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Not all the Klingons at Khitomer
were killed during the massacre.

Many were captured

by the Romulans and placed
in a prison camp

on a remote planet.

Your father was among them.

If my father were alive,
it would dishonor his sons

and their sons
for three generations.

Even Alexander would bear
the burden of guilt.

So, you're willing
to ignore the possibility

because you're concerned
about dishonor?

My father is dead.

That Yridian is selling lies.

This is a homing device.

It will allow you
to find my ship when I return.

You are Klingon.

Where did you come from?

That does not matter.

I have come to take you home.

He must leave at once.

No, it is too late
for that now.

He would bring others.

Vang ghaH!

We are not leaving here

and neither are you.

And now, the conclusion.

Take his pack.

Are you afraid to die
while escaping?

We are dead, Worf.

We died at Khitomer.

We were captured.

It was worse than death.

Well, why did you
allow it to happen?

We had no choice.

We were defending an outpost
on the perimeter.

The Romulans took
out our shields.

The next blast
rendered us unconscious.

And when we awoke,
we were prisoners

unarmed and shackled.

We were interrogated
for three months.

We tried to starve ourselves

but they kept us alive.

The Romulan Commander Tokath
thought he was being kind.

The Romulans
hoped to trade our lives

for territorial concessions

but the Klingon High Council
refused to negotiate.

They would not acknowledge

that their warriors
had been taken prisoner.

And when it was clear that we
would be of no use to them

Tokath offered to let us go.

But we knew
that our families believed

we had fallen in battle

so we did not wish to return
to dishonor them.

We asked Tokath to let us stay
and he took pity on us.

I understand your desire
to preserve your family's honor.

But what of your own?

There is no honor
in remaining prisoners.

We lost our honor
when we were captured.

It does not matter
what happens to us.

All that matters

is that our families
are not dishonored.

Why did you come here, Worf?

If you had found your father

you would have found
only dishonor.

If he had been captured,
as you were...

if I had found him here...

I would be glad to see him.

There is no room in my heart
for shame.

I can only hope
that if my son came here

he would be Klingon enough
to kill me.

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.

This is a gin'tak spear.

What of it?

Have your parents
taught you nothing?

This is used for battle

not tilling soil.

We have no need
for weapons here.

The war is far away.

What war?

The war our parents
came here to escape.

That war was over
many years ago.

I'm not interested in what
you have to say, Klingon.

I've got work to do.

Hello again, Worf.

They say you've come
to stay with us.

Not by choice.

Well, aren't you happy
to have escaped the war?

The war.

Yes.

We've heard the stories
all our lives.

How people are slaughtered
in terrible battles...

forced to fight whether
they want to or not.

That's why our parents
came here...

to make a safe home

a place where they could raise
their children in peace.

I should think
you'd should be relieved

to get away from the fighting.

You're safe here.

A place can be safe
and still be a prison.

Where I come from

people are free to come and go
as they choose.

So are we.

Tell your father
that you would like to leave.

Tell him that you
would like to visit

the Klingon Homeworld.

See what he says.

Why would I want to go there?

It's dangerous.

Not any longer.

Ba'el.

Come here.

Yes, Mother.

You are not allowed
to leave the compound?

Then I suppose I won't
be seeing you at the pond again.

I told you
not to speak with him.

I'm sorry, Mother.

Enter.

I am Tokath.

I can return later
if I'm disturbing you.

It is a strange thing
when the jailer concerns himself

with his prisoner's comfort.

Mine is a strange prison.

You robbed the Klingons
of who they were.

You dishonored them.

By not slitting their throats
when we found them unconscious?

I do not expect you
to understand.

You are a Romulan.

You're just like
L'Kor was 20 years ago...

proud and angry.

He hated me.

All the Klingons did.

And I had no love for them.

I won't deny it.

When I informed the High Command

that the Klingons
wanted to remain here

I was told that unless I stayed
to oversee them myself

they would be killed.

My decision ended
my military career.

Why did you do it?

I don't expect you
to understand.

You're a Klingon.

But I do expect you
to understand this.

We've put aside the old hatreds.

Here, Romulans and Klingons
live in peace.

I won't allow you
to destroy what we have.

Do not deceive yourself.

