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: [telling a Klingon story
] ... We found T'nag's body... by the river, its waters red with blood. Which of us had slain him? No one could say for certain. So... we cut out his heart, and all three of us feasted on it together. Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: Big heart.
: I am on a quest, a quest for the most revered icon in Klingon history, an icon that predates the Klingon Empire, an icon more sacred than the Torch of G'boj, more revered than Sabak's armor, and more coveted than the Emperor's crown. Lt. Commander Worf
: The Sword of Kahless!
: I had the most magnificent dream. I dreamt that the three of us were in the Hall of Heroes, presenting the Bat'leth to the Emperor. We stood near the statues of Kang and Koloth. And as the crowd sang out our names, the most astonishing thing happened: their statues came to life! Kang and Koloth were flesh and blood again, and we held the Sword high! Kang, Koloth, and Kor. Together again.
Lt. Commander Worf
: A true warrior has no need to exaggerate his feats. Kor
: Well, you'd better hope that I exaggerate, or else when they start singing songs about this quest and come to your verse, it will be "and Worf came along".
: The Sword will unite us - if it's held by a true Klingon. Not a politician like Gowron. Or some toothless figurehead, like the Emperor. The Sword must rest in the hands of someone who has been hardened by battle, pure of heart. Who understands loyalty and honor. A warrior like Kang and Koloth. Lt. Commander Worf
: Someone like you? Kor
: ...The Empire could do far worse.
: [after finding the Sword
] To think, Kahless himself once held this Bat'leth!
[he passes it on to Worf
] Lt. Commander Worf
: With this he slew Molor, conquered the Fek'Ihri, and forged the first Empire. And now, I hold it in my hands!
: Did you see the look on the face of that Klingon that I killed? It was as if he understood the honor bestowed upon him. The first man in a thousand years to be killed by the Sword of Kahless! Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: I'm sure he was very proud.
[Worf is protesting about Kor's disrespectful treatment of the Sword
: Look at him! He's like the Hur'q. He thinks it's a museum piece. Why, Kahless himself used it to skin the serpent of Xol, to harvest his father's field, to carve a statue of his own beloved. It's a sword!
: [referring to Worf
] If he hadn't spared Toral's life, we'd be on the way to Qo'noS. Lt. Commander Worf
: And if you had not been drunk and told a tavernful of people what you were planning, Toral would not have followed us here in the first place. Kor
: I told them nothing of consequence! How can I know that Toral was going to send a Lethean to steal my thoughts? Lt. Commander Worf
: You should have been more discreet! Kor
: And you should've been more of a Klingon!
: [of Worf
] I'm beginning to think I was too lenient in my judgment of him. Any Klingon who denies himself the Right of Vengeance is no Klingon at all. He dishonors the Sword with his presence. I don't trust him. I should've let him stay on that space station where he belongs.
: [to Worf
] I'll take the Sword to my grave before I give it to you!
[Worf and Kor are interlocked in a stranglehold, until Dax ends the battle stunning Worf
: Dax, I knew in the end you'd choose me. We're blood brothers... Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: Be quiet!
Lt. Commander Worf
: The Sword is not meant for us. It was never our destiny to find it. Kor
: You're wrong. It was our destiny to find it. It just wasn't our destiny... to keep it.
[Worf has beamed the Sword into space
] Lt. Commander Worf
: It is done. Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: Good. It's for the best. Kor
: I hope you're right. It could be lost for another thousand years. Lt. Commander Worf
: When it is destined to be found... it will be.
: [before entering the wormhole
] Let this moment be remembered. For on this day, we three, Kor, Dahar Master of the Klingons, Jadzia Dax, a joined Trill of seven lives, and Worf, son of Mogh, and thorn in Gowron's side... together stepped forth into the eye of destiny.
Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: Kor! I have someone I'd like you to meet. Kor
: Oh? Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: I'd like you to meet our Strategic Operations Officer, Commander Worf. Kor
: Ah, Worf the traitor. The pariah. The lowest of the low!
[long tense pause, then his face turns into a smile
: It's a pleasure to meet you.
: [to Worf
] I am on a quest, a quest for the most revered icon in Klingon history. Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
] Kor... Kor
: An icon that predates the Klingon Empire. An icon more sacred than the torch of G'Bok... Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: Kor! Kor
: [ignoring her
] ... more revered than Sabak's armor, and more coveted than the Emperor's Crown. Lt. Commander Worf
: The Sword of Kahless! Kor
: Ah! Lt. Commander Jadzia Dax
: You told *me* not to tell anybody. Kor
: He guessed!
: Smile and smile... I don't trust men who smile too much.
[Kirk is posing as an Organian
: Where is your smile? Captain James T. Kirk
: My what? Kor
: The stupid, idiotic smile everyone else seems to be wearing.
: Do you also welcome me? Captain James T. Kirk
: You're here; there's nothing I can do about it. Kor
] Good, honest hatred. Very refreshing.
: [to Kirk, who is posing as Baroner, an Organian
] You do not like to be pushed. Very good. You may be a man I can deal with, Baroner.
: Oh, eventually, you will have peace; but only after millions of people have died. It is true that in the future, you and the Klingons will become fast friends. You will work together. Kor
Captain James T. Kirk
: [to Ayelborne
] I am used to the idea of dying. But I have no desire to die for the likes of you. Kor
: I don't blame you, Captain.
