Scene: Captain's Log: Stardate 44246.3 We're investigating radiation anomalies reported in the Gamma Arigulon system by the starship LaSalle. Preliminary readings are inconclusive.
Riker: Mister Data?
Data: No changes, Commander. I can detect no abnormalities in the star's radiant energy.
Picard: Prepare two class one probes.
Data: Probes ready, Captain.
Picard: Initiate launch sequence.
Worf: Captain, Klingon attack cruiser de-cloaking, bearing zero one zero mark two three seven.
Picard: Belay that order, Mister Data.
Riker: Did Starfleet mention any Klingon ships in this sector?
Picard: On screen.
Worf: We are being hailed.
Riker: All stop, Mister Crusher.
Wesley: Aye, sir. All stop.
Picard: Open a channel.
K'Ehleyr: Hello, Captain Picard.
Picard: Ambassador K'Ehleyr. This is an unexpected pleasure.
K'Ehleyr: It's good to see you again, Captain. Lieutenant Worf.
Picard: How may we be of assistance, Ambassador?
K'Ehleyr: There is an urgent matter we must discuss, Captain. Permission to come aboard?
Picard: Granted.
Picard: Lieutenant, please receive our guest.
Worf: Captain, I must request permission to send another officer.
Picard: May I know your reason?
Worf: My dishonor among Klingons may offend Ambassador K'Ehleyr.
Picard: Lieutenant, you are a member of this crew, and you will not go into hiding whenever a Klingon ship uncloaks.
Worf: I withdraw my request, sir.
Chief: I just received coordinates, sir. Ready to transport two from the Klingon vessel.
Worf: Two?
Chief: Yes, sir.
Worf: Energize.
K'Ehleyr: I hope he'll be all right. Alexander hasn't had much contact with other children.
K'Ehleyr: Not even a bite on the cheek for old time's sake?
Worf: Perhaps you're not aware of my dishonor. I have accepted discommendation.
K'Ehleyr: I've heard. So now what? I have to perform some ridiculous ritual to talk to you?
Worf: You may not respect our traditions, but I do.
K'Ehleyr: Sorry. I just thought you might want to talk. A few minutes ago, you looked like someone with a question to ask.
Worf: Must I ask the question?
K'Ehleyr: Yes, you must.
K'Ehleyr: What should I tell Alexander? That he has no father?
K'Ehleyr: The Klingon Empire is at a critical juncture. We may be facing civil war.
Riker: War over what?
K'Ehleyr: The usual excuses. Tradition, duty, honor.
Data: The word excuses implies ulterior motives for a conflict.
K'Ehleyr: I won't bore you with the intricacies of Klingon politics. Basically, two factions are trying to seize power.
Picard: Do you believe there is a threat to the Federation in this struggle?
K'Ehleyr: Klingon wars seldom remain confined to the Empire. Sooner or later they'll drag in the neighboring star systems, then the Tholians, the Ferengi. The Federation won't be able to stay out of it for long. This has been coming for some time. Only K'mpec, the head of the Council, has been able to maintain the peace.
Troi: Now something has changed that.
K'Ehleyr: Correct. K'mpec is dying. He is aboard the cruiser. He has come specifically to meet with you, Captain. Alone.
K'Mpec: It's about time you arrived, Picard. Sit.
K'Mpec: I need your help.
Picard: If the Enterprise medical facility can do anything to help.
K'Mpec: Too late. For some months I have been poisoned with small doses of Veridium six. The wine. There is no cure.
Picard: What do you want of me?
K'Mpec: After I die, you will act in my name to arbitrate the struggle for power.
Picard: I will?
K'Mpec: No one on the Council can be trusted, and I have my reasons for wanting an outsider.
Picard: K'mpec, you cannot possibly be serious. A Federation officer has no business in
K'Mpec: Nonsense. You are an accomplished mediator. This is no different than any other dispute requiring your services.
Picard: On the contrary, I think this is very different. And I must respectfully decline.
K'Mpec: If you refuse the dying request of the Klingon Supreme Commander it will be a insult by the Federation to all Klingons. Besides, I've already sent the order to the leaders of the two opposing factions. They're on their way.
Picard: You had no right to involve me without my permission.
K'Mpec: If I'd asked, you would have said no.
Picard: This is not a case of simple mediation. You are asking me to choose the next leader of the Klingon Empire.
K'Mpec: No. By tradition, the two strongest challengers fight for the right of succession. As mediator, only you can designate those challengers.
Picard: But you have just said there are only two challengers arriving. What is the point?
K'Mpec: I want you to discover which one of them has killed me. Gowron or Duras. Yes, Duras. I thought you would find that interesting.
Picard: Interesting? You could say that, since he tried to have me killed, and conspired to strip Worf of his good name.
K'Mpec: And I approved. All for the glory of the Empire. That should be my epitaph. Find the assassin. The Klingon who kills without showing his face has no honor. He must not lead the Empire. Such a man would be capable of anything. Even war with the Federation.
Picard: Very well. I accept.
Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. K'mpec, who ruled the Klingon Empire longer than anyone in history, is dead. We await the arrival of Duras and Gowron, rivals for the leadership of the High Council.
Worf: There is no honor in attacking the weak.
Alexander: I would have won.
Worf: No. You must earn victory.
Alexander: Where are the other Klingons?
Worf: There are no others on board.
Alexander: Why?
Worf: The Federation and the Klingon Empire were enemies for many years. No other Klingons have asked to serve in Starfleet.
Alexander: Why?
Worf: A warrior does not ask so many questions.
Alexander: I don't want to be a warrior.
K'Ehleyr: Hello! Well, you're back early.
Alexander: He made me leave.
K'Ehleyr: Maybe you should go to your room and play.
K'Ehleyr: Is he under arrest?
Worf: He knows nothing of our ways!
K'Ehleyr: Our ways? You mean Klingon ways, don't you?
Worf: He is Klingon!
K'Ehleyr: He is also my son and I am half-human. He will find his own ways. Why the sudden concern? You won't even acknowledge that he's yours.
Worf: Why did you not tell me?
K'Ehleyr: What would you have done? That's right. You would have insisted that we take the oath, just as tradition would demand.
Worf: You should not have kept this from me.
K'Ehleyr: Well, now you know.
Worf: I cannot acknowledge my relationship to the boy. It would only harm him.
K'Ehleyr: Because you were dishonored?
Worf: As my son, he would also bear my disgrace, as would his children.
K'Ehleyr: Why did you accept discommendation from the High Council?
Worf: My father was accused of collaborating with the Romulans at Khitomer.
K'Ehleyr: I know. And I also know that you challenged it.
Worf: Yes at first. Ultimately I withdrew my challenge.
K'Ehleyr: But why, Worf? I can't believe you'd just give up. What really happened?
Riker: Lieutenant Worf, Ambassador K'Ehleyr, report to the Bridge.
Worf: On our way, Commander.
Wesley: Klingon vessels Vorn and Buruk holding stations at thirteen kilometers.
Picard: Open a channel, Mister Data.
Data: Channel is open, sir. Vorn responding to hail.
Picard: On screen.
Duras: Let's get this over with, Picard.
Picard: In good time, Duras.
Duras: Even in death, K'mpec makes foolish decisions. You should not be involved in this, human.
Picard: The Sonchi ceremony will take place in one hour aboard K'mpec's ship.
Duras: One hour? What is the delay?
Picard: There is no delay. It is the time I have chosen.
Duras: Exactly one hour, Picard. Do not be late.
Duras: Keep that pahtk away from the ceremony, Picard. He has no place on a Klingon ship.
Picard: Picard out.
Picard: Contact Gowron's ship. Tell him to meet us aboard K'mpec's vessel. Ambassador, meet me in Transporter room six in an hour. We will begin the ceremony a little late. Mister Worf.
Picard: Worf, the next few days will be difficult for you
Worf: You have made it clear that I am to perform my regular duties, sir.
Picard: I want you to know that I am aware of your discomfort.
Worf: Thank you, sir.
Picard: Ambassador K'Ehleyr will be preparing me for my role in the rite of succession.
Worf: Permission to speak freely, sir?
Picard: Granted.
Worf: Duras must not be allowed to lead the council.
Picard: He has a legal claim, Mister Worf. Your personal feelings toward him
Worf: It is not personal, sir. His father betrayed my people to the Romulans. Duras is a traitor.
Picard: Klingon tradition may hold the son responsible for his father's sin. I cannot, Worf. Treason was his father's crime. Duras' crime was to lay that blame on your father. I will not forget that. But you should not forget that you chose to accept the consequences of that lie.
Worf: To preserve the Empire.
Picard: The issue now is whether or not he killed K'mpec.
Worf: Sir?
Picard: He was murdered. Poisoned.
Worf: A Klingon would not use poison. His murder would have no honor.
Picard: K'mpec believed that it was either Duras or Gowron.
Worf: Well, I know little of Gowron. Only that he is an outsider who has often challenged the Council. But Duras? I know him. His heart is not Klingon.
