Kira: Now remember, I want him treated like a visiting head of state. Full communications and computer access, any assistance he may need from the station's crew.
Dax: You should have told us know he was coming sooner. I think we have a red carpet in storage somewhere.
Kira: Dax, this is important. Tekeny Ghemor led the dissident movement against Cardassia's Central Command. And now that Dukat and the Dominion have taken over, there is no one better qualified to lead the opposition.
Dax: Besides, he's practically your father.
Worf: Your father? Ghemor is a Cardassian.
Kira: It's a long story.
Dax: The Cardassians once kidnapped Kira and surgically altered her to look like Ghemor's missing daughter.
Kira: It was part of a plan to expose him as the leader of the dissident movement.
Worf: Cardassian politics are very complex.
Dax: I think they like it that way.
Kira: Ghemor may be the only hope left for Cardassia. He deserves our help.
Ghemor: That's a lot of faith to put in one man.
Ghemor: I hope I won't prove too great a disappointment.
Kira: Legate Ghemor. It's good to see you.
Ghemor: How many times must I tell you, Nerys? If you won't call me father, Tekeny will do.
Kira: Welcome to Deep Space Nine, Tekeny. This is our science officer, Lieutenant Commander Jadzia Dax, and our strategic operations officer, Lieutenant Commander Worf.
Ghemor: That's quite a reception for an old man. Ah, I see you're wearing the bracelet I gave you.
Kira: Not exactly permitted under the uniform code, but
Ghemor: It looks good on you. It was a pleasure meeting both of you, but if you don't mind, I'm afraid the journey here was a little draining.
Kira: Oh, I'll show you to your quarters.
Worf: Major Kira, friends with a Cardassian. It seems wrong.
Dax: You should've known her five years ago. Back then, I never thought she'd be friends with anyone.
Kira: I've had the replicator programd with a complete Cardassian menu. You've got twenty six hour a day computer access, a private subspace comm. channel, and if there is anything else you need, you just ask me.
Ghemor: I wish I had your energy.
Kira: I am sorry. I just wanted you to feel at home.
Ghemor: You've been very kind.
Kira: I thought you should know. I checked with Bajoran Security. There are still no leads on your daughter.
Ghemor: She's dead, isn't she?
Kira: We don't know that. Now, if Iliana is still alive, she's been undercover on Bajor for over a decade now. It's very hard to find someone who's been hiding that long.
Ghemor: I know you're trying to keep my hopes up, but it's time I faced the facts. I'm alone. You're the closest thing to family that I have left.
Kira: Bajoran Security has not given up hope. Neither should you. You just have to be patient.
Ghemor: I'm afraid patience is for the young. But what about you, Nerys? How is life treating you?
Kira: Oh, I've got no complaints. Now, did you read the proposal I sent you?
Ghemor: It was very ambitious, but I'm afraid you'll have to find another person to lead the effort.
Kira: No, you are the perfect person for the job. You're still popular on Cardassia. The people respect you. They'll listen to you.
Ghemor: It's not that simple.
Kira: We can make it work. We'll set up a government in exile here on the station. You could make regular transmissions into Cardassia, issue corrections to their propaganda, mobilize your old friends in the dissident movement.
Ghemor: Nerys, it's a good plan, but I can't help you.
Kira: Why?
Ghemor: I have Yarim Fel syndrome. It's terminal, Nerys. I'm dying.
Bashir: I'm afraid the prognosis isn't good. The disease has already spread throughout your digestive tract, your circulatory and respiratory systems, and your cartilaginous tissue.
Ghemor: How much time do I have left?
Bashir: I'm not sure. There are still some treatments we can try. Hexadrin therapy or neuroregeneration procedures.
Ghemor: I appreciate anything you can do. I'm sorry, Nerys. I'm afraid this isn't going the way you planned.
Kira: Oh, don't worry about me. The important thing is to get you well.
Sisko: Begin Captain's log, stardate
O'Brien: Ops to Sisko.
Sisko: Go ahead.
O'Brien: You've got an incoming
O'Brien: Message from Cardassia. It's from Gul Dukat.
O'Brien: He's demanding to speak to you.
Sisko: Put him through.
Dukat: Ah, Captain Sisko. Always a pleasure.
Sisko: Still calling yourself Gul? I'm surprised you haven't promoted yourself back to Legate by now.
Dukat: I prefer the title Gul. So much more hands-on than Legate. And less pretentious than the other alternatives, President, Emperor, First Minister, Emissary.
Sisko: How about Dominion Puppet?
Dukat: Captain, such comments only reveal a deep misunderstanding of the intricacies of the Dominion political system. Under our new administration, Cardassia enjoys unparalleled autonomy and
Sisko: You can justify yourself later, Dukat. I'm a busy man.
Dukat: Very well. We have reason to believe you have one of our citizens aboard your station. A certain Tekeny Ghemor, formerly a Legate in the Cardassian Central Command.
Sisko: And if we do?
Dukat: Well, we want him back. To put it mildly, he has a lot to answer for.
Sisko: I will take your request under advisement. But considering the Federation doesn't recognize your government, and that Cardassia has never agreed to an extradition treaty with Bajor or the Federation, you shouldn't get your hopes up.
Ghemor: What a beautiful baby you are. Yes. You must be very proud.
Kira: He's Miles and Keiko's baby. I just carried him to term for them.
Ghemor: Maybe you'd better?
Kira: Yeah. Are you?
Ghemor: It'll pass. It's silly, but I almost feel like a grandfather. After all, you're the closest thing I have to a daughter.
Kira: Yoshi's the closest thing I have to a son. You'd make a terrific grandfather.
Ghemor: And what about you, Nerys? Have you ever thought about having one of your own? Maybe with that Shakaar fellow of yours?
Kira: You know about me and Shakaar?
Ghemor: I've been keeping an eye on you. It made me feel like I still had family.
Kira: What did you do, hire someone to follow me around?
Ghemor: Credit an old man with some restraint. I just had people let me know when they heard anything about you. Like it or not, you're a public figure, Nerys. First officer of one of the most important military installlations in the quadrant. Your feud with Kai Winn has become already something of a legend. Did you know that you have your own section in the Cardassian Central Archives? You've made an impression on people, Nerys. A good one. You should be proud of everything you've accomplished. I am.
Kira: You know, I've kept my ears open for news about you too. I was worried about you. Opposing the Cardassian government is dangerous business.
Ghemor: I enjoyed it, while it lasted. I have a fondness for hopeless causes. It runs in the family.
Kira: Dukat called the station. He wants you extradited to Cardassia.
Ghemor: I'm not surprised. He knows that as long as I'm alive, I'm a threat to him.
Kira: We won't let him get his hands on you.
Ghemor: Nerys, I know more about the Cardassian government than anyone alive. Names, alliances, plots. Things that could do a lot of good in the right hands. There's a Cardassian tradition, shri-tal. The dying give their secrets to their family to use against their enemies. But I have no one left to carry my secrets. No one but you.
Kira: Me?
Ghemor: Be my daughter one last time, Nerys. Hear what I know and use it as you see fit.
Sisko: I hate to sound callous, but we have a tremendous opportunity here. Ghemor is basically volunteering to give us more intelligence on Cardassia than we've been able to gather in five years.
Kira: That's exactly what he's doing.
Sisko: It's quite a responsibility he's handing you.
Kira: I know. I can't help wondering if he's chosen the right person. What if I get too involved or I don't ask the right questions? Maybe I can convince Ghemor to talk to a counselor or Constable Odo. I mean, he questions people every day.
Sisko: Maybe. But Ghemor just doesn't want to be debriefed. He wants someone to talk to. Someone to be with until the end.
Kira: And that someone is me.
Furel: Nerys!
Kira: Father. Father, can you hear me?
Sisko: Are you up to it?
Kira: I have no choice. I'm all he's got.
Bashir: If Ghemor's pain gets too severe, push this. It'll administer a small dose of triptacedrine. If you want to replenish the medication, be sure and turn this valve, diskonnect it from here, and replace it with a new supply. If you don't want to do it yourself, you can always call for a nurse to help.
Kira: I can manage.
Bashir: I hope you're right. Looking with someone with a terminal condition isn't easy, especially in this case where you'll be acting as Ghemor's only source of emotional support.
Kira: I know what I'm getting myself into.
Bashir: I'm sure you do. Well, let me know if you need anything.
Kira: Tekeny.
Ghemor: Nerys.
Kira: No, don't try to move.
Ghemor: Mouth's dry.
Kira: I'll get you some water. Careful.
Kira: Oh, damn it. I'm sorry.
Ghemor: It's all right. You're doing fine. Maybe we should get started.
Kira: Session one, stardate 50712.5. Whenever you're ready.
Ghemor: Probably Dukat's most powerful enemy is Gul Trepar, the head of the Fourth Order. He's
Kira: What is it?
Ghemor: Button.
Kira: Better? You know, maybe I can ask Doctor Bashir to get you something stronger.
Ghemor: No. Anything stronger and I'd be unconscious. And you and I have a lot to talk about. Where were we?
Kira: Trepar.
Ghemor: Trepar. Trepar used to outrank Dukat and he's not happy to be taking orders from one of his former subordinates. Trepar's aide is a man named Glinn Borven, a political opportunist with all the loyalty of a
Kira: Medic! We need a medic! What the hell's taking them so long!
Taban: Nerys! Nerys, don't leave me. I was such a fool. When the Cardassians started setting fire to the village, I tried to talk to them, to reason with them. Look what they've done to me.
Kira: I'm going to make them pay for this, I promise you.
Taban: They burnt my garden, set fire to everything. I worked for years planting it, caring for it, and now it's gone.
