


Details are coming in from Starfleet.

The Romulan vessel Gasko

reported seeing an abandoned runabout.

Markings NCC-72452.

That's our ship, all right.

Traveling at warp 2 through sector 401.

At warp, with no one on board?

Command wants to know if we can send someone

to investigate.

Signal them affirmative.

I already have.

Runabout Pad C.

You've got a real talent for this, Ben.

Well, my father was a chef.

He grew all his own vegetables.

My brothers and I were sent out to the gardens every day.

Most of the others--

they'd only eaten replicated food

before they got here.

The flavor of the foods we prepare

was quite a surprise to them.

But not you?

My mother would never let me eat replicated food.

( chuckling )


I can't help thinking what my wife would say

if she saw me doing this.


Well, around my house, I'm known as "the black thumb."

I'm just one of those people, you know.

The only way I could get anything to grow

was to marry a botanist.

Oh, a botanist, really?


You should have seen the arboretum

she grew on the Enterprise.

That's where I asked her to marry me.

Oh, she'd love it here.

Maybe you'll bring her someday.

Trouble is, she wouldn't want to leave.

That's okay, too.

( metal clanking )

Come on.

Reach in.

Get my hand.

Here we go.


Easy now.

( panting )

Get him into the shade.

All right, sit him down there.

Easy, easy.

All right, here. All right, here.

Here, Stephan, if you chew these

they will help you regain your strength.

What did he do to deserve this?

He stole a candle.

One candle?

How long was he in there?

Since yesterday.

In that hell box?

Is this part of your philosophy of life, too?

You're a Starfleet Commander.

I'm sure you've had to discipline

members of your crew.

Discipline is one thing.

Torture is another.

The first thing this community accepted

was the need to establish rules of conduct.

All of us, including Stephan

approved this form of punishment as necessary

and fair.

How are you, Stephan?

( coughing )

I'll be all right.

I'm sorry, Alixus, that I let down the community.

The matter is closed.

Go inside.

Get some rest now.

Thank you, Alixus.

Come on, easy.


Stephan will never steal another candle

and neither will anyone else

who saw him here today.

In time, you'll understand

that this is a simple

and effective way

to maintain law and order in our community.

I get the distinct impression

she expects us to be here for a while.

If there is a way to adapt the energy

in the duonetic field

to get us back to the runabout

I want you to find it, Chief.

Yes, sir.

Is there anything you need?

No, I don't think so.

I'm sorry, Alixus doesn't believe in doors.

We all take it for granted now.

You'll get used to it.

Hopefully, I won't be here long enough

to get used to it.

You don't like it here, do you?

It's not what I'm used to.

Alixus has reminded us all

that it wasn't easy for us at first either.

She's told us to be patient with you.

Has she?

Your muscles must be sore from all the work today.

This is an oil extract from the Xupta tree.

It's wonderfully soothing.

Thanks, I'll try some.

Would you like me to massage you with it?

I don't think so.

Thanks anyway.

It'll make you feel a lot better.

Here, let me show you.

Did she send you here?

Did she send you here to make love to me?

Ben, come in.

I was just writing

about you and Miles in my journal.

I understand you're quite a chef.

That's the first core behavior

I've seen from you since you arrived.

Core behavior.

Does that chapter come

before or after sexual procurement?

I assume you're talking about Cassandra?

Did you send her to my room?


I think you're contemptible.



Try and see it through our eyes

just for a moment, Ben.

Cassandra came to me; she was worried.

She sensed that you weren't happy.

She was right about that.

She was concerned that all you see here

is work and hardship

and she wanted you to share in our joy as well.

So you sent her to me to win my devotion to your cause.

I suggested she might make it easier for you

to become a member of our community.

The choice was hers.

Cassandra really likes you, Ben.

It's fortunate that all these books of yours aren't on padds

like the other materials the colonists brought.

I used to print them myself.

I'm not surprised.

Vinod tells me that you never ate replicated food

before you came here.

I'm not sure I see the connection.

It's just that you never had much use

for technology, did you?