K'Ehleyr: That's Gowron.
Picard: I hope this will be brief.
K'Ehleyr: It will be just long enough to prove that K'mpec is dead.
Picard: Qab jIH nagil
Gowron: Qab jIH nagil!
Duras: Qab jiH nagil!
K'Ehleyr: Sonchi.
Duras: Now, complete the Rite of Succession. It's obvious who the two challengers are.
Picard: We will proceed according to the traditions and the precedents set down in Klingon law.
Gowron: What do you know of Klingon law, human?
Picard: We will reconvene on the Enterprise, wherein
Duras: No! Finish it here, now!
Worf: I have not received your report on the explosion.
K'Ehleyr: Two Klingons killed. A few minor injuries. Were you concerned about me?
Worf: As Head of Security, it is my duty to be concerned.
K'Ehleyr: Is that it? Just official concern for my well being?
Worf: You know my feelings.
K'Ehleyr: Maybe I've forgotten.
Worf: You were right. I would have insisted we take the oath. But not just because of tradition.
K'Ehleyr: I thought about telling you. Wanted to tell you. But I wasn't ready. When I left, you said you'd never be complete without me. It took some time but, I came to realize I need you too. You're part of me, Worf.
Worf: jIH dok.
K'Ehleyr: maj dok.
Worf: No, I cannot allow you to suffer my humiliation.
K'Ehleyr: There would be no suffering I don't care what other Klingons think of you.
Worf: But what of the boy? He may want to live in the Empire someday. He would be an outcast. Another traitor from a family of traitors.
K'Ehleyr: Family of traitors. I don't believe that for a minute.
Worf: Respect my wishes in this matter. I cannot take the oath with you. Nor can I claim your son.
K'Ehleyr: If you cannot be his father, at least be his friend.
Picard: We haven't completed our analysis of the bomb debris. Doctor Crusher is still studying the remains of the two men killed in the explosion. We need more time.
K'Ehleyr: Duras and Gowron will be here in a few minutes. I don't think you can delay this meeting again.
Picard: Is there some way of stretching out the formalities once they arrive?
K'Ehleyr: In the modern Rite of Succession, only a brief proclamation that two challengers have been chosen is necessary.
Picard: You said modern rite. How was the ritual performed in the past?
K'Ehleyr: The old forms dictated that the challengers perform the ja'chuq. It's a long, involved ceremony where the challengers list the battles they've won, the prizes they've taken, the idea being to prove their worthiness to lead the Council.
Picard: Can the old form still be used?
K'Ehleyr: It's up to you. You can use whatever form you want.
Picard: Thank you.
K'Ehleyr: Captain, what do you know about Worf's discommendation? My interest is personal. I understand that you were there. You stood by him before the Council. I'd like to know what happened.
Picard: I'm sorry, I can't discuss it.
Duras: The Council must have a leader now! Complete the rite so I can kill this ha'DIbah.
Gowron: You will die slowly, Duras.
Duras: You have already proved you don't have the courage to face me. Perhaps you should plant another bomb!
Picard: mev yap! Sit down. We will begin the ja'chuq.
Gowron: What?
Duras: This woman has been giving you bad advice, Picard. The ja'chuq is obsolete.
Picard: It is my choice to respect the ancient rituals. Each of you will have to prove your worthiness to lead the High Council.
Gowron: That will take hours.
K'Ehleyr: Or days, depending on your cooperation.
Alexander: What is this?
Worf: A bat'leth. It belonged to my father. It has been in our family for ten generations.
Alexander: Let me hold it.
Worf: No, no, no. Do not think of it as a weapon. Make it part of your hand. Part of your arm. Make it part of you.
K'Ehleyr: The next meeting is in three hours.
Gowron: I would speak with you alone, Ambassador.
K'Ehleyr: I'm honored.
Gowron: Picard is prolonging the ja'chuq. Why?
K'Ehleyr: He has sufficient reason to proceed carefully.
Gowron: He relies on you for his knowledge of Klingon law.
K'Ehleyr: Yes.
Gowron: Then he values your advice. You could quicken the pace.
K'Ehleyr: Possibly. Why should I?
Gowron: Your position is unique. Have you never wondered about serving the Klingon Empire?
K'Ehleyr: I serve in my own way.
Gowron: As a Federation Ambassador. A few rewards, but little glory.
K'Ehleyr: What do you want?
Gowron: What do you want? Command of a ship? A seat on the Council? There are many opportunities for you in the Empire.
K'Ehleyr: Opportunities that will present themselves only if you come to power. You talk like a Ferengi.
Gowron: K'mpec was also stubborn. He too refused to listen. Now, he's gone. You need not make the same mistake.
K'Ehleyr: K'mpec was old and weak. I am not.
Laforge: We've completed our analysis of the bomb debris, Commander.
Data: The explosive was a triceron derivative.
Laforge: And the entire device couldn't have been more than three cubic millimeters in size.
Riker: It could have been hidden anywhere in that room.
Laforge: There's one more thing. The bomb had a molecular-decay detonator.
Data: Only one race uses that device, sir.
Riker: The Romulans.
Picard: How could the Romulans plant a bomb on board a Klingon attack cruiser?
Worf: It would be impossible.
K'Ehleyr: Not if the Romulans had help from one of the Klingons.
Laforge: Klingons and Romulans working together? They've been blood enemies for seventy five years.
Picard: Perhaps Duras or Gowron wishes to improve that relationship.
Riker: A new Klingon alliance with the Romulans?
Data: If true, it would represent a fundamental shift of power in the quadrant.
Picard: Indeed. It would put the Federation in a very difficult position.
Riker: Duras or Gowron?
K'Ehleyr: Gowron came to me alone. He wanted me to speed up the ja'chuq. Offered me a seat on the Council if I'd help him.
Picard: That doesn't suggest a Romulan connection?
K'Ehleyr: He also implied I'd end up like K'mpec if I didn't cooperate.
Worf: Captain, I disagree. It must be Duras.
K'Ehleyr: Why?
Picard: We have had prior dealings with Duras that show him to be untrustworthy.
K'Ehleyr: Can you be more specific?
Picard: No. Mister Worf, we have a conspiracy on our hands that could be a direct threat to the security of the Federation.
Worf: Yes, sir.
Picard: As Chief Security Officer, you will accompany me to the next transition proceeding.
Worf: Captain, they will be incensed. My presence will be disruptive.
Picard: Yes, it will.
K'Ehleyr: Computer, list stardates of the last Enterprise mission to the Klingon home planet.
Computer: Stardates 43685 through 43689.
K'Ehleyr: How many ship's logs during that period?
Computer: Forty three officer's logs. Ten personal logs.
K'Ehleyr: Is there a personal log for Lieutenant Worf?
Computer: Affirmative. Access is restricted.
K'Ehleyr: Eliminate all personal logs. List the remaining forty three in chronological order. We'll just take them one at a time.
Gowron: jIH DoQ batlh!
Picard: Both your claims have been properly made and recorded. We are ready for the final phase of the ja'chuq. There will be a recess while I review your petitions. I'm sure you're as concerned as I am about the explosion aboard K'mpec's vessel. I assume that you are both continuing your investigations?
Gowron: The investigations are complete. They revealed nothing of any importance.
Picard: Now that's very surprising. Our analysis turned up some startling results. Will you join us, Lieutenant?
Duras: What is this?
Gowron: He has no place here, Picard!
Duras: I will not sit at the same table with that!
Picard: It is my prerogative to investigate anything that may be relevant to the Rite of Succession. Lieutenant Worf is my Chief Security Officer. His presence is required.
Duras: We will not proceed.
Picard: If you wish to withdraw from the ja'chuq, that is your option. Proceed, Mister Worf.
Worf: What did your investigations reveal about the explosion?
Duras: It was a bomb.
Worf: And was your analysis just as insightful?
Gowron: It was a common explosive.
Worf: What type?
Gowron: Triceron.
Worf: What about the detonator?
Duras: This is pointless! The findings were inconclusive.
Worf: Fortunately, our investigation was more thorough. The bomb used a molecular-decay detonator.
Gowron: What?
Picard: A Romulan device.
Duras: I will return to my ship to confirm these conclusions myself.
Gowron: As will I.
Picard: Mister Worf, please be sure to send a complete record of our findings to both vessels and to the High Council.
Worf: Aye, sir.
Picard: That will be all.
K'Ehleyr: Computer, interlock with the Klingon Imperial Information Net.
Computer: Interlock established.
K'Ehleyr: Federation Ambassador K'Ehleyr requesting diplomatic access to High Council record. Security code pah doQ cha!
Computer: Proceed.
K'Ehleyr: Computer, display summary of the most recent High Council inquiry regarding Khitomer massacre.
Computer: Access denied. Restricted materials, du ko cha clearance only.
K'Ehleyr: By whose order?
Computer: Council member Duras.
K'Ehleyr: Access biographical files. Subject name, Councilor Duras.
