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He only paid for one hour.

He's been in there for three

fighting the Battle
of Klachdachbrach

or some such thing,
over and over.

The Battle of Klach D'kel Brakt

is a legendary Klingon victory
over the Romulans

almost a century ago.

Well, he's been
losing it all afternoon

and he says he's not coming out

until he wins.

I banged on the door,
he sealed himself in.

I threatened
to shut off the power,

he threatened to kill me.

Oh...

Since when did you add
ancient Klingon battles

to your holosuite programs?

The Captain of
the last Klingon ship

that went through the wormhole
sold some to me.

- Ahh...
- I know, I know.

It's brutal.
It's violent.

It's bloody.

But to the Klingons,
it's entertainment.

- Shut off the power.
- He'll kill you.

No, he said he'll kill you.

Shut it off.

You dare interrupt
the Battle of Klach D'kel Brakt,

you Ferengi k'pekt!

The battle is over.

The people are waiting
to celebrate your victory.

They are?

Lead the way, then!

How did you get in here?

I am Koloth.

That doesn't answer my question.

Yes, it does.

What are the
charges against him?

Charges? No charges.

He's today's guest of honor.

You must be a very brave man
to attempt humor

at the expense
of a Klingon Dahar Master.

I apologize.

No offense intended.

Kor!

Sir...

if you'll wake up

I'll release you
into your friend's custody.

Oh.

Oh, Koloth.

wlj jup...
my old friend.

Oh, I knew you'd be here.

You disgrace yourself

and our purpose.

I do not go into battle

with one whose honor
is washed away in brestanti ale.

Keep him!

Security reassignments, Major.
Sorry it took so long.

It's been a Klingon afternoon.

"A Klingon afternoon"?

Every time Klingons
visit the station,

I wind up with
a Klingon afternoon.

But this is definitely one
I'll cherish forever.

There's a drunken Klingon
in my holding cell,

must be a hundred years old,

singing battle songs.

Even his best friend,

who's probably 150 years old,

won't have anything
to do with him,

so I get the pleasure
of listening to his repertoire.

Kor, Dahar Master
of the Klingons.

Did you say "Kor"?

That's what he announced,
right after winning

the Battle of Klach D'kel Brakt
at Quark's.

What is he doing here?

Did you get his friend's name?

Was it Kang?

- No, it was... Koloth.
- Koloth.

Come with me, Odo.

Hello, Kor.

I am thirsty.

Let him out.

Lieutenant...

I'll take responsibility.

I am very thirsty.

Kor, do you remember Curzon Dax?

Curzon?

Oh, my dear friend Curzon?

I lift my ghoptu
to Curzon Dax, mm-hmm.

And I, who was Curzon Dax,
lift my ghoptu to you.

Oh.

Scorcher burn
on your 14th rib...

Huh?

And your left QiVon aches

every time your ship
hits warp eight.

Dax?!

My C-Curzon?

After 81 years, I...

I find you a
kyamo-looking woman.

Kiss me!

How about just a great big hug?

Oh, Curzon,
my beloved old friend.

I'm Jadzia now.

Oh, well, Jadzia,
my beloved old friend.

Come on, Kor,
let's go find Koloth.

Koloth's here?

Look at him.

He practices cuts and thrusts
even with his food.

Little children do that.

A sharp knife is nothing

without a sharp eye.

Ooh. Mmm, it's been 40 years

since even his good eye
was sharp.

Ah, it's luck
when you hit the plate.

I see that the Federation
insults us

by sending a Lieutenant
to greet us.

You never had much use for
the Federation did you, Koloth?

I used to call you D'akturak,

"ice man,"

because no proposal,
no matter how reasonable,

no matter how much
it favored the Klingon Empire,

would satisfy you.

You were the toughest man

I ever faced across
the negotiations table.

Do you not recognize
our old friend, Dax, hmm?

Dax?

Curzon's dead, but Dax
is alive as a part of me.

This is a mistake.

Kang must not have known.

Ah, but what
a beautiful mistake, hmm?

Is Kang coming?

Of course he's coming.

He's brought the four of us
back together after 81 years.

Could it possibly mean
that he's --

Yes.

That is exactly what it means.

I have found the Albino.

Ah.

Kang, do you remember the first
time we sat together over bahgol?

It was the Korvat colony.

The Federation
and the Klingon Empire

were still enemies.

I never sat with you
before today.

I am Dax,

godfather of your son.

