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Riker:
Looking good. I'll go five.

- Pulaski: Here.
- And five more.

I believe the wiser course
of action here is to bend.

- You mean "fold," data.
- That is correct. Fold.

To bend, to make compact
or to capitulate.

I raise 50.

I do not believe lieutenant worf
understands all the nuances

of this betting procedure.

I wouldn't be so quick to judge, data.
His pile's a lot bigger than yours.

Than any of ours.

The cards have been favoring
the lieutenant.

But that is the result
of random chance.

Therefore, a temporary situation.

- You hope.
- Talk or play. Not both.

- Fifty, right?
- Fifty is the bet.

What's the matter?
Your feet getting cold?

My cards are getting cold.
Here you go.

I'm glad you stayed in.
I need the chips.

Talk, talk, talk.

Okay, here's the action.

- Fifty and another 50.
- Ouch.

Fold, fold, fold.

Love to play
but not with these cards.

Looks like it's just us, handsome.

I'll see you.

[Geordi whistles]

Beats my straight.

Riker: The iceman wins again.

You took my last chip.
You could at least smile, worf.

Smiling would break
his concentration.

Your deal.

The game is seven card stud.

After the queen, one-eyed Jacks
and low card in the hole are wild.

Wait a minute,
let me write this down.

I open with 50.

Man [over com]:
Bridge to commander riker.

We 're receiving a class-11 emergency
signal from starfleet command.

On my way.

Geordi:
Fifty? You were bluffing.

- Klingons never bluff.
- Geordi: Yeah, right.

[Keypad beeping]

- Mr. Data?
- Emergency signal reads as follows:

"Enterprise to divert to coordinates
423 by 112 by 51 immediately.

- Further orders forthcoming."
- That's it?

- What's the emergency?
- The message did not elaborate, sir.

You'd think
they'd at least give us a hint.

- Clancey: Course laid in, captain.
- Warp 8.

Whenever starfleet gets enigmatic,
I know we're about to face a challenge.

Engage.

Picard:
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.

Our destination is a point
near the boradis system.

That area was colonized recently,
as I recall.

The first federation outpost was
established 34 years ago on boradis III.

Since then, the federation has
colonized several planets in that sector.

Yet we are not headed
for a specific colony.

The coordinates given
are outside the boradis system.

- Any problems reported in that area?
- Data: None, sir.

What the devil is going on?

[Computer beeping]

Captain,
starfleet command is hailing us.

About time. On-screen.

Greetings, captain picard.

My compliments, admiral gromek.

Captain, you will soon be joined
by a federation special emissary

from starbase 153.

We are now transmitting
the specifics.

We are receiving, sir.

Gromek:
The rendezvous will be a bit tricky,

so it is imperative that you reach
the intercept point on schedule.

Understood. And the mission?

The envoy will fill you in.
You are to cooperate fully.

- Admiral, can you give me any details?
- Gromek: Negative.

Admiral, it's a little difficult to prepare
for a mission I know nothing about.

I sympathize, Jean-Luc,

but starfleet command
considers this a top security matter.

Once the envoy has briefed you,
I think you will understand our caution.

Gromek out.

Data, what ship
is transporting the envoy?

Data: Apparently, there were no
starships available on starbase 153.

The envoy's aboard a class-8 probe.

A class-8 probe
is just over 2 meters long.

Yes, that's true, number one.

If the transmitters and the sensors
were removed

and a life-support system installed,

there would be just enough room
for one person.

And it is designed to travel
at warp 9.

By sending the probe to meet us,
rather than diverting the enterprise,

they are saving us 6.1 hours.

Obviously, starfleet feels
that time is of the essence.

But still, to seal someone inside
a class-8 probe and launch it off,

it's a hell of a way to transport
a federation dignitary.

Coming to 31, Mark 113.

We are on a course
precisely parallel to the probe, sir.

Increase speed to warp 8.9.

Eight-point-nine, aye.

Full sensors aft.

Scanning.