Duras: Advise my counselors on the Vorn to convene. There is much to discuss.
Klingon: Look.
Duras: What is this?
Klingon: Priority message to you from the home planet. It seems Ambassador K'Ehleyr is looking into things she should not be.
Duras: Distract the guard for me.
Klingon: Yes, sir.
Guard: Sir. Excuse me, sir. You cannot leave your quarters without an escort.
K'Ehleyr: Come.
Duras: I have been informed of your attempt to access restricted Council records.
K'Ehleyr: I've been investigating what happened at Khitomer. Not at all an easy task, considering that most of the records are sealed.
Duras: Worf's father was a traitor.
K'Ehleyr: No, the evidence was altered to make it appear that way. I found it interesting to read that your father was also at Khitomer and you are the one who sealed the records.
Duras: You would dare to insult my father's name?
K'Ehleyr: Don't play the wounded Klingon for me, Duras. You don't do it very well. What happened in that Council Chamber? How did you get Worf to take the blame for you?
Duras: Do not pursue this matter further.
K'Ehleyr: The son betrays his people to the Romulans just as his father did, Duras?
Crusher: One of the Klingons who died in the explosion was with Duras, the other was with Gowron. I've been examining the bodies, trying to get a clue to where the bomb was hidden. There's always a pattern in the lacerations and tissue damage. It would normally give a clear indication as to the direction, distance, force of impact.
Riker: Normally?
Crusher: In this case, the pattern was virtually impossible to detect. I couldn't understand it until I looked at the dynoscans. This wound is different from all of the others. It was made from the inside out. The bomb was implanted in one of their forearms.
Riker: It's considered an honorable way for a Klingon to die, a suicide that takes an enemy with it. Which one of them was it?
Crusher: Duras' man.
Worf: When we have more time I will take you to the holodeck and demonstrate in more detail
Worf: Medical emergency, deck eight, room one four two!
Worf: Gowron?
K'Ehleyr: No.
Worf: Duras!
K'Ehleyr: Alexander.
Worf: K'Ehleyr. K'Ehleyr!
Worf: You have never seen death. Then look. And always remember.
Worf: Stay with the doctor.
Crusher: Worf, when did you
Crusher: Multiple stab wounds to the chest and abdomen. Too much trauma to the internal organs. There wasn't time enough to take her into stasis.
Picard: Where's Worf?
Crusher: I don't know. He disappeared just after I arrived.
Riker: Riker to Lieutenant Worf. Computer, locate Lieutenant Worf.
Computer: Lieutenant Worf is not aboard the Enterprise.
Picard: Where is he?
Computer: Lieutenant Worf transported to the Klingon ship Vorn at seventeen thirty hours.
Riker: On my way.
Worf: Duras.
Duras: What is that doing here?
Klingon: He has claimed the right of vengeance.
Duras: You have no rights here, traitor!
Worf: K'Ehleyr was my mate.
Data: If Lieutenant Worf resists, sir?
Riker: He's coming back with us one way or another. Set phasers on maximum stun.
Duras: I'm the only one, Worf, the only one who can prove your innocence. Kill me and you're a traitor for ever.
Worf: Then that is how it shall be.
Riker: Worf!
Picard: Mister Worf, your service aboard the Enterprise has been exemplary. Until now.
Worf: Sir, I have acted within the boundaries of Klingon law and tradition.
Picard: The High Council would seem to agree. They consider the matter closed. I don't. Mister Worf, the Enterprise crew currently includes representatives from thirteen planets. They each have their individual beliefs and values and I respect them all. But they have all chosen to serve Starfleet. If anyone cannot perform his or her duty because of the demands of their society, they should resign. Do you wish to resign?
Worf: No, sir.
Picard: I had hoped you would not throw away a promising career. I understand your loss, We all admired K'Ehleyr. A reprimand will appear on your record. Dismissed. Mister Worf, isn't it time for the truth about your father's innocence to be told? After all, you only accepted this dishonor to protect the name of Duras and hold the Empire together. Now that he has died in disgrace, what is gained by further silence?
Worf: Each member of the Klingon High Council has shared in that lie. They will not be so willing to admit their own dishonor. But the day will come when my brother and I will convince them to speak the truth.
Worf: My parents, my human parents, will meet us at Starbase seventy three. They will care for you.
Alexander: Why can't I stay with you?
Worf: You deserve a home, a family. They can provide that I cannot. I miss her too.
Alexander: Are you my father?
Worf: Yes. I am your father.


Gowron: We will have to move quickly if we are to be successful.
Picard: Successful?
Gowron: Yes. In preventing a Klingon civil war.
Worf: I would speak with you.
Gowron: I do not hear the words of traitors.
Worf: It was Duras' father who betrayed our people to the Romulans at Khitomer, not mine.
Lursa: We have discovered that our brother did indeed have a son and heir.
Toral: Follow me, and I will show you honor.
Gowron: Your blood will paint the way to the future.
Picard: If we go to the aid of the Bortas, we'll be dragging the Federation into a Klingon civil war.
Gowron: You both fought as warriors. I return your family honor.
Picard: Mister Worf, your responsibilities as a Starfleet officer are incompatible with remaining on board a Klingon ship during a time of war.
Worf: Then I resign my commission as a Starfleet officer.
Movar: Picard has rejected Gowron's plea for help. The Enterprise has left orbit.
Woman: We should not discount Jean Luc Picard yet. He is human, and humans have a way of showing up when you least expect them. And now, the conclusion.
Kurn: Maintain course. Status of warp engines? Warp engines at fifty percent.
Kurn: Status of shields?
Worf: Aft shields buckling.
Kurn: Transfer auxiliary power to shields!
Worf: Aft shields are gone! We cannot win. We must withdraw.
Kurn: Keep your place! New course. Three zero seven mark two seven five.
Helm: But sir, that takes us dangerously close to the
Kurn: GhoS!
Worf: We are entering the star's corona. We will reach the photosphere in thirty seconds.
Kurn: Stand by to enter warp on my command. Set course two five zero mark zero one five.
Worf: Shields failing. Outer hull temperature exceeding design limit. Captain!
Kurn: Maintain course.
Worf: They're closing on us!
Kurn: Stand by. DaH!
Picard: Captain's log, stardate 45020.4. We have arrived at Starbase two thirty four, where I have taken the opportunity to make a proposal to Fleet Admiral Shanthi.
Picard: There have been three major engagements in the last two weeks, all of them won by ships loyal to the Duras family.
Shanthi: None of which is our concern, Jean-Luc. The Klingon civil war is, by definition, an internal matter of the Empire.
Picard: Agreed. But if the Duras are being aided by the Romulans, it becomes very much our concern. The Romulans have been attempting to destroy the Klingon-Federation Alliance for the past twenty years. At the same time, the Duras have been secretly conspiring with the Romulans. Doesn't it strike you as odd that the Duras are able to field such an overpowering force against Gowron? That they outmatch him at almost every turn?
Shanthi: Some would call it good leadership.
Picard: And some would say they must be getting help. The Romulans are prepared to take enormous risks to gain any advantage over the Federation. Can we seriously believe that now, with the future of the Klingon Empire in the balance, they are content to stand by and watch?
Shanthi: What is it you propose, Captain?
Picard: We must stop the flow of supplies and equipment to the Duras from the Romulans. What I propose is that we send a fleet to the Romulan-Klingon border. We'll take no offensive action, but we will be in a position to expose any Romulan supplies that attempt to cross the border.
Shanthi: A blockade.
Picard: Exactly.
Shanthi: But how would you overcome the Romulan cloaking device?
Picard: My Chief Engineer has developed a system that should nullify that advantage. Each ship will send out an active tachyon beam to the other blockading ships. Now, in theory, any cloaked vessel that attempts to pass between our ships must cross that beam and be detected.
Shanthi: I'll have to clear this with the Federation Council. In the meantime, assemble your fleet, Captain.
Riker: Nicely done. I hope we know what we're doing.
Picard: So do I, Number One.
Picard: Captain's log, stardate 45021.3. Convincing Starfleet Command to establish a blockade was relatively painless. Implementing that plan is proving more troublesome.
Riker: Starfleet is stretched pretty thin across the quadrant. There are only about twelve ships within a day's travel of this position.
Laforge: The only other ships available are either in spacedock for repairs or still under construction. Most of them don't even have full crews yet.
Riker: We could probably scare up seven, maybe eight, more ships.
Picard: Mister La Forge, can you implement your tachyon detection grid with twenty ships?
Laforge: It's possible, but the more ships, the bigger the net we can throw.
Picard: All right. I want to add the Tian Nan Men, the Sutherland and the Hermes, whether the yard superintendent says they're ready or not. Mister Data, will you select a group of experienced Enterprise officers to augment the crews of those ships.
Data: Aye, sir.
Picard: Will, I want you to command the Excalibur. Her crew was reassigned when she put in for repairs. Geordi, you will be his First Officer.
Laforge: Aye, sir.
