Come on. Santa Anna didn't care about the rules of war.
If he had executed Davy Crockett at the Alamo
he would have considered it a point of pride.
All right, put it this way—
in 1836, Davy Crockett was what, 49?
Quite old for the standards of the time.
His days as an Indian fighter were well behind him.
He was just an ex-Congressman— all reputation.
Now, this is not a man
who was about to fight till his last breath, Miles.
The situation was hopeless.
He was out of ammunition.
The Mexican army was storming the Alamo's battlements.
He would have surrendered.
It's as logical as that— simple.
I'm not saying it couldn't have happened.
I'm just saying there's no proof.
You are both wrong.
The only real question is whether you believe
in the legend of Davy Crockett or not.
If you do, then there should be
no doubt in your mind
that he died a hero's death.
If you do not believe in the legend
then he was just a man
and it does not matter how he died.
Well, I guess that settles that.
I guess so.
Enter.
Kor...
Nuq'nuh, Worf.
It's good to see you, my friend.
I welcome you to my home.
May I offer you some refreshment?
I would be honored to share a bottle of bloodwine
with the son of Mogh.
I heard the news about Jadzia.
She died a warrior.
I expected nothing less.
To absent comrades.
Mmm! 2309. Very good.
Sit.
Oh.
The war goes, um, well for you, Worf?
Um, a long list of victories to your credit, I trust?
I have been... fortunate.
Oh-ho-ho, the way of the warrior is not a humble path.
Show some pride in your accomplishments.
You've earned it.
I will try.
And does the war go well for you, Kor?
No, Worf, it does not go well for me.
It seems
my... services
are not required in the present conflict.
But you are Kor— a Dahar Master
the man who held the Korma Pass
against T'nag.
Your reputation alone should have assured you a command.
I also have a reputation for a certain ruthless quality
towards those who would stand in my way.
Mind you, it's not entirely undeserved.
In truth, I rather enjoy being feared by my fellow officers.
However, there's a price to be paid for such...
single-minded devotion to one's ambition.
I've made enemies... perhaps
more than were necessary.
I have no influence left in the Empire.
Even as our entire race
grapples with the Dominion
there's no place
for an old man
with too many enemies and not enough friends.
That's why I've come here tonight.
It's not easy
for me to beg you for help...
but I have nowhere else to turn.
Help me fight again, Worf.
Help me end my life as I've lived it—
as a warrior.
How many more reports does the High Council require?
As many as last time.
And Starfleet is still waiting for your signature
on these repair requests.
There will come a day, Darok
when your services as my aide will no longer be required.
I look forward to that day with great anticipation.
Until then...
Ah, Worf!
Good to see you.
Thank you, Darok.
It's a pity Captain Sisko
frowns on summary executions.
What can I do for you?
Kor, the Dahar Master
came to see me last night.
He has been unable to find a command and I...
Tell me you're not going
to ask me to give that man a ship.
Well, I had hoped...
Then your hopes are in vain.
That man is not welcome in my House
and I will certainly not have him
commanding a ship in my fleet.
General, Kor is a friend, and I have already...
Not another word!
Do you hear? Not one word!
Now get out of here before I forget we are brothers.
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I plan to attack the Trelka V Starbase
then push deeper into Cardassian territory.
I'll hit the Manora shipyards
the Jem'Hadar breeding facility on Sheva II
the supply depots in the Borias Cluster.
It would take half the Ninth Fleet
just to destroy Trelka V.
I don't intend to destroy the base, just damage it—
throw them off-balance
then move on to the next target.
Imagine... the chaos we'll cause
once we're in behind their lines.
A cavalry raid.
Ancient Earth soldiers mounted on horseback.
They had the speed to charge behind enemy lines
to stir up trouble
and the mobility to keep from being caught.
How many ships will you take?
Five birds-of-prey.
Battle cruisers are too slow
too unwieldy for a mission like this.
Do you want to take the Defiant?
Perhaps the Defiant should remain here
just in case the Jem'Hadar try their own "cavalry raid," hmm?
But it may be prudent for the Defiant
and a dozen or so other starships
to be waiting for us when we return.
You mean you might be bringing company back with you?
I'm sure you'll be ready to welcome them.
With phasers charged.
Our disruptor targeting sensors need to be replaced
as well as our guidance system relays.
Make a note of that for Chief O'Brien.
He should give the Ch'Tang first priority.
So, if you have something to ask me, do it now
before Darok buries me under more paperwork.
I wish to speak with you about Kor.
Now, I know you have strong feelings about...
Clear the Bridge!