These people are not happy here.

I see the sadness in their eyes.

That's not what I see
when I look in my wife's eyes.

I married a Klingon.

So you see

when I warn you
not to disrupt our lives here

I'm not speaking
just as a jailer

but as a man
protecting his family.

Do not test my tolerance.

? Bagh Da tuHmoh?

? ChojaH Duh rHo?

? ylja'Qo', ylja'Qo'.?

Do you know
what that song means?

No.

I just like the melody.

Stop!

There.

Captain's Log, Stardate 46759.2.

The Yridian vessel Lieutenant
Worf boarded at Deep Space Nine

has failed to arrive
for our scheduled rendezvous.

It is now 12 hours overdue.

Still no sign of them
on long-range scanners.

Contact DS9.

Find out what they know
about this Yridian trader.

Hopefully, he filed
a flight plan

before he left the station.

It's the only chance we have
of finding Worf.

We haven't had to use
one of these for a long time.

It implants
a small boridium pellet

underneath the skin.

We can use its energy signature
to track you.

In time, you will grow
accustomed to life here.

Never.

He is one of yours.

Deal with him however you like

but I warn you

if he becomes a disruption,
I will not be so tolerant.

Toq.

You guard him.

He is free to move around
inside the compound

but make certain
he does not cause trouble.

What are you doing?

This is the Mok'bara.

The form clears the mind...

and centers the body.

No. Like this.

First, you must learn
how to breathe.

Stand tall, as tall as you can.

Now, take a wider stance.

You must stop.

These forms are the basis
for Klingon combat.

You would be wise to learn them.

I will teach you.

Join us.

We'll see what L'Kor
thinks of this.

Mother?

She's not here.

Come in.

This is what I wanted
to show you.

I don't know why

but I'm not supposed
to look at these things.

They're Klingon, aren't they?

Yes.

I thought you might be able
to tell me about them.

This is a warrior's armor.

And this is a d'k tahg.

It should not be allowed
to rust like this.

Isn't it beautiful?

That is a jinaq.

It is given to a daughter
who has come of age...

old enough to take a mate.

Ba'el!

Mother...

Put that away at once.

Why is she

forbidden to know
what these things are?

They are not needed here.

Go!

Kahless held his father's
lifeless body in his arms.

He could not believe
what his brother had done.

Then, his brother threw their
father's sword into the sea

saying if he could not possess
it, neither would Kahless.

That was the last time
the brothers would speak.

What happened to the sword?

Kahless looked into the sea
and wept

for the sword was
all he had left

of his father.

The ocean filled with his tears

and flooded over the shore.

That is impossible.

For you, perhaps.

Not Kahless.

He was a great warrior.

You're making it up.

No. These are our stories.

They tell us who we are.

It is late.

It is time to sleep.

Worf.

You never answered my question.

Did Kahless ever find
his father's sword?

Yes.

He found it.

The stories that you tell...

are they true?

I have studied them
all of my life

and find new truths
in them every time.

This Kahless...

did he ever...

take a mate?

That is another story.

Tell me.

You are Romulan.

Tokath is my father.

I thought you knew that.

How could your mother
mate with a Romulan?

Why shouldn't she?

It is an obscenity.

What are you saying?
They love each other.

Romulans are treacherous.

Deceitful.

They are without honor.

My father is a good man.

He is kind and generous.

There is nothing
dishonorable about him.

He took part in a cowardly
attack at Khitomer.

Thousands of Klingons
were massacred

many of them women and children.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

My father came here
to escape the wars.

He would never kill anybody.

Ask him.

Ask your mother.

Tell them you want
to know the truth.

What is it, Number One?

We just received
the Yridian's flight plan

from Deep Space Nine.

He gets around.

He's been to three different
systems in this past week.

He could have left Worf
at any one of them.

Are any of these systems
near Romulan space?

Two of them...

the Nequencia
and the Carraya systems.

Let's head for the closer one.

Aye, sir.

What do you want?

I am... sorry if I upset you.

I was surprised.

I became angry.

But I do not blame you.

You cannot help
being what you are.

There is nothing wrong
with what I am.

What I mean is...
it is not your fault.

What, being born?

I'm sorry if that offends you.

No.

