Welcome back to Deep Space Nine, Season 6!
The Dominion War has been waging for three months, DS9 is occupied by the Dominion, and Sisko and his crew have to undergo a dangerous mission... eventually.
But first: Who is Brandon Tartikoff?
Cool your butts everybody, we all love this episode. Oh, but don’t think we don’t have things to talk about. Bashir, for instance. We disagree. Go figure.
Does this once biting political commentary feel out of place in the times we currently live in? How does it feel to watch DS9 during the Bush years vs the current Hellworld?
Kira and Odo and Dukat and Weyoun. Games are played.
Quark and the Lizard Pigs: What’s a story they could have done? Put heroin in their sandwiches!
There’s always room for rock n roll pedantry.
Oh, and speaking of sandwiches: Admiral Ross!
Hugh has a problem with this episode that’s not this episodes fault.
Serialization: We’ve come a long way, baby.
In this modern TV landscape, let’s take a relaxing break to appreciate the psychological euphoria of The Great British Bake Off.
Oh, and finally the plot in the IMDB description happens.
Let’s talk about chairs. Lean into it.
Good ol’ Charlie Reynolds and the Centaur. What kind of name is “Centaur”? Oh. Let’s talk about that too.
Kira has a #metoo moment. It gets uncomfortable. Are the times intruding on enjoyment of the show? James grapples on air.
Before we wrap up: Does the Federation have Christmas?
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