Kira: We'll plant another one, together, you and I.
Taban: I wish I had your strength, Nerys, your confidence. I'm so afraid.
Kira: Where's that damn medic?
Taban: Don't go. Stay with me. The medic can wait. I don't want to be alone.
Kira: The subject is asleep. I'm concluding the interview for the day.
Ghemor: Cold, cold.
Sisko: It's a good start. Starfleet Intelligence will be very pleased.
Kira: There's more where that came from. Ghemor seems to know every politician and bureaucrat on Cardassia.
Sisko: You look tired.
Kira: I've been up for thirty hours straight.
Sisko: You should get some rest.
Bashir: Bashir to Major Kira.
Kira: Go ahead.
Bashir: Please report to Ghemor's quarters immediately.
Bashir: He's not responding to the hexadrin therapy anymore.
Ghemor: Nerys.
Kira: I'm here.
Ghemor: Ask me questions, Nerys. We don't have much time.
Kira: You were talking about the Supreme Tribunal.
Sisko: Status report.
Worf: A Jem'Hadar battleship is approaching the station.
Dax: Its weapons are armed and its targeting systems are active.
Sisko: Red Alert. All crewmembers report to battle stations.
O'Brien: They're hailing us.
Sisko: On screen.
Dukat: Captain Sisko.
Sisko: Gul Dukat. What's the meaning of this?
Dukat: You said you'd take my request for Ghemor's extradition under advisement.
O'Brien: They've locked weapons on the station.
Dukat: I eagerly await your decision.
Dukat: Captain Sisko. Thank you for the kind invitation. This is one of my Dominion advisors, Weyoun.
Sisko: We've met. I saw you die.
Weyoun: That wasn't me. At least not exactly.
Dukat: The Vorta are experts at cloning.
Weyoun: It tends to mitigate the risk involved in so much of our work. My predecessor was the fourth incarnation of our noble progenitor. I am the fifth.
Sisko: Immortality.
Weyoun: Of a sort. Interested?
Sisko: Dukat, you said you wanted to talk to me. Now is your chance.
Dukat: Then I'll make it simple, Captain. Tekeny Ghemor is not a well man. He would be better off under the care of his own people. We want him to know he can come home.
Sisko: To attend his own execution.
Dukat: No, not at all. Ghemor's case has been reviewed by the new judicial system and he's been cleared of any wrongdoing.
Weyoun: Dominion courts are renowned for their honesty and equanimity.
Dukat: So, as you can see, there's no reason Ghemor can't return to Cardassia.
Sisko: I don't think he would agree with you.
Weyoun: Perhaps we should find out.
Ghemor: Dukat, I have a week to live, maybe less. Do you really expect me to trade my silence for a few short days under the Cardassian sun?
Dukat: It is where you belong, Ghemor.
Ghemor: And it's where I'd be this very moment if you hadn't betrayed our people to the Dominion. Good day, Dukat.
Weyoun: He doesn't seem to like you very much. We're going to have to do something about your public image.
Kira: Gentlemen.
Dukat: You haven't heard my entire offer. We do have something else I think might interest you. Your daughter, Iliana.
Ghemor: Iliana? I
Kira: Don't listen to him.
Dukat: Your daughter is alive. I know where to find her.
Ghemor: I want to believe you, Dukat, but even if I did, let's just say I don't like the company you're keeping. You and I might have come to an agreement, one Cardassian to another. But now dealing with you means dealing with them, and that makes the price too high.
Kira: All right, you have your answer.
Dukat: My ship will be docked here few days longer.
Weyoun: In case you change your mind.
Ghemor: I won't.
Quark: What can I get for you, Major? A frosty Bajoran ale perhaps? Or something stronger? How about a Black Hole?
Kira: Whatever.
Quark: You look terrible. Not that I mind. I like my women a little rumpled.
Kira: Quark, just get me my drink.
Quark: I know just the thing. Warm Enyak's milk. It'll help you sleep.
Kira: Come in.
Dukat: Major. Sorry to disturb you.
Kira: Sorry enough to leave?
Dukat: Your defense of Ghemor is admirable. But did it ever occur to you, you may be fighting the wrong battle? Do you recall the massacre at the Kiessa Monastery?
Kira: Kiessa. What's that got to do with Ghemor?
Dukat: See for yourself. That is his official military record. You can verify anything on there with Bajoran Intelligence if you like.
Kira: You are really enjoying this, aren't you? Huh? All your sick little games.
Dukat: I must admit, I do get a certain perverse pleasure out of it. Read it or not, it's up to you.
Kira: I promise you, Dukat, I will make you pay for all of this one day.
Dukat: Maybe. But not today.
Ghemor: Nerys.
Kira: I'll be right there.
Kira: Now what?
Ghemor: I was thirsty.
Kira: Just sit back. You're all tangled up.
Ghemor: I'm sorry.
Kira: It's a little late for that now, isn't it?
Ghemor: Nerys, is something wrong?
Kira: Yes there's something's wrong. You lied to me.
Ghemor: About what?
Kira: About everything. But let's start with Kiessa Monastery.
Ghemor: Kiessa.
Kira: You were there, weren't you?
Ghemor: Dukat told you.
Kira: The Cardassian army burned Kiessa to the ground. Seventeen monks were killed.
Ghemor: But they were hiding weapons for the Resistance. Weapons that were being used to kill my friends. It was war. It was easy to despise you. But you weren't the monsters, we were. I wish I'd never joined the military, never volunteered for duty on Bajor. But I did. And I can't change that, no matter how much I might want to.
Kira: So instead you hid the truth from me.
Ghemor: No, Nerys. I didn't want you to hate me.
Kira: It's what you deserve.
Ghemor: Nerys!
Weyoun: Dabo! That is dabo, isn't it?
Dukat: I don't know why you insist on playing this ridiculous game.
Weyoun: I like games.
Dukat: Ah, Captain. Can I help you?
Sisko: I thought we should talk. I realize I haven't been much of a host.
Sisko: Here, have some kanar.
Dukat: No, thank you. I'm not particularly thirsty right now.
Sisko: I insist.
Dukat: I said no thank you. I never touch Kanar on an empty stomach, Captain. It's bad for the digestion.
Sisko: In this case, that's something of an understatement. Because in that bottle is enough voraxna poison to kill at least a dozen Cardassians. It was delivered to Tekeny Ghemor less than twenty minutes ago.
Dukat: Fascinating.
Sisko: What's wrong, Dukat? Are you afraid Ghemor's going to say something that might undermine your cozy new position?
Dukat: Tread with care, Captain. You're coming dangerously close to accusing the head of the Cardassian government of attempted murder.
Sisko: Is that what I'm doing?
Weyoun: How delightful. The mysterious plots, the subtle innuendos, the veiled threats. It's all so entertaining.
Dukat: What?
Weyoun: Oh, my. That is quite toxic, isn't it?
Dukat: Are you insane?
Weyoun: Vorta are immune to most forms of poison. Comes in handy when you're a diplomat.
Sisko: Especially when you're working with the Cardassians. You can keep the kanar, Dukat. Ghemor won't be drinking it.
Odo: It's a little late for services, Major.
Kira: I needed a quiet place to think. If you've got something to say to me, Constable, say it.
Odo: I understand you've stopped visiting Ghemor.
Kira: He lied to me. I thought he was different, but he's just like the rest of them.
Odo: Is he? Really. I've seen his file, too, Major. He was nineteen when Kiessa was destroyed. He'd been in the military for less than a year and was only one of four hundred soldiers at the monastery. There's no way of knowing if he even fired a shot.
Kira: He shouldn't have been there at all.
Odo: This isn't about Ghemor's war record. If it really mattered, you wouldn't have waited for Dukat to hand it to you. You would have looked it up yourself.
Kira: What are you trying to say? That I should go back down there?
Odo: Ah. No, I wasn't saying that at all. Are you?
Kira: Father? Father. Father, hold still. You'll tear your bandages.
Taban: My garden. They burned my garden.
Kira: I know. I know.
Taban: I can hear the Prophets calling me, Nerys. I can feel my pagh slipping away.
Furel: Nerys. We found them. It's a Cardassian heavy weapons unit. Third assault group, ninth order.
Kira: Hold on. I'll be right back. How far?
Furel: Just outside of Tempasa.
Kira: I'll go with you.
Furel: Are you sure?
Kira: I know the area.
Furel: So does Gantt.
Kira: They didn't shoot Gantt's father. They shot mine.
Furel: All right. Go.
Kira: We found the soldiers that did this to you. I'm going to make them pay, just like I promised.
Taban: The others. Let them. You don't have to go.
Kira: Yes, I do. Yes, I do. I won't be long. Let's go!
Kira: Come in.
Bashir: I thought you should know that Ghemor's condition has deteriorated. He'll be dead within the hour.
Kira: Thank you for the information, Doctor.
Bashir: Is that it? Thank you for the information? Ghemor is dying.
Kira: I heard you.
Bashir: Major, he wants to see you.
Kira: Well, I don't want to see him.
Bashir: Major, please, it's almost over. There's no more questions to ask, no more work to be done. Just go to his quarters and sit with him.
Kira: I said no. Don't ask me again.
Bashir: Fine. You must do what you want. But I think you're making a mistake. Regardless of what Ghemor's done in the past, he doesn't deserve to die alone. Nobody does.
Furel: All four mortar rounds right in the central compound. And the way they ran, it was like kicking over a mound of barrowbugs.
Kira: What was the count?
Furel: Five skimmers, and at least, at least fifteen Cardassian dead. Now that's not a bad day's work. We should celebrate.