Picard: I want the fleet underway by oh nine hundred tomorrow. Thank you, gentlemen.
Picard: Yes, Mister Data?
Data: May I ask a question, sir, of a personal nature?
Picard: Yes.
Data: I am confused. Why have I not been assigned to command a ship in the fleet, sir?
Picard: Well, I felt that you would be needed here. Why do you ask?
Data: You have commented on the lack of senior officers available for this mission. I believe my twenty six years of Starfleet service qualifies me for such a post. However, if you do not believe the time has arrived for an android to command a starship, perhaps I should address myself to improving my
Picard: Commander. I believe the starship Sutherland will need a captain. I can think of no one better suited to the task than you.
Data: Thank you, sir.
Kurn: You always did have fools working for you, Larg. Now you don't have as many!
Larg: You were lucky, Kurn, but luck always runs out. Someday I will stand over your broken corpse and drink to the victory of the Duras!
Kurn: Ah, Worf, good. This piece of baktag is Captain Larg. He commanded the squadron that tried to destroy us yesterday.
Larg: The infamous Worf, son of Mogh. What is that you are wearing? That is the uniform of a Klingon!
Kurn: The Capital City is neutral ground and Larg's men are all around us. As are mine.
Larg: Good to drink with you, Kurn. May you die well.
Kurn: Die well, Larg.
Worf: You drink with our enemies?
Kurn: How many are Gowron's men? How many are Duras? Does it matter? When we meet in battle, we will fight to the death, but here, here we're all warriors, all Klingons.
Worf: The repairs to the Hegh'ta are proceeding. The port stabilizers
Kurn: Is there nothing in your heart but duty?
Worf: It is my responsibility.
Kurn: We all have responsibilities and duties, But you and I are warriors fighting in a great war. Think of it. You and I will fight battles that others can only dream of. The time for glory is here. It is not a time to worry about stabilizers. It is a time to celebrate, for tomorrow we all may die! Come, let us, the sons of Mogh, live this night as if it were our last.
B'Etor: Worf is not like his brother.
Lursa: No. He tries to be, but he's still unsure of himself.
B'Etor: Perhaps he needs something to help restore his confidence.
Lursa: I think he'll find our offer appealing.
B'Etor: I'll make sure he does.
Hobson: You've got to keep this mixture above ninety percent or we'll never leave orbit. Thank you, Mister Krags.
Data: I am Lieutenant Commander Data.
Hobson: Lieutenant Commander Christopher Hobson.
Data: By order of Starfleet, I hereby take command of this vessel. Please note the time and date in the ship's log.
Hobson: Excuse me, sir. I'd like to request a transfer.
Data: May I ask why?
Hobson: I don't believe I'd be a good first officer for you.
Data: Your service record to date suggests that you would perform that function adequately.
Hobson: No, no, no, that's not what I mean. I don't think that I would be a good first officer for you.
Data: Why?
Hobson: Frankly, sir, I don't believe in your ability to command this ship. You're a fellow officer and I respect that, but no one would suggest that a Klingon would make a good ship's counselor or that a Berellian could be an engineer. They're just not suited for those positions. By the same token, I don't think an android is a good choice to be captain.
Data: I understand your concerns. Request denied.
O'Brien: The Endeavor has cleared the dock, Captain. All ships standing by.
Picard: Good. Course one one eight mark three five seven, full impulse power. Signal the fleet to get underway. We'll enter warp once we're clear of the system.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
Picard: Engage.
B'Etor: The Romulan convoy is late. We need those supplies.
Sela: Gowron has suffered another loss in the Mempa system. His forces will not threaten you in that region for some time.
B'Etor: But if Gowron
Sela: The convoy will arrive in due course.
Lursa: The Federation fleet has left Starbase two thirty four. They've set course for Klingon territory.
Movar: How many?
Lursa: At least twenty starships.
Sela: Who's commanding this fleet?
Lursa: Picard.
Toral: What does it mean? Is the Federation going to enter the war? Should we attack them before they get here?
Sela: Silence the child, or send him away. Movar, I want you to return to Romulus immediately. Have all available ships rendezvous at these coordinates in two days.
Movar: Yes, Commander.
Lursa: Twenty ships aren't enough to wage a war. Starfleet must be bluffing.
Sela: Perhaps.
Kurn: Our forces in the Mempa sector are now in full retreat. They will need to regroup near Beta Lankal.
Gowron: We destroyed their supply bases in that sector three weeks ago. How can they continue to fight?
Kurn: They must be getting help.
Kulge: Maybe they have better leaders. I say you have failed as our leader, Gowron.
Worf: There is no time for this! We must make plans before those forces reach Beta Lankal! How can we oppose the Duras when we continue to fight among ourselves?
Kurn: Gowron must answer a challenge to his authority.
Worf: Stop it! Do we to fall upon ourselves like a pack of Ferengi? The enemy is the Duras. We are at war!
Gowron: Now the war can continue.
O'Brien: We're crossing into Klingon territory, Captain.
Picard: Signal the fleet to maintain yellow alert until further notice.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
Picard: Begin long range scans of the Romulan border.
O'Brien: No uncloaked ships within sensor range. A few subspace anomalies, but nothing firm.
Picard: Those anomalies could be cloaked ships.
O'Brien: Could be, sir.
Picard: Open a channel to the Excalibur.
Riker: Excalibur, Riker here.
Picard: Deploy the fleet, Will. It's time to spread our net.
Riker: Yes, sir.
Hobson: We've arrived at the designated coordinates, Captain.
Data: All stop. Notify the flagship that we have assumed station.
Hobson: Starboard power coupling has overloaded. We've got a radiation leak on decks ten through twelve.
Data: Why are the backups not functioning?
Hobson: There wasn't enough time to test all the backups before we left the yard. Terry, I want you down in Engineering working on a new coupling.
Data: You have taken the phaser and torpedo control units offline.
Hobson: Keith, you and I will start bringing the radiation
Data: Mister Hobson, it is inappropriate for you to determine a course of action without consulting the commanding officer.
Hobson: I was trying to safeguard the lives of people on those decks, but you're right. Belay those orders, everyone. Phasers and torpedoes are back online. What should we do, sir?
Data: You will take the phasers and torpedo units offline and begin repairs of the starboard power coupling.
Hobson: Thank you, sir. You heard the Captain, everyone.
Riker: We're ready, sir.
Picard: Mister La Forge, how long do you think it will take the Romulans to detect the tachyon field once it's activated?
Laforge: Not long Romulan sensors are as good as ours.
Picard: Very well. Energize the network.
Movar: There's an increase in tachyon emissions from the Federation fleet.
Sela: They're using the beams as a detection field.
Movar: If we try to cross it, they'll see us, even if we're cloaked.
Sela: Issue orders to begin work on a way to penetrate this field. In the meantime, we'll have to convince Captain Picard he should leave.
O'Brien: Captain, I'm picking up something directly ahead. Romulan ship decloaking. Shall I raise shields?
Picard: Not yet.
O'Brien: They're hailing us, sir.
Picard: On screen. Tasha?
Sela: No, Captain. I am Commander Sela. The woman you knew as Tasha Yar was my mother. Deploying an invasion fleet along our border is a clear act of aggression, Captain. It will not be tolerated. You have twenty hours to recall your ships and return peacefully to Federation territory.
Picard: So you believe her, Counselor?
Troi: I'm not saying we should accept her claim at face value, but I sensed no deception from her. She really believes she is the daughter of Tasha Yar.
Crusher: Regardless of what she believes, Sela can't be her daughter. I've reviewed all of Tasha's medical records, and there is no indication that she was ever pregnant.
Picard: Besides, Tasha was a child when this woman was born.
Troi: Sela could have been cloned.
Crusher: Or had her appearance surgically altered.
Picard: But why? What possible advantage could there be to the Romulans? As this now stands, I don't think this will have any impact on our strategy. We'll continue the blockade, leave the next move to them. Thank you.
Guinan: Am I intruding?
Picard: No, not at all. Is something wrong?
Guinan: News travels fast. I heard that Tasha Yar's daughter is aboard the Romulan ship.
Picard: I think that the Romulans are just hoping to create a distraction. They want to keep us off balance.
Guinan: How much do you know about what happened to the last ship called Enterprise?
Picard: Enterprise C? She was lost at the battle of Narendra Three, defending a Klingon outpost from the Romulans.
Guinan: And the survivors?
Picard: There were stories of prisoners taken back to Romulus, but these were only rumors.
Guinan: No. There were survivors. And Tasha Yar was one of them.
Picard: Guinan, that was twenty three years ago. Tasha Yar was only a child.
Guinan: I know that. But I also know she was aboard that ship and she was not a child. And I think you sent her there.
Picard: How can that be?
Guinan: I don't know. I just know that you did.
Picard: Tasha died, a year before you came on the Enterprise. You never met her.
Guinan: I know that.
Picard: If you have only a vague intuition
Guinan: You can't just dismiss this. If I'm right, then you are responsible for this whole situation.