It is hard to explain.

Klingons and Romulans
are blood enemies.

Have been for centuries.

Not here.
Here we live in peace.

But I don't live here.

Worf...

before you knew,
you were attracted to me.

Can't you leave
the hatred behind, too?

Can't you accept me as I am?

I, I do not know.

It's set.
It's set.

Come on.

Come on, Toq.

Hey!

Nice.

Very good.

Who's next?
Who's next?

It's Toq again.

Toq again?

Uh-huh.

Here, Toq.

Okay?

Let's see.

Try again, Toq.

Pick it up!

Ka'la!

That is not how you play
this game.

The qa'vak is not a game.

It hones the skills of the hunt.

The "hunt"?

We have replicators here.

Klingons do not hunt
because they need food.

The hunt is a ritual

that reminds us
of where we come from.

I know where I came from...
right here.

It is a difficult skill
to master.

Perhaps you are too young.

Your arm is strong.

But you need practice.

Hold your other arm like this

and aim along it.

Roll.

Ka'la!

You learn quickly.

Perhaps it is time
to put your skills to the test.

What do you mean?

Come.

I will take you on the hunt.

You are not allowed
to leave the compound.

They won't allow it.

I think they will.

Hunting?

Have you lost your mind?

The boy can come with me.

I cannot sit in the compound
like an old man.

I must practice my skills.

We can't let you out.

You've already tried
to escape once.

I give you my word
as a warrior...

I will not try to escape.

Leave us.

We have work to do.

Tokath.

He gave his word.

Are you seriously suggesting
that we open the gates

and let him wander free
with only a boy

as his guard?

23 years ago,
I gave you my word.

In all this time,
have I ever broken it?

I told you he was yours
to deal with.

If you want to take this risk

the responsibility is yours.

You will go with him.

Take a weapon.

If he breaks his word
and tries to escape...

kill him.

He is there.

The wind has shifted.

We must wait.

Why?

We're so close.

Never approach your prey
from upwind.

The breeze
will carry your scent.

The wind is shifting again.

I can't smell anything.

He is there.

How can you...?

Yes.

I can smell it.

Remember the scent.

More than anything else

it will guide you.

Oh, it is strong!

I cannot believe
I couldn't smell it before.

Let it work its way
into your blood.

I can feel my heart pounding.

Yes.

This is the moment
where life and death meet.

This is what we are...

warriors.

I was never taught that.

There is much you
were never taught.

Aren't you hungry, L'Kor?

Or are you upset because
your prisoner has not returned?

I should not have sent
the boy with him.

If he has been hurt, I...

Don't worry, my friend.

They'll come back.

After all, a warrior
keeps his word.

Isn't that so?

Father...

if I wanted to visit Romulus

or the Klingon Homeworld

would I be allowed to go?

Ka'la!

Tonight, we eat well.

Get that off my table.

You do not kill an animal
unless you intend to eat it.

Get rid of it.

I intend to, Tokath.

But not until it's cooked.

Today, I learned
the ritual hunt.

But that is not all I learned.

I discovered

that warrior's blood
runs through my veins.

I do not know how or why

but we have forgotten ourselves.

Our stories are not told.

Our songs are not sung.

Tonight, as we came home,
we sang a song of victory...

a song known only to me
as a lullaby.

But it is a warrior's song.

Bagh Da tuHmoh.

Fire streaks the heavens.

ChojaH Duh rHo.

Battle has begun.

? Bagh Da tuHmoh?

? ChojaH Duh rHo?

? ylja'Qo', ylja'Qo'?

? ylja'Qo'?

? majoq'oDu?

? jlH dok maju'?

? paH dok chabaH?

? buraq chuQo?

? teblaw'nghu?

? mughato'Du?

? ylja'Qo?

Ba'el.

? ylja'Qo?

? ylja'Qo...?

? van'aj javDIch...?

Well, Worf, you've had quite
an effect on the young people.

I have done nothing more
than show them who they are.

No, you have shown them
what you want them to be.

Tell me this.

Do you know of any place,
any time in history

when Klingons and Romulans
have lived together in peace?

We have despised each other

fought each other for centuries

except here.

On this remote planet

Romulans and Klingons
live together in harmony.

