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Looking good.

I'll go five.

Five 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.

50, Right?

50 is the bet.

What's the matter?

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.

Your 50, and 50 more.

Love to play,
but not with these cards.

Looks like
it's just us, handsome.

I'll see you.

Beats my straight.

The iceman wins again.

You took my last chip.

You could at least
smile, Worf.

Smiling would break
his concentration.

Your deal.

Geordi.

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.

Bridge to Commander Riker.

We're receiving
a class 1 1 emergency signal

from Starfleet Command.

On my way.

50-- You were bluffing.

Klingons never bluff.

Yeah, right.

Mr. Data?

Emergency signal reads
as follows--

"Enterprise to divert
to coordinates 4-2-3

"by 1-1-2 by 5-1 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.

Course laid in, Captain.

Warp 8.

Whenever Starfleet
gets enigmatic

I know we're about
to face a challenge.

Engage.

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 lll.

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?

None, sir.

What the devil is going on?

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.

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?

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?

Apparently, there were
no starships available

on Starbase 153.

The envoy is aboard
a class-8 probe.

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

Yes, that's true, Number One.

But 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...

that's a hell
of a way to transport

a Federation dignitary.

Coming to 3-1, mark 1-1-3.

We are on a course
precisely parallel

to the probe, sir.

Increase speed to warp 8.9.

8.9, 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 0-5, mark 2-3-1.

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.

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.

Hmm.

Something wrong, Doctor?

I'm not sure.

The readings are
quite interesting.

I greet you.

I am K'Ehleyr.

nuqneH qalegneS.

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 hardship.

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

I don't blame you.

It's not most luxurious
accommodations

Starfleet has to offer.

Whoever said getting there
was half the fun

never rode in a class-A 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, hmm?

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're no longer at war.

Why us?

Wouldn't a Klingon ship
be a better choice?

A Klingon ship, the P'Rang,
is on it's way

but it's two days behind us.

That may be too late.

Why too late?

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.

No.

No?

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?

Yes.

Any professional reasons?

No.

I withdraw my request, Captain.

Good.

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.

Well, 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 l.

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.

Come.

You're upset.

Your finely honed Betazoid sense

tell you that?

Well, that and the table.

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.

That, too.

Enter program.

Show me the exercise menu.

Hold.

Calisthenics program
of Lieutenant Worf.

Program complete.

You may enter when ready.

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
backup 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.

It's not much of a program.

Computer.

Level Two.

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.

Tlhlngan jiH.

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.

Tlhlngan jiH.

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 chaperon?

Android, of course, is correct

but I fail to see how "chaperon"
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 l.

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?

We can beam an away 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.

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...

Captain, we are detecting a ship

bearing 3-1-6 mark 4-2.

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've spotted us.

Magnification 100.

Mr. Data?

Sensors show

Iife-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.

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?

I think so.

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.

Warp 2, sir.

Captain, let them die
like Klingons-- in battle.

They deserve that much.

Captain.

I have another option.

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 3-2 mark 8-1.

Increasing to warp 3.

Standard evasive maneuver.

Helm, stay with them.

Yes, sir.

The T'Ong is now on a heading

of 4-2 mark 1 -1 -3.

They are accelerating to warp 5.

They're going to make
a break for it.

Overtake.
Warp 8.

Aye.

Now put us right in their path

and come to a full stop.

Full power to shields.

Full power, sir.

Well, we've thrown
down the gauntlet.

Let's see if they pick it up.

They are slowing to impulse,
sir.

Phaser hit on forward shields.

Firming up now, no damage.

I guess we've piqued
their interest now.

Agreed.

Let's give them a chance

to look their enemy
in the face.

Ready, Lieutenant?

Open hailing frequencies.

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 I 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?

No, sir.

Very well, fire all phasers.

Wait!

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.