Picard: I think that it's time I met Commander Sela.
Worf: We are at war. Gowron should forbid any challenges until we are victorious.
Kurn: A Klingon does not postpone a matter of honor.
Worf: A Klingon should place the good of the Empire above his own pride.
Kurn: So now Gowron no longer suits you. Perhaps you mean to challenge him for the leadership of the Council?
Worf: No.
Kurn: Then do not speak of this again! I did not wish to follow Gowron. You came to me and insisted we support Gowron against the Duras family. The time for debate is over. We are Klingons. He is our leader. If that is not enough for you, then perhaps you made the wrong choice when you put on that uniform.
Sela: Well, Captain, what is this urgent matter we need to discuss?
Picard: Please, won't you sit down?
Picard: I'm afraid that you have misinterpreted our presence here. I want to reassure you that we have no hostile intention.
Sela: Ah. Then I can tell my superiors that a fleet of twenty three Federation starships is on our border for, what, humanitarian reasons?
Picard: It is our intent to prevent any external power from interfering in Klingon affairs.
Sela: Nor do we have any plan to do so. But Captain, if for any reason we chose to enter Klingon territory, how would you stop us? With our cloaking devices we can slip by you at will.
Picard: Then why don't you just take your ships across?
Sela: You sound eager for us to try. Perhaps you've discovered a method in detecting our ships? However, I don't think you asked me here to discuss our military situation.
Picard: All right. Why did I invite you here?
Sela: You want the answer to the only question on your mind. How could Tasha Yar be my mother?
Picard: It's been suggested that she was aboard the Enterprise C when it was destroyed twenty four years ago, that she was one of the survivors and that obviously you are a product of a union between her and a Romulan.
Sela: But you know that's impossible. She would have been a child when that battle occurred.
Picard: And yet you claim that it is possible, that you're the daughter of Tasha Yar.
Sela: Yes, she was on that ship twenty four years ago. She was sent there by you from the future. She was among those few who survived. They were all to have been executed after the interrogation, but a Romulan general saw her and became enamored with her. So a deal was struck. Their lives would be spared if she became his consort. I was born a year later.
Picard: I want to meet your mother. Can you arrange that?
Sela: One night, when I was four years old, she came to me. She bundled me up and she told me to stay quiet as we left the compound. I realized she was taking me away. She was taking me away from my home, my father, so I cried out. My father offered her life. He gave her a home, gave her a child, and how did she repay him? By betrayal. They executed her. Everything in me that was human died that day with my mother. All that's left is Romulan. Never doubt that.
Picard: Doubts? I'm full of them. But nothing in my experience can persuade me that what you have told me is true. And I do know one thing. It will not affect my judgment at our next encounter.
Sela: You have fourteen hours, Captain. I suggest you use them wisely.
B'Etor: Is something wrong?
Lursa: Welcome, Worf, son of Mogh.
Worf: What do you want?
Lursa: The same as you. Personal honor. Glory for the Empire.
Worf: Your family has never valued honor.
B'Etor: You knew only our brother. We are not like him.
Lursa: Our brother made many mistakes. One was to make you an enemy.
B'Etor: We would rather be your friends.
Worf: Then you should not have opposed Gowron.
B'Etor: Gowron is nothing.
Lursa: Toral is Duras' only son, and he will be the leader of the Council. In your heart, even you know that. But Toral needs guidance.
B'Etor: A firm hand.
Lursa: A father figure. That could be you, if you were mated to B'Etor.
B'Etor: The rewards could be greater than you can imagine.
Lursa: Nothing will stand in our way.
B'Etor: We could rule the Empire together.
Lursa: Join us, Worf, and usher in a new era for our people.
Worf: An era where honor has no meaning? Where Klingons trade loyalties in dark rooms and where the Empire is ruled from Romulus.
Sela: Enough, Lursa. You failed. I need to know the strength and capabilities of the Federation fleet. I don't have time for this. Turn him over to the guard. B'Etor can have him back when they've finished with him.
Romulan: Come!
Picard: In thirteen hours we'll be forced to either withdraw from the border or fight the Romulan fleet. Neither alternative is acceptable. We must expose their involvement before the deadline.
Gowron: What is it you propose?
Picard: If you launch a full-scale attack now, then the Duras fleet will call for supplies. Lursa and B'Etor will call for help. The Romulans will try to run the blockade, and we'll be ready for them.
Gowron: And once the Romulan connection has been exposed, support will fall away from Lursa and B'Etor. Very well. I will make preparations. One thing more, Picard. Worf has been captured by the Duras. I hope he dies well. Qapla!
Picard: When Gowron begins his attack, then we will make our move. Excalibur will fall back with engine problems. You will take the Akagi and the Hornet to this position, which will open a small gap in our detection net.
Riker: And if the Romulans are already aware of the tachyon field, they should run the blockade at that point.
Picard: Exactly. When they try to bring their ships through, the Enterprise and the Tian Nan Men will swing around, close the gap and catch them in the act.
Riker: Very nice. I'd better get back.
Picard: Good luck, Will.
Riker: Good luck, Captain.
Movar: We've just received an urgent message from Lursa and B'Etor. Gowron's forces have attacked in three sectors. The Duras are nearing defeat.
Sela: You mean they were caught unprepared and now they're crying for help. Have the science sections found a way to circumvent the detection grid yet?
Movar: We think so. Just before we cross the border, we'll send out a massive tachyon pulse. A burst that large should cause enough interference to disable a part of their network.
Sela: Good.
Movar: One of their ships is moving off the blockade line.
Sela: Their warp drive is failing.
Movar: Picard is redeploying the fleet to compensate for the missing ship. There's a gap opening in the net.
Sela: He doesn't have enough ships to maintain the network.
Movar: If we act quickly we can move through. Commander?
Sela: No. I don't think so.
Movar: But it's what we've been waiting for.
Sela: Yes I know and so does Picard. He's giving us exactly what we need and he expects us to take it. No. We won't step into Picard's trap. We will disable part of his network here, where they're weakest. We'll direct the energy burst right at the ship with the android Captain.
O'Brien: Sir, the detection net is picking up activity from the Romulans. Fifteen cloaked ships spreading out along the border.
Picard: Signal the fleet to stand by.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
Sela: Now.
Sela: Come to course zero eight zero mark two nine five.
O'Brien: There's a disruption in the tachyon detectors! It's localized to this segment of the net.
Picard: Open a channel to the Sutherland.
Data: Data here, sir.
Picard: We're reading a disruption of the tachyon net in your area.
Data: Yes, sir. The Romulans have released a high energy burst. The net is no longer effective in a radius of ten million kilometers around the Sutherland.
Picard: That's where they're going through. Send a signal to the fleet. All ships to fall back and rendezvous at Gamma Eridon. We'll re-establish the net there.
O'Brien: Aye, sir.
Hobson: All Federation ships proceed at maximum warp to Gamma Eridon.
Data: Acknowledge the signal. Ensign, lay in the course and engage at warp nine point three.
Craig: Aye, sir.
Hobson: What are you doing?
Data: In disrupting the detection net, the Romulans may have caused a residual tachyon signature to form around their own ships.
Hobson: But we have no way of detecting it.
Data: All stop.
Craig: Aye, sir. All stop.
Hobson: Sir, the fleet's been ordered to Gamma Eridon.
Data: The tachyon signatures will not last long. By the time the fleet is deployed, it will be too late. Begin to reconfigure the sensors to detect ionized particle traces.
Hobson: The entire area's been flooded with tachyon particles. We'll never be able to find what we're looking for.
Data: I am aware of the difficulties. Please bring the phasers back online.
Hobson: That will flood three decks with radiation!
Data: We will initiate radiation protocol when necessary.
Hobson: You don't give a damn about the people whose lives you're throwing away. We're not just machines
Data: Mister Hobson! You will carry out my orders or I will relieve you of duty.
Hobson: Yes, sir.
O'Brien: Captain, the Sutherland isn't heading for the rendezvous point. She's come to a full stop.
Picard: Open a channel.
Hobson: The Enterprise wants to know the reason we've stopped.
Data: Display sensor schematic. Display sensor sweep, maximum range.
Hobson: Are you going to answer the Enterprise?
Data: Overlay display with tachyon emissions. Highlight any tachyon signatures which show subspace inertial displacement. Concentrate a sensor sweep in that area.
Hobson: Sir, this is pointless. Those readings could be anything. There's no way for us to be sure the Romulans are out there.
Data: Reconfigure photon torpedo warhead yields. Set for high energy burst level six.
Hobson: Level six? But that won't even
Data: Do it!
Hobson: Torpedoes ready. Another message coming in. It's Captain Picard!
Picard: Mister Data, you were ordered to rendezvous with the fleet at Gamma Eridon. Acknowledge.
Data: Stand by, Captain. Mister Hobson, prepare to fire.
Hobson: Didn't you hear? Captain Picard wants us
Data: Fire. Fire!
Movar: They have discovered us!