Data, if we project our course
beyond the rendezvous coordinates,

what lies ahead?

As far as I can determine, sir,
very little.

There are four colonies
in the boradis system

as well as nine other outposts
scattered throughout the sector.

I have it, sir.
Bearing 05, Mark 231.

Velocity, warp 9.

I see it.

Adjust speed to intercept.

Probe is coming up to starboard.

Range 8,200. Tractor beam ready.

Mr. La forge?

Transporter ready, captain.

Range now 7,500.

Steady as she goes.

- Probe is standing abeam.
- Engage tractor beam.

O'brien [over com]:
Transporter beam locked, captain.

Energize.

- Probe aboard, captain.
- Acknowledged.

- Number one?
- I'll welcome our visitor.

Resume original course and speed.

Aye, sir.

All yours, commander.

Something wrong, doctor?

I'm not sure.

The readings are quite interesting.

I greet you. I am k'ehleyr.

[Speaking in klingon]

You speak klingon.

A little.
I'm commander William riker.

This is chief medical officer
Katherine pulaski.

I hope your voyage
wasn't too unpleasant.

Klingons are not supposed
to mind hardships.

Nonetheless, I am delighted
to be out of that damned coffin.

I don't blame you. Not the most
luxurious accommodations

starfleet has to offer.

Whoever said, "getting there was half
the fun," never rode in a class-8 probe.

How are you feeling?

Your vital signs are rather
atypical for a klingon.

No doubt
because I am only half klingon.

Oh?

Yes. My father was klingon.
My mother was human.

Captain.

Allow me to present
special federation emissary k'ehleyr.

Welcome aboard.
I'm Jean-Luc picard.

This is counselor troi,

lieutenant commander data,

- and this is lieutenant...
- Worf.

So this is where you've been hiding.
I told you we'd meet again.

- Aren't you going to greet me?
- I have nothing to say to you.

Haven't changed a bit.

Well, I missed you too.

Two days ago, starbase 336
received an automated transmission

from a klingon ship, the t'ong.

That ship was sent out
over 75 years ago.

When the federation and
the klingon empire were still at war.

The message was directed
to the klingon high command.

It said only that
the ship was returning home

and was about to reach
its awakening point.

Which suggests that the crew
had been in cryogenic sleep

for that long journey.

- Exactly.
- And when this crew is revived...?

We'll have a ship full of klingons
who think the war is still going on.

So our task is to find the ship and tell
the klingons they are no longer at war.

Why us? Wouldn't a klingon ship
be a better choice?

A klingon ship, the p'rang,
is on its way,

but it's two days behind us.
That may be too late.

Why too late?

Riker:
When the t'ong crew awakens,

it will be within striking range
of several federation outposts.

There are 13 colonies
with minimal defenses in that sector.

Nice ripe targets
for a klingon warship.

And you believe
you can convince these klingons

that the humans
are now their allies?

No. Not a chance.

If you ask me,
talking will be a waste of time.

Klingons of that era
were raised to despise humans.

We'll try diplomacy.
But I promise you, it won't work.

And then you'll have to destroy them.

Captain, these klingons are killers.
You'll have no choice.

We shall find another choice.

I want options and I want them
before we encounter the klingon ship.

Lieutenant, I'm assigning you
to help the emissary.

Dismissed.

I will escort you
to the guest quarters.

Captain.

Lieutenant?

Sir, I suggest
commander riker or data

would better serve
special emissary k'ehleyr.

Are there any personal reasons
that you don't want the assignment?

Any professional reasons?

I withdraw my request, captain.

I didn't know it was possible
for a human and a klingon

- to produce a child.
- Actually the DNA is compatible.

With a fair amount of help.
Rather like my parents.

I know exactly what you mean.

My father was human
and my mother is a betazoid.

Really?

It was the other way around for me.
My mother was human.

You must have grown up like I did,
trapped between cultures.

I never felt trapped.

I tried to experience the richness
and diversity of the two worlds.

