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Captain's Log,
Stardate 41235.25:

Our location, planet Ligon ll.

Source of a rare vaccine needed
on Federation planet Styris lV.

Starfleet has instructed me
to engage in a friendly visit

and open treaty negotiations

to acquire
this medicinal substance.

Standard orbit, sir.

Lieutenant Yar calling
from Cargo Bay 1, sir.

Standing by to beam the Ligonian
welcoming party aboard.

On our way.

You have the helm, Mr. Data.

Cargo 1.

This should be
an interesting experience.

Agreed.

Not only are they
closely humanoid

but their history has
remarkable similarities to ours.

A highly structured society

and they're exceedingly proud.

They've insisted on

using their own
transporter device, sir.

It's their way, Lieutenant.

Do they have our coordinates?

They have, sir, precisely

and they're standing by
for your signal.

This is Captain Picard

aboard the Starfleet
vessel Enterprise.

Please do us the honor
of visiting our vessel.

I am Lutan.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard.

Welcome aboard.

These are my officers.

My second in command

Commander William Riker...

ship's counselor, Deanna Troi...

and my security officer

Lieutenant Natasha Yar.

A woman?

Your chief of security?

Yes, Lutan.

That is her expertise.

I am honored
to meet your officers.

This is my secondary, Hagon.

A sample of the vaccine.

My duty, Lutan.

I'm sorry,
but I'm required to inspect...

Out of my way, woman!

How interesting.

May we prove as surprising
to you.

If I may suggest, sir...

no apology.

In their view,
it would weaken us.

Nothing concealed, Captain.

Would you care to accept it?

Unless you care to
examine it further.

Absolutely not.

This vaccine sample
is a gift of life

and we are honored
at receiving it.

Would you do us
the additional honor now

of letting us entertain you?

Yes, yes, please prepare it.

We shall join you shortly.

I ask forgiveness.

They are strange alien things.

You bear no fault.

But the female...

May be exactly
what I have needed.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission--

to explore
strange new worlds

to seek out new life
and new civilizations

to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

Lutan, we are aware of many
of your planet's achievements

and its unique similarity

to an ancient Earth
culture we all admire.

On behalf of the
Federation, therefore

I would like to present

this token of our
gratitude and friendship.

From China's Sung Dynasty

14th century.

13th century, sir.

Ah, yes, indeed.

A most thoughtful gift.

We are pleased.

We of Ligon

have been apprehensive
about strangers.

We are not as technologically
advanced as you

yet we possess
something you do not--

a vaccine which has been found
to be an effective antidote

against your dreaded
Anchilles fever.

If you respect our customs

and we see that respect

we will be friends

and we will make the antidote
available to all who need it.

If you require respect from us

I'm sure that you will see it.

Surrounded by such friendship

I feel no need for my guards.

I will return shortly.

Prepare to transport me then.

If there is anything else

any further courtesy...

Would it be possible

to see one of your
wondrous holodecks?

We have heard how they are
used to train your officers.

And used for many
other things, too.

Commander Riker

perhaps you and Counselor Troi
would demonstrate.

Would it be possible

for Lieutenant Yar
to do so, Captain?

Some demonstration
of defense training?

We've noticed you're intrigued

with her having
security responsibilities.

But these things are not
at all unusual with us.

With us, it is the duty
of women only to own the land

and the duty of men
to protect...

and rule it.

Much the same has happened
in human history, too.

I'd like to do it, sir...

as a sign of respect, perhaps.

Very well.

This way, please.

Aikido, one.

It won't move again until
my actions activate it.

You can create people
without a soul?

It's not a real person, Lutan.

It has no life.

Everything it does is
controlled by computer.

Who am l?

Do you hear me?

But it will feel real
when it hits you.

A force like that

cannot possibly come
from an image, Lutan.

Then you will show me, Hagon.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

How very enlightening.

Aikido, vanish.

I could create two... even three

but, really, one is enough.

As you fight with it, it learns

and before long, it knows
exactly how to defeat you.

Even the extraordinary
Lieutenant Yar?

It forces us to keep improving.

Your skill impresses me.

I like you.

Farewell, my new friends
of the noble Enterprise.

Understanding has made friends
of many different people.

We've had a good beginning,
Lutan.

May I also extend a personal
farewell to Lieutenant Yar

in your federation terms?

Picard to Bridge.

Red alert!