Sela: Reverse course. Order the fleet back to Romulan territory.
Movar: Commander, the Duras need this convoy. Without these supplies, they cannot win.
Sela: We've been exposed. It's over.
Movar: But what should I tell Lursa and B'Etor?
Sela: Tell them they're on their own.
Hobson: They're changing course, heading back to Romulan space.
Data: Make a full report to the flagship. Take the main phasers offline and begin radiation clean up on the affected decks.
Hobson: Yes, sir, Captain.
B'Etor: Defeat.
Toral: How? Where are the Romulans?
Lursa: They never came.
Lursa: Kill him.
Toral: No!
Kurn: Toral, the next Leader of the Empire. Gowron is looking forward to seeing you again. Captain's personal log, stardate 45025.4. It is with a profound sense of relief that I have ordered the fleet back to Federation territory following the Romulan withdrawal and the news of Gowron's victory. We have arrived at the Klingon home world, where I will present the High Council with a full report on our encounter with the Romulans.
Picard: Come.
Data: Captain, I wish to submit myself for diskiplinary action. I have disobeyed a direct order from a superior officer. Although the result of my actions proved positive, the ends cannot justify the means.
Picard: No, they can't. However, the claim 'I was only following orders' has been used to justify too many tragedies in our history. Starfleet doesn't want officers who will blindly follow orders without analyzing the situation. Your actions were appropriate for the circumstances, and I have noted that in your record.
Picard: Mister Data. Nicely done.
Data: Sir.
Gowron: The Council appreciates your report, Captain. The information on the Romulan supply ships will prove very useful. Before you leave, there is one last matter to attend to.
Gowron: Bring him.
Kurn: Toral, son of Duras, you stand convicted of treason.
Toral: The Duras family will one day rule the Empire!
Gowron: Perhaps. But not today. Worf. This child's family wrongly took your name and your honor from you. In return, I give his life to you.
Kurn: What's wrong? Kill him!
Worf: No.
Kurn: But it's our way. It is the Klingon way.
Worf: I know. But it is not my way. This boy has done me no harm and I will not kill him for the crimes of his family.
Gowron: Then it falls to Kurn.
Worf: No. No, you gave me his life, and I have spared it.
Gowron: As you wish.
Worf: Request permission to return to duty, sir.
Picard: Granted.


Picard: Captain's log, stardate 45761.3. In an effort to bring an end to their centuries-long war, Krios and Valt Minor have agreed to a Ceremony of Reconciliation, to be held aboard the Enterprise at a point midway between their two systems.
Picard: I apologize for the delay in our arrival, Ambassador Briam. We had to stop at Harod Four to pick up a group of stranded miners.
Briam: Please, Captain, we are grateful that the Federation has taken as much interest as it has in this matter.
Picard: Was Commander La Forge able to provide you with the special cargo handling provisions you requested?
Briam: Indeed he was. However, until we reach the rendezvous with the Valtese, may I ask that the cargo bay be declared off-limits to all but the most essential personnel?
Picard: I trust, Ambassador, that this cargo is in no way dangerous?
Briam: Oh, no, nothing of the sort. I'm cautious because it's quite fragile, and quite irreplaceable.
Riker: Bridge to Captain Picard.
Picard: Go ahead.
Riker: Captain, we've just picked up a distress call from a Ferengi shuttle.
Picard: Set a course to intercept.
Riker: Aye, sir.
Briam: Captain, the timing of our ceremony with Alrik is critical. It cannot be delayed.
Picard: We'll be at the rendezvous on schedule, don't worry. Excuse me.
Data: The Ferengi report their containment field is collapsing.
Worf: Within visual range, Captain.
Picard: On screen.
Data: Their reactor core is unstable, Captain.
Picard: How many on board?
Data: Two, sir.
Riker: Bridge to transporter room three. Boost your output and lock on to the two Ferengi on board the shuttle.
Riker: We may need to attempt a long range transport.
Crewwoman: Standing by.
Picard: Energize.
Officer: Got them, sir.
Riker: Mister Worf, escort our Ferengi guests to quarters. Not too close to mine.
Worf: Understood.
Worf: Unless you can arrange your own transport, you will have to remain on the Enterprise until we complete our mission.
Qol: That will not be a problem.
Lenor: We are in no hurry.
Qol: We look forward to enjoying the comforts of your fine ship.
Qol: Quite acceptable. Not what we're used to, you understand, but it will do.
Lenor: Perhaps your captain would care to invite us to join him for dinner this evening?
Worf: The captain dines alone.
Qol: A pity. That was too easy.
Laforge: We've been working from your drawings, Ambassador. I hope we're in the ballpark.
Briam: Ball park?
Picard: That's an old human expression. Mister LaForge hopes that we've got close to achieving what you wanted.
Laforge: Computer, run holodeck program Krios One.
Computer: Enter when ready.
Briam: Astonishing. It is the ancient Temple of Akadar. It is this temple that bonds Krios and Valt, gentlemen. Two brothers ruled a vast empire from this site until they were torn apart by their love for an extraordinary woman. This is where the wars began. And this is where they shall end.
Briam: There are some details to be added, of course.
Picard: Commander La Forge will be entirely at your disposal, Ambassador.
Laforge: Just let me know what you need.
Briam: Yes, of course. I must consult several of the historical volumes I brought with me, so perhaps we can reconvene later.
Lenor: Excuse me! Excuse me! Is it true? Is a Kriosian ambassador aboard this vessel?
Briam: Yes. Can I help you?
Picard: The Ambassador's very busy.
Lenor: Ah, do you schedule his appointments?
Picard: I'm the Captain of the ship. What is it you want?
Lenor: Allow me to present myself. Par Lenor of the Ferengi Trade Mission. We are pleased to hear, Ambassador, that you have at last negotiated peace with the Valtese, Ambassador. Peace is good for trade, unless you happen to be an arms merchant.
Picard: Excuse us.
Lenor: Arms merchant!
Lenor: in return for the exclusive rights to transport all Kriosian products to the Valt system.
Picard: May I suggest that you arrange to meet at another time, after the ceremony?
Briam: Perhaps that would be best.
Lenor: But, but
Laforge: Listen, have you had a chance to see the dolphins yet?
Picard: Deck seven. Picard to Worf.
Worf: Worf here, Captain.
Picard: Lieutenant, one of the Ferengi just waylaid Ambassador Briam. I need you to keep them on a tight leash.
Picard: I don't want them disrupting this conference.
Worf: Aye, sir. Security to cargo bay one.
Riker: Lieutenant?
Worf: One of the Ferengi.
Riker: Riker to Captain Picard.
Worf: What are you doing?
Qol: This is a misunderstanding. I was looking for a barbershop. Apparently I made an incorrect turn and
Picard: Mister Worf?
Riker: Get him out of here. Confine them both to their quarters. Put a guard on their door.
Picard: What is happening?
Briam: Emergence.
Kamala: I am for you, Alrik of Valt.
Briam: No, Kamala. This is not Alrik. This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise.
Kamala: That explains why you don't look at all like your holographs. I apologize, Captain. As an empath, I could sense your authority. I assumed you were Chancellor Alrik.
Picard: I'm afraid I require an explanation, Ambassador.
Kamala: As do I, Ambassador. Why have I been brought out of stasis prematurely?
Briam: It was an accident. This is quite complicated. Perhaps you and I
Kamala: It is not complicated at all, Briam, and the Captain has no tolerance for prevarication. I'm a gift, to Alrik of Valt.
Riker: You mean you're using this ship to transport a sentient being as property?
Briam: Not as property, as a gift, and I was concerned that you might not entirely understand.
Picard: Your concern was justified, Ambassador.
Kamala: You're angry. Why?
Picard: There is a provision in the Federation Constitution that protects an individual's fundamental rights. Now once you were brought aboard this ship
Kamala: You're coming to my rescue. What a kind and generous purpose. But Captain, I do not need to be rescued.
Briam: Kamala is the key to peace between our two worlds.
Riker: Why?
Kamala: In our history there's a woman known as Garuth, who was loved by the brothers Krios and Valt with such passion that an empire fell.
Briam: And the wars began when Krios kidnapped Garuth and took her to our planet.
Kamala: Like her, I'm an empathic metamorph. The first female metamorph born in my world for over a hundred years.
Picard: A metamorph?
Kamala: A mutant. A biological curiosity, if you will. With the ability to sense what a potential mate wants, what he needs, what gives him the greatest pleasure and then to become that for him.
Riker: You mean you change according to whatever man you're with?
Kamala: Until I reach the stage of bonding, when I must imprint upon myself the requirements of one man, to serve as his perfect partner in life.
Briam: You see, male metamorphs are somewhat common, but females are born only once in seven generations. So obviously they are greatly sought after as mates.
Riker: Which explains the Ferengi's interest.
Briam: This mating to Alrik was arranged sine her birth by the leaders of both worlds, in the hopes of restoring peace.
Picard: You do this of your own accord?
Kamala: It is my sole purpose in life.