You are no one's godfather.

I am Dax, godfather of your son.

So, you are the same Dax
who took a blood oath with us

to seek vengeance?

Don't mistake a new face
for a new soul, Kang.

I still feel at one
with your family

just as I did eight decades ago.

I hope one day you'll embrace
me as a brother again.

Brother, ha!

Oh, brother, sister,
what's the difference?

We're all here now.

Speak to us, Kang.
Where is he?

Where did you find the Albino?

Seven years ago... on Dayos IV,

I met one of the Albino's
discarded wives.

I fed and clothed her.

I told her
the story of our sons.

She still feared him,
and told me nothing.

Three months ago, she died.

A week afterward, an amulet
she wore around her neck

was delivered to me
by messenger.

In it was the location

of the Albino's sanctuary.

Are you certain
that he's still there?

I have confirmed it
with traders who supply him.

It is on the fourth planet
of the Secarus system.

He has been hiding there

for nearly a quarter
of a century.

Hiding from us, no doubt.

I have been told he only has
40 men in his compound.

Evidently, he's become very lax
in his waning years.

The fool.

I wouldn't count
on information from traders.

The Albino might have told them
what to say if anyone asks questions.

She's right.

The traders may already have
warned him that we are coming.

They will never
warn anyone ever again.

This time, we will reach
the Albino

and when we do, I will cut
his heart out and eat it

while he watches me
with his dying breath.

I did not know, of course.

About Curzon?

I did not want to risk
contacting you by subspace.

I don't blame you.

That's how the Albino learned
we were coming to Galdonterre.

He has ears that reach
across the galaxy.

I don't know how.

Tell me about
my good friend, Curzon.

Did he die an honorable death?

He died in a hospital room

yelling at doctors and friends

who were trying
to keep him alive

for one more miserable day.

Oh, that's a pity.

He was a good man.

He deserved to die in battle.

It pains me that I will never
see him again in this life.

Curzon was decorated many times
for his diplomatic achievements,

but no honor touched him
as deeply as yours.

For a Klingon to choose
a Federation official

to be the godfather
of his son...

Curzon Dax opened
the door to peace.

He was the first Federation
diplomat I ever met

who truly seemed to understand
the Klingon nature.

Well, there was always a bit
of Klingon nature in Curzon.

His blood oath with you

was very important to him.

Would you eat from the heart
of the Albino, Jadzia Dax?

I know about the Trills

from my long friendship
with Curzon.

And I know that each new host

has no obligation
to past commitments.

And I know
that a Klingon blood oath

can never be broken.

The old Klingon ways
are passing.

There was a time,
when I was a young man,

the mere mention of the Klingon
Empire made worlds tremble.

Now our warriors are opening
restaurants and serving racht

to the grandchildren
of men I slaughtered in battle.

Things are not
what they used to be,

not even the blood oath.

I know you, Kang.
You don't believe that.

What I believe
is no longer relevant.

You are released
from Curzon's oath.

You owe nothing to any of us.

Are you still reading a
plasma leak in Lower Pylon One?

I can't seem to find it now.

It's been intermittent.

Let me do
a high-resolution scan.

- Kira...
- Uh-huh?

How many people did you kill?

What?

While you were
in the underground.

Too many.

Were they all...
faceless Cardassians,

or did you know
who you were killing?

Why are we talking about this?

If it bothers you, we can stop.

It bothers me.

I'm sorry.

Why?

Were you thinking
about killing somebody?

Me?

Tell me.

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

Tell me.

80 years ago, there was
a band of depredators

led by an Albino
raiding Klingon colonies.

Three Klingon warships
were sent to stop him.

One of the Captains was
a close friend of Curzon's.

The mission was successful.

Most of them were captured,
but the Albino escaped.

In his last message
to the Klingons,

he promised to take revenge

on the firstborn of each
of the three Captains.

A few years later,
he kept his word.

Somehow, he infected
three innocent children

with a genetic virus
that killed them.

One of them was my godson.

I'm sorry.

But, Jadzia...

that was Curzon's godson.

I took a blood oath
to avenge his death.

Curzon took a blood oath.

I can still remember
the boy's funeral.

He was named Dax, for me.

You've found this Albino?

We know where he is.

The three Klingons
came here to tell me--

Look, you've said yourself

every new life for a Trill
has to be a new life.

If not, you'd wind up
paying off old debts forever.