Kira: Yeah. They kill us, we kill them. It's nothing worth celebrating.
Gantt: Nerys. Your father.
Gantt: He died calling your name.
Kira: Get another raiding party together. I want to hit those Cardassians again as soon as we have a chance.
Furel: Would you like me to call everyone together? Have Prylar Quen say a few words?
Kira: There's nothing left to say.
Ghemor: I didn't think you would come.
Kira: Well, for a while there, neither did I.
Bashir: Cause of death was CNS failure brought on by Yarim Fel syndrome. One witness was present, a Major Kira Nerys of the Bajoran Militia. Witness's statement is attached. Major, we're done here.
Kira: That's it? A quick postmortem, a statement from the witness and a little paperwork. It seems so straightforward.
Bashir: It never is.
Kira: He got so quiet toward the end. I could hear him whispering things. His wife's name, Iliana's, even mine. Then the pain just got too much for him and he just lay there, breathing. And at the end of every exhale, there was this pause, and I thought that's it. It's over. Then he'd force another breath, and another. I started counting them. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred. He was fought for every last second. I don't even think he knew I was there.
Bashir: He knew. You gave him what he needed. He didn't die alone.
Kira: Maybe he gave me something I needed. I missed my father's death by less than an hour. Did you know that? Less than an hour. I always told myself that it was bad luck, bad timing, the will of the Prophets. But the truth is, I didn't have to go when I did. I could have stayed a while longer. I saw my chance to get out and I took it. I saw so much death during the occupation, I felt so much pain. But my father, he was my strength, and I couldn't stand to see that strength slipping away. So I ran.
Bashir: Just like you tried to run from Ghemor.
Kira: He reminded me so much of my father. Going through it again, I just couldn't face it.
Bashir: But in the end, you did. You were there for Ghemor.
Kira: I owed it to him. I owed it to my father to get it right this time.
Sisko: You wanted to see me?
Dukat: Yes. I understand Legate Ghemor has passed away.
Sisko: You must be very relieved.
Dukat: Oh Captain, such cynicism does not suit you. All of Cardassia will mourn the passing of Tekeny Ghemor. He was a great man.
Sisko: I'm surprised to hear you say that.
Dukat: Not at all. It takes a great man to admit he's wrong, and that's what Ghemor did. I'm speaking of his last minute change of heart. His deathbed decision to embrace the new Dominion government.
Sisko: That's very moving, except for one small problem. It never happened.
Weyoun: As you said, it's a small problem.
Dukat: I would like his body transferred to my ship. We'll take him home and bury him with full state honors.
Sisko: I'm afraid that's going to be impossible. Legate Ghemor's funeral arrangements have already been taken care of.


Voices: Over this way.
Dax: Who's winning the war?
Quark: It's too early to tell.
Dax: It's been three days.
Quark: Don't remind me. They found a nest.
Dax: That's good.
Quark: It's not the main nest.
Dax: That's not so good. I thought Chief O'Brien trapped the last vole on the station months ago.
Quark: Well, obviously he missed a couple. A married couple. They breed like tribbles.
Dax: But they're not as cute.
Quark: They're disgusting, hairy little creatures with ravenous appetites and I want them gone.
Dax: Oh, Quark.
Quark: I know, I know. This is just a temporary setback. The bar will open again and I can get back to my life.
Dax: I'm glad you realize that.
Quark: The only trouble is, I hate my life.
Quark: Come in.
Rom: Hello, brother.
Quark: What do you want?
Rom: You have every right to be depressed, brother. Ever since you were blacklisted by the Ferengi Commerce Authority it's been one thing after another. But I have some news that's going to cheer you up.
Quark: I doubt it.
Rom: Trust me on this one, brother. I'm about to make you very, very happy.
Quark: Really?
Rom: Really. Come on in.
Quark: What's she doing here?
Rom: We're getting married.
Quark: Oh, I wish I was dead.
Rom: He's been a little depressed lately.
Quark: I don't want to live.
Leeta: I think you need someone to talk to, someone to pamper you.
Quark: I think I need to be alone.
Rom: You know who I talk to when I'm feeling a little low?
Quark: Yeah, me.
Rom: Not when it's something really important.
Quark: Let me guess. Chief O'Brien?
Rom: That's not a bad guess.
Quark: Rom, just tell me who it is, then you can leave and I can go back to my brooding.
Rom: There's only one person in my life who's always there for me, who's never too busy to listen, who reassures me when I'm scared, comforts me when I'm sad, and who showers me with endless love without ever asking anything in return.
Leeta: I'd like to meet this person.
Quark: So would I.
Rom: You already know her. And she'll always be there for you, brother, with open arms.
Ishka: Quark?
Quark: Mother?
Quark: Moogie, hold me.
Rom: Of all the Bajoran Prophecies, I think my favorite is Horran's Seventh. The one that starts, He will come to the palace, carrying a chalice.
Dax: Bearing no malice.
Rom: Overflowing with sweet Spring wine.
O'Brien: Someone's been studying the Ancient Texts.
Rom: It's important to Leeta. She wants a traditional Bajoran wedding.
Dax: And you've agreed to it? Oh, that's very sweet, Rom.
O'Brien: Is she doing the same for you? I mean, learning to be a Ferengi woman? Memorizing the Rules of Acquisition and
Dax: Not likely. Leeta's not the type of woman to quit her job, stop wearing clothes, and never go out in public again.
Rom: That's okay. I just want her to be happy.
Dax: That's a very enlightened attitude, Rom.
O'Brien: Rom is not your traditional Ferengi male.
Rom: I guess not.
Dax: You're probably the least Ferengi-like Ferengi I've ever met.
Rom: I guess so.
Dax: Oh, that's not a bad thing, Rom. No traditional Ferengi male could ever marry a non-Ferengi and be happy. He could never trust her.
Quark: So you see, Moogie, the voles aren't the real problem. They're just a symbol for everything that's gone wrong in my life.
Ishka: You've had a tough year, Quark.
Quark: That's an understatement. I see all these great opportunities out there and I can't do anything about them. Without a Ferengi Business License it's like I don't exist.
Ishka: I understand why you felt the need to escape for a while, but why come here?
Quark: I had no place else to go.
Ishka: Are you sure about that? Oh, now don't give me that look. You and I both know we've never really gotten along. You disapprove of me, Quark. You always have. Moogie, stop wearing clothes. Moogie, stop earning profit.
Quark: You have stopped, haven't you? I mean earning profit. Wearing clothes is bad enough, but profit.
Ishka: You see what I mean?
Quark: I know the two of us living under the same roof isn't going to be easy. But you're my mother and I love you.
Ishka: And I love you too, Quark. But when you say living together what are we talking about? A day? A week? Two weeks?
Quark: I don't know. I guess until I start feeling better. Unless, of course, you don't want me.
Ishka: You're my son. How could I refuse you?
Quark: Then you'll remove all that unnecessary clothing?
Ishka: Don't push your luck. Where are you going?
Quark: To my room. I'm exhausted.
Ishka: What you need is some of your mother's cooking. Some nice, juicy tube grubs.
Quark: I never liked your tube grubs.
Ishka: I'll pre-chew them for you.
Quark: Maybe later.
Quark: Hello, room. Where's all my stuff? If she's thrown out my Marauder Mo action figures.
Quark: Grand Nagus?
Zek: Quark, what are you doing here?
Quark: I'm visiting my mother.
Zek: That's no excuse. You've been banned by the FCA. You must leave Ferenginar at once.
Quark: Got to go. The Nagus, he knows I'm here. Wait a minute. What's the Nagus doing in my closet?
Ishka: The Nagus?
Quark: Moogie?
Ishka: Zekkie! You might as well come out.
Quark: Zekkie? What's going on?
Ishka: The next time you visit, I'd really appreciate it if you called first.
Quark: That doesn't answer my question.
Zek: Sometimes, the only thing more dangerous than a question is an answer.
Quark: Rule of Acquisition two oh eight. You're in trouble again, aren't you? What have you done now? Whatever it is, I had nothing to do with it. Tell him, Moogie. Tell him I'm innocent.
Ishka: Relax, Quark. I'm not in any trouble.
Quark: You're not?
Zek: Why would she be in trouble?
Quark: I don't know. I just thought since you were here. I don't know what I thought. I'm so confused.
Zek: About what? It's all really quite simple. You see, Quark, your mother and I are in love.
Quark: How did you two meet?
Ishka: We met at the Global Tongo Championships.
Zek: That's right. I was playing in the Golden Masters Division.
Ishka: And I was tucked away in the sub-basement playing in the Female Division. Anyway, word leaked down to us that the Grand Nagus was having a little difficulty with his game.
Zek: For some reason my purchases kept exceeding my sales.
Ishka: So I wrote him a note offering some helpful pointers on to firm up his play.
Zek: And they worked! I made a spectacular comeback and won the tournament for the twenty seventh year in a row.
Ishka: Zekkie sent me a very nice thank you note. Before I knew it, we were corresponding regularly.
Zek: Your mother's letters became the highlight of each day. It was clear we had to meet.
Ishka: Imagine his surprise when he found out I was a female and your mother, no less.
Zek: I almost had a stroke. But I recovered.
Ishka: And we've been seeing each other ever since.
Quark: Does anybody know about this?
Zek: Of course no one knows. And you're going to keep it that way.
Quark: My lips are sealed.
Zek: They'd better be.
Ishka: Jellied gree worms? Maihar'du, you are too good to me. He treats me like a queen.
Zek: That's because you deserve no less.
Ishka: Zekkie, they don't come sweeter than you.
Quark: I don't believe it.
Zek: What's that, Quark?
