Did you think I would kill you, loDHom?
You've heard this about klingons?
That we kill anything that stands in our way.
We enjoy the taste of innocent blood.
Lies!
Honor is what we treasure.
Honor above all things.
And you, you were as weak and frightened as a Qa'Hom - and there is no honor in killing a Qa'Hom!
But you - nov - you outsiders, you see only our fierceness, our love of battle you do not see the tIgh that shapes our every act.
This is why, I Gowron, Leader of the klingon high council
have decided to break the secrecy that shrouds our culture
and show you qiviyoq that which truly makes us KLINGON.
You are frightened, young human.
Yes, - you should be.
Your strength, your skills are no better than that of a klingon boy, but that will change.
When you have finished this holodeck adventure with me, this test, you will have learned more than how to live as a klingon -
you will learn how to BE klingon.
You will no longer be nov, weak as a Qa'Hom, but you will be a warrior!
Then, it will be an honor to kill you!
Take your knife!
Ah, nothing tastes as good as the beast killed in the jontay', hey?
Ah, and here's the hunter himself! poq, come cub. Here is the boy whose naQjej brought down the largest tIqnagh ever to be taken down on this planet!
As I am proud to call him "son"; and tomorrow - after the rite of ascension - I will be prouder still to call him WARRIOR son!
To my son, who has chosen to follow the path of his grandfathers.
To poq! Qapla'!
Qapla'!
It pleases me that I should be here, at my friends Torghns side, to watch his son become a man.
Gowron! Your presence brings my house honor.
May the house always deserve it.
I have brought your son the cha'nob gifts. Honor me by taking them.
My house thanks you for all you have given us, Gowron.
I above all know what you give up for me - for the empire.
When my ancestors conquered Taganika and set up rule over the planets in this sector, they did so to the service of the empire.
But the empires needs have changed. And we must change with it.
Others here on Taganika do not see things as you do, my friend.
The ancient houses have ruled these planets many years, and it has brought them great wealth. They may not be as willing as you to give up their power
For the future of the empire, we must sacrifice the planet our grandfathers conquered - and that will bring us great honor!
Enough! Do you think Torghn would allow me to come to harm in this house? I trust the house of SepIch to protect me!
Leave!
Your wife, K'Tar, looks well.
Yes, do you regret that you did not take her for your wife?
She has brought you great happiness - and a son. There is nothing to regret.
Why do you stand? Put the presents down!
It's hard to believe one so clumsy and slow could even begin to hunt the tIqnagh.
My son saves his skills for the hunting of beasts! And enemies!
Our houses have stood door-to-door for generations - must we continue to be enemies?
It's hard to believe one so stupid and weak is capable of running a klingon house.
Why, K'Tar, flirting at your age? What will Torghn say?
Throw this veQ out!
bIyem'a'?
This celebration was declared a lopno'.
You have invited all the spirits of our klingon ancestors. Tradition dictates that ALL are welcome to the lopno'. Even ancient rivals - even, me, K'Tar.
chut QIj
luq ratlh
I knew you would not dishonor your house. I accept your welcome.
Do not confuse TOLERANCE with welcome, voQ. You may stay. But keep clear of Torghn and Gowron. Do not spoil the day with POLITICS.
A pity I did not bring my mate. T'Var could learn so much from you about klingon hospitality.
Your father asked you to get him some food. Go! I will see to these.
poq! A word of warning: stay away from the rokeg blood pie. Chakto's mate brought it, and she could overcook a dikus plant.
If Chakto' heard that, he'd rip out your tongue.
Worse, he would have his mate cook it, and make me EAT it!
My mates rokeg... ...is the best in the world.
Ah, true.
A recipe from a federation woman - human. The secret's in a liquid spice they call "vudka".
Vudka.
poq! Where is the food? Bring Gowron some gagh.
Ah, the gagh, I hope they're still alive!
Did you trip over a woman on your way here?
A woman? I doubt he would know what to do with a woman!
Enough joking! Soon we will go too far and find a *ghojmeH taj* at our heart(?)!
Open your cha'nob, boy.
Do you not know what it is?
The young are ignorant of their families history.
It is the score - to qul tuq. qul tuq! Can it be you have never heard the opera that tells the tale of our family's house?
Torghn, the boy is ignorant.
Perhaps I have spent too much time teaching him to hunt, brother, and not enough teaching him to sing!
The next! Open another! Another, yes!
Ah, an a acta crystal.
It's as useful as latinum. The crystal is bigger than...