It's interesting how you happened to crash on a planet

that fit your philosophy of life so well.

I agree.

In fact, I've started writing a book

about our experiences.

I've been wondering

if, in the ancient religions of man

there aren't some new truths to be found--

something to explain

how sometimes fate delivers us

exactly where we need to be.

Perhaps one day, you'll even feel

the hand of God on your shoulder.

You won't give a millimeter, will you?

Look at you, still in your uniform

wanting so badly to get back to your station

with its artificial gravity

and its sterilized air.

You are so disconnected

from your core identity, Ben.

There is a better way.

How can we help you see it?

Perhaps good hard work is the answer.


Yes, Mother?

Ben will be standing watch tonight.

Are you all right, Commander?

I'm a little tired, but I'll be fine.

Any luck on your end?

This duonetic field is still a mystery, sir.

I can't believe it's being generated

by the astatine deposits in the stream bed.

ALIXUS: Good morning, Ben.

Ready for some breakfast?

We have some lovely fruit.

Try this.

We found it growing

along the riverbank a few years ago.

It's some kind of native pear.

Oh, Ben, will you be able to work your regular shift

in the field today?

What are you talking about?

You just had him up all night, standing watch.

Of course, if you'd like to be relieved of your duties

all you have to do is ask.

I'll work my shift.

Good. We're so shorthanded out there.

But you really should do yourself a favor

and change into some more comfortable clothes.

Oh, by the way, you'll be pleased to know

Meg seems better this morning.

Joseph is very optimistic

about a new combination of herbs he's trying.

We're picking up a ship ahead.

It's the Rio Grande, moving at warp 1.3.

Plotting an intercept course.

Once we're abeam, match our speeds exactly

and I'll transport over.

Like hell you will.

Sorry, I'm the ranking officer here.

At warp, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to volunteer.

You got a better idea?

I'm the science officer.

It's my job to have a better idea.

( sighs )

What are you doing?

I'm trying an old rope trick

I learned on Earth once.

A rope trick?

A very talented Hopi I knew

did things with a rope you wouldn't believe.

It's an Old West American art form.

You're suggesting we try to rope the Rio Grande at warp.

With a tractor beam.

Once we pull it back to impulse, isn't there a risk

that the strain will rip both hulls apart?

If the ship assembly teams back at the yards

did their jobs really well, we'll probably make it.

If they had an off day

we're going to have a problem

but it's our best shot.

Unless as a ranking officer, you have a better idea.

We're within tractor range.

Locking on.

Engaging impulse engines.

( metal straining and creaking)

( sighs )

Remind me to send a thank-you note

to the assembly teams.

All stop.

Computer, ready transporter.

( clanging )

Meg has died.

Suddenly, quietly.

No one was prouder of what we've accomplished here

than Meg was.

Her dedication to this community

and to us, was an inspiration

which is why I find myself so troubled today by an act

that, by its very nature

defiles her memory.


All of us have welcomed

our new arrivals with open arms

but they continue to reject us.

Despite their agreement

to respect our fundamental way of life

this man has committed the worst offense

that can be committed against this community.

He has selfishly wasted precious time

that could have been put to productive use.

Miles was discovered

trying to activate his technological devices

so he could return to his ship.

Alixus, I'm sure

he only wanted to get to the medical equipment

which might have saved Meg's life.

Thank you, Joseph.

I knew you would feel that way

and I'm glad you said it, so that all of us could see

the true danger these two represent.

Our very own Joseph

defending what he knows is wrong.

He knows that if we had spent our energy

all these years, trying to escape

we'd all be dead today.

This is good.

This is a test of our convictions

and we will survive.

( metal clanking )

You're not going to put him in there.

No, Ben, I'm not.

You are his commanding officer.

I hold you responsible for his actions.

I'm putting you in there.

Wait a minute.

No signs of resistance.

None of the on-board weapons has been fired.

But the logs have been erased.

Someone else must have been here.

Maybe Sisko and O'Brien beamed off

before the ship was boarded.

But then why would somebody

send the runabout off at warp?

Why wouldn't they just keep it or destroy it?