Quark: Nothing. I've never seen you looking happier.
Zek: That's because I've never felt happier. Well, my dear, time to get back to running the empire. Try not to miss me too much.
Ishka: I miss you already.
Zek: That's my girl.
Ishka: Oh, Lobekins. Don't forget your appointment calendar.
Zek: Thank you, my prize. Your mother is a rare jewel, Quark. Worship her as I do.
Quark: Incredible.
Ishka: Quark, if you're going to give me a hard time about this.
Quark: Give you a hard time? You and the Nagus? I couldn't be happier for all of us.
O'Brien: No sign of a single vole. I think we got them all.
Rom: Chief, is it all right if I take a slightly longer lunch than usual? I need Leeta to sign this.
O'Brien: The Waiver of Property and Profit?
Rom: Ferengi females aren't allowed to own property or earn profit. The WP and P states that in the event the marriage ends, the female gives up all claim to her husband's estate.
O'Brien: And you expect Leeta to agree to this?
Rom: I agreed to wear the earring. So either Leeta signs this or the wedding's off. I may not be a traditional Ferengi but I'm still a Ferengi.
O'Brien: It's your life, but I think you're making a big mistake.
Rom: I think I'd be making a bigger mistake if I didn't. Besides, Leeta loves me. You'll see, Chief. She'll sign it.
Leeta: Are you crazy? I'm not going to sign this.
Rom: Why not?
Leeta: Because a marriage is about sharing everything, including money.
Rom: Not on Ferenginar.
Leeta: We're not on Ferenginar.
Rom: But I'm a Ferengi.
Leeta: And I'm not.
Rom: Females and finances don't mix. Rule of Acquisition ninety four.
Leeta: That's a stupid rule.
Rom: It's true. You're just like her. You're after my money.
Leeta: Like who?
Rom: My first wife. Pretending that you care about me but all the time it's my profits that you really care about.
Leeta: Rom, I love you, not your latinum.
Rom: Then prove it. Sign the WP and P.
Leeta: Never.
Rom: Then the marriage is off.
Leeta: You bet it is.
Zek: My dear, you reek of tube grubs.
Ishka: So do you, lobekins.
Zek: Are your ears tingling? Mine, too.
Quark: So tell me, Nagus, how was your day?
Zek: Oh, you know how it is. Arcybite ore futures are continuing to increase, and the Bolians have finally agreed to allow the Ferengi Gaming Commission to take over their gambling emporiums, and er, er, oh, I have decided to allocate extra funds for research on a new breed of Hupyrian beetles. Those little fellows are going to revolutionize the entire beetle snuff industry.
Ishka: Now that's what I call a busy and productive day.
Quark: No wonder the Ferengi economy is growing at a record pace. Costs are down, profits are up.
Zek: And opportunity is around every corner.
Ishka: Zekkie, you've done quite a job.
Quark: And your people love you for it. Your business acumen, your negotiating skills, your kindness and generosity.
Zek: Forget it, Quark. I'm not going to reverse the FCA's decision. They revoked your Business License and they're the one's who are going to have to reinstate it.
Quark: But you're the most powerful man on Ferenginar. You can do whatever you want.
Zek: True, but contracts are the very basis of our society and you broke a contract with another Ferengi. If I were to intervene on your behalf, I would be encouraging others to violate the law! And that, I will not do!
Quark: Moogie, talk to him.
Ishka: He makes a very good point, Quark. What you did was wrong.
Quark: Thanks. I knew I could count on you.
Zek: And I'd watch my tone of voice if I were you. Well, my dear, shall we take a stroll in your garden? Oh, and Quark, will you do me a favor? Help Maihar'du clear the table. He's not as young as he used to be.
Brunt: Brunt, FCA.
Quark: What are you doing in my closet?
Brunt: Conducting official FCA business.
Quark: In my closet?
Brunt: I didn't want the happy couple to see me.
Quark: Happy couple?
Brunt: Don't play innocent with me. I know all about their perverted little love affair.
Quark: I had nothing to do with it. They met playing tongo. I only found out about it today.
Brunt: She's your mother, Quark, and that makes you responsible. And right now, she's endangering the very foundation of Ferengi society. I can see her, whispering in the Nagus' ear, contaminating his thoughts with her twisted, female philosophies. I'm telling you, Quark, if we don't put an end to their relationship, you're going to see clothed females walking down the streets of Ferenginar in broad daylight. If I had my way, I'd climb to the top of the Tower of Commerce and denounce your mother to the crowd below. But we must spare the Nagus even a hint of public disgrace. We've got to put an end to their relationship, but privately. Quietly.
Quark: So what are you going to do?
Brunt: I'm not going to do anything. You are.
Quark: Me?
Brunt: Who else? She's your mother and the Nagus, for reasons that elude me completely, likes you. You're in the perfect position to poison their relationship.
Quark: Why should I help you? You revoked my business license.
Brunt: I'll give you a new one.
Quark: You've got a deal.
Leck: Once again, Nagus, you have proven that you have the wisest lobes in all of Ferenginar.
Zek: That's what they pay me for.
Quark: I need to speak to the Nagus. It's a personal matter. Nothing for you to worry about.
Zek: What do you want, Quark?
Quark: I just dropped by to pay my respects.
Zek: Well, in that case, pay them.
Zek: Feel better? Now go.
Quark: Before I do, I just want to say how proud I am that you consider my home your home. My mother is a very lucky woman.
Zek: And I am a very lucky man. I guess the only one around here who isn't lucky is you, Quark.
Quark: I just think it's great that she's found someone who cares for her so deeply that he can ignore all those vicious rumors about her.
Zek: You mean the rumors about her earning profit? I know that whole story. The FCA made her give up every strip of latinum she made.
Quark: I'm talking about the other rumors. The ones that say she hasn't given it all back.
Zek: Nonsense.
Quark: Of course it is. And the wildest rumor has to be about what she plans to do with her fortune. That she's going to fund a political revolution to end the male domination on Ferenginar.
Zek: You mean equal rights for females?
Quark: It's crazy, isn't it? I mean, so what if she wears clothing, or that she's managed to worm her way into the heart of the most influential Ferengi alive. Those aren't crimes, are they?
Zek: Absolutely not.
Quark: And what if she's as cunning and ruthless as any male. That doesn't mean that she's not to be trusted, does it? The important thing is that she loves you and that you're not some pawn in her plans for world domination.
Zek: World domination? By a female?
Quark: It's a horrifying thought. Luckily, they're just rumors.
Zek: Rumors.
Quark: Well, time to go. I'll see you tonight, Nagus. I know Moogie can hardly wait.
Zek: For what?
Quark: For you to get home.
Zek: Now that he mentions it, she really has no business wearing clothes in front of her Nagus.
Ishka: I should start dinner. Zekkie'll be here any minute. What do you say to some nice slug steaks?
Quark: I'm not hungry.
Ishka: Quark, the power cells are empty.
Quark: I must've been too depressed to notice.
Ishka: It's the FCA ban, isn't it?
Quark: It's awful. You don't know what it's like to be denied the opportunity to earn profit.
Ishka: Oh, yes I do. I know exactly what it's like.
Quark: It's worse for a male.
Ishka: Is it?
Quark: Moogie, I'm in no mood to argue politics right now. I'm too distressed.
Ishka: All right, Quark. I'll talk to the Nagus. I'll see if I can convince him to intercede on your behalf.
Quark: Oh, Moogie.
Ishka: You're a manipulative, self-centerd, conniver.
Quark: Thank you.
Ishka: Zek'll be here any minute.
Quark: I'll make myself scarce. Good luck. I'm counting on you.
Odo: Commander, I'm sorry if the Klingons are unhappy, but station rules are station rules.
Worf: I am well aware of station rules, but General Martok is a great warrior and he has no business being in a holding cell.
Odo: He threw one of his men off that crossway.
Worf: That was a diskiplinary measure. Besides, K'retok was not injured. He was barely shaken up.
Odo: As opposed to the Bolian Ambassador. K'retok only missed her by a centimeter.
Worf: But he did miss her.
Sisko: Constable, release General Martok.
Odo: Sir.
Sisko: Mister Worf, tell the General that this is not a Klingon space station. If he can't abide by the regulations, I'm sure Chancellor Gowron will send us someone who can.
Worf: Understood.
Sisko: Constable?
Odo: Understood.
Sisko: Do you hear that?
Sisko: Rom, are you all right?
Rom: I'm fine, Captain. Thanks for asking.
Odo: The wedding is off.
Sisko: I'm sorry.
Rom: Don't be, Captain. These are tears of joy.
Sisko: Carry on.
Leeta: I hate him.
Kira: No, you don't.
Leeta: All he loves is latinum.
Kira: No, he doesn't.
Leeta: Canceling that wedding was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Kira: No, it isn't.
Leeta: I am so glad he's out of my life.
Kira: No, you're not.
Leeta: Major, you haven't been listening to me.
Kira: Yes I have. That's how I know you love him.
Quark: Moogie, I'm home. So, how'd it go? Am I reinstated? What's wrong? Did the Nagus say no?
Ishka: Don't you think about anyone but yourself?
Quark: Of course I do. I just think about myself first. Now tell me, what's wrong?
Ishka: He left me. All I asked him was to reinstate your license, and the next thing I know he's accusing me of plotting to overthrow the government.
Quark: That's ridiculous.
Ishka: He said I didn't really love him, that I was just using him. That I was a scheming, profit-hungry female who couldn't keep her clothes off.
Quark: The nerve.
Ishka: Oh, Quark. I don't know what I'm going to do without him. I don't know what he's going to do without me.