I did not expect to hear anything
further on this subject from you.
And I did not expect to be forbidden
to speak with you on any subject.
Have I become a shuVak
to be ordered about like Darok?
No.
Of course not.
Very well.
Talk and be done with it.
Kor came to see me, asking my help as a friend.
He is an old man
with no family and no influence left in the Empire.
He asked nothing except for the chance
to fight and die as a Klingon warrior.
I told him I would speak with you
about finding him a command in the fleet.
I would not give that man the gnawed bones of my last meal
much less command of a ship.
But why?
There is no blood feud between our Houses
and Kor has said he has not even met you.
You can wound a man without ever seeing his face.
When I was a boy, my family still lived
in the lowlands of Ketha Province.
We had very little, but it didn't matter.
We were a family of warriors.
15 generations had served as soldiers of the Empire
but my father had higher hopes for me.
He wanted his son to become an officer.
It took a great deal of effort
but eventually, he found someone willing to sponsor me.
I passed my entrance exam on my first attempt
and all that remained was final approval
by the Oversight Council— a simple formality.
My application was rejected
by one member of that council— Kor.
Why?
"Why?"
Kor's family descends from the Imperial Court itself.
Kor is "of the blood"--
born to rule by the divine will of Kahless
and what was I?
A boy from the Ketha lowlands.
He could not bear the thought
of someone like me joining the elite officer ranks
and so, to my father's embarrassment
and my everlasting shame...
my application was denied.
And with the mark of Kor on my record
I could not join even as a common soldier.
I spent five years as a civilian laborer
aboard General ShiVang's flagship.
Then... as fortune would have it
the Romulans made a foolhardy attempt to board our ship.
I earned a battlefield commission.
Unfortunately...
my father did not live to see that glorious day.
And if Kor had had his way
I would still be a civilian on that ship
cleaning the officers' mess.
I understand
but I must tell you that using my own authority
I appointed Kor an officer in the Ninth Fleet.
Made him an officer... just like that.
That's the difference between his name and mine—
his opens doors, mine closes them.
I did not anticipate...
It's done!
Your apology is not sought
but know this, Worf...
Kor is your responsibility.
I want nothing to do with him.
Do you... do you remember
breaking into the Duke's harem on Renavi?
Oh.
How could I forget that?
That is one of Curzon's favorite memories.
Hi.
Hello.
Come and join us
my friend.
Uh... I am on duty.
I'll see you later.
Mmm.
It's good to see you again, Kor.
Mm-hmm.
Still the same old Dax...
and yet not.
General Martok will not give you a command.
Uh... kesh!
He says that
you struck his name from an officers list
because his family comes from the Ketha lowlands.
Did I?
I don't recall.
Of course, there were so many officer lists.
I suppose it's possible.
It is an unworthy reason to bar a man from serving the Empire.
Worf, you've been living
among this democratic rabble for too long.
I know your bloodline.
We both come from noble Houses.
Among our people, that still counts for something.
If Martok is a true Klingon
he should appreciate that.
He does not.
Did he revoke my commission?
No. You will serve aboard the Ch'Tang...
as Third Officer.
Third?
Oh, well... huh, no matter.
I've overcome greater obstacles.
Thank you, Worf. You're a true friend.
You will report aboard at 0700
and stay out of Martok's way.
He will not even know I am there.
Worf!
Uh... what was the name of that ship?
Oh, the Ch'Tang.
Ch'Tang! Of course.
I'll see you there.
All decks report ready.
Defense systems on-line.
Engine room standing by.
Transporter room reports that our last crew members
have beamed aboard.
Very well.
Signal the squadron.
Prepare to get under way.
Stand by to cloak.
Aye, sir.
Helm, set course 325 mark 003.
Full impulse till we clear the outer marker.
Then go to...
Third Officer Kor reporting for duty.
The Dahar Master.
Take your station.
Return to your duties
or I will find a crew that can.
Helmsman
I gave you an order.
chaH-Veh!
Kor...
here on our ship.
Don't you have something to do?
No.
Then find something!
It's an honor to have you aboard with us.
Ah, thank you very much.
Welcome, Dahar Master.
So what did Kor say when he met you?
The usual.
I have the same conversation over and over again.
Everyone's shocked at first.
Then they start scanning my face
for signs of the person they knew as Dax.
"It can't be.
"Is it really you?
"Oh, I do see a little Jadzia in the eyes
a little Curzon in the smile."
Isn't there a period of adjustment
that joined Trills have to go through
where people are comparing them
to previous hosts?
I'm, I'm sure it'll pass.