: You speak of courage. Obviously you do not know the difference between courage and foolhardiness. Always it is the brave ones who die. The soldiers. I hope you will continue to savor the sweetness of your life. You disgust me!
: Tell me about the dispersal of your Starfleet. Captain James T. Kirk
] Go climb a tree. Kor
: Hm. I can get what I want through our mind scanner, but... there would be very little of your mind left, Captain. I have no desire to see you become a vegetable.
: We are similar as a species. Here we are on a planet of sheep, two tigers, predators, hunters... killers. And it is precisely that which makes us great. And there is a universe to be taken. Captain James T. Kirk
: It's a very large universe, Commander, full of people who don't like the Klingons. Kor
: Excellent. Then it shall be a matter of testing each other's wills, and power. Survival must be earned, Captain.
: Bad enough to be a military governor, but to govern a population of sheep? Very well, Lieutenant. Round up 200 more. Lieutenant
: Yes, sir. Kor
: Fools! Will I have to kill 'em all?
: [talking about Mr. Spock
] He will be examined. If he is lying, he will die. If he is telling the truth... he will find that business has taken a turn for the worse.
: You have done well to get this far through my guards. Mr. Spock
: I believe you'll find that several of them are no longer in perfect operating condition.
[Ayelborne and Claymare have interfered in the quarrel between Kirk and Kor
] Captain James T. Kirk
: You have no right to dictate to our Federation... Kor
: Or our Empire! Captain James T. Kirk
: ...how to handle their interstellar relations! We have the right... Ayelborne
: To wage war, Captain? To kill millions of innocent people? To destroy life on a planetary scale? Is that what you're defending?
Captain James T. Kirk
: Well, Commander, I guess that takes care of the war. Obviously, the Organians aren't going to let us fight. Kor
: A shame, Captain. It would have been glorious.
: How do we know that he's even inside? Lieutenant Jadzia Dax
: Good question. Koloth
: [gets up
] Wait here! Kor
: Where're you going? Koloth
: I'm going to find out if he's inside. Kor
: And how do you intend to do that? Koloth
: I'll *ask* somebody!
] I didn't see him coming. Kor
: Even you cannot have eyes in the back of your head, my friend.
[Quark shuts off the holosuite, and Kor storms out, clutching a bottle
] You dare interrupt the Battle of Klach D'Kel Brakt, you Ferengi k'pekt?
[while Quark cowers, Odo grabs Kor's hand and gently takes the bottle away
: The battle is over. The people are waiting to celebrate your victory. Kor
] They are? Lead the way, then!
[Koloth carefully cuts a piece of cake in half
] Look at him. He practices cuts and thrusts even with his food! Little children do that. Koloth
: A sharp knife is nothing without a sharp eye. Kor
: [to Dax
] Oh? It's been forty years since even his good eye was sharp. Ah, it's luck when you hit the plate!
[a slightly drunk Kor sits at the bar, with a young woman on each arm and a mug in front of him
] I need another arm! Or am I doomed to choose between perfection and palate? Lieutenant Jadzia Dax
: Let me spare you that decision.
[she lifts his mug to his lips
[a drunken Kor is passed out in a holding cell
: Sir, if you'll wake up, I'll release you into your friend's custody. Kor
: [looks up
] K-Koloth? wIj jup, my old friend. Oh, I knew you'd be here. Koloth
: You disgrace yourself, and our purpose! I do not go into battle with one whose honor is washed away in Breshtanti ale! Koloth
: [to Odo
] Keep him!
: There is tension on your face, Koloth. You ought to drink more!
: The only weight I carry now, dear comrade, is... is my own bulbous body. I-I was once, if you remember, far less than you see. And far more than I've become.
: Kang thinks to much, Koloth doesn't feel enough.
: Of course you should come. The splendor of fighting and killing, a blood bath in the course of vengeance, who wouldn't want to come?
: We will overwhelm them, to glorious victory! Koloth
: Or a glorious death! Kor
: It is a good day to die. Lieutenant Jadzia Dax
: It is a good day to die.
: Where is Koloth? Kor
: He is dead. Kang
: [breathes heavily
] I was right, Dax. It is a good day to die...
] Lieutenant Jadzia Dax
] It's never a good day to lose a friend.
[Kor intones a Klingon funeral dirge in honor of his fallen comrades
: Long live the Empire!
: 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.
: Help me fight again, Worf. Help me end my life as I've lived it - as a warrior.
: [about Ezri
] Still the same old Dax. And yet not.
: 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. Kor
: I miss a great deal about those days. Darok
: The warriors on this ship - they don't know what they've missed. But such is the way with children. They often let the promise of the future obscure the glories of the past. Kor
: Is there a point to this nostalgic indulgence? Darok
: 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're quick to judge, and slow to forgive. They still have much to learn.
[Darok tells Kor about Worf's plan to engage the Jem'Hadar fleet with only one ship
: It can be done. The key is to confuse their sensors in the opening moments... with a spread of torpedoes. Darok
: 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. Kor
: Such a man would not take the job - unless he *were* certain.
: Do you have any message you want me to convey to Jadzia?
[to Worf, just before knocking him out with a hypospray
: [to the unconscious Worf
] 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. Goodbye, my friend. Live well.
: I heard the news about Jadzia. Lt. Commander Worf
: She died a warrior. Kor
: I expected nothing less.