Quark: Moogie, I'm sorry, but these things happen. It's probably better this way.
Ishka: No, it isn't. It's a disaster, for all of us.
Brunt: Brunt, FCA.
Quark: I hope you've had a productive day. I certainly have.
Brunt: You're smiling, Quark. Therefore, I assume you mother is not.
Quark: It's hard to smile when you have a broken heart. Now, about my business license.
Brunt: As of this moment, it's as valid as my own. Congratulations, Quark. You're a Ferengi again.
Quark: I always was.
Quark: Breakfast.
Ishka: I'm not hungry.
Quark: Moogie, you have to eat something.
Ishka: Why?
Quark: Because life goes on. There are other slugs in the sea.
Ishka: You're leaving, aren't you? You're going back to Deep Space Nine.
Quark: How did you know that?
Ishka: You spent all morning jellying gree worms, which tells me that your conscience is bothering you. You feel guilty about leaving me alone. Well, don't. I don't need you. I don't need anyone.
Quark: Okay. Then I'll go pack.
Quark: Who could that be?
Zek: Hello, Rom.
Quark: It's Quark.
Zek: Quark, that's what I said. I want to see you in the Tower of Commerce right away. Don't keep me waiting.
Ishka: Why is the Nagus calling you?
Quark: I have no idea.
Ishka: I bet it's about me.
Quark: I doubt it. But then, it could be. Either way, I'll do all I can to straighten things out between the two of you. That's a promise.
Quark: You want me to be First Clerk to the Nagus?
Zek: That's right, Quark. My own personal financial assistant. What do you say?
Quark: Why me?
Zek: Consider it a reward for saving me from that wretched mother of yours.
Quark: What about my bar?
Zek: You want to be a bartender all your life? I'm offering you something more. A chance to participate in the major decisions that shape this glorious financial empire of ours.
Quark: Well, when you put it that way.
Zek: Good. Now you can start by briefing me on today's petitioners.
Quark: I need your access code.
Zek: Three, seven, four, slash, one, five, five.
Quark: It's not working.
Zek: You must have put them in wrong.
Quark: Three, seven, four, slash, one, five, five. Nope.
Zek: Maybe it's one, five, four.
Quark: No, that isn't it either.
Zek: But I don't understand. What did I say those first numbers were?
Quark: Three, seven, four.
Zek: Three, seven, four. Are those right? You're confusing me.
Quark: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.
Quark: Oh, it was a six.
Zek: What was?
Quark: The last number.
Zek: Well isn't that what I just said? A lifetime of numbers. You can't blame me for forgetting a few. Let's get down to business who's the first petitioner?
Quark: DaiMon Igel. He wants to know whether he should sell his duranium interests on the open market or on the Futures Exchange.
Zek: An interesting question. Well, don't just stand there. Let's see how duranium's been doing.
Quark: Over the last three trading cycles there's been an increase of seven and three quarters, a decrease of two and an eighth, and another increase of eleven and three eighths.
Zek: Oh. That's a gain of eighteen points.
Quark: Actually, that's seventeen.
Zek: What are you talking about? Seven and three quarters minus two and one ninth is seven. Oh, who cares about duranium anyway?
Quark: DaiMon Igel.
Zek: DaiMon Igel? Who's he? Do I like him?
Rom: Come in. Hello, Chief.
O'Brien: I need that phase calibrator I lent you the other day.
Rom: It's in my tool kit by the door.
O'Brien: Rom, what are you doing?
Rom: These are my profits, Chief. My entire fortune. It may be small but it's mine.
O'Brien: Why the two piles?
Rom: I'm thinking of giving this pile to Leeta. That way maybe she'll sign the WP and P.
O'Brien: You're offering her a bribe?
Rom: Bribes can be very effective.
O'Brien: But if she signs the waiver she can't own anything, so she'd have to give it all back to you.
Rom: Right. That's not going to work, is it?
O'Brien: Rom, I don't think there's any way you're going to convince Leeta to sign that waiver.
Rom: Have you ever looked at latinum? I mean really looked at it. It's so beautiful. Not to mention smooth to the touch.
O'Brien: Do you want Leeta back or not?
Rom: Latinum lasts longer than lust. Rule of Acquisition two twenty nine.
O'Brien: Maybe, but lust can be a lot more fun. Now answer the question. Do you want her back or not?
Rom: I'd give anything to hold her in my arms again.
O'Brien: Anything?
Rom: One jumja stick, please.
Leeta: What flavor?
Rom: Actually, I don't like jumja sticks.
Leeta: Then what do you want, Rom?
Rom: I want you to marry me.
Leeta: I'm not signing that waiver.
Rom: You don't have to, not anymore. I don't have any profit left to protect.
Leeta: I don't understand.
Rom: I gave all my latinum to Major Kira for the Bajoran War Orphans Fund. She kissed me.
Leeta: Oh, Rom. You did that for me?
Rom: I did it for us. Now we have nothing but our love.
Leeta: That's all we need. That and my salary from Quark's.
Bashir: Well done, Chief. Or should I call you Cupid?
O'Brien: What can I say? I'm just an incurable romantic.
Ishka: Quark, where have you been all day?
Quark: With the Nagus. He made me his First Clerk.
Ishka: I see. Well then you've had a miserable day, haven't you?
Quark: The worst day of my life. How did you know?
Ishka: The market exchange is down a hundred and ninety nine points.
Quark: I don't know if I should tell you this but I have to tell someone. The Nagus, he isn't
Ishka: I know. His memory isn't what it used to be. Did you try stroking his lobes?
Quark: No, I didn't stroke his lobes!
Ishka: It helps focus him. It's also not a bad idea if you repeat what you say to him. Sometimes it takes two, even three times before he'll retain it.
Quark: You two weren't just lovers, you were helping him run things. You're the power behind the throne?
Ishka: Well, I wouldn't go that far. I just helped him a little, guided him. A leveraged buyout here, some momentum investing there.
Quark: Why didn't you tell me? If I'd known what was going on, I never would have
Ishka: Never would have what? Oh, Quark. You turned Zek against me, didn't you? You filled his head with all those lies about me.
Quark: I didn't know.
Ishka: Who put you up to this?
Quark: Who do you think?
Ishka: Brunt. What did he offer you? Your business license back?
Quark: A Ferengi without profit is no Ferengi at all. You taught me that.
Ishka: The Rules of Acquisition aren't going to help you now, Quark.
Quark: A hundred and ninety nine point slide.
Ishka: And that's just the beginning. Congratulations, Quark. You've not only destroyed my life and Zek's life, you may have triggered the destruction of the entire Ferengi economy. I hope it was worth it.
Brunt: My, aren't we early today. But I suppose, after yesterday's fiasco, we have no alternative. A hundred and ninety nine point plummet. Haven't seen that steep a market slide since Grand Nagus Smeet. And you know what happened to him?
Quark: The only Grand Nagus to be assassinated while in office.
Brunt: What was the name of his First Clerk? I believe they buried them together.
Quark: I'm sure we'll do better today.
Brunt: No, you won't. The Market Exchange will remain closed today. The FCA Board of Liquidators has called an emergency meeting with the Grand Nagus. We have some questions to ask him. And by the time we're through you'll both be out of a job.
Quark: Why are you picking on me? I've done everything you've asked, haven't I?
Brunt: Everything.
Brunt: Grand Nagus Brunt. Daddy will be so proud.
Quark: You knew the truth about the Nagus all along, didn't you?
Brunt: You mean about Zek's failing memory? Let me think. Well, you know, now that you mention it, yes, I did.
Quark: That's why you wanted to destroy his relationship with my mother, not to protect him, but to expose him.
Brunt: I couldn't have done it without you. I feel almost grateful. Which is why I'm going to let you keep your new business license. Now, put down those PADDS, pack your things, and scurry on back to that little bar of yours.
Ishka: So how come you're still here, Quark? After all, Brunt is right. You should be back on Deep Space Nine, celebrating your victory. You've proven yourself a true Ferengi. You've betrayed friends and family for personal gain.
Quark: It sounds so good when you say it.
Ishka: But?
Quark: I think I've been hanging around humans too long. I think I'm developing a
Ishka: Conscience?
Quark: It's been coming for a long time. I've fought against it, I really have. But living with those people day in and day out, being exposed to their ethics, their morality. It's like I've been brainwashed.
Ishka: You poor boy.
Quark: Moogie, I'm serious!
Ishka: Oh, I know you are. And I know how important your problems are to you. But frankly, Quark, right now I don't give a damn about them! We've got much bigger problems to deal with. Do you want Brunt to become Nagus?
Quark: Of course not. He was willing to throw our entire economy into chaos just so he could grab power.
Ishka: Sounds like a true Ferengi to me.
Quark: A Ferengi, maybe, but not a Nagus. A Nagus has to be better than that. His personal greed has to reflect the public's greed.
Ishka: Like Zek.
Quark: Exactly.
Ishka: So what are we going to do about it?
Zek: Did you see their faces? They thought they had me, but we showed them. I answered all their questions, didn't I?
Quark: You certainly did.
Zek: The state of the trade negotiations with the Breen, why I dumped our lokar bean investments, why I insisted we buy up every bit of jevonite we could get our hands on.
Quark: You were brilliant. You know, for a moment there I actually thought that Brunt's head was going to explode with frustration.
Zek: By the time I'm finished with him, he'll wish it had. Blam! Blam! He underestimated me. And he underestimated you, too.
Quark: Me? I did nothing.
Zek: Nonsense. I might have fooled those Liquidators, but I'm not fooling myself. I'm becoming forgetful. At times my memory betrays me.
Quark: I hear the Vulcans have been very successful at treating memory loss.