These Klingons can't possibly
expect you to keep this oath.

No, they don't.

That's just it.

They say I have
no obligation to them.

But I do.

I know it, I feel it.

If not to them,
I owe it to Curzon.

Jadzia...

your questions about my...

experience with killing,

if you're wondering
what it's like...

When you take someone's life,

you lose a part
of your own as well.

I need another arm.

Or am I doomed to choose

between perfection
and the palate?

Let me spare you that decision.

Mmm! Mmm... mmm.

Ah...

majQa'.

To the rescue.

Dax, may I present
these two... students

of... Klingon history.

Would you excuse us
for a minute?

Hmm?

Ooh, well, only a minute,
my students.

Well, you certainly don't
share Curzon's priorities.

About going
after the Albino, I do.

Kang and Koloth
don't want me to come with you.

Well, Kang thinks too much.

Koloth doesn't feel enough.

And where do you stand?

Huh? Hmm?

Oh, of course you should come.

The splendor of fighting
and killing,

a bloodbath in the cause
of vengeance,

who wouldn't want to come?

Would you speak to them for me?

It means far more
to me than I realized.

Hmm, Koloth spends all his time

practicing in the holosuite.

He listens to no one.

And if Kang's made up his mind,
there's nothing I can do.

And you call yourself
a history teacher?

What of your own history?

You are Kor, Dahar Master.

They cheered you
at Klach D'kel Brakt.

Your voice weighed heavily on
the course of Klingon events.

You shame me.

No, please don't feel that.

Huh! The only weight
I carry now, dear comrade,

is... is my own bulbous body.

I... I was once,
if you remember

far less than you see...

and far more than I have become.

I'm sorry.

My memories are still
of Kor, a great warrior.

Quark, you...

devious little Ha'DIBah!

Bring wine.

Nice of you to stop.

I'm coming with you.

Curzon Dax was a politician.

It was a diplomatic ploy
for him to bond himself

to us in a blood oath.

That's a lie.

Are... you...?

I am practicing here.

Leave while you can.

When you agree that I can
fulfill my part of the oath.

Your presence will jeopardize
the rest of us.

Leave me.

Computer, I want
a Klingon bat'leth.

Tip to tip 116 centimeters,

weight 5.3 kilos,

with an exterior hand-gripping
diameter of five centimeters.

Blades composite baakonite.

Ah, a warrior's configuration.

Now what are you
going to do with it?

I'm going to fight you.

And if my hand should slip
and you should die?

Your hand would never slip

unless you've become
old and feeble.

Come on, Koloth,
surely you can take me down.

There is tension
on your face, Koloth.

You ought to drink more.

Stand up.

Your presence against the Albino

will do honor to our cause.

Well, that's a surprise
from the great stone face.

Releasing you from
Curzon's oath is not enough.

I can see that now.

It is agreed then.

No!

I tell you now, you will not be
part of the quest.

Why do you dismiss her
like some useless t'ooho'mIrah?

We cannot go
to an enemy stronghold

with your sickly
chest announcing us.

There is nothing...

Nothing wrong with my chest.

Nothing that won't get us all
killed before we reach battle.

Come.

Ah, I need no nurse's hand.

You can't deny my right
for vengeance.

You try to speak like a Klingon,

but the words do not
fit in your mouth.

You said that to me before,
Kang, do you remember?

I do not wish to discuss it
any further.

The Korvat colony.

First day of negotiations,

I walked out on you

right in the middle of that
longwinded speech of yours.

You should have seen
the look on your face.

Nobody had ever
had the kajanpak't

to show their back to the
great Kang before Curzon did.

I almost killed Curzon that day.

I knew I had to get you
very, very angry

or my mission wouldn't succeed.

Getting you angry with me
was the only way

to begin to create a bond
between us.

Curzon understood Klingons.

And he also understood
what he was doing

when he took
a Klingon blood oath.

You can't expect me to stay here

and not avenge
my own godson's murder.

You can't ask me to live
with that kind of dishonor.

I cannot dishonor myself

by allowing you to die
in Curzon's place.

Who's talking about dying?

I have no intention of dying.

You dishonor yourself
already, Kang,

by placing your honor
above mine.

No Klingon warrior would
leave a comrade behind

while he goes off to battle.

Perhaps you're right.

Klingon honor isn't
what it used to be.

Are you trying
to anger me again?

You think the same trick
would work twice?

I understand Klingons.

All right then, it worked.

