In which a string of sophisticated killings leads Kira to a natal incubator.
In which we get two buddy dramas for the price of one. Well… one and a half.
In which we lead off with a holocaust joke before remembering why those are so rarely funny.
In which Worf is uptight, Bashir is disappointed, and the Federation endures.
In which an anniversary is celebrated, references are made, and an extinct species is resurrected.
In which Jake begs for an interesting story while holding a monkey’s paw.
In which everyone’s getting laid but Miles.
In which we examine the nature of honor, duty, and death.
In which a literary necessity is fulfilled, Deep Space Nine predicted snapchat filters, and the Founders play one level higher than you were expecting.