Zek: Vulcans? Never liked them. No appreciation of profit. But they do make good doctors, don't they. Make an appointment for me. I'll never forget what you did for me, Rom.
Quark: It's Quark.
Zek: Gotcha! I may have lost my memory, but not my sense of humor. As far as I'm concerned, you're still my First Clerk.
Quark: I'm honored, oh, shrewd one, but I'm afraid your confidence in me is misplaced. Maihar'du?
Zek: Quark, I must say I find your newfound modesty very annoying. I need a financial advisor, and you're it.
Quark: If you insist. But first, let me introduce to you my financial advisor.
Zek: Don't tell me.
Ishka: Zekkie.
Zek: Why'd you bring that female here?
Quark: Because the Nagus deserves to have the best financial advisor there is, and that's my Moogie. All the advice I gave you today came from her.
Ishka: I'm not going to lie to you, Zekkie. I believe in equal rights for females. And someday, I hope you will too. But I'd never do anything to hurt you.
Zek: But what about all those rumors that Quark told me?
Ishka: They were lies. Tell him, Quark.
Quark: I guess I stretched the truth here and there.
Zek: Quark, you're fired! Now the question is, what am I going to do with you?
Ishka: Anything you want.
Zek: What man could resist an offer like that?
Ishka: Let's go home and I'll make dinner.
Zek: No, you won't. Maihar'du will make dinner. I've got other plans for you.
Ishka: Oh, Zekkie.
Ishka: Quark, dinner's on the table.
Quark: I'll be right there.
Ishka: Leave some room.
Quark: For what?
Ishka: For these.
Quark: Oh, my Marauder Mo action figures. I thought you'd thrown these out.
Ishka: All these years I've been keeping them in storage for you. I figured you'd want to take them back to Deep Space Nine with you.
Quark: I sure do. Do you have any idea how much these are worth?
Ishka: Not as much as if you'd kept them in the original packaging, which is what I told you at the time.
Quark: Even then you were handing out sound financial advice. Thanks, Moogie.
Ishka: No. Thank you, Quark.
Brunt: Brunt, FCA.
Quark: But for how much longer?
Brunt: Don't worry about me, Quark. I'm a survivor. So, the happy couple are back together. If the people only knew.
Quark: But they don't, and you're not going to tell them.
Brunt: Really? Why shouldn't I?
Quark: Because the Nagus is ready for you. If you go against him you'll lose and you know it.
Brunt: I hate losing.
Quark: What Ferengi doesn't?
Brunt: I may not be able to destroy the Nagus but you are a different story.
Quark: You're going to revoke my license? I don't think the Nagus will like that.
Brunt: On the contrary. I want you back in business. It gives me an opportunity to keep my eye on you, because one day you are going to make a mistake, and on that day you're going to lose more than your license.
Quark: But that day is not today. Now, back in the closet where you belong.
Brunt: It's not over, Quark.
Quark: Don't make me come in there after you.
Ishka: Quark, your tube grubs are getting warm.
Quark: Coming, Moogie.


Bashir: Another three centimeters to the right and you would've severed the brachial artery. Autosuture, please. And if that had happened, you would have bled to death right there in the holosuite.
Martok: The human fascination with what might have been is tiresome, doctor. The artery was not severed and I am not dead.
Bashir: Oh, well, forgive me for boring you. Let me get straight to the point. You're acting like a fool.
Martok: Your observation is noted. But spending two years in a Dominion prison camp has dulled my reflexes. This only proves that I need further training.
Bashir: Turning off the holosuite safety protocols during a battle simulation is at best dubious. For a man with only one eye it's positively idiotic. Now, if you would consider ocular
Martok: I do not want an artificial eye!
Bashir: Then you must accept the fact that you have a disability and stop acting like
Martok: There are limits as to how far I will indulge you, Doctor.
Crewwoman: General Martok, there is a priority message for you from the Klingon High Council.
Bashir: We're done here.
Martok: Route the message to my quarters.
Crewwoman: Acknowledged.
Martok: Doctor, thank you.
Bashir: If you really want to thank me, don't walk in here dripping blood anymore. It takes days to get it out of the carpet.
Worf: Check it now.
Nog: Still no increase in phaser relay efficiency, sir. The throughput reading is steady at one four eight point seven.
Worf: Have you initialized the interface program?
Nog: Yes, and then I charged the prefire chamber and recalibrated the emitter stage. This thing just doesn't work! Sir.
Worf: Very well. We'll start over. Go to the Engine Room and download the operating system into the computer core, but this time do it one file at a time.
Nog: Aye, sir.
Nog: Good evening, General.
Martok: Cadet.
Worf: General. I did not expect you until twenty two hundred hours.
Martok: I must cancel our appointment. I've received new orders from the High Council, a mission of some importance. I must prepare.
Worf: Of course. May glory and honor follow you on your journey.
Nog: Excuse me, sirs? Could I just slip by?
Worf: How is the shoulder?
Martok: Oh, Doctor Bashir made the necessary repairs. I told him it was a holosuite accident. He would not understand the need to draw blood in a warrior's training exercise.
Worf: Few humans would. However, I do apologize again for the inconvenience. I did not intend to cause so much damage.
Martok: I was the one who did not parry the blow in time. A simple, foolish mistake. One that I would not have made two years ago.
Worf: Can you discuss the mission?
Martok: Three days ago, the battle cruiser B'Moth began a patrol along the Cardassian border. They have not been heard from since. They are now reported as missing.
Worf: It is possible she was destroyed by the Dominion. The Jem'Hadar attacked a Federation starship near the border less than a week ago.
Martok: That is our assumption as well, but we must be sure. So I have been given command of a Bird of Prey, the Rotarran, to conduct a search for the B'Moth. This is the first time I will have led troops in the field since my confinement by the Dominion.
Worf: It must be an exciting prospect.
Martok: I tell you, Worf, without shame, there were days in that prison camp when the thought that I would never again set foot in a Klingon vessel made me weep like an old woman.
Worf: I envy you the days ahead. It will be a glorious adventure.
Martok: An adventure that we could share, my friend. I need someone I can trust at my side. Someone whose loyalty I can count on. Worf, son of Mogh, I ask you to join me on this mission as my friend and as my First Officer.
Sisko: I told the General that I'm inclined to grant his request for your services, Commander. I can certainly understand why he wants you along. You're a fine officer. But I'm not sure why you want to go on this mission.
Worf: It is a great honor to be asked to serve under General Martok. And he saved my life in the Dominion prison camp.
Sisko: Oh? You didn't put that in your mission report.
Worf: It was a personal matter, not something that belongs in an official report.
Sisko: Go on.
Worf: You know that I was forced to fight the Jem'Hadar guards in the camp. Each day they would call me to the ring and each day I would fight. But, then there came a day when I wavered.
Sisko: You mean you didn't want to go back into the ring.
Worf: No. I mean I considered letting them kill me. It seemed like the only way out. Just before I went into the ring, Martok turned to wish me success and then he saw what I was planning. He saw it in my eyes. It was a moment of tova'dok.
Sisko: Of what?
Worf: There is no human word for it. It is a moment of clarity between two warriors on the field of battle. Much is said without the need for words. In that moment, he knew what was in my mind. Once I realized that he saw my intention to give up, I could no longer go through with it. I went back into the ring and fought once more. He had given me his warrior's heart. Perhaps it is something a human cannot understand.
Sisko: As of this moment you are be relieved of all Starfleet obligations and placed on detached service to the Imperial Klingon Defense Forces.
Worf: Thank you, sir.
Sisko: Mister Worf. Q'apla!
Worf: Q'apla!
Kira: The revised duty roster. Read it and weep.
O'Brien: Small arms recalibration? Does that mean all the small arms on the station?
Kira: Afraid so. And I need an experienced combat officer to do it. Worf has already set up the parameters. All you need to do is make sure it gets done.
Bashir: I'm the new Intelligence officer?
Kira: It has to be a Starfleet officer with a level four security clearance. That means either you or Dax, and I need Dax to take over as Fleet Liaison Officer.
O'Brien: Beats retuning phaser rifles.
Bashir: Well, I certainly hope Worf's enjoying himself while we're stuck here taking over his duties.
Dax: Julian, have you ever been on a Klingon ship? If you think the Defiant is cramped and uncomfortable, try spending a week on a bird of prey. Worf isn't exactly taking a luxury cruise.
O'Brien: Serving on a Klingon ship is like being with a gang of ancient sea pirates. You advance in rank by killing the people above you, so everywhere you turn you're surrounded by potential assassins.
Kira: but that's crazy. How can a ship function like that?
Dax: It's not quite that chaotic. The social and military hierarchy of a Klingon vessel's very strictly enforced. A subordinate can only challenge his direct superior and only under certain conditions.
Bashir: What sort of conditions?
Dax: Dereliction of duty, dishonorable conduct, cowardice.
O'Brien: Cowardice? A Klingon?
Dax: It's been known to happen. The Klingons are as diverse a people as any. Some of them are strong, and some of them are weak.
Bashir: I'd say that those two definitely fall into the strong category.
Kira: Trouble?
Odo: Not yet.
Kira: I can see why they caught your attention.
O'Brien: Are they off Martok's new ship?
Odo: Just docked.
O'Brien: They seem quiet enough.
Odo: For the moment, maybe. But do you see the one on the left wearing the necklace?
Bashir: Yes.
Odo: Those are neck bones. Cardassian neck bones.
Dax: Decided not to wear the sash after all?
Worf: Officially, there is no House of Mogh in the Empire, so I saw little point in wearing its emblem on a Klingon ship.