You're right.
The last five Dax hosts went through this.
Ah.
That wasn't bad.
You'd make a pretty good Counselor.
You want to trade jobs?
Oh, yeah— people would love
bringing their problems to me.
"You dreamt about what?
"You're crazy.
"Now get out of my office.
Next patient."
It's funny you should mention dreams.
Ever since my conversation with Kor
I have had the most intense dreams about him.
Like what?
Being on a Klingon Bridge together...
going off into battle...
drinking bloodwine—
which still makes me gag
by the way.
Singing songs...
A part of me wants to be out there with him now.
I hope he's all right.
I mean, I know I'm sort of contradicting
what I just said about wanting
to set myself apart from my previous hosts
but the memories I have of being with him
are so vivid.
I can't bear the thought of losing him.
I'd give almost anything for the chance to...
be together just one more time—
the two of us side by side, just like it used to be.
Do you need something?
No.
Nothing.
So, what's your professional opinion?
Mmm... you're crazy.
Next patient.
What's the matter with you?
Someone forget to leave a tip?
It's Ezri.
She... she...
I can't even say it.
Try.
She wants to get back together with Worf.
And before the Cardassians ever knew we were there
we destroyed the entire camp and the relay station.
To General Martok— victor of Felton Prime.
Qapla'!
Let me have the honor
to welcome the Dahar Master
to the humble mess hall of the Ch'Tang.
Oh, sit, sit.
You do me too much honor.
On this voyage, I am but the Third Officer.
I expect no special treatment.
May I serve you gagh, Dahar Master?
Have you settled on an attack plan
for the starbase on Trelka V?
I'm going to send the Malpara and the Ning'tao
in ahead of the rest of the squadron.
They'll make
a single strafing run of the base
then head out of the system.
When the enemy sends out their repair crews
to assess the damage, then the rest
of the squadron will de-cloak.
With any luck, we'll catch them not only unprepared
but with their entire damage control effort under way.
Excellent.
An excellent plan, General.
I'm glad you approve.
Of course.
It's the same tactic Kang and I used
against the Federation in the Battle of Caleb IV.
You were at Caleb IV?
Of course he was.
Forgive the ignorance of these children.
I was a young officer once.
I know how irrelevant the past can seem.
We would be honored
if you would tell us about Caleb IV.
Tell the tale.
Tell us.
Well, there's not much to tell, really.
The battle was over
almost before the Federation knew it had begun.
I commanded the First Division from the Klothos—
one of the old D-5 cruisers.
Kang commanded the Second Division.
Now, you must remember that in those days
the cloaking device was a new piece of technology.
There were only a handful of engineers
in the Imperial Fleet who knew how to operate them.
Before we left Chronos
I spent three days in the Engine Room
taking the device apart
with my bare hands...
and then putting it back together again.
Now, this would come in handy
later in the battle, as you'll see.
It is not the fault of the crew.
They are not used to serving
with a legendary figure like Kor.
Bridge to General Martok.
Yes.
We are approaching Trelka V.
Set defense condition one.
Defense condition one.
All hands to battle stations.
Repeat, all hands to battle stations.
I'm supposed to be somewhere.
Dahar Master?
Where are you going, Lieutenant?
To, to the Bridge.
We're approaching Trelka V.
The Bridge!
Are you all right?
Of course.
What are you waiting for?
Report to your station.
chaH-Veh!
Concentrate!
Their shields are down to 65 percent.
Three Cardassian cruisers are in spacedock
orbiting on the far side of the planet.
Two of them are getting under way.
The Malpara and the Ning'tao
have completed their attack.
The Malpara is gone...
No survivors.
The Ning'tao is heading out of the system.
The Cardassians are pursuing.
And leaving their base
unprotected.
Helm, take us in.
Bring us to a hover
300 meters above the base.
Stand by to de-cloak
on my command.
Holding at 300 meters.
Scan the base.
They've dispatched damage control teams.
Two defense batteries are out.
And they've just dropped their primary shield grid.
De-cloak the ship
and open fire.
Shields are down to 85 percent.
Reroute emergency power to secondary
shield emitters.
Fire torpedoes!
Helm, lay in an escape course.
Aye, sir.
Continue firing.
Target their primary reactors.
chaH-Veh.
And bring us around for another pass.
Coming about.
No... only one pass.
Leave the system.
Do not worry, my friend.
All is well.
You old... fool!
The Orantho reports
their Captain and First Officer are dead.
They have a hull breach in their port quarter.
Instruct them to continue firing
and open a channel to Kang.