Picard: Commander Riker, escort her to quarters. There's no need for you to travel in the cargo bay.
Briam: Kamala, remain in your room. I will speak to you shortly.
Riker: Why were you in stasis?
Kamala: Metamorphs have a long and complex sexual maturing process. I am in the Finiis'ral, the third and final stage. It can be an uncomfortable transition Not only for me, but for the men around me.
Riker: In what way?
Kamala: My body is producing an unusually elevated level of what you would call pheromones. The effect can be quite provocative. Perhaps you sense it?
Riker: Ah, unfortunately, I'm not an empath.
Kamala: Oh, I think you are more empathic than you admit. At least when it comes to women.
Riker: I think you have me at a disadvantage.
Riker: This is the comm. panel, the replicator. You can lower the lights on a verbal command. If you have any questions you can just ask the computer,
Riker: I'm beginning to sense the elevated pheromones you were referring to.
Kamala: You were curious, weren't you?
Riker: Curious isn't exactly how I'd describe it.
Kamala: Do you know what's remarkable about empathic metamorphs?
Riker: You mean there's something even more remarkable about you?
Kamala: We learn so quickly what stimulates a man, that the second time's even better than the first.
Riker: Listen. This has been educational but I make it a policy never to open another man's gift.
Kamala: I know my role in history, Commander. But it's going to be a long voyage.
Riker: It certainly is. We'll try to make you as comfortable as possible.
Riker: Riker to bridge. If you need me, I'll be in holodeck four.
Crusher: How can you simply deliver her like a courier into a life of virtual prostitution.
Picard: Beverly! Arranged marriages have been the basis of political alliances in many cultures, including our own.
Crusher: I'm surprised at you.
Picard: She knows exactly what she's doing.
Crusher: She has been conditioned since the day she was born to believe it's perfectly acceptable to exist only to please men.
Picard: She was born to do this.
Crusher: And bred by those people to seal a treaty with a seductive coup de grace.
Picard: All right, fine, good, let's throw the Prime Directive to the winds. Let's detain her against her will. Let's destroy any chance of peace between these worlds. Let's interfere in their society, their customs.
Crusher: That slave trader who calls himself an ambassador, he has confined her to her quarters. She is a virtual prisoner in there.
Picard: I didn't know that.
Crusher: Well, it is your ship. Maybe there are a few things you should find out about.
Picard: I'll talk to her about it.
Crusher: Good. Lovely breakfast.
Picard: Indeed.
Kamala: Come in.
Kamala: Captain Picard, what a delightful surprise. Come in.
Picard: Thank you. Are you comfortable?
Kamala: Reasonably, under the circumstances.
Picard: It has been brought to my attention that you have been told to remain in here.
Kamala: That's true, I'm afraid.
Picard: Against your wishes.
Kamala: At the request of the Ambassador, who believes I might be disruptive to your crew.
Picard: The performance of my crew is none of the Ambassador's business.
Kamala: You care about my well being. Thank you, Captain.
Picard: I care about, I care about what happens on board my ship.
Kamala: Yes, I know. This ship's very important to you, isn't it?
Picard: Oh, yes. Oh, yes, it is.
Kamala: Are all captains' lives so solitary? Or just yours?
Picard: Don't.
Kamala: What?
Picard: Don't do this, this, this you do with men.
Kamala: I'm afraid my premature emergence from stasis has left me a little vulnerable to the desires I sense from men. Nevertheless, this is who I am, Captain. You might as well ask a Vulcan to forgo logic, or a Klingon to be nonviolent. I cannot change, and I don't want to until the time has come for me to bond with my permanent mate. Why does it bother you?
Picard: Frankly, it's difficult for me, for many of us, to easily accept that a sentient being can live only to be what someone else wants them to be.
Kamala: But that's what gives a metamorph pleasure.
Picard: But what about your wishes, your needs?
Kamala: They are fulfillled by what I give to others.
Picard: And what about when there are no others, when you are alone?
Kamala: I'm incomplete. What curious questions, Captain.
Picard: Under the circumstances, I thought that it would help if I learned more about you.
Kamala: But you know me better than you realize. I am independent, forceful, brilliant, and adventurous. Exactly as you would have me be, Captain.
Picard: I will speak to the Ambassador about easing your restrictions.
Kamala: Thank you, Captain.
Picard: Captain's log, stardate 45766.1. We have reached the designated coordinates for the conference and await the arrival of Chancellor Alrik.
Briam: I forbid it.
Picard: Forbid it?
Briam: It's too dangerous, Captain. She must remain in her quarters.
Picard: You cannot confine her against her will. Not on board this ship, Ambassador. She is requesting some freedom of movement and I intend to give it to her.
Briam: She is still in the Finiis'ral, the height of her sexual allure, Captain. Every man on the ship will be fighting over her.
Picard: Not every man.
Kamala: A chaperone?
Data: I would be pleased to escort you around the ship.
Kamala: But I was hoping we might spend more time together, Captain.
Picard: I shall busy making arrangements for the conference.
Kamala: I'm very knowledgeable about Valt. I could be helpful.
Picard: I think that you should enjoy the hospitality of the ship. Mister Data here will see to your every comfort. If you will excuse me.
Data: Your empathic powers do not perceive anything because as an android, I have no emotions.
Kamala: I can understand why Captain Picard chose you to be my chaperone.
Riker: I'll check in with you later.
Miner 1: Excuse me, but I'm absolutely certain that we met once at Paloris Colony.
Kamala: I've never been to Paloris Colony.
Miner 1: Neither have I. Why don't we find out what else we have in common.
Data: Extremely rude behavior.
Kamala: He's just being playful.
Data: Perhaps you would care for something to drink?
Kamala: What are you all having, boys?
Miner 2: Aldorian Ale's our drink.
Kamala: Then, it's mine too.
Data: Bartender!
Data: There do not seem to be enough waiters on duty.
Miner 3: I believe they're having a minor problem with the replicator.
Miner 2: They could use a hand, Commander.
Data: Excuse me. I believe I will stay.
Kamala: Mister Data's protecting me tonight.
Miner 2: Protecting you? From what?
Kamala: From you, I guess. I told the Captain not to worry, I just want to have a good time like anybody else.
Miner 1: Come on down to deck seven, we'll show you a good time
Miner 2: Get rid of the android. We'll have some fun.
Worf: Is there a problem here?
Miner 1: No, sir.
Miner 2: No problem.
Miner 3: Tell him, lady.
Data: Thank you, Lieutenant. The crowd seemed a bit too ebullient for comfort. Perhaps you would enjoy a quiet visit to the arboretum.
Kamala: Perhaps the ambassador is right. Perhaps I should remain in my quarters.
Picard: I have confidence in the self-control of my crew, Kamala, but there are guests and civilians on board.
Kamala: I understand. I will volunteer to stay in my quarters under one condition. That you will visit me. There it is again.
Picard: What?
Kamala: The wall you put between us.
Picard: Kamala, you are one day away from an arranged mating. Why would you want me to visit you in your quarters?
Kamala: I said a visit. I didn't ask you to make love to me.
Kamala: Ventanan thimble. Early Lapeongical period, isn't it?
Picard: Yes, it is.
Kamala: Have you seen the Ventanan woven art recovered from the fourth colony dig?
Picard: Woven art? Recovered intact?
Kamala: They say the colors are remarkably vibrant for their age.
Picard: I've read about them for years, but they were so delicate no one expected to find any preserved. How do you know about them?
Kamala: I stay informed on a wide variety of subjects. After all, one never knows when the conversation might turn to Ventanan archeology or to the dark woman of raven brows and mournful eyes in Shakespeare's sonnets. Or to the gardens of Les Eyries near the village where you grew up.
Picard: Your empathic powers told you all this about me?
Kamala: Not quite that much. Mister Data helped a little.
Picard: I see.
Kamala: My empathic powers can only sense a man of deep passion, and conviction. So controlled. So diskiplined. I am simply curious to know what lies beneath.
Picard: Nothing. Nothing lies beneath. I'm really quite dull. I fall asleep each night with an old book in my hands.
Kamala: When a metamorph finds you interesting, do not take it lightly.
Picard: Oh, I'm not taking it lightly. I'm just trying to be as dull as possible.
Kamala: Will you visit me?
Picard: It would be inappropriate.
Kamala: Is that a yes or a no?
Picard: I'm sorry.
Kamala: Even the walls of Jericho fell, Captain.
Picard: Why are you doing this, Kamala?
Kamala: There can be only one reason. Because some part of you wants me to.
Lenor: Ambassador.
Briam: What is the meaning of this?
Lenor: Ah, I see you got our message.
Briam: Is this some sort of bribe? I am not amused.
Qol: No, Ambassador. Your attitude is quite understandable.
Lenor: This is just a sample.
Qol: The bribe is ten thousand more.
Lenor: Ludugial gold. The purest in the galaxy.
Qol: We know the lifestyle of a Kriosian Ambassador is far from comfortable.