HoHwI'! A hunter-killer. petaD!
He did not even see the face of his enemies! I must have vengeance!
Do not let vengeance cloud your mind! There is a ritual to be performed. Vengeance will wait for that!
You are right. I will perform the ritual.
No! It is not your place.
poq.
*Death yell*
May you find honor now - with the black fleet, brother.
A romulan assassin probe - it would have killed me, had not your father stepped in and taken its full force.
Has the seal been tampered with?
No. I sealed the cha'nob myself days ago, long before we left for Taganika.
A cowardly way to kill. No klingon would use such a method!
I wish I could agree with you Qua'lon, but the days when that was true are gone.
Now there are too many klingons who would use such methods.
voQ!
A clever device.
So effective.
voQ.
Your hatred of Gowron and my brother are well known.
True, I would weep for neither, but, there is no proof that...
You destroyed the proof!
voQ, you verengan Ha'DIbaH. I shall avenge myself on you and your house!
No!
This is the knife that killed the man who killed your father! I give it to you, to show that the circle of vengeance is closed!
I understand the passion of your actions - I too have killed for vengeance, but the circle of vengeance is far from closed!
You saw it yourself - he tried to destroy the probe! voQ condemned himself. He killed my brother!
Yes, but think Qua'lon.
voQ is a small man from this provincial world.
To place an assassin probe in my belongings would be impossible for any single man.
The package was tampered with long before it got here.
There were others involved!
And now that he is dead we may never know who they are.
I do not regret what I have done.
But. You are right. There are others involved.
I will swear an oath.
A blood-oath: To find all that are responsible for the death of my friend.
I will join you in...!
No! You must stay here. Protect the house of SepIch. voQ may attack your house.
But, I must...
No! You must stay here.
I need allies. It would have to be another.
Who will swear a blood oath of vengeance with me?
I swear on the river of blood in my veins: Vengeance on all those who killed my friend Torghn. Qapla'!
Qapla'
Wait!
poq has yet to complete the second rite of ascension.
In the eyes of the nugh tlhegh he is still a boy. Would you have him seek vengeance before he has become a man?
No, Qua'lon.
I will not take a boy on a mans voyage.
Tonight, we will finish the rite of Ascension. Then, we will seek out all those who killed your brother.
Are you ready, poq, son of Torghn.
Do you wish to take your place among the great warriors of your house?
Seeth, son of Argan, Segath, son of Seeth, yan, son of Segath. Kmpok, son of yan. Torghn, son of Kmpok. If so, step forward.
Not every man has the courage to be a warrior.
Not every man can make the voyage through the river of blood, even after he has chosen to try.
Will you make this voyage, poq, son of Torghn?
You have chosen.
The night before your fathers rite of Ascension, I lay awake - but Torghn slept soundly.
In the morning, I asked him how he had been able to sleep so well?
He said: My fathers and fathers before me have traveled the river of pain. I know the courage is in my blood - and I am not afraid.
Come. It is time.
Show your heart! Today, you are a warrior.
Travel the river of blood!
Think of your father, and your fathers father.
You are almost there - two more steps and you have done what no non-klingon has ever done!
Travel the river of pain!
You will die a warrior! Then join the black fleet and fight and die forever!
It's finished. You have done well, poq.
In one days time, the house of SepIch has lost one warrior, and gained another. You do us honor, poq.
I see it in your eyes. One who has traveled the river of pain.
Others will see it too - and they will know that you have chosen the way of the warrior.
And they will be afraid. That too, is a weapon.
Gowron, your men have finished analyzing the probe.
Come! Let us see what they have found.
The probe was most likely manufactured in the Soltaris system, which is in Romulan controlled space.
Probes are illegal, they are contraband in almost all known sectors.
Efficient. Deadly. Accurate. Very difficult to program correctly. And even more difficult to come by.
Unless you're a romulan, living in Soltaris system.
Even then, the manufacturing alone would bankrupt a small house.
Do you think there are Romulans involved?
No. Romulans want my DEFEAT, not my death.
Many things are difficult to come by. But nothing is impossible if you know where to look.
I have not traveled to the far reaches of space without learning where these dishonorable wretches do their dealings.
Yes, and you have brought the fruits of their dishonorable hatred into this house.
You blame me, K'Tar, for your mates death?
No. But I entrust you with my sons live.
Do not treat it carelessly. I too can swear a mothers blood-oath.
You would not want that.
I would not.
Do not come because others want you to, poq. You must know your own mind. Will you come? Yes or no?
I am only your uncle, poq. You need a fathers advice here.