Dax: How do you think the crew's going to feel about serving under a man without a House?
Worf: How they feel is unimportant. All I require from them is obedience. DAX Spoken like an uncaring, hard-nosed, autocrat. The quintessential First Officer.
Worf: I do not wish to have a lengthy goodbye.
Dax: I wasn't planning on having one.
Worf: Good.
Worf: Jadzia.
Dax: Yes.
Worf: I think it would be better to part company here on the station.
Dax: Oh, I'm coming with you.
Worf: What?
Dax: The Rotarran is short-handed and I still have four month's leave coming. I've already cleared it with Martok and Benjamin. I'm your new Science Officer.
Worf: Why did you not tell me?
Dax: It's more fun this way. And after getting a good look at a couple members of the Rotarran's crew, I don't think we're going to be having a lot of fun on this mission.
Dax: Boo!
Tavana: Ros-te-ka cha'Domak ootha Trill?
Tavana: I am Tavana, Engineering Officer.
Dax: I'm Jadzia Dax, Science Officer.
Tavana: Dax? Are you related to the great Curzon Dax?
Dax: Curzon was the last host for my symbiont. I carry his memories.
Tavana: My mother met the great Curzon on the Homeworld once. She said he was very taken with her.
Dax: Curzon was very taken with many people.
Tavana: So was my mother.
Worf: I am Worf, son of Mogh. I now take my place as First Officer. I serve the Captain, but I stand for the crew. Who brings the record of battle for this ship?
Kornan: I, Kornan son of Shovak, weapons officer of the ship Rotarran, present the glorious record of our honor and hope that you may find us worthy of your leadership.
Leskit: If you're looking for our victories, you won't find any. Not for the last seven months.
Worf: I do not need help recognizing a list of failures. It is clear to me that none of you are worthy of my blood or my life. But I will stand for you and together we will restore honor to this ship and bring glory to the Empire.
Worf: I have accepted the crew's battle records, and on their behalf I pledge you our lives and ask you that you lead us as commander of this ship.
Martok: I accept your lives into my hands. De-lak DOH!
Worf: Clear all moorings. Release docking clamps.
Leskit: Docking clamps released.
Worf: Bow thrusters ahead one half.
Leskit: We have cleared the docking ring.
Martok: Ahead one quarter impulse.
Worf: Helmsman, plot a direct course to the last known position of the B'Moth, maximum warp.
Martok: No. That would take us into the Tong Beak Nebula. I want to go around the nebula.
Worf: General, that will add a full day to our journey.
Martok: I'm aware of that. There are reports of the Dominion operating ships in the Nebula. I would like to avoid a fight with the Jem'Hadar.
Leskit: You wish to avoid a fight?
Martok: Your tone does not sit well with me, helmsman. Our mission is to find the B'Moth, not satisfy your warrior's pride.
Leskit: My apologies, sir. I meant no disrespect.
Worf: Then carry out your orders and lay in the course. Maximum warp.
Leskit: Yes, Commander. Maximum warp. Around the Nebula. Helm ready.
Martok: Mahk-cha.
Worf: Qoy qeylIs puqloD. Qoy puqbe'pu'. yoHbogh matlhbogh je SuvwI' WORF + DAX +
Leskit: Say'moHchu' may' 'Iw.
All: maSuv manong 'ej maHoHchu'. nI'be' yInmaj 'ach wovqu'. batlh maHeghbej 'ej yo' qIjDaq vavpu'ma' DImuv. pa' reH maSuvtaHqu'. mamevQo'. maSuvtaH. ma'ov.
Dax: Maybe you didn't read the crew roster, but my name is Dax, and I'm the new science officer on this garbage scow. You were in my seat. I'm glad we understand each other. Now get down to the other end where you belong.
Tavana: Stewed bok-rat liver?
Dax: It's not very fresh. With a little bloodwine, it might be acceptable.
Leskit: There's been no bloodwine on this ship for six months.
Dax: Really? Then I'm glad I brought three barrels aboard before we left Deep Space Nine.
Kornan: Three barrels?
Martok: Dishonorable conduct. Dereliction of duty. Inattention to orders. Unmotivated. Insufficiently aggressive. These personnel reports read like prison records.
Worf: We should remember that the Rotarran has been beaten again and again by the Jem'Hadar. It is not surprising that crew morale has suffered.
Martok: It's more than a case of low morale, Worf. This crew has been beaten so many times they expect defeat. And that is dangerous.
Worf: They need a victory. One decisive battle against the Jem'Hadar would do much to lift their spirits.
Martok: And mine. No one hungers for a victory over the Jem'Hadar more than I do. No one. But we must be cautious. We cannot risk taking this crew into combat before they're ready.
Worf: They will be ready. I will see to that.
Martok: I know you will, my friend. Together we will make the Rotarran an honorable ship again. A ship worthy of the Empire. You may return to your station.
Tavana: The Cardassians were trapped between us and the asteroid field. It was perfect. Their power was failing, they had no other ships nearby and our weapons were fully charged.
Kornan: And we were still denied a victory.
Tavana: Three Jem'Hadar ships appeared from out of the asteroid field.
Dax: Three to one are long odds. I'd say you did well just getting away with your ship in one piece.
Leskit: Getting away is something we've become very good at. The Rotarran can run away from battle faster than any ship in the quadrant.
Tavana: You never could handle your bloodwine, Leskit. You sound like a sniveling Ferengi crying about lost profit.
Leskit: That's supposed to wound my pride, but Tavana has forgotten that no one serving on the Rotarran has any pride left.
Dax: Does that include me?
Leskit: I do not wish to insult someone who brought me wine, but one does wonder why the successor to the great Curzon Dax would consent to serve on a ship like this.
Ortakin: It's no mystery. She's the parMach'kai of our new First Officer. I heard it on the space station before we left.
Dax: Worf is only part of the reason I'm here. I think it is an honor to serve under General Martok.
Leskit: You mean the one-eyed giant?
Dax: I wouldn't let him hear you say that.
Leskit: He won't. Unless Worf is not the only one you're sharing a bed this trip.
Dax: On this trip, my bed is as empty as yours, Leskit. Except mine is empty by choice.
Tavana: Now that is a sound I haven't heard on this ship for a long time.
Kornan: It won't last. This ship is made for tears, not laughter.
Dax: You're really not much fun at parties are you, Kornan?
Kornan: Make your jokes. Hold off fate for another day if you can, but this ship and all the souls within its hull are cursed. Death and dishonor walk these corridors like members of the crew.
Tavana: You talk too much, Kornan.
Kornan: Tell me you don't believe it too.
Leskit: We've cloaked.
Worf: Alert status one. A Jem'Hadar patrol ship is directly ahead. Prepare for combat operations.
Kornan: Now you will see. Either death or dishonor will visit us this day and there will be nothing that you or I or any of us can do about it.
Martok: What are they doing here, this far from the Cardassian border?
Dax: They're conducting active polaron scans of this sector. It's likely they're on some kind of reconnaissance mission.
Martok: Can their scans penetrate our cloak?
Dax: I'd say there's less than a three percent chance of detection.
Martok: What's our weapons status?
Kornan: Torpedo bays are loaded, warheads are armed. Disruptors are locked on target.
Leskit: They've increased speed. They're beginning to pull away. Shall I match velocity?
Martok: No. Take us back to our original course.
Leskit: Forgive this unworthy officer's poor hearing, but what was your order?
Martok: Take us back to our original course. Our priority is to find the B'Moth.
Worf: Sir, we have them in our sights. They cannot escape
Martok: No, Worf.
Worf: But letting the ship go
Martok: Do not question me! Is the course laid in?
Leskit: Yes, Captain. I await your next command.
Martok: Engage. Stand down from Alert Status. You have the bridge.
Dax: Commander.
Dax: That was a mistake. We shouldn't have let them go.
Worf: Our orders are to find the B'Moth, not seek combat. It was a prudent decision.
Dax: To hell with prudence. This isn't a Federation starship, this is a Klingon bird of prey. We could have had an easy victory, and in case you haven't noticed, this crew could use a victory.
Worf: Enough. You may be my parMach'kai, but that does not give you the right
Dax: I am an officer on this ship and I am trying to warn my superior that a dangerous situation is developing, and that he'd better do something about it.
Worf: What do you mean, dangerous?
Dax: Take a good look around you, Commander. Maybe it's just me, but I think we're in trouble.
Martok: I brought you here to support me, not to undermine my authority!
Worf: I am simply trying to point out that we had an opportunity to destroy an enemy ship with little risk to ourselves.
Martok: Little risk. What if they had gotten off a distress call before we destroyed them? They could have given away our position, called in reinforcements. We would have spent the next three days avoiding Jem'Hadar ships instead of carrying out our mission! No, my friend, no. This was not the right time for battle. You question my judgment in this matter?
Worf: No.
Martok: Good. Without your support I cannot command this ship. Tell me that I have not made an mistake in making you my First Officer.
Worf: You have my full support, General.
Martok: I knew you would not fail me, Worf. And you can rest assured I will not fail you.
Leskit: Two years I spent on the Cardassian border. Two years fighting Guls and Legates and Glinns. They were cunning enemies. Always had us chasing holo-projections and sensor ghosts. Everything was a game with them. Always had a plan within a plan within a plan leading into a trap. It was an honor to kill them.
Ortakin: The Cardassians.
Leskit: Ah, but you can respect a Cardassian because he fights for his people and he follows a code just like we do. But not the soldiers of the Dominion. Not the Jem'Hadar. No, they don't fight for anything. They fight because they're designed that way, because they're programd to fight.
Ortakin: They have no honor.
Leskit: You're right. That's why they're better than us.