Lenor: You deserve to live a life of luxury.
Briam: How dare you suggest
Qol: Our money! What? You drive a hard bargain.
Lenor: Twenty thousand, but not an ingot more.
Qol: We must have the metamorph.
Lenor: She is the answer to a Ferengi prayer.
Qol: We have a ship waiting to rendezvous with us in three hours. We can all transport off together.
Briam: Thank you for sharing that information. I shall pass on along to Captain Picard.
Lenor: You can't do that.
Briam: Let go of me.
Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. The Ferengi have been dispatched via shuttle to Starbase one one seven. What charges will be brought against them depends on whether or not Ambassador Briam recovers.
Crusher: We've been able to stabilize his condition. If we're lucky he'll regain consciousness in a few days. Set up level one cranio-sacral display.
Medic: Yes, Doctor.
Picard: I'll advise the Valtese delegation that the conference will have to be postponed.
Kamala: That won't be possible. My ability to imprint on a mate will only last a matter of hours after the completion of the Finiis'ral. If I hadn't been removed from stasis prematurely, a delay might have been possible. But now, I will have to bond with Alrik within two days.
Picard: But there are points in the negotiations that Briam still has to address.
Kamala: You are familiar with the issues.
Picard: Familiar, yes, but I can't represent your peoples' interests.
Kamala: You can represent the interests of peace. My people will agree, I'm certain of it.
Picard: But there are customs and rituals of which I have no experience at all.
Kamala: I told you, I'm extremely knowledgeable about Valt. I will help you prepare.
Kamala: Torze qua.
Kamala: That's right.
Picard: I'm reminded of piano lessons when I was a child. Preparing for some dreaded recital.
Kamala: You still play?
Picard: No. I regret that I gave it up. It used to please my mother. But I didn't like performing in front of an audience.
Kamala: Shy?
Picard: No. Just not very good.
Kamala: Thank you. For letting down your guard, if only for a moment.
Picard: You will have to help me in the pronunciation of this scroll.
Kamala: What is it about me you fear?
Picard: Kamala.
Kamala: Do you find me unattractive?
Picard: I find you unavailable.
Kamala: I'm being terribly selfish. I apologize. We have something in common, Captain. When I was a child, I took music lessons, too.
Picard: Really? What instrument?
Kamala: All of them.
Picard: The entire orchestra?
Kamala: Plus a few Valtese horns that sound like braying Targhee Moonbeasts. They are said to soothe the nerves of Valtese men. My mother never even heard me play. I was taken from her when I was four and sequestered in a royal village where I was prepared to fulfilll my destiny.
Picard: It sounds as if it were a very lonely time for you.
Kamala: On the contrary, I had servants and tutors at my side constantly. You once asked me what I'm like when I'm alone. I've never been. There was always somebody there to educate me in literature, history, art, sex. But I have been alone on this journey, and I've found myself thinking about all the curious questions you asked. You wanted to know who I am. And as I continue to ask myself, the only answer that comes to me is, I am for you, Alrik of Valt. Because that's the truth. In a day, I will bond with a man I've never met. and I will turn myself into what he wants me to be, for the rest of my life.
Picard: I also once asked you if you were doing this of your own accord.
Kamala: I'm honored to be chosen to serve my people as an emissary of peace. But I find it ironic on the eve of this ceremony, which I have spent my entire life preparing for, that I should meet a man like you.
Riker: Riker to Picard.
Picard: Go ahead, Number One.
Riker: The Valtese ship has arrived. Chancellor Alrik is ready to beam aboard.
Alrik: Captain Picard.
Picard: Chancellor Alrik. Welcome aboard the Enterprise.
Alrik: Your First Officer has described the details of the incident with the Ferengis. How is the Ambassador?
Picard: He has not regained consciousness.
Alrik: A tragedy. Your willingness to assist is appreciated by both our peoples.
Picard: I', doing my best, although I'm finding some of the rituals quite demanding.
Alrik: Rituals. I am more concerned about the remaining provisions of the treaty. The proposed trade agreements are not acceptable. We still must review the uncommitted territories as well as discuss the schedule for exchange of technology.
Picard: The Kriosians have authorized me to make several compromises favorable to your position.
Alrik: Good. Tomorrow, then.
Picard: Briam has supervised a reproduction of the ancient Temple of Akadar on our holodeck.
Alrik: Such a sentimental people, these Kriosians. It's hard to believe we have a common ancestry.
Picard: Please.
Alrik: I suppose they've sent the metamorph.
Picard: Kamala? Yes. She's looking forward to meeting you.
Alrik: I'm sure she'll be satisfactory. Between you and me, Captain, I am far more interested in the trade agreements.
Kamala: So tell me quickly. What is he like?
Picard: First impressions? He's a thoughtful man. Informed.
Kamala: Did he ask about me?
Picard: Yes.
Kamala: What did you tell him?
Picard: That you were looking forward to meeting him.
Kamala: When am I to be presented?
Picard: It'll be the first order of business tomorrow. At ten.
Kamala: Would you like some tea?
Picard: Thank you, but I should prepare for the ceremony.
Kamala: Let me help you with pronunciations.
Picard: I think I can muddle my way through.
Kamala: Please don't leave. Talk to me. I love the sound of your voice. I'll turn out the lights and just listen. I don't want to be alone.
Picard: The lights stay on.
Kamala: Earl Gray Tea. Hot.
Picard: Did you learn that from Commander Data as well? I shall have to have a talk with him.
Picard: Now that I know that you're listening to my voice, I find that I can't think of anything to say.
Kamala: A starship captain must encounter all sorts of lifeforms. Am I one of the most unique you've ever met? Please say yes.
Picard: Yes.
Kamala: What a nice thing to say.
Picard: Kamala, have I not done everything possible to discourage this?
Kamala: Maybe that's the perfect way to attract a metamorph.
Picard: I don't want to use you as other men do.
Kamala: But you're not other men. You could never use me. That's the very reason why I'm with you tonight.
Picard: I should go. And you have an appointment tomorrow morning early.
Kamala: Light years away.
Crusher: Quiet this morning.
Picard: I'm sorry.
Crusher: Penny?
Picard: What?
Crusher: For your thoughts. Penny for your thoughts.
Picard: Do you have one?
Crusher: I'm sure the replicator will have one on file.
Picard: Beverly, may I take off the uniform for a moment?
Crusher: Captain.
Picard: I need to talk to a friend.
Crusher: Of course.
Picard: Actually, it's all your fault.
Crusher: Mine?
Picard: You insisted I look into her situation.
Crusher: The metamorph?
Picard: The metamorph. Kamala. I've spent quite a lot of time with her the past few days, and you're right about several things, but, Beverly, her entire existence has been orchestrated for this moment and she intends to go through with it to help her people end the war.
Crusher: And you're saying there's nothing you can do about it?
Picard: It isn't that simple. I barely know who she is, and who she is changes the moment the next man comes into the room.  And I find myself hoping that the next man won't come in. But, of course, he does, and in a few hours, the ceremony will begin and she will mate with a man who cares more about trade agreements than he cares about her. And I can't help thinking how she will be with him. How she will change to accommodate him.
Crusher: I wish I knew how I could help.
Picard: Perhaps I just needed a shoulder.
Crusher: Oh, it's there for you, Jean-Luc. It always has been.
Kamala: Come in.
Kamala: Is it time?
Picard: Soon.
Kamala: Do you have any questions about the ceremony?
Picard: Many.
Kamala: I will never truly love him.
Picard: You've not even met him.
Kamala: It no longer matters. I wish I could convey to you what it's like to be a metamorph. To feel the inner strength of someone. To realize that being with him is opening your mind and heart to endless new possibilities. To hear yourself say, I like myself when I'm with him.
Picard: Kamala.
Kamala: For a metamorph there's no greater pleasure and no greater wish than to bond with that kind of mate at the end of the Finiis'ral, as I've bonded with you.
Picard: With me?
Kamala: Who I am today, I will be forever.
Data: Data to Captain Picard.
Picard: Not now, Data.
Data: But sir, Chancellor Alrik is waiting to receive you in holodeck seven.
Picard: Acknowledged. You can't go through with the ceremony.
Kamala: Would you ask me to stay and ask two armies to keep fighting? Having bonded with you, I've learned the meaning of duty. He'll never know. I'm still empathic. I will be able to please him. I only hope he likes Shakespeare.
Kamala: I am for you, Alrik of Valt.
Briam: Your service to both our peoples is greatly appreciated, Captain.
Picard: Your preparations made the negotiations simple, Ambassador, and Kamala was able to guide me through the rituals.
Briam: I have to admit, I'm curious.
Picard: Curious?
Briam: I was chosen for this mission for a very simple reason. I'm two hundred years old. The temptations of a beautiful metamorph do not easily reach me. And yet I would be lying if I were to claim, that even at my age, they do not reach me at all. But you, you worked with her, side by side for days. How could you resist her?
Picard: Ambassador, have a safe trip home.
Briam: Energize.