But your father is gone. A great thing has been taken from you.
For yourself, for your family, for your children yet unborn, you must avenge your fathers death.
Do not fear, if you die, I shall have an opera written just to tell the tale of your courage.
Men and women will sing the name poq, Torghn puqloD. poq, Torghn puqloD.
Have your things beamed up to my ship. Do not take too much - a farmers treasures are a warriors burden!
DevwI', if we take the bortaS, the ship will be recognized long before we have arrived.
They will know that Gowron, the head of klingon high council is coming.
She is right. The bortaS is too easily recognized. Take my ship, take the Tagana. Use it to find my brothers killers!
Thank you, Qua'lon.
We have smelled the prey, now let us follow the trail!
But whose eyes are those? poq's, or yours, human? We shall see...
DevwI', the Tagana is prepared. We await your orders.
Show me the weapons array. You, wait here!
Come here!
Hold down the oscillator relay, while I prime this node.
Good, you will do well here here.
Not if he continues to disobey me!
When I say wait there, it means WAIT THERE!
There is no such thing as a casual order aboard a klingon ship!
Every order is obeyed! If I say: "Jump out of an airlock!", you WILL jump out of an airlock.
I will take this station now.
Who are you, to take this station from me?
Who are you, that would stop me?
Do you wish to see your home one last time? Planet view!
When I left my home, I was not much older than you. It was many years before I saw it again. When I did return, it was as a warrior.
No one just stands around on a klingon ship. Everything must have its use. Even you, poq. Choose your post, but choose it carefully. Remember what you have seen.
Hm. You want MY station? Come then.
You'll have to learn to operate this console - now that you're going to take it away from me.
This node controls the shields - you know what they do.
This powers up the cloaking device. This initiates a tractor beam, and this - this is the ships disruptors. Remember them, so you don't accidentally fire the tractor beam!
Challenge someone who you have SOME chance of defeating.
Who challenges me for my station? Go away, little nothing.
The console is yours - as long as you can keep it.
A word of warning, poq: the old man is cagey. You have the console, but - this is not over between you. Watch your back!
The hunter probe came from the Soltaris system.
It could not have come directly. An exchange was made somewhere between the romulan space and klingon space.
I know a place where many such exchanges are made.
Balka system. Warp six, DaH!
poq. Join us. Come play a round.
Choose the higher.
You win!
Play again?
Eat first, play later. Move fast, poq, or the food will be gone.
Looks like poq will get to eat today.
Well done.
You will go without food tonight, young poq.
But tomorrow - even my guards will think twice about challenging you.
You have impressed my crew and that is not an easy thing to do. Sleep well, but sleep light.
Approaching the Balka System.
poq, prepare for standard orbit.
Slow to impulse.
Orbital track.
Any other warships in this system?
Nothing in system except a few cargo ships and a runner vessel.
Good. Decloak, drop shields and prepare to beam down to the surface. poq, you are with me.
These people trade in assassinations - death without honor. Stay close!
There are no weapons allowed in the bar.
No weapons? What kind of a yIntagh bar is this?
I cater to a peace-loving clientèle.
I'm afraid they don't like violence.
If you still can't take off your weapons, I know there are plenty of other bars happy to serve you - armed to the teeth.
If that's what you're looking for.
I give you my word: No one will be harmed with them.
The rule is: No weapons.
You expect us to give up our KNIVES? We are KLINGONS!
Alright. The disruptors have to go.
A klingon would feel naked without a weapon.
You have not been without a knife since you reached the age of inclusion. These nuchpu' fear the very weapons they sell.
Mix yourself up with these people. Try to see what you can overhear. And please, don't kill anyone!
Do not be concerned, poq. Many things that do not look so can become weapons!
Can I, uh, get you gentlemen something? Or are you just here for the music?
Oh, a drink, poq? We should take the time to sample the local spirits, hey?
Give me your knife.
Bartender! ngaSwI' wej HIvje'mey.
Ah, you speak klingon?
You speaks bartender.
This, this is ... pelat! A sweet drink, made from a fermented talarian berry.
And this, this ... is Ora. Nasty. Not much of a drink, hardly worth the effort.
Now, this - this is Necti. A Birani beverage. They say it is made from the reactive fluids distilled in the blood of necti warriors.
Necti is fatal to the more delicate species: Romulan, Ferengi, Human...
It burns going down, and sears the stomach as well as the brains. I have known klingons who have died from drinking it too fast. It is, it is...
an interesting drink.