Perhaps you got the best of each.

Myself,
I think I got the worst of each.

- Oh, I doubt that.
- Oh, yes.

Having my mother's sense of humor
is bad enough.

It's gotten me into plenty of trouble.

And your klingon side?

That I keep under tight control.
It's like a terrible temper.

It's not something
I want people to see.

- Everyone has tempers.
- Not like mine.

Sometimes I feel there's a monster
inside of me, fighting to get out.

- And it frightens you.
- Of course it does.

My klingon side can be terrifying.

Even to me.

It gives you strength.
It's a part of you.

That doesn't mean I have to like it.

You are late.

Sorry. Had to make myself beautiful.

I fail to understand why.

Worf, we're alone now.

You don't have to act
like a klingon glacier.

I don't bite.

Well, that's wrong. I do bite.

Shall we proceed
with our assigned duties?

You weren't this aloof six years ago.

Or don't you remember?

There is nothing wrong
with my memory.

There's something wrong
with the rest of you.

- You're not even looking at me.
- I'm familiar with your appearance.

And it gives you no pleasure
to see me again.

It isn't as if we tried it
and it didn't work, you know.

You never gave it a chance.

I never?

I mean, as I see it, we have some

unfinished business, you and I.

Not as far as I'm concerned.

According to the library computer,
the captain of the t'ong is k'temoc.

But there is nothing
regarding the ship's mission.

Probably some
secret military objective.

Perhaps.

But we have no evidence of that.

Why else would there be no record
of the mission?

The records may simply
have been lost.

What does it matter? Our concern
is the present, the possible threat.

And to contend with that threat,
we need information.

We have all the information we need.

That is foolish.

Knowing their mission
might help us understand them.

There is nothing to understand.
These are klingons, they'll attack.

In their minds, we're the enemy.

And there's no way
we're going to talk them out of that.

And I do not appreciate
being interrupted.

And I do not appreciate
wasting my time.

We were instructed
to come up with options.

There aren't any.
The assignment's hopeless.

- There are always options.
- Oh, are there?

Tell me, whatever happened to that
wonderful klingon fatalism of yours?

My experiences
aboard this ship have taught me

most problems have
more than one solution.

Starfleet hasn't improved you
one bit.

You're as stubborn as ever.

Are you going to carry out your duties
or aren't you?

All right, I will.

Upon due consideration
of the problem,

and careful examination
of all possible options,

my original recommendation stands.

Meeting adjourned.

[Panting]

[Screams]

[Door chimes]

[Sighs]

Come.

You're upset.

Your finely honed betazoid sense
tell you that?

Well, that and the table.

[Chuckles]

I warned you about my klingon half.

May I make a suggestion?

I thank you, counselor,
but I don't want any counseling.

Actually, I was going to suggest
something else.

Oh?

I find the exercise programs
on the holodeck rigorous enough

to take my mind off
most frustrations.

And it'll keep me
from wrecking the ship.

[Laughs]

Computer: Enter program.

Show me the exercise menu.

Calisthenics program
of lieutenant worf.

Program complete.
You may enter when ready.

[Creatu re braying]

Status, Mr. Data?

Based on the last assumed
position of the klingon vessel,

its apparent trajectory, and our
estimates of their cruising speed,

we should be within scanner range
in 15 hours, 8 minutes.

Lieutenant?

Special emissary k'ehleyr
has declared a short recess, sir.

I wish to run a full diagnostic test
on all tactical back-up equipment.

We just ran a full test
on those systems.

I feel it necessary
to check them again.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant,
I commend your diligence,

however, I'm concerned
that you're working yourself too hard.

Sir, considering the unknown elements
we are about to face...

Lieutenant, I order you to relax.

I am relaxed.

Yes, sir.

I've never before seen
the lieutenant so unsettled.

The iceman's finally melting.

[Computer beeping]

[Squeals]

[Grunting]

[Panting]

It's not much of a program.

Computer.

Level2.

