The Sun Also Risans
And now here come the credits with that big chunk of space dust hurtling through the stars. I love it. This is such a great opening -- all the little details on the station, the Galaxy-class starship parked at one of the upper pylons, the little guys in orange space suits making sparks as they work on another pylon, and finally, The Defiant and the opening of the wormhole. It's awesome. What a fucking great series.
Leeta flits around the runabout, passing out a tray of drinks to everyone, including, of course, an extra-large prune juice for Worf. Dax chastises her for serving them when she's supposed to be on vacation. "Oh, it gives me something to do -- space travel is so dull!" she says. Leeta doesn't notice Dax's properly scandalized look as she leans over to Worf, adding, "Have you ever noticed how all the stars look the same?" Worf looks askance at her as Quark trots in to complain that he ordered a hand-squeezed snail juice. Leeta tells him to get it himself and trots over to drape herself on Bashir. Why doesn't she go read a book pad? Quark starts to be all "Are we there yet?" until Worf orders, "Tell the Ferengi to return to his cabin." "You call that a cabin? It's a cot and a waste disposal unit -- it's so small, even I can't stand up in there." Hey, who ever said Star Trek didn't have bathrooms? Dax pleads with Quark to obey the prune-juice-drinking Klingon. "What's he going to do? Turn around and take me home?" "Coming about," Worf says as I spit my wine all over the table, "setting course for Deep Space Nine." Worf's such a dad! Dax grabs Quark's shirt threateningly. Quark admits defeat and says he'll go back to his cabin. "But first, I have a little present for everyone." He digs into his back and hands out small figurines to everyone except to Worf. "What's this?" Leeta asks inanely. "It's a Horga'hn," Bashir explains, thinking this brings his collection to an even dozen, "a Risan fertility symbol." "Displaying one to the locals indicates you're seeking jamaharon," Quark breathes deeply. Why would you be seeking that kid from Head of the Class on Risa? "What's jawaharlal?" Leeta bleats. "I'll show you later," Bashir promises. "Oh!" Leeta cottons on, realizing it's probably some sort of pretty, pretty unicorn picture, and bangs her Whorega-hn against Bashir's, cooing, "Look -- they like each other." I may throw up. "I think I'm gonna be sick," Quark mutters. Hee! Worf twists around to glare at him. Quark retreats, as does Dax. Worf demands to know where she is going. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable -- you don't think I'm going to beam down to Risa dressed like this, do you?" Dax wonders, handing Worf her Whorega-hn. "That's a good idea," Leeta perks, and follows. I didn't think you could get more comfortable than the filmy stuff and leggings she's wearing, but what do I know? "When in Rome," Bashir says to Worf, and follows the girls. Whoa -- I'm really worried what Bashir's idea of "comfortable" is, but I'm even more worried that we're going to see Worf in a Speedo.