Two passati(??). Or the equivalent.
For your trouble.
No trouble.
Yet...
You sing well.
Thank you. Any requests?
You know any klingon opera?
Some. What would you like to hear?
The choice is yours.
You humans understand the spirit of klingon opera! You are a true artist!
The melodies are simple - quite repetitive. The difficulty is handling the tonalities. You must be HARSH with it, brazen.
You understand klingons well. Sing it again!
Yes! It is good, we must show our appreciation!
Really, that, that won't be necessary!
poq! Choose!
That was perhaps more than the song was worth. But still, it is done. And we pay for what we destroy.
Latinum?
It is not acceptable to you?
No, no, it is very ... acceptable.
Not enough?
More than enough. Is there something more you wanted?
Information.
I thought klingons TOOK information - I wasn't aware they paid for it.
The money is for the chair.
The information you will give us for free.
I am are looking for a weapons dealer. Someone, who could get me something... something ... like this!
I... wouldn't know anything about that! I ... only sing here.
But you're not blind. You see who meets who, who sets up the deals!
I don't...
Stop him!
Now whom do they come to see?
Meska. He's the one who arranges it all.
You have information!?
You see? This is why we don't allow weapons in the bar. I never should have let you keep your knives.
As I told my young comrade, there are always weapons!
How often do you serve Necti, bartender? Have you ever tried it?
No? Then tell me what I want to know! Who brings these probes into this system.
I don't, I don't, I don't know, I don't know, I don't...
Argh, my eyes, my eyes! I can't see!
Then tell me what I want to know!
Weapons shipments come through here all the time. I don't ask what they carry.
This shipment would have come from the Soltaris system! What ship?
What ship?!
The Toofa. It's a pakled vessel.
Pakled. Stupid beasts. When?
Sixteen hours ago. They left, heading back towards Soltari.
T'Lak. T'Lak!
Sir?
We return to the ship.
poq! The necti!
Here.
No sense in wasting it, ah?
Picking up a vessel, within scanning range.
The pakled ship?
Yes!
Cloaking device!
Cloaking device engaged.
Cargo holds all look empty. Life signs ten humanoids - all pakled.
Let me see this pakled ship!
Pakled vessel coming within visual range. They're slowing!
Qugh! You have not engaged the cloaking device fast enough! They have detected us!
No, DevwI'. They have a coolant leak. If do not power down their engines, their warp-coil will overheat.
Pakled.
They do not fix their vessels - they do not even understand how.
A ship must be treated with honor, and they treat theirs like so much garbage. How can they do this?
They are Pakled?
They go to impulse.
Bring us out of warp, I want to be right in the Pakleds face when we engage the tractor beam.
poq, go to number 2 tactical station.
We will make these Pakled tell us who purchased the romulan hunter-killer probe from them.
But they must be questioned with care. Frighten a Pakled too much, poq, and you never get information from it. At least not information that will be of any use to use.
Raise shield, decloak, and pull them in with a tractor beam. I want us there as close as possible.
Now!
We're being hailed.
Not surprising.
On screen!
We do nothing wrong. We are Pakled. We are honest traders. Why do you hold us here?
Oh, we need information.
Oh, ah, I don't know anything.
No pakled knows anything.
yItamchoH!
You are Pakled.
Yes, we are Pakled.
Oh, then you have knowledge. You are not stupid.
No, we are not stupid.
Then you will beam over and tell us what we need to know.
No, no I am afraid. I will not beam over.
Why?
You are klingon, we are Pakled.
I do not understand you, Pakled?
It is difficult to understand.
Ah. Then you must come aboard our ship and explain why you are afraid to come aboard.
Yes, I will do that. I will beam over and explain.
Ah. You are a good negotiator, captain.
Yes, we are Pakled.
View screen off.
Go to the transporter room.
poq, take his station.
Shields up.
Why did you do that?
To frighten you captain. Is it working?
I am Pakled.
So you keep telling us. Tell us one more thing, Pakled. Tell us - who purchased your last shipment of weapons from the Soltaris system.
Who told you that?
A friend of yours. Meska, bartender from Balka II.
Yes, he is the one. We sell him many weapons. Contraband. Illegal.
The bartender. QI'yaH! Are you sure, Pakled?
Yes, he is the one. He purchases much. I sell him everything. Do you want something? I can get it.
Get this veQ off my bridge.
I can get you two of something...
Set a course back to the Balka system. Warp nine!
We will teach this bartender that klingons do not like being played with.
When we catch this veQ of a bartender, I will let you have the honor of killing him, poq.