Shields up.

Photon torpedoes
activated, sir.

What com contact do we have?

With their orbital
control station, sir.

Make contact there

and on all hailing frequencies.

This is the Enterprise to Lutan
and the Ligonian government.

You have committed
an unfriendly act.

We insist that
you reply immediately.

Photon torpedoes ready, sir.

Set them for a display blast

a thousand meters short
of the planet surface.

Set.

Fire.

Do we know the source
of their transporter beam?

Our own transporter people
have tried to trace it, sir

but to no effect.

It reads similar
to early Starfleet efforts

but uses the Heglenian shift

to convert energy and matter
in different...

which is actually not
important at this time.

This is Captain Picard
of the Enterprise

with a message to Lutan

whom I have so far
acknowledged as a friend.

But you have now committed

what our laws regard
as an attack upon us.

Since you have
visited our vessel

you most certainly
know the power of it.

We insist that you reply
to this message.

Opinion, Counselor.

Will they injure Lieutenant Yar?

I believe not, sir.

They seem mainly curious.

In the case of Lutan, however

I did feel other needs.

What kind of needs?

Some sexual attraction
from all the males.

Lieutenant Yar is
physically very attractive.

But with Lutan,
I felt something else.

Something more like

avarice or ambition.

Other comments?

If I may, sir?

One of the things

about them
in the briefing studies

was their respect for patience.

Strongly emphasized.

And you can see it

in the precise, ritualistic way
they do things.

I'm worried about
Lieutenant Yar, too, sir.

Maybe we should sit
and wait them out.

Stardate 41235.32:

I am concerned

over a full day of waiting
with no response from Lutan.

We are now testing

whether they are aware of
our sensors probing them.

So far, we believe

we have pinpointed
Lutan's government compound.

The vaccine, sir.

Yes, Doctor?

The vaccine.

I'm a physician--
I've seen death--

but not on the scale
this could mean.

You were testing if you
can replicate the vaccine.

And we can't.

The sample works fine
when used as an injection

but becomes unstable
when we try to replicate it.

You must get the vaccine
from the planet, Captain

as much as you can immediately.

I'm aware of that, Doctor.

You've never had to watch
a patient die from this disease.

That's true.

But I have seen
my share of death.

Damn!

Where are the calluses

we doctors are supposed
to grow over our feelings?

Perhaps the good ones
never get them.

May I speak to you
about my son, Wesley?

What?

Oh. Yes.

All right.

He seems quite interested

in starship operations

and, speaking as a mother,
of course

he seems quite knowledgeable.

Well, yes...
speaking as a mother.

He's on the turbolift.

You'll remember you ordered him
to stay off of the Bridge.

Wesley.

I haven't stepped one foot
on your Bridge, Captain.

All right, sir, I'll see
that he leaves immediately.

No.

No?

Why don't you sit at Ops

next to Lieutenant La Forge?

Sir?

Sir?

Is the whole ship deaf?

Sit down over there, young man.

Temporarily.

Captain, we have
more information

from the briefing studies
on Ligon.

Oh, excuse me.

Dr. Crusher, some of this
may interest you.

Let's hear the analysis.

It is a highly
structured society

in which people live
by strict codes of honor.

For example, what Lutan did

is similar to what certain
American lndians once did

called "counting coup."

That is from an obscure
language known as French.

"Counting coup..."

Mr. Data, the French language

for centuries on Earth
represented civilization.

Indeed?

But surely, sir...

I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data.

Yes, sir.

"Counting coup" could be

something as simple as touching
an enemy with a stick in battle

or taking something
from him and escaping.

It was considered
extremely heroic.

And under these circumstances

Lutan considers himself heroic

risking literally everything

in the face
of our superior power.

And it fits Lutan's
personality profile as well.

He has an abnormally high
need for achievement.

Self-image to him is a function

of what he thinks he's achieved.

Those who set their standards
too high can kill to meet them.

Why Tasha?

As a Starfleet security officer

she may have represented
his riskiest prize.

Transmission from
planet surface, sir.

Main viewer on.

Well, Lutan, what do you want?

You will display
your image, please.

What is required is an image
of Lieutenant Yar, well and...

Are you making demands, Captain?

Sir.

According to
the Ligon code of honor

Lutan has done
what he set out to do:

achieve recognition
for being daring and bold.

We've studied this
in some depth now, sir.

