I'm very reliable. I don't know about other versions of me.
Put me on Risa and give me some Risian ale and I think I can take it from there.
*He picked up the rifle he had been carrying since they had landed.*
No problem.
Exactly, Dominion patrols could be tracking us right now. We need to get moving.
Yeah, let's save the flirting for when we get the hell out of here.
Thanks, Kira.
I wasn't poking fun at you two. Should've said something, I guess.
Yes, Commander.
Understood, Commander. I won't slip up on my part.
I'm ready, Commander.
We've come this far together; we'll make it back together.
Yes, Commander...
*Michael replied, slightly embarrassed.*
I wouldn't say everyone, but the good ones seem to be outnumbered.
Because most of them are fatheads.
Oh, right...Sorry, Doctor.
We should've done something to stop the Cardies decades ago, but noooo...the idiots in Command decided not to get involved.
Honestly, so would I.
If we ever get out of here, we'll try our hardest to make it right.
It was a damn mistake to invoke the Prime Directive in the first place.
She's got a point.
Yeah, you're right, Kira. That's one thing we did do for Bajor...
Capturing an enemy ship would be good for slipping out, but then that could create a problem once we get back to Federation space. I do remember reading though that Admiral Kirk and his crew were able to return to Earth in a Klingon Bird of Prey since they alerted HQ they were coming.
Right. I need some rest anyway.
*He entered the caves with the others.*
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Li.
No problem. Thanks.
*He rubbed his face, the fatigue finally getting to him.*
I was providing cover for all of you while you escaped, Kira. Thankfully, I was able to escape myself.
*Eddington, weary from everything that had happened, nodded at the older Bajoran man.*
Hi. I'm Michael Eddington.
I fought in the war, Commander. I know not to let my guard down with Cardies.
Yes, Commander. On it.