I think they were trying to destroy it.

How can you tell?

The hull's been exposed to high temperatures

and intense gamma radiation.

If we retrace the Rio Grande's course

it takes us right back to...

An F-type star.

Orellius Minor.

There's only one way

the ship could only be coming

straight from Orellius Minor

and that's if someone tried to destroy the ship

by flying it into the star.

And missed.

If the trajectory were slightly off

the star's gravity flux would have deflected it

in a new direction.

Computer, send a tractor beam to the Orinoco.

Prepare for a warp tow.

With a little luck

we'll be able to find the warp signature

the engines left when they were fired up.

Tractor beam in place.

Course laid in for the Orellius system.

Engaging warp engines.


This is painful for me, too.

I want so much to give you water

to let you lie down

to sleep, but I can't.

Not without your help.

I know it's too difficult

to speak right now.

Just rest.

Change doesn't come

easy to you, Ben.

I realize it.

Believe me, I'm not expecting

some sudden, miraculous conversion.

Change will come by itself, if you're open to it.

But you do have to show us

that you're open to it.

A good start would be to get rid of the uniform.

I'll leave you these clothes.

Once you've changed, you can have this water.

Join us, Ben.


What are you doing here?

I need your help, Joseph.

With what?

( sighs )

There's nothing I can do, so please, don't ask me.

I've got to try to track down

where that duonetic field is coming from.

We told you, there are astatine deposits.

That's not what's causing it.

If it were, I'd have that transmitter running

and we'd all be out of here already.

It's got to be something else.

And I think I figured a way to get me to the source of it.

And you want me to look the other way

while you leave.

She'd put you in the box, wouldn't she?

Then do me a favor.

Look down at that hematite deposit I just discovered.


I can do it so it won't hurt at all.

( thud )

I owe you one, my friend.

( grunts )

Well, you finally got one of us out of our uniform.

O'BRIEN: Come on, move it.

Where's Alixus?

Get her out here.

( coughing )

Get him some water!

( coughing harder )

Do you know why this phaser is working now?

Because I shut down the duonetic field

that was stopping it from working.

An artificially created duonetic field.

Sisko to Rio Grande.

Computer, respond.

Your ship is no longer in orbit, Ben.

I destroyed it.

I assume that means you control the duonetic field.

I helped invent it.

You'd be surprised how many scientists

are sympathetic to my philosophies.

Then it was no accident

we developed life-support problems near this planet.

No, we were always on our way here, Joseph.

I chose it months in advance.

It was far away from any trade route

completely isolated.

It was perfect for our... ideal community.

I hoped when we landed we would never leave here.

CASSANDRA: You lied to us.

You've been lying to us for ten years.

Yes, but perhaps a lie can lead

to a more important truth.

Would any of you have learned

who you really are

at the core

if you hadn't have come here?

Joseph, you would have been a repairman

all of your life.

Cassandra, you would have been a technical clerk

in some closed-in room.

And, Stephan, my friend

you probably would have been in prison by now.

Look at yourselves!

Look at what you've become!

What you've achieved here has redefined your potential--

the potential of man--

just as I knew it would.

You are the living proof.

What of the dead?

What of Meg and the others?

Only my son knows how I have suffered

as I watched each of them die.

You were willing to let them die for your theories.

You're going to have to answer for what you've done.

I'm prepared to go with you.

Casualties were inevitable.

I had to accept that from the start.

What if it were your son who had been sick?

Would you let him die, too?


For the sake of the community.

I did it all for the community.

Kira to Sisko. Are you all right, Commander?

Everything is... under control, Major.

Stand by to begin multiple transports.


We have room for all of you on the runabout.

If you have anything you want to bring with you

you ought to get it now.


this is our home.

Whatever Alixus may be guilty of

she did give us our community.

I'm not sure if we'll leave the device

on or off, now that we know it's there.

And we'll have to decide

if we want to establish contact with the outside world.

But Alixus is right.

We have found something here

that none of us is willing to give up.

It's time for those of us who don't belong here

to leave, Ben.

Four to beam up, Major.

Come, come.

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