"Sir, there's a Federation ship off our starboard bow, bearing one five seven mark zero nine five. It's the USS Centaur." "That's Charlie Reynolds' ship." *Their captured Jem'Hadar attack ship is hit* "Cadet, open a channel to the Centaur!" "I can't! Our comm system's down!" *They're hit again* "Perhaps we should consider returning fire." "We can't do that, they're Starfleet!" "Well, tell them, not us!" *They're hit yet again* "We'd better do something!" "Dax, get us across the border, maximum warp! I hope Charlie knows better than to follow us into Dominion territory." *Another hit* "How long until we cross the border?" "We just did." "The Centaur's still with us!" "Charlie never did know when to quit..." "I hope he knows what he's doing." "The question is, do we know what we're doing?" "Captain, that last hit damaged one of our guidance thrusters." "Drop us out of warp. Come about. Prepare to return fire." "Yes, sir." "The Centaur has followed us out of warp." *Another hit* "Target their weapons array. Avoid their engines - I don't want to leave Charlie out here stranded on the wrong side of the border." "We're coming about." "Charlie likes to swing for the fences, so stay in tight. Attack pattern Omega!"