my ben sisko is dead. i look at jake... and all i see... is the son that i'll never have. maybe bringing him here wasn't such a good idea after all. for any of us. (door chimes) come in. i've just got word. the alliance fleet is less than eight hours away. you concentrate on getting the weapons array on-line. i'll calibrate the s.i.f. generators. eight hours-- it's not a lot of time. it's all we have. smiley! your assembly crew won't let me into the torpedo bay. that's because they're trying to get the torpedo chambering mechanism on-line. oh, great. so what am i supposed to do with these torpedoes?! i have a few suggestions. do you, now? this isn't getting us anywhere. we need to buy more time. any ideas? how many raiders are left? only one. there's no way we can stop the alliance attack.