To Kang?
Tell him we've succeeded
and that the Federation outpost on Caleb IV
will be taken within an hour.
Sir, Kang has been dead for years.
Prepare a boarding party.
We're going to take the base.
But, sir, they have a garrison of 10,000.
By the hand of Kahless, get us out of here!
Victory is ours.
The Federation will rue the day
they dared to challenge the might of the Klingon Empire.
We will take Caleb IV
and raise
our banner over the smoking ruins
of their outpost.
Escape course, now!
Engage cloaks.
Orantho and Slivin have cloaked.
No pursuit from Trelka V.
No time to waste.
Proceed... proceed to the rendezvous
and then on to the Manora shipyards.
Warp 7.
Medical team to the Bridge.
Worf, get that man out of here.
Hi. I think I'm in the mood for a...
Wait.
I have something to say.
Now, you may think this is none of my business
but someone has to speak up
and I've decided that someone is me.
So, here it is. I'll just say it.
Okay.
You're making a mistake
by pursuing another relationship with Worf.
Excuse me?
You heard me.
I know how Jadzia felt about Worf
but that was her life, not yours.
You're Ezri Dax.
You need to give yourself
a chance to explore other relationships.
You're young... and beautiful
and full of life.
Why go after a man who's only a memory to you?
I've had my problems with Worf, I'll admit that
but this is not about me or my feelings.
This is about you.
Worf has done nothing, and I mean nothing
to deserve you.
Shouldn't you try and find someone
who's willing to win your heart
not just inherit it?
You deserve better.
There. I've said my piece.
Can I say something now?
I'm not interested in having another relationship with Worf.
I care about him
and I probably always will, but he's moved on with his life
and so have I.
Oh. Well, good.
And I'd also like to say that what you just did
was one of the kindest, dearest, and for you
one of the most embarrassing things
that I have ever heard.
You're a real sweetheart.
Can I order now?
Mm-hmm.
A Moscow mule.
Coming right up.
Did you hear that?
She called me "sweetheart."
Yeah? So?
She loves me.
What?
"Sweetheart."
You're certifiable, you do realize that?
She loves me.
Find out what's wrong with the Ning'tao.
I know Captain Lurkan is young
but he must realize the importance...
the importance of keeping formation.
I've been thinking about our next objective.
Perhaps we should go after a bigger target
something more threatening to our forces.
Now, what about the base on Caleb IV?
If you'll excuse me, I have duties
to attend to.
Your duties are right here.
Someone was just telling me
about the defenses on Caleb IV.
Who was that?
I believe it was
our Third Officer, General.
That's right. Third Officer.
Tell us about Caleb IV.
Is it manned by Jem'Hadar or Cardassian troops?
I thought it was a Federation outpost.
How can that be?
The Federation is our ally.
Surely Kor is aware of that.
Perhaps he's confused.
Confused? The Dahar Master?
Surely not.
We must be the ones who are confused.
Enlighten us.
Who mans the base on Caleb IV—
Dominion or Federation?
I think he's forgotten.
I think he's asleep.
Stop it!
Both of you.
Don't you have any respect
for one of the greatest heroes of the Empire?
He's thinking it over.
Give him time.
The last son of the House of Kor should not be rushed.
How long should we wait?
Perhaps we should ask Kang!
Well, say something, old man
or have you lost your tongue as well as your mind?
Savor the fruit of life, my young friends.
It has a sweet taste when it is fresh from the vine
but don't live too long.
The taste turns bitter...
after a time.
The new personnel roster.
You've removed Kor from active duty.
I saw no other choice.
Still, you're his friend.
It must have been difficult for you.
A friend would not have put him
in that position in the first place.
I've hated his name for almost 30 years.
I've dreamt of the moment when I would finally see him
stripped of his rank and title
when he would suddenly find himself
without a friend in the world
without the power of his birthright.
Well, I've had that moment now.
And I took no joy from it.
Have you thought about what will become of him
when we return to Deep Space 9?
I plan to speak with Chancellor Gowron
to try and find Kor some assignment on the Homeworld.
I'll have a word with Gowron as well.
Bridge to General Martok.
Yes?
Pardon the interruption, sir.
Our sensors have detected a large body of enemy ships.
On my way.
Where are they?
Their warp signatures are bearing directly astern.
They're Jem'Hadar fighters
and they appear to be pursuing us.
How can that be?
The lead ship is using some sort
of long-range tachyon scanner
to penetrate our cloaks.
Does the Dominion possess such a device?
They do now.
How many ships?
I've identified ten vessels so far.