The proper thing
for you to do now

is to ask to get Tasha back.

Ask for her?

Politely, Captain.

And now, Lutan

you have boldly taken
Lieutenant Yar from us

and we ask that...

that you now please return her.

Then come visit us, Captain

and we shall return her to you.

Commander.

"Commander"?

That's quite formal.

So is this request, sir.

We believe
it would be preferable

if the Captain led
this away party.

Agreed, sir.

Their customs concerning guests
make it much preferable.

And I'm very much
against that idea.

Lutan is clearly a liar
and devious.

Counselor Troi has admitted

that she believes
he's capable of killing.

It's my duty is to keep
the Captain from danger, sir.

Except that Ligonian custom
makes it clear

that a visiting leader
becomes an honored guest.

Not us.

Not second in command.

Him.

And the custom requires

that Lutan should die
rather than violate that.

Yes, it seems reasonable,
put that way.

But I warn you, if you get hurt

I'll put you on report, Captain.

Welcome to my centerplace,
Captain Picard.

Consider yourselves
my honored guests.

Every hospitality
will be accorded you.

This is my first one:

Yareena.

Lutan is a fortunate man.

You've met Counselor Troi.

Yes. As on your vessel

you have only to name whatever
courtesy we can provide.

Then, sir, the courtesy
of seeing Lieutenant Yar.

Lieutenant Yar will be
returned to you tonight

at a banquet I have arranged
in your honor.

I'd like to see her now.

Bring Lieutenant Yar.

I find it odd, Captain,
that a man of your experience

has such difficulty

in understanding
ordinary politeness.

Such as the politeness
of saying "please"

before abducting someone?

The expression "please" is used

only when requesting
the person back.

Yours is a different world.

With clear and simple ways
deeply rooted in our culture.

If you are willing to ask
for Lieutenant Yar's return

tonight in front of all

honor will be satisfied.

One can see the importance
of honor here, sir.

Honor is everything.

Have you been treated well,
Lieutenant?

Fine, Captain.

But they're showing
some signs of wear.

There isn't any need
to be concerned, Captain.

She's been well cared for.

My ship's company
and I are certain

of your gentle wisdom in that.

For a moment, I thought
I heard a threat implied.

But that would be foolishness.

Something to be carefully
avoided, I agree.

The festivities for her return
to you are in preparation.

Shall we retire till then?

Until tonight, Lutan.

Lutan, you have granted us
hospitality

and the safety
of your centerplace.

The gifts you give us
are rare and precious.

We thank you.

And now, according
to the customs of your ancestors

whom we honor and respect

I am here in peace

to ask for the return
of Lieutenant Yar.

Well spoken.

There are those among my equals
in this gathering who were wary

of my approaching
the Federation.

I am proud to have taken

this first step toward a treaty

and proud that we have something
of great value to offer you.

A priceless,
life-giving vaccine.

The abduction I have done
according to our custom

for all to see.

Your conduct in this matter

has been beyond exemplary,
Captain Picard.

But now that the moment has come

I find that I cannot part
with her.

You speak of a code of honor.

What you are saying now
according to our customs

is called an act of war.

This is not an act of war,
but of love.

I want Lieutenant Yar
to become my first one.

I challenge your right
of supersedence!

No woman has challenged
supersedence for over 200 years.

The right is mine
and I will have it.

Natasha Yar, I challenge you.

A struggle to the death.

No!

The challenge
is unequivocally refused.

Then you shall have
no treaty, no vaccine

and no Lieutenant Yar!

Ship's Log,
First Officer Riker reporting:

We've been informed

of the challenge
to Lieutenant Yar

and are maintaining combat
readiness around the clock.

We are probing Lutan's compound
deeply with our sensors now

still unnoticed.

Captain. Deanna.

Did you have any idea,
Lieutenant

that Lutan was suddenly
going to announce

that he wanted you
for his first one?

No, sir.

Tell me what you know
about this.

Nothing, sir.

But it was a thrill.

Lutan is such...

such a basic male image

and having him say
he wants you...

Yes, of course it made
me feel good when he...

Troi, I'm your friend
and you tricked me!

Only so you'd think about it
completely and clearly.

We're all being manipulated,
Lieutenant

myself most of all.

How simple all this would be
without the prime directive.

That thought had passed
through my mind, Counselor.

What is this message
from Starbase 14?

