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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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Goodbye, 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.