But a warrior must know more than just how to kill an enemy!
Do you know your families line? Argan, father to Seeth, father to Seegath, father to Jan.
When you die - IF you die with honor - you will serve will all your warrior ancestors in the black fleet. And you must know how to greet them all by name!
Eja(??) father to KMPoc, father to Torghn, father to you.
You must finish this now, poq. Establish who between you is superior.
It is over between you.
He will not challenge you again.
But do not dismiss his whole life because of this.
Old warriors were once young. The honors they gathered should not fade with time. He is no longer you enemy - make him your friend!
Show him you honor his past.
Sir, we are approaching Balka.
Good. We will repay this bartender, who sent us chasing wild Qa'meH.
Where is he?
You're too late. He's gone.
Where?
I wish I knew.
If you catch him, kill him slowly for me. He owes me three weeks pay, and tips in this place aren't enough to keep a wheeze beetle alive.
If he was here now, I'd personally rip his heart out.
Who would know where he has gone?
Some of his connections, maybe. But they don't come here often. Only when they need something.
Then we will wait.
Then I will play for you. But, you will have to leave your weapons.
Meska the bartender was only a buyer for the real assassin.
I suspect someone among my own people to be one of them.
How else would the probe have found its way into my belongings?
Well played again!
Why don't you give me the money this time and I promise to break something later, of equivalent value?
T'Lak, I am short of money. Give this woman something and I will repay it twice when we return to the ship.
Ah, acta crystals. They are rare in this sector. I had some yesterday. They went from my hand into Meska the bartenders hand.
And now they somehow found their way into your hands - so it was you T'Lak, you betrayed me!
Now you will tell me everything, I want to know where the bartender is.
I thought weapons were not allowed.
The rule is for customers only.
Search him!
You recognize this?
A galorian credit chip. Meska had dealings on Galor - connections. He might have gone there.
Galor. Do you know where it is?
Take me with you and I'll show you. And get me off this forsaken hole of a planet.
I promise I won't get in the way.
See that you don't.
Come then! To Galor!
How far are we from Galor?
If the humans coordinates were correct, within three hours.
The humans coordinates are correct. I hope your navigation is as good.
What kind of weapons does his ship have?
Nothing a bird of prey can't handle.
Picking up a ship, within sensor range. At warp six point nine.
That's him!
Shall I engage cloaking device?
No! I want him to feel us breating down his neck. Increase speed seven point five.
They are hailing us.
On screen!
Hello, Gowron.
I see you've picked up a new bed-partner.
It is over, Meska. We have found you. Do not sacrifice your crew, come aboard my ship, meet your death honorably.
I have no intention of dying.
At this distance, his weapons are useless.
You are out gunned, you cannot outrun us. I will destroy your vessel and everyone aboard!
I do not think so.
I am not so foolish as to work alone. I have a man aboard your ship.
Hah, T'Lak, he is dead.
Really?
Still, he was with you for some time. Who knows what other betrayals he may be guilty of. Sabotage perhaps?
Over there!
What is it?
Looks like a detonator.
It's tied to the anti-matter containment field.
Shields are dropping.
Now!
Close in on the ship, engage tractor beam.
This changes nothing, Alira, I will still destroy your vessel.
Kill us, and you'll be dead in minutes. That detonator is set on a timer - a very short one.
Now, you will promise to let us go and I will give you the correct sequence you need to disarm it.
How does it work?
This must be the arming function.
Once it has been set, you must tap in the correct sequence of keys to disarm it.
Time is running out.
Is there any way to determine the sequence?
Do you not understand? I have the sequence.
Release tractor beam!
At last. I knew you'd see it my way.
Lock nISwI' on target.
Wait!
He's bluffing. He won't do it.
Idiot! You don't understand klingons!
Alira, this is not one of your klingon operas.
Wait! You wanted to know who hired me? A klingon, from Taganika. From an ancient house.
Alira, you embarrass yourself.
You want a name? I can give you that. A name in exchange for our lives, Gowron.
I have sworn a blood-oath to kill you and all those who are responsible for the death of my friend Torghn.
Your lives are not a negotiating point.
But if you kill us, you will die.
Then let us all die together.
baH!
pItlh!
The blood-oath is obeyed.
The detonator...
Come here, poq.
We must disarm the detonator now. But only the correct sequence will work. None of us know what that sequence is.
No one will blame you if you choose wrong, poq. We are prepared... ...to die.
The singers aria from qul tuq. I should have thought of that myself.
