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Ah! The blood of my enemies is forever immortalized on my d'k tahg.

I can still taste their final, panicked screams. [laughs]

My death will be ecstasy,

a glorious end that will take me straight to Sto-Vo-Kor.

I have honored my house, but will you?

How many soldiers of the Klingon Empire will be proving their toDuj?

Four!

I heard "four."

And so begins the greatest adventure of your lives.

You will all die on this quest, but will you do it with honor?

-Hija! -Hija!

Honor!

Come on, natural 20!

Qapla'!

You've rolled an 18,

which means the petaQ is frozen in fear by your battle cry.

Okay. While he's cowering, I strike him down with my Mek'leth.

- Your blow landed... -Whoo!

...but his brothers wears revenge.

Reinforcements are on their way.

I can't believe Martok recorded all this.

You'd think he'd be busy being a chancellor and stuff.

No, no. He didn't.

It's a Ferengi knockoff. They do it for all the famous Klingons.

I've been trying to get the Gowron expansion for months.

Ah. It's so nice to all be back together.

I needed a break from all the battles and court-martials.

It hasn't been a break for me.

Ransom's made it his mission to catch me messing up.

He's been riding my ass, just waiting for me to break protocol.

[sighs] I would love to be a number one's number one.

[Ransom] Ensign Mariner, where are you?

In the repair bay repairing stuff.

When we have a mission briefing, I expect you to be early.

-It doesn't start for an hour. -I know.

You're almost late for being early. Move it!

Are you coming, Rutherford?

Nah, I wanna finish playing. I'll just be regular early.

I punch my own chest, excited for more foes to vanquish.

Your battle chest punches fail to boost your stamina.

Dang it.

I think this Ransom thing might be good for Mariner.

She hasn't been in the brig in forever.

Yeah, making the best of a bad situation worked for Vendome,

and that's how he got to be captain so fast.

Yeah, right. Captain Vendome. Oh, can you imagine?

-What do you mean? He's a captain. -You didn't hear?

Ha! Captain of what? The USS Gullible? Guys, I'm not falling for this.

No, of the Inglewood.

Yeah. He's transferred there months ago. Dude, are you messing with us?

The Inglewood? That's Chapman's ship.

It was until a temporal rift turned him into a baby.

Vendome got a field promotion and it stuck.

What? But-- But he's a goofball!

Vendome's the guy who gets hit with a spear on away missions!

That goofball breezed up the ranks.

"...Completing a meteoric rise to captain."

I can't believe this!

Every single thing I do is calculated to help me make captain one day,

and this guy just lucks into it!

I wouldn't say it was luck.

Vendome was always saying yes to new opportunities.

He volunteered for any mission he could, good or bad.

-Now look at him! -Tendi, it's not that easy.

I can't just go jumping into things without knowing the risks.

Warrior, you discover a shortcut through the caves of T'rachmor.

Do you enter the darkness?

[scoffs] No way! I'm not trying to get cave killed.

I'll stay on the path.

Ah! Ambushed by House K'toh-maag!

You beg for your life like a biHnuch

and live out the rest of your days, not as a warrior, but as a dentist.

-Ouch. -Oh, man.

Brutal.

[Ransom] Dulaine has a thermo sphere that's messy with charged ions,

so transporters are out of the picture.

Instead, they've built a system of orbital lifts,

one of which is malfunctioning.

So it's a broken-down space elevator?

They're not elevators,

they're orbital lifts!

The Cerritos is hosting all the passengers who got stuck here,

while we repair and coordinate with Dulainians on the ground.

All right! Coordinating is my specialty.

These are one of those sexy cultures that run everywhere and kiss hello, right?

Their society is wellness-based, yes.

Well, yes! Let's get down there and get the party started!

We aren't going anywhere.

Mr. Billups, you and your man are heading planetside

-to liaise with the Dulainians. -What?

Really? I mean, usually, engineers are the ones who do the repairs,

but if that's what you want, then--

But they'd be better and faster at this than us.

Don't question my orders, Ensign.

We're perfectly capable of repairing an elev-- Uh, an orbital lift.

Mr. Billups, just give the Dulainians our greetings,

keep them apprised of the repairs, and, uh... [clicks tongue]

...try not to have too much fun down there.

-[Billups] Yes, sir! Oh, man. -Yeah! Whoo!

Hmm.

Did you know that Vendome staffed his whole bridge crew with Bolians?

Ooh. I didn't, but that's really cool.

I know, right? [sighs]

No matter how careful I am, no matter how hard I try,

I feel like I'm gonna be an ensign for the rest of my life.

Again, if planning and trying aren't working, maybe don't do that.