It's showing
the infection rates--

percentage illness increases.

Plague on Styris lV has
flared up out of control.

They're estimating deaths

in the millions, sir.

Captain Picard, come in.

I know I can win--

not that I'd take
her life, of course--

but I'd be glad
to embarrass her.

The idea of accusing me
of taking...

The plague?

If anything, even worse
than we'd heard.

Which means they desperately
need the vaccine, sir.

And I know I can
win this challenge.

You have nothing to prove here,
Lieutenant.

But the vaccine is important
in this case, sir.

Counselor, you're the last
person I'd expect to argue

in favor of accepting
the challenge.

Betazoid blood
is also practical, Captain.

The odds are very good she'd
defeat Lutan's wife easily

and you would win all the
bargaining points you need.

"The odds are..."

You have pointed out yourself

we are all at risk

every day of every mission.

I want some explanation
from Lutan.

Lutan, why are you obsessed
with this Lieutenant Yar?

Surely Yareena
is more desirable.

Certainly she can
offer you much more.

She owns many things,
many lands.

It's a great pity you began

by abducting
my security officer, Lutan

because I should
tell you, I do admire

the hospitality you offer here.

I am in the grip of forces
you do not understand.

Some of it I do understand.

She's a rather lovely female.

You surprise me, Captain.

What do you know
of needs and feelings?

Nothing.

Well, almost nothing--

in my position
as ship's Captain.

I see.

But it puzzles me.

If you feel like that for Tasha

why have you challenged her
to a fight to the death?

Not l; Yareena.

I am merely a spectator.

Ah, but you are also a man
of great importance and wealth.

Great importance, perhaps,
but he doe...

I see.

You too understand
the proper value of women.

We understand that they are
highly pleasant things

but, after all, unimportant--
except for the land they own.

You are a truly
clever person, Lutan.

You stand to lose nothing

either way the challenge goes.

A code of honor protects one,
Captain, like a magic cloak.

I will order Lieutenant Yar
to fight.

And may your cloak bring you
all you deserve.

Come in.

Why that razor, my friend?

Why not the one I adjusted
to perfect efficiency?

Shaving is
a human art form, Data.

Technological perfection
can shave too close.

Puzzling.

How can anything
be too efficient?

Thousands of things
are too efficient, Data

at least for humans.

We always come back
to the human equation.

Exactly.

Have you continued
to work on it?

Constantly, my friend...

particularly the humor.

A man goes to a store
to buy some kidneys.

Oh, no...

He says to the shopkeeper

"I'd like a pound of
kiddillies, please."

The shopkeeper says, "You
mean kidneys, don't you?"

The man says, "l said
kiddillies, diddle l?"

It's too old

and you didn't
tell it very well.

How do you know when
something is funny?

It's not explainable.

You... you just do.

Perhaps it is you, Geordi.

Includling the kiddillies

I've told 662 jokes
and you've not...

"lncludling the kiddillies"!

Now, see, that's funny.

It was not meant as a joke.

The tongue slipped.

Oh... oh boy.

Riker to Commander Data,
Lieutenant La Forge.

Report to the transporter room
for away-party duty.

First Officer to Captain.

Ready with the away personnel.

Lock in on this location.

Transporter locked in, sir.

Energize!

You've both seen the message
about the plague?

And how badly the vaccine
is needed, yes, sir.

We need to know
as much as possible

about Ligonian armaments.

Data, especially important

is an analysis
of their combat capabilities.

Geordi, concentrate
on their cutting edges

wherever applicable--
durability, composition

weaknesses of material.

Aye, sir.

From any particular
point of view, sir?

From the perspective
of Lieutenant Yar

using them in combat
with Lutan's wife.

Most interesting.

Could this be
human joke number 663?

Negative, Data.

That's a Captain's order.

Which makes it important to know

which of these weapons
are to be used.

And that won't be known
until combat begins.

You're right, Data.

It does sound like a joke.

With the power of the Enterprise

we could overwhelm this place
easily, just take what we want.

I may not understand
human humor, sir

but I am a Starfleet
Academy graduate.

Which means, of course...

Understanding
the prime directive, sir.

And that is, ironically,
what this is about.

By our standards, the customs
here, their... code of honor

is the same kind of pompous,
strutting charades

that endangered our own species
a few centuries ago.

We evolved out of it

because no one tried
to impose their own set of...

I'm sorry, this is
becoming a speech.