We have killed the assassins who killed your father, poq. Until we know who hired these assassins, your oath will not be fulfilled.
We will find this klingon, from an ancient house...
Set a course for Taganika!
What does it say, Le'rat?
These words are not for me to read.
You have written a gha'tlhIq? An ode of respect for Le'rat?
Le'rat is full of many old superstitions - he believes it is bad luck to speak proud words about himself.
I will read it then.
Le'rat, House of Tignar. Warrior Son.
At the battle of teh, he took many blows.
At the battle of reth, he killed many men.
His arms were strong to hold the betleH high.
His heart was fierce to keep the enemy afraid.
At teh, at reth, at lagon, at dumath, at nemon.
His arms are heavy now with the weight of many battles.
His heart is burdened by the press of many honors.
When he dies, the heaven will shake
with the screams of his comrades.
Warning the dead, Beware! Beware!
A warrior is coming.
May you die with honor, poq.
This is a true gha'tlhIq, poq. I see the makings of a warrior poet in you. It runs in your families blood
Approaching Taganika.
Come. Prepare yourself to return.
Warrior.
Your father would have been proud of what you have done, poq.
The circle of vengeance is closed. The house of SepIch can move on.
The circle is not closed - until we find the murder of Torghn.
Qua'lon killed voQ, you have killed the assassins, your traitorous guard is also dead. Who else do you expect to find?
We still do not know who hatched this plot. The assassins said a klingon...
...of an ancient house! It has to be voQ! He is of the house of Ingka. Other than the house of SepIch, no other house on Taganika is as old.
Who else would it be?
So it would seem. But the circle does not feel complete!
If you had been able to slay him with your own hands, as I did - you would feel differently.
It is finished, Gowron.
It is not finished, K'Tar! I would speak with Gowron.
The mate of the veQ who killed my brother may not enter the house of SepIch!
You petaQ! Your men have ransacked my home, taken my belongings, my treasures.
Fitting payment for what your house has done to mine.
My mate was innocent. Let me speak!
As head of the house of SepIch, I refuse to allow you to speak.
Qua'lon! You are not the head of the house of SepIch. poq is. poq?
Speak, T'Var. You say voQ was innocent. Where is your proof?
voQ had no reason to kill Torghn.
The probe was meant for me. voQ had many reasons to see me dead.
True, Gowron.
My mate wanted you dead.
But voQ was no fool.
Everyone was what an honorable man Torghn was.
He would never have allowed a guest - Gowron, of all guests - to be killed in his house.
Think of the dishonor. He would die first - as he did.
If a man wanted my mate dead, he could aim at you, Gowron and know my mate would take the death himself.
Who knew your father well enough to know this, poq. And who would gain by Torghns death?
The house of SepIch is an ancient house too. Is there a murderer among us, poq?
You accuse me, of killing my own brother? Why? I gain nothing!
Nothing. Unless poq were dead also. Then you would become the head of the house of SepIch.
I deny it!
The charge has been made. You must offer proof of your innocence.
I will offer proof! I challenge my "accuser" to the vItHay'! A test of innocence.
Or guilt!
poq, you have made this accusation of your uncle. You must accept his challenge.
My men will see to it that the chamber is prepared.
No! My men will. pevang!
poq, son of Torghn. The charges have been made.
Qua'lon, son of Kmpoc. The charges have been denied.
You seek the judgment of vItHay'!
Qua'lon: Choose your weapon.
The weapons are chosen. The battle is to the death. To the victor goes the judgment of truth.
Begin!
So, young poq. You win! You are right - I killed Torghn, I killed your father. He and Gowron would see us ruined.
Give these alien colonies we have conquered their own rule!?
Why did our grandfathers conquer them if they were not meant to be ruled?!
There are greater forces than you can understand Qua'lon.
You look only at the depth of your own wealth.
I must look at that of the empire, and the empire is on the edge of a new era. We cannot be burdened with these unimportant planets.
You will destroy the house of SepIch!
I would make the house of SepIch rich with honor! But you will not live to see it, Qua'lon. Finish him!
It is finished! The circle of vengeance is - at last - closed!
You have done well, my human friend.
Better than I expected. Now you know what it is to be a warrior. You will never be the same. I wonder - if I have done right, teaching you this thing.
Perhaps you have learned it too well. Next time we meet, we may meet as enemies.
And you will know much about me - about us. But then, I too have learned much about you, human. It would be a good match, hm?
There is more to learn. Things you may have missed. Run this program whenever you wish, and we will travel this road again!