No government...

no leader has ever done
what I have done here.

And what about Toq?

I saw what happened to him

when he caught the scent
of his prey on the wind.

For the first time
in his life, he felt powerful

and that is what he has
been denied living here.

And that is what you have
tried to take away from him.

Now, you may be content
to sit here in the jungle

and wither to old age

but Toq and the others

have tasted what it is
to feel truly alive

and they will not
give that up now.

Enough of this.

We could talk all night
and not convince each other.

I offer you a choice...

live with us as one of us...

Or...?

Or I will have you...

put to death.

Then that is
what you will have to do.

Worf, consider this carefully.

That death will be honorable.

The young people will see
what it is to die...

as a Klingon.

Enter.

Thank you.

I will remove
the tracking device.

Then you can go over the wall

and hide in the jungle.

Why are you doing this?

My father is wrong.

No matter how I
might feel about you

you don't deserve to die.

I am not going
to run away, Ba'el.

They will kill you.

Yes.
But they will not defeat me.

I don't understand you.

A Klingon does not run away
from his battles.

Is that really the lesson
you want us to learn?

You've taught us a great deal

awakened something inside us
that we never knew existed

but I don't understand what
we can learn from your death.

Then you do not yet understand

what it is to be Klingon.

Worf...

in spite of everything
that's happened

I still sense that...

that you care for me.

Am I wrong?

You talk so much
about being a warrior

about honor and death.

Is it so hard to speak of love?

Worf, please.

I would not have
thought it possible

to love a Romulan.

But you do.

Yes.

Well, if you've come that far

can't you take it one more step?

Can't you stay here with us?

With me?

If there were a way

I would take you away with me.

If there is anything
that I've learned from you...

from your reaction to me...

it's that I have no place
out there.

Other Klingons
will not accept me

for what I am.

And if I stay here

these Klingons will not
accept me for what I am.

Why did you come here?

We were so happy.

We didn't know that there was
anything missing in our lives.

Ba'el...

Good-bye, Worf.

I know that there
are those among you

who may question
what I am about to do

and you would not be wrong
to do so.

I have questioned myself.

I have spent the night
considering my decision...

challenging myself to justify
whether it is right

and I have reached
the conclusion

that it is
absolutely necessary...

to put this man to death.

What we have built together

would be destroyed by this man

and I cannot allow that
to happen.

I give you one last chance
to accept our way of life.

Those are eloquent words,
Tokath

but the truth is,
I am being executed

because I brought
something dangerous

to your young people...
knowledge.

Knowledge of their origins

knowledge of the real reasons
you are here in this camp.

The truth is a threat to you.

Enough.

Stand ready.

Raise your weapons.

Father...

Stop this!

If you kill him

you will have to kill me.

Step aside, Toq.

Worf would rather die
than accept this way of life

and so would I.

I want to leave,
as do many others.

You will have to kill us
to keep us here.

You see, Tokath...

it is already too late.

I'm warning you.

Move aside

now.

Stand ready.

Toq...

move away.

Take aim...

Ba'el.

Tokath.

Long ago, when your captives
asked to stay here

our hope was to avoid

dishonoring our children
on the homeworld

but perhaps over the years,
we lost sight

of our children
that we raised here.

This is our prison.

It should not be theirs.

Years ago, your parents
made a great sacrifice

for the sake of their families.

Today, they do so again.

For that, we must honor them.

You must promise them
never to reveal their secret.

No one must know of this place.

A supply ship
is due in a few days.

They will take us.

When they arrive

Tokath will explain it to them.

Then we will start a new life.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Our search for Lieutenant Worf
was cut short

when we received
a cryptic message from him

requesting a rendezvous
with a Romulan vessel.

He has informed us we will be
taking on passengers.

It's good to see you.

He seems fine.

We're giving everyone
a thorough checkup

in Sick Bay.

Thank you, Doctor.

Welcome home, Mr. Worf.

Thank you, sir.

Picard to Bridge.

Signal the Romulan ship
that the last group is on board.

Aye, sir.

You found what you were
looking for, Mr. Worf.

No, sir.

There was no prison camp.

Those young people are survivors

of a vessel that crashed
in the Carraya System

four years ago.

No one survived Khitomer.

I understand.