-You sound like Mariner. -Well, look at me.

It wasn't my plan to get into senior science officer training,

it just happened.

And now I've got so much new stuff to study and I'm loving it!

That could be you if you tried something new.

Yo, Boimler. We got an open spot in the spring ball tournament.

We need a wiry dude who's hard to hit. You want in?

Sweaty muscle heads drilling balls at my face? No, thanks.

Wow. Coulda just said no, man.

Boimler! Vendome?

Uh, wait! Sherwyns! I'm in.

Let's-- Let's do this. Let's spring that ball. [chuckles]

[chuckles] Good game, Ensign.

I'm impressed.

[pants] By my athletic ability?

Wha-- No, no, no.

By that sustained scream when I bowled you over.

You were really wailing.

Thanks, I get a lot of practice.

Listen, I run a choir when I'm off duty. Bajoran dirges.

I've been looking for a soprano. You interested?

A dirge choir? I will try that.

Sure, yeah. Let's-- Let's get dirgy.

All right, that's the ticket.

You're gonna have a blast!

We've got the saddest dirges in the quadrant.

You honor the prophets with that pitch, Bradward.

If you ever need a favor, I'm a combadge tap away.

Really? Wow, um, thank you, sir.

Mr. Boimler.

Ah! Geez, Lundy! You're too scary, man. You can't jump out at people like that.

Can I guess your weight? I'd peg you at a healthy 61 .2 kilos.

Wow, yeah. That's exactly right.

Mmm. My figure-drawing class needs a skeletal boy

for our life drawing this afternoon.

Have you ever sat for oil?

Uh... [sighs]

Oil me up. [chuckles]

Ow! [grunts]

-What the hell even is this? -[Ransom grunts] Twenty.

I hope you're-- 21 -- being careful not to--

22-- misalign the dampeners-- 23.

Are you really lifting right now?

[chuckles] I'd barely call this lifting. Oh, yeah.

You know, two people working on this would get it done so much faster.

You know, like, two engineer-type people?

[grunts] Could an engineer do that?

Uh, yeah. With a step stool.

[Billups] Billups to Commander Ransom. Come in.

How's it going down there, Billups?

I'll tell ya, these Dulainians are a friendly people.

You know they kiss instead of shaking hands?

- With tongue! - Yeah, with tongue!

[laughs] Control yourself, Andy!

We wouldn't want you to accidentally become a king down there.

I don't know if I'll have time because we have a dance coming up,

then a feast and then a drinking competition.

Are you for real?

I could get real used to this kind of treatment.

Maybe I should transfer divisions again.

We'll join you guys when we're done up here.

The repairs seem simple enough.

Mmm. Did you remember to decouple the flow inverters

before reconnecting the conduit piping?

Uh... Of course I did. Who wouldn't?

[Billups] Great. Well, I gotta go.

There's some sort of wrestling display on, and they need a judge.

[Rutherford] Ooh! Yeah, baby! Let's go!

Did you decouple the flow inverters?

Of course I did. Just focus on your own work.

You know, it's not a big deal to admit that we should be down there,

and they should be up here.

Starfleet isn't all about being fed fruit by erotic aliens

with slightly different nose ridges.

Sometimes you gotta get your hands dirty.

Engineers would've been done with this hours ago.

Arguing with your commanding officer isn't gonna get the job done any sooner.

Ah! Oh, no! No, no, no.

-Oh, hey! -Hey! What's with all the new faces?

We're hosting everyone stranded on the orbital lift while it gets repaired.

That's cool. Listen, you were totally right earlier.

I've been saying yes to everything today, going way outside my comfort zone.

And so far, Shaxs says he owes me a favor, I'm not afraid of Chief Lundy anymore.

It's just been a really great day.

Oh, I love that for you, Boims.

See? When you get rid of the plan, you leave room for good things.

From now on, the new plan is say yes to everything.

But, that's, uh, still a plan. How about just no plan?

Nope. Today I am a new Boimler, a bold Boimler.

And the next person who asks me to do something,

I'm saying yes no matter what.

Excuse me.

I am K'Ranch.

I was supposed to be on the planet by now, but the space elevator is broken.

Hi, K'Ranch! Welcome to the Cerritos. I'm Tendi, and this is Boimler.

My species has an undeniable natural urge to hunt.

This delay to the planet has been weighing on me.

Would either of you be willing to...

...be willing to be hunted?

Oh, no, thank you. Maybe you should see if Doctor T'Ana can help you out in sickbay.

Wait, Mr. K'Ranch?

I'm gonna say yes to the hunted. To-- To being hunted.

Just because you were going to say yes

to the next person who asked you to do something,

doesn't mean you have to do this.