You are the Captain, sir.

You're entitled.

Mm, not entitled to ramble on
about something everyone knows.

Carry on.

Ship's Log, Commander
William Riker reporting:

Continuing our appraisal
of Ligonian technology

the Captain has made it clear
he wants Lieutenant Yar

beamed immediately to safety

if her life should
become endangered.

I fervently hope the rules of
that contest make it possible.

Riker to Transporter Chief.

Do we have our people
on sensors yet?

Their general area, sir,
visual on screen now.

As you see, we're still
doing some fine tuning.

I've agreed to this meeting

but I see no point to it.

You've accepted the challenge

and there is nothing
further to say.

I think you should
know that there is

no physical training anywhere
that matches Starfleet

especially its security people.

And you should know that even
though these contests are rare

we have a tradition of making
ourselves capable of them.

Yareena, my acceptance had
nothing to do with Lutan.

It has everything
to do with Lutan!

Lutan wants you
to be his first one.

Impossible, Yareena.

I am a career Starfleet officer.

How could you not love him?

Every woman loves him.

I fight for the vaccine.

That's the truth.

The truth is, I will
kill you if I can.

And believe me, I can.

There's nothing else to say.

In my world, it's
a greater honor to refuse...

You are on our world!

Captain, I'm your counselor.

You brought me with you
to Ligon to be of help.

Then help me, please.

What is a way out of this?

With the vaccine?

Mm-hmm.

None.

The weapons in that room,
Captain

are surprisingly flexible,
durable and deadly.

And light, as if they
were made for women to use.

Mm. Some still have traces
of blood and poison.

Poison?

Mm, alkaloid base. Lethal.

What about those lengths of
metal in the yard outside?

Uncertain, sir.

However, joined together

they would make
a rectangle or square

enclosing 121 square meters.

If put end to end vertically

they would make
a pole 44 meters high--

or two of 22.

Thank you, Data.

You're welcome, sir.

She won't budge.

She loves him,
without reservation.

And she thinks
I love him, too.

Most interesting.

Do you?

Of course I don't, Data.

As Troi pointed out to me,
I'm attracted to him

but that's entirely different.

Riker to Captain.

Go ahead, Riker.

We're alone.

We're fine-tuned enough

to see your hosts gathering
in the open area outside, sir.

Three of them are heading
for your location.

Thank you, Number One.

Lieutenant, you still
feel that you want

to go through
with this challenge?

You judge your condition good?

I judge it excellent, sir.

Your weapons, Lieutenant Yar.

You may choose your size.

Tasha, don't touch the spines.

They're poisoned.

If you're not careful,
you could kill yourself.

These I understand.

First Officer's Log,
supplemental:

Captain Picard,
faced with a critical need

for a vaccine produced
on this planet

has permitted
Lieutenant Natasha Yar

to engage in a fight
to the death.

I have yet to understand
his reasoning or his plan.

Care to lend a hand?

Sit at Ops.

Was I seen leaving?

They've got eyes
only for the program.

Captain Picard wanted no risk

of our communication
being overheard.

You are to proceed now,
as he indicated.

Captain's orders, too.

Did the Captain understand

what you and Geordi reported
about these weapons--

they're razor-sharp,
split-second lethal?

I'm here to brief you
on what he plans.

Any last-minute
instructions, sir?

Stay alive.

We'll hope to do the rest.

I speak for Lutan.

The rules are known.

Let combat continue
until there is a victor.

It will not be interrupted.

Combatants!

Hold your positions.

Return the weapon.

Careful, Yareena!

Move!

We're too late.

She's growing cold.

Sorry, that clashes

with my instructions.

No, no... no, no.

Exactly what do you
find unfair, Lutan?

They fought to the death.

You saw the final blow.

You know the effects
of your poison.

But what of your Lieutenant Yar?

She is to become
my first one now.

I certainly won't stop her

if she cares
to claim that honor.

Remember, you have all Yareena's
wealth and lands, Lutan.

At least all has not been lost.

Riker to Captain.

Picard here.

Since you've fulfilled
your agreement, Captain

can we now beam
the vaccine aboard?

Ah, yes, of course.

No problem, Number One.

Send down a medical team.

And to complete
our business here--

we're locked onto you.

Five to beam up.

Energize.

Welcome back, Captain.

You're wanted in the lounge.

This way, gentlemen.