And they're gaining on us.
How long before
we are within their weapons' range?
Two hours, 12 minutes.
Helm... have you located the Defiant?
Yes, sir. They're waiting for us
in the Kalandra Sector with seven Federation starships.
It will take us...
three hours, 45 minutes to reach them.
If the Jem'Hadar could be forced
to drop out of warp for only ten minutes
they would not have time to catch up with us
before we rendezvous with the Defiant.
It's a fine theory, but how do we execute it?
We could disrupt their warp fields
with an inverse graviton burst.
It would force them to drop to impulse
until the gravitons dissipated.
We would need to generate a massive burst
to disrupt the warp fields of a fleet that size.
A single bird-of-prey could do it by diverting
warp power to the main deflector.
How long would that delay them?
They could
reinitialize their warp cores
in less than two minutes.
If I could engage them in battle
while they are still at impulse
that would delay them even longer.
I know I could do it.
What do you mean, you could do it?
The Orantho's Captain and First Officer are dead
and the Slivin's deflector is damaged
and cannot generate a graviton burst...
and the Ning'tao's Captain is too young and inexperienced.
I am the logical choice.
But Worf...
this means that you'd be sacrificing
the... entire crew of the Ning'tao.
I have thought about that.
We could beam most of the crew over
before I take command.
I would only need six volunteers.
Signal the Ning'tao.
Tell them to prepare for a change in command.
Yes?
I'm not hungry.
The food is for me.
I haven't eaten in hours.
Men of our generation
never stood on ceremony, huh?
We ate when we were hungry.
We fought when we were angered.
Oh... I miss the simplicity of those days.
I miss a great deal about those days.
The warriors on this ship...
they don't know what they've missed
but such is the way with children.
Hmm?
They often let the promise of the future
obscure the glories of the past.
Is there a point to this nostalgic indulgence?
Only that they are children.
Even Martok, who, for all his flaws, is a great man
even Martok is but a child compared to you or me.
They are quick to judge, but slow to forgive.
They still have much to learn.
We are being pursued by a Jem'Hadar fleet.
Worf believes he can stop them
with a single ship.
How?
It's a good plan...
but it has one flaw.
It depends entirely on Worf successfully
engaging the whole enemy fleet
if only for a short time.
It can be done.
The key is to confuse their sensors
in the opening moments... with a spread of torpedoes.
Perhaps.
But it would take a man with three times his experience
to accomplish such a feat
and such a man... would have to be certain of his abilities.
Such a man would not take the job...
unless he were certain.
It has been an honor serving with you, Kor, son of Rynar.
Worf!
Leaving for the Ning'tao, I take it?
Yes.
I wanted to wish you well.
I look forward to seeing you
at the gates to Sto-Vo-Kor.
As do I.
Do you have any message
you want me to convey to Jadzia?
When I reach the Halls of the Hallowed Dead
I will find your beloved
and remind her that her husband is a noble warrior
and that he still loves no one but her.
Good-bye, my friend.
Live well.
Long live the Empire.
On the Bridge?
If they succeed, you can drink to their courage...
and if they fail
you can still drink to their courage.
The Ning'tao
is closing on the enemy.
She's initiated the graviton burst.
Their warp fields are destabilizing.
They're dropping to impulse.
By Kahless' hand... how many?
All of them.
The Ning'tao has dropped out of warp.
She's engaging the enemy.
Die well, Worf.
Today was not my day to die.
Worf!
But then who...?
Kor!
He surprised me outside the transporter room
with a hypospray.
I hope that old fool understands what he's doing.
How goes the battle?
We're approaching the limit of our sensor range...
but it appears that the enemy formation has collapsed.
The Ning'tao is maneuvering rapidly.
She's taking heavy fire from the Jem'Hadar.
I've lost contact.
One ship... against ten...
it doesn't seem possible.
He will succeed.
He is Kor—
the Dahar Master.
He's done it.
The Jem'Hadar are out of time.
They can no longer overtake us before we reach the Defiant.
How... how did that pompous old man
hold off an entire Jem'Hadar fleet
with only one ship?
Does it matter?
Darok, give me that bottle.
To Kor...
the Dahar Master...
a noble warrior to the end.
♪ My-cho Qara, end-do keela ♪
♪ bay-doH chum, ka ree-do meela ♪
♪ Stum-pa rip-to ♪
♪ Maah-la ee'qo ♪
♪ ree-kaH! ♪
♪ ree-kaH! ree-kaH! ♪
♪ Maah, so faH ka'lee ♪
♪ te cho-paH... ♪
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