You can do the next one.

"You're right,"

is what the old Boimler would've said.

It would be an honor if you hunted me, sir.

Let's do it.

You are now my prey.

The hunt begins in one hour.

It won't be as bad as it sounds.

What are you doing? You only have an hour! Run, run!

Run!

At this point, everything should be lining up.

All you need to do is align the magnetic seal on the panel,

and the repair is complete.

Magnetic seal? I don't-- What the hell is she talking about?

Billups, these space elevators use Federation standard measurements, right?

Uh, we've run into a little bit of a diplomacy problem down here.

[gasps] You dare enter the sacred hall without an exposed navel?

Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know.

What's going on? Sounds a little tense.

Uh, I don't know how well you know Dulainian religion,

but we weren't wearing the right outfits in the right place.

Now the locals are getting testy.

Maybe you could come down and help smooth things out. That would be great.

Ha! I knew it! All right, let's go.

-No can do, Billups. -What?

We still have work to do up here.

Show them your belly buttons. You'll be fine.

We tried that, and it just made them angrier.

No, look! Our be-buttons are out and about.

Just explain that we respect all cultures

and, you know, morality and the Prime Directive, and all that stuff.

Okay, I'll try it.

Jack-- Sir. Okay, you've made your point.

Can we please just go down there and lend a diplomatic hand?

Billups can rebuild the navigation computer blindfolded.

I think he can handle some angry locals.

He clearly can't!

Is it really worth endangering those guys just to get under my skin?

My command decisions have nothing to do with your sensitivities.

You need to learn how to trust your superiors, Ensign.

Fine. I'm gonna go work over there

so I don't have to watch you fumble around with that pipe.

I'm not fumbling! [grunts]

Uh, hello, Mr. K'Ranch, sir.

What do you want, prey?

I was just wondering.

When you say you're gonna hunt me, you mean, like, metaphorically, right?

There are only three types of prey.

You are the first type, immobilized by your fear.

The second type scurries away to hide, delaying the inevitable.

Uh, what's the third kind?

The third is a winged lizard-type creature.

That doesn't really apply to you.

Oh, okay. Yeah. No, I'm just gonna scurry away while I think about it.

When does the hunt start?

It already has!

[panting, screaming] Oh, no!

Get outta the way!

Oh, no! [grunts]

No, no, no! [screams]

[gasps] Someone's trying to kill me!

Captain, you gotta help me. I'm being hunted!

What? Not on my ship! That's totally unacceptable!

Security, I need a team on Deck 3.

Oh, thank God. It's this big guy called K'Ranch.

I told him he could hunt me in the bar, but that was a mistake--

K'Ranch? Well, that's different.

-Security, belay that order. -What?

I shared a lovely brunch earlier today with K'Ranch.

You know, he's quite the charmer.

Yeah, I'm glad he found someone to partake in his Venarix hunt.

I don't wanna be hit with an arrow, boomerang or any of that. Please, Captain?

Ensign, we have to respect his culture. And didn't you give him your word?

I want my word back!

Ooh. He's good. You better run.

Thanks again for the mimosas.

My pleasure. Happy hunting!

Ugh.

[Rutherford] Sir, we could really use your help.

The Dulainians saw that Lieutenant Billups had an outie,

and now he's being sacrificed to Morgo, which I think is a sentient volcano.

Help!

[groans] Just demand to parley with their leader

and explain they cannot sacrifice Mr. Billups, okay?

Straight spine, speak from the diaphragm.

Right, okay. Also, their leader is either an ancient god or a telepathic baby.

They're kinda dancing around it.

Sounds like you're narrowing it down. You got this!

Uh. Right. Okay. I'll speak from the diaphragm!

-[Billups] Help me! Help! -I demand parley! Hello? Someone--

Oh!

[groans] I'm gonna do it.

I'm just gonna do it. I don't care. I don't care. All right.

I'm coming, Ruthy! [grunts]

Whoo! [laughs] Whoo-hoo!

Yeah! [chuckles]

[Ransom] Ransom to Mariner, come in.

Crap. [clears throat] What's up, sir?

Mariner, I was-- What's that sound?

[Ransom] Is that wind?

I-- I had to open up an exterior pressure conduit. Whoa.

Oh, right, the old pressure conduit.

Well, I've been doing some thinking, and you were right.

I was going out of my way to try to prove

that you would disobey my orders if you felt you knew better.

But you stayed on task. You didn't go rogue.

Oh, uh, yeah, yeah.

Anyway, listen, those engineers are in way over their heads.

It's time for us to go save their butts. I'll come meet you in Section 8.

What? You okay?