[Squeals]

[Growls]

Some calisthenics programs
are better than others.

You still can make jokes.

You don't like people
with a sense of humor?

I did not say that.

Worf, you're the perfect klingon.
The ultimate minimalist.

Talk to me.

I've noted that some people
use humor as a shield.

They talk much yet say little.

Whereas others
take a simpler approach.

Say nothing.

- When one does not have the words.
- Or is loath to speak them.

Why didn't we do this six years ago?

- We were not ready.
- I was.

No. We were both too young.
Too unaware.

We lacked commitment.

Perhaps we lacked courage as well.

No longer.

[Speaking in klingon]

- Wait, you can't mean...
- We are mated.

Yes, I know. I was there. But...

And now we must solemnize
our union with the oath.

- I am not going to become your wife.
- You already are.

Don't give me
that klingon nonsense.

You would dishonor
our sacred traditions?

They're not sacred. They're absurd.

Marrying you is out of the question
for a million reasons.

None of which stopped you earlier.

Worf, it was what it was.
Glorious and wonderful and all that.

But it doesn't mean anything.

That is a human attitude.

- I am human!
- You are also klingon!

So that means
we should bond for life?

It is our way.

Yours. Not mine.

[Speaking in klingon]

I will not take the oath.

Then this night had no meaning.
And that I will not believe.

Believe what you will.

- Approaching the coordinates.
- Slow to impulse.

Short- and long-range sensor scans
negative, captain.

Lay in a standard search pattern.

- Search pattern laid in.
- Full impulse, engage.

I hope we find them
before they come out of their nap.

Agreed.

There's not an outpost in this area
that could defend itself

from a klingon warship.

I've been working on our assignment,
trying a few computer simulations.

Your devotion to duty
is commendable, if belated.

Unwilling to be alone with me?

I asked commander data
to help us analyze the alternatives.

An Android chaperone?

"Android," of course, is correct,

but I fail to see how "chaperone"
is applicable to this situation.

Never mind.

I guess I can't blame you.

Tell me one thing,

you would have gone through
with the oath, wouldn't you?

Regardless of the consequences
to our careers, to our lives?

Honor demanded no less.

What do you want?

Is honor all you care about?

Don't you feel anything else?

No comment, huh?

Poor Android.

Whose behavior
do you find more perplexing?

Human or klingon?

At the moment,
I would find it difficult to choose.

So would I.

Okay.

When we locate the t'ong,
there are two possibilities.

First, we find the ship
before it reaches the awakening point.

In that case,
we simply keep the crew asleep.

- Is that feasible?
- Beam a team over to the t'ong

and override their cryogenic controls,
sure.

That way we simply await
the arrival of the klingon ship p'rang,

so that
when the t'ong's crew awakens,

they're surrounded
by their fellow klingons.

- That would be ideal.
- But there's the second possibility

that the crew of the t'ong
has already revived.

They realize
they're in federation territory

and attack the nearest outpost.

They could have been
on a scientific voyage.

Klingons of that era,
doing research for its own sake?

The point is,
they may be reasonable.

The point is
that this is beside the point.

These are klingons at war with us.

Whatever their mission was, once they
see a federation target, they'll attack.

Could the t'ong be disabled
rather than destroyed?

We could probably knock out
their warp-drive engines

- without damaging the rest of the ship.
- That would gain you nothing.

Disable the ship
and k'temoc will destroy it himself.

Klingons do not surrender.

K'ehleyr: If we don't reach the t'ong
before its crew wakes up,

you have no alternatives.

I can't accept that.

There must be some way
that we can make the klingons listen.

If we could only convince them...

Data [over com]:
Captain, we are detecting a ship

bearing 316, Mark 42,
extreme sensor range.

Lay an intercept course.
Go to yellow alert.

Shields are up.

Better lock in phasers.
This may be the only chance you get.

- Intercept course laid in.
- Hold this position.

Let's see if they spotted us.

Magnification, 100.

Mr. Data?