Dax: That's enough. You're on duty in an hour and you should
Leskit: The Trill doesn't want you to know the truth, my young friend, but you deserve to know the Jem'Hadar are smarter, they're faster, and they're stronger than we are!
Ortakin: How can you say these things?
Dax: He's drunk, ignore him.
Leskit: No! Listen! Listen and maybe learn something. The Jem'Hadar are the future!
Dax: Shut up, Leskit!
Leskit: You know why? Because they can break any of us. Just like they broke Martok.
Dax: That's enough!
Leskit: She doesn't want you to hear the truth. Martok fears them! That's why we didn't attack them! Martok fears them!
Worf: Dax. Dax! What happened? Are you all right?
Dax: I had to take Ortakin to surgery. Kornan almost killed him.
Worf: Why?
Dax: Because Leskit was drunk.
Worf: I do not understand.
Dax: No, you don't understand because you're too busy worrying about Martok while the crew is falling apart! Kornan needed to attack someone and he lost control. But this is only the beginning. This crew has lost half a dozen separate actions to the Jem'Hadar. The casualty list is as long as my arm. And now they're serving under a man who seems to have left behind more than just an eye in that prison camp.
Worf: Do not speak of the Captain in that manner, not while I am First Officer.
Dax: Look, I like Martok, but this crew needs a leader. Someone who'll remind them of their duty as soldiers of the Empire. And they need that leader right now, or I promise you they will explode.
Worf: It will not come to that. I know Martok. He is a great man. He will not fail us, but we must give him time.
Dax: Time may be the one thing we don't have, Worf. What happened in that mess hall could happen all over this ship. And if you think the blood looks bad on my uniform, wait until the decks are dripping with it.
Dax: Commander, I'm picking up a Klingon distress call. It's very faint but I might be able to. It's the B'Moth. They were attacked by the Jem'Hadar and lost main power. Heavy casualties, at least thirty survivors. In need of assistance. Emergency power's failing. The message repeats.
Worf: Location?
Dax: The signal is coming from zero five five mark three four two. Distance at least seven light years.
Worf: Helm, alter course to zero five five mark three four two.
Leskit: Understood.
Worf: I will inform the General. Engineer, you have the bridge.
Tavana: I want to thank you for what you did in the mess hall.
Dax: Is Ortakin your parMach'kai?
Tavana: Things are coming to a head on this ship. When the fighting breaks out, stay with me. I'll protect you.
Dax: I was still hoping there wasn't going to be any fighting.
Tavana: Station! Station!
Martok: Something is wrong here, Worf. I can feel it. If the B'Moth was attacked by the Jem'Hadar, why would there be survivors?
Worf: Since we do not know any details of the battles it is difficult to speculate.
Martok: We both know the Jem'Hadar do not leave a task half-finished. If they left the ship intact and part of the crew alive, they did it for a reason.
Worf: There could be many explanations. The B'Moth could have inflicted heavy damage on the Jem'Hadar vessels, forcing them to withdraw. The Jem'Hadar ships could have been recalled during
Martok: How is it I have only one eye, but I can see more clearly than anyone around me? They deliberately left survivors on that ship. Why? Because they want someone to try to rescue them. Oh, do not take this personally, my friend. I spent two years with the Jem'Hadar. I do not expect you to have the same insight into them that I do. They're soulless creatures, Worf, fighting for no goal, no purpose except to serve the Founders. They take no pleasure in what they do. Nothing is glorified, nothing affirmed. To the Jem'Hadar, we are nothing more than targets to be destroyed. I must not allow them to destroy us, Worf. I must not
Worf: With all due respect, General, we do not know the tactical situation of the B'Moth yet. We should guard against making any premature judgments.
Martok: Of course. Dismissed.
Worf: Rotarran combat log. The fifty third day in the year of Kahless nine ninety nine. We have reached the Cardassian border and begun our search for the B'Moth.
Martok: Helm, keep us at least five million kellicams from the border.
Leskit: Understood.
Dax: I think I've got something. It's hard to make out through all the interference, but the thermal signature looks like a ship. It's bearing direct to starboard at an elevation of twenty five degrees. It's coming into visual range.
Worf: On screen.
Tavana: The B'Moth.
Dax: Confirmed.
Worf: Helm, lay in a course to bring us alongside.
Tavana: Bridge to Medical Ward, prepare to receive casualties.
Worf: Assemble an armed boarding party in transporter room one. Make a complete search of all the habitable areas
Martok: Hold! Commander Dax, what side of the border are they on?
Dax: They're five hundred thousand kellicams inside Cardassian territory, sir. They must have drifted across a couple of days ago.
Martok: There are probably five Jem'Hadar warships out there right now just waiting for us to cross the border.
Worf: General, if they are nearby, they do not care what side of the border we are on. They will simply attack.
Martok: I have explicit orders from the High Council not to enter Cardassian territory.
Worf: I am certain the Council will not object under these circumstances. There are survivors still aboard the B'Moth.
Martok: We do not know that. All that we know is there is an automated distress call. They could all be dead by now.
Worf: And if they are not?
Martok: Then there is nothing we can do for them.
Tavana: General, you don't intend to just leave them there?
Martok: I will not throw away the lives of this crew in a futile rescue attempt.
Worf: They are Klingon warriors, we just cannot
Martok: I have made my decision! We will not cross the border! From this moment, anyone who questions that, anyone, will be charged with treasonable disobedience. Worf, you have the Bridge.
Worf: Stations! Stations!
Dax: We can't just leave those men out there to die.
Worf: No.
Dax: So what are you going to do?
Worf: The only thing I can do. Challenge Martok for command of this ship.
Dax: I agree. But you realize he may not step aside willingly.
Worf: I know. But if the General will not step aside I will have to kill him.
Kornan: Martok must die.
Worf: That is not your decision.
Leskit: He is a coward. While he commands, he dishonors us all.
Worf: I shed no tears for your dishonor, Leskit.
Leskit: Today would be a bad day to die, son of Mogh. Take your Trill and go.
Worf: Unlikely.
Leskit: I was hoping you would say something like that.
Worf: Alert status one. All hands to battle stations. We are going to rescue the B'Moth survivors.
Martok: Who gave the order to? What's going on here?
Worf: As First Officer, I say that you are unfit to serve as Captain.
Martok: You what?
Worf: You are a coward and I challenge you for command of this ship.
Martok: I never would have expected this from you, Worf.
Crew: Martok! Martok! Martok! Martok! Martok!
Tavana: Tactical alert! Tactical alert! There is a Jem'Hadar warship bearing one eight zero mark two one five. They will be within weapons range in nine minutes.
Martok: The Jem'Hadar will soon learn to regret this day. Who is with me?
Dax: Sometimes I think I know why I love you. Let's go to the Medical Ward.
Kornan: Shields and weapons ready.
Worf: Wait.
Leskit: Intercept course laid in. TAVANA +
All: Qoy qeylIs puqloD. Qoy puqbe'pu'. yoHbogh matlhbogh je SuvwI' Say'moHchu' may' 'Iw. maSuv manong 'ej maHoHchu'.
Martok: Mahk-Cha!
All: nI'be' yInmaj 'ach wovqu'. batlh maHeghbej 'ej yo' qIjDaq vavpu'ma' DImuv. pa' reH maSuvtaHqu'. mamevQo'. maSuvtaH. ma'ov.
Dax: Now, we go below.
All: Qoy qeylIs puqloD. Qoy puqbe'pu'. yoHbogh matlhbogh je SuvwI' Say'moHchu' may' 'Iw. maSuv manong 'ej maHoHchu'. nI'be' yInmaj 'ach wovqu'. batlh maHeghbej 'ej yo' qIjDaq vavpu'ma' DImuv. pa' reH maSuvtaHqu'. mamevQo'. maSuvtaH. ma'ov.
O'Brien: How's the Intelligence business?
Bashir: Oh, I can't talk about it. All I can do is read these fascinating reports and analyzes, and analyzes of analyzes, and then keep it all to myself. Because no one else has a need to know. So I have to walk around this station feeling like I, er. You don't really care, do you?
O'Brien: No. A vessel's decloaking fifteen kilometers off the station. It's the Rotarran.
Kira: Martok's ship.
O'Brien: Yes, sir. And there's an incoming transmission.
Kira: On screen.
Martok: Major, we've rescued thirty five survivors of a disabled Klingon battle cruiser. Request permission to beam them directly to your Infirmary.
Kira: Permission granted, General. You're also cleared to dock at bay four.
Martok: We'll need an engineering team to repair our battle damage. And one other thing. Arrange to have fifteen barrels of bloodwine waiting for us in the airlock so we can celebrate the first victory of the Rotarran over the Jem'Hadar!
Martok: Worf.
Worf: General.
Martok: The High Council has issued a commendation for the entire crew of the Rotarran. It would seem that you were right. They view the destruction of a Jem'Hadar ship and the rescue of thirty five warriors as ample justification for crossing the Cardassian border. Your actions on the Rotarran, at the time I thought they were disloyal, but I have come to realize that your intention was to remind me of my duty as a soldier of the Empire and as a warrior. For that I am grateful.
Worf: You did the same for me once.
Martok: Worf. On the bridge during the fight, when you dropped your guard. How did you know I would not kill you?
Worf: I did not know.
Martok: I see you're still wearing the crest of the House of Mogh.
Worf: Yes. Jadzia calls it a sentimental gesture.
Martok: Ah. Perhaps you would consider replacing sentiment with the symbol of a new beginning.
Martok: The House of Martok would be honored to welcome the Son of Mogh into our family as a warrior and a brother. WORF +
Martok: Q'apla!