I-- I was just saying, "Yeah! Sounds good, sir."

[bleep] [bleep] [bleep]

Where are you, prey?

I am a proud soldier of the Klingon Empire! [roars]

Shut down. Shut up, shut up, shut up! Stupid Ferengi program.

Warrior, fight to the last breath!

Easy for you to say. I'm not a Klingon.

I tried to be bold today, but I just ended up as prey.

The only way you can lose now is by letting your foe define who you are!

Never back down! Never cower!

The hunt is on.

K'Ranch!

I am not your prey. I am Bold Boimler.

I haven't backed down all day, and I'm not starting now.

You better run, because now, the hunted has become--

Oh, my God! No, no, no. [whimpers]

The hunted always tries to become the hunter.

Tale old as time.

Oh, no, no. I didn't say you could kill me.

Stop, please!

And with that, my hunt has ended.

You're-- You're not gonna kill me?

Kromsapiods practice catch-and-release.

We respect life above all else. That's why we hunt.

Oh, thank God.

You were excellent prey, but I do have notes.

Can you maybe give them to me in sickbay?

When you decide to switch it up and become the hunter,

you can't just announce it and stand there.

-Stick and move, you know? -Uh-huh. Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.

You have earned my respect, Bradward Boimler.

I will be passing along high praise to your captain.

Really? Thank you. [gasps]

Maybe just one more, for the boys back home.

Oh, God. Okay.

Climbing wall? For real?

This stupid society built on exercise and wellness!

Okay. [groans]

Whoa! [groans]

Sorry, I'm late. Had to make a quick trip to the little commander's room.

No biggie. I've just been waiting here the whole time.

This is gonna sound crazy, Mariner.

But since we don't have a shuttle, and the elevator still won't descend,

we're gonna have to skydive down.

Oh, wow! That's a wild plan, sir. It's wild.

I know. But if we hurry, we can make it in time.

Maybe-- Maybe we take a quick break?

Huh. Good one. Let's roll!

Whoo! Yeah!

[priest] We come to you, Volcanic Lord Morgo, Navel of the Planet.

We sacrifice these sinners in the name of Mendrick, our psychic baby leader,

and his co-leader 355, the sentient computer.

Oof. They weren't lying. This did get complicated.

Wow! Psychic baby, evil computer and a volcano?

You guys ever heard of overkill?

[Volcano] It provides a system of checks and balances.

[Mendrick] How dare you question our method of governance?

Throw them in the volcano!

For what it's worth, sir, it was an honor serving with you.

Oh, Samanthan, the honor is mine.

Wait! I demand parley!

You live a health-based way of life, correct?

[Volcano] Yes, it is our highest calling.

Then behold!

[Volcano] Wow. Your lava tubes are perfect.

[Mendrick] You are wise, Starfleet. We will hear you out.

Although we all come from different worlds,

we are only slightly different.

Yo, yo!

You, uh-- You wanted to see me, sir?

I owe you an apology.

I assumed you'd be looking for ways to piss me off and flame out.

-I was wrong to push it. -Thanks.

I-- I really want to stay on the Cerritos.

It was good work today, but this was just one day.

Don't think it erased all the insubordination

I've gotten from you in the past.

Yep! Yes, sir. Message received.

Sir, you were really impressive down there.

The way you navigated that volcano and the baby and all that.

Save it for your personal log.

Buttering me up is not gonna make your life any easier.

[scoffs] All right.

Yeah, I was pretty impressive.

So Ransom's a dick and I hate him.

Oh! Sounds like today went well.

I mean, he did keep me from getting dumped into lava.

No, he was the whole reason you were dangling over the lava to start with.

Nah, that was on me. I really should have had my belly button out.

You eat breakfast and gain plus three stamina!

Damn, they really programmed Martok with, like, full intensity at all times.

Hey! There he is! How's the shoulder?

Doctor T'Ana says it'll probably always feel a little off, but it's fine.

Uh, sorry. I kind of feel responsible,

since I was the one who told you to go against your plans.

All those years of trying too hard never got me half the recognition I got today.

Plus nerve damage.

Plans are officially out the airlock. I'm Bold Boimler from here on out.

I'm not sure that was the lesson to learn today, you know?

How about moderation?

Old Boimler was into moderation.

Bold Boimler's into boldness.

I confidently enter the bar and demand blood wine.

The bartender rips your arm off and kills you with it.

It is not an honorable death,

since technically you have died by your own hand.

Ah, whatever. I'm still gonna be bold.

[Martok] If you'd like to continue, download the expansion pack,

Dinner With Lady Lindor.

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Pew pew! Pew, pew, pew! Pew pew!

Chirp.