Sensors show life forms aboard
but I am unable to ascertain

whether they are awake or dormant.

However,
their propulsion system is inactive,

so I would hypothesize
that the crew is asleep.

[Klaxon blares]

However, I could be in error.

Shields holding.

They've cloaked themselves.

Well, captain,
you've had your chance.

Transferring engineering
to the bridge.

Can you find them?

Those old shields weren't particularly
efficient at blocking gamma-ray output.

If I can tune the sensors
to a particular band of...

There. Got them.

Transferring coordinates to helm.

- Intercept, warp 2.
- Clancey: Warp 2, sir.

Captain, let them die like klingons,
in battle.

They deserve that much.

Captain,

I have another option.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 42901 .3.

Despite their cloaking shields,

we have located
the klingon vessel t'ong.

In an effort to avoid
further confrontation,

we are about to implement the option
presented by lieutenant worf.

The t'ong has changed course
to 32, Mark 81.

Increasing to warp 3.

- Standard evasive maneuver.
- Helm, stay with them.

Yes, sir.

The t'ong is now on a heading
of 42, Mark 113.

They are accelerating to warp 5.

- They're gonna make a break for it.
- Overtake. Warp 8.

Now put us right in their path
and come to a full stop.

- Full power to shields.
- Man: Full power, sir.

Well, we've thrown down
the gauntlet.

Let's see if they pick it up.

They're slowing to impulse, sir.

[Klaxon blaring]

Phaser hit on fonnard shields.

Brimming up now. No damage.

I guess we piqued their interest now.

Agreed.

Let's give them a chance
to look their enemy in the face.

Ready, lieutenant.

Worf: Open hailing frequencies.
Man: Open, sir.

What?

What is this?

Captain k'temoc,
have you lost your mind?

Halt your vessel
and drop your shields.

What treachery is this?
By whose authority?

I am worf,
commanding the enterprise.

And it is you who have committed an
act of treason by firing on this vessel.

I have standing orders
to fire on all federation ships.

You fool!

Did it not occur to you
that the war would be over by now?

I have no proof of that.

Trust your eyes.

Or is your brain still stuck
in its long slumber?

How do I know
this is not a federation trick?

How can I be sure?

Captain, as you are new
to this century,

I have tried to be patient.

But I will tolerate
no further insubordination.

Drop your shields, immediately.

And if! Refuse?

Then die in ignorance.

I can waste no more time on you.

- Phasers to full power.
- Aye, sir.

Phasers ready. Target locked.

You dare not destroy us.

We are on a crucial mission
for the klingon high command.

- Has the t'ong dropped its shields?
- Man: No, sir.

Very well. Fire all phasers.

Lower the shields.

I yield command of the t'ong to you,
captain worf.

Long live the klingon empire.

A wise decision, captain.

Commander k'ehleyr will board
your vessel and take command.

The klingon cruiser p'rang
will soon arrive and escort you home.

And, captain.

Yes?

Welcome to the 24th century.

I return command of the ship to you,
captain.

Thank you, lieutenant.
Congratulations.

A very fine first command.
Well done.

How did you like command?

Comfortable chair.

And you wore it well.

One to beam aboard the t'ong.

- I relieve you.
- Wha...?

Yes, lieutenant.

The klingon vessel p'rang
will rendezvous with you in three days.

In the meantime,
I'll begin the assimilation

of these klingons to our era.

Is there anything else you require?

Nothing else.

Damn you, worf.

You'd let me go without saying
another word, wouldn't you?

What needs to be said?

Nothing.

Everything.

We're about to go
our separate ways again.

And that disturbs you?

I hid the truth from you.
Last night did have meaning.

I was tempted
to take the oath with you.

That scared me.

I've never had such strong feelings
toward anyone.

Nor have I.

Then it was more
than just a point of honor.

Maybe someday,
when our paths cross again,

I won't be so easy to get rid of.

K'ehleyr.

I will not be complete without you.

[Keypad beeping]