Come and fight with us.

Come and be damned.

Come in.

I was just about
to come see you.

No.

- No what?
- No leave of absence.

Kira shouldn't have told you.

Kira is my First Officer.

I don't have to tell you
what this oath meant to Curzon.

Jadzia Dax took an oath, too,
when she joined Starfleet.

You're subject
to orders, Lieutenant.

Don't do it, Benjamin. Don't
make me disobey a direct order.

I never understood this.

I mean, whatever
else Curzon was,

he did have
a fundamental morality.

He wouldn't condone murder
any more than I would.

And yet he swore
to kill this Albino

and now you plan to go out
and kill in his name.

What about the laws
of the Federation?

The Klingons have
their own set of laws.

This is justice to them.

And to you?

I've chosen to respect their
codes of honor in this matter, yes.

You really think you're
capable of doing this?

I don't know.

There's only one way
to find out, isn't there?

Let's say you are.

Let's say you even
survive this insanity.

You expect to come back
here and resume your duties,

as though nothing's happened?

I guess that'll be up to you.

The compound
is made of riddinite.

There are several walls
that separate

the main house
from the rest of the grounds.

The main power source is here.

There is an armory there.

Any information about
the positioning of the sentries?

They are posted
at standing intervals

75 meters apart
along the perimeter.

Standing, no patrols?

That's what I'm told.

Perhaps he thinks
we're already dead

and have stopped chasing him.

Or perhaps he's made
his defenses look weak

for our benefit.

Hmm, she may be right.

We have to assume
the guards patrol the perimeter.

At 75 meters apart, they're out
of eye contact with each other.

He wouldn't be that stupid.

We must expect them
to be no farther than...

50 meters apart.

Fine, it makes no difference.

Doesn't it?

If we assume he has
adequate defenses,

a minimum of 50 guards,

then we should use
a N'yengoren strategy.

No!

I will not sneak
into his bedroom

and murder him like a kah'plakt.

I want him to see us coming.

I say we make a direct attack
boldly through the threshold.

The guards will be too scattered
to defend against us.

We will overwhelm them
to glorious victory!

Or a glorious death.

It is a good day to die.

It is a good day to die.

Come on, old comrade.

For the last time,
let's sharpen our blades.

So, we talk about dying again.

A Klingon warrior
is always prepared to die.

Yes, but to invite death
with a direct assault

against a superior force...

Kang, what are you doing?

What's really going on here?

Loyalty blinds
Kor and Koloth, but not me.

This is not a plan for battle.

It's a plan for suicide.

If it were someone else,

I might think you were paid
to lure us here.

How can you say that?

I took a blood oath with you.

That's why you didn't
want me to come...

because you knew
you were coming to die.

When the amulet arrived
with the location of the Albino,

I went to the Secarus system
to see if it was true.

Somehow, the instant I arrived,
the Albino knew I was there.

He contacted me.

He sent an invitation...
the one last glorious battle.

He said he was tired
of this lifelong pursuit.

He swore to send 40 of his
strongest, most skilled men

against us in honorable battle.

And I agreed.

But why?

Because...

this is our last chance.

If we cannot reach the Albino,

we can at least die
an honorable death

trying to reach him.

A death a Klingon
Dahar Master deserves.

You know what, Kang?

I think you Klingons
embrace death too easily.

You treat death like a lover.

I think living
is a lot more attractive.

I think an honorable victory is
better than an honorable defeat.

I know the Albino's defenses.

There is no chance
of victory here.

What if they had no phasers?

That might make the odds
a little better, don't you think?

How do you intend
to disarm them all?

When we establish a low orbit,
we modulate your disrupter banks

to bombard the compound
with tetryon particles.

Every directed energy weapon
would be neutralized.

You're certain
such a thing could be done?

Well, if Curzon were here,
you'd be out of luck,

but Jadzia Dax
is a science officer.

We would also be unable
to use our disrupters,

but who among them could match
our skills with a bat'leth?

Not many.

We're about 40 minutes
from the Secarus system.

I think we should cloak,

and then you and I, old friend,
should sharpen our blades, too.

Perhaps...
it is a good day to live.

You say they promised you
an honorable battle...

hand-to-hand combat
at the main threshold.

- That's right.
- Take a look at this.

This indicates a gravitic mine
buried at the main threshold.

Yes, and he plans to detonate it

the moment we enter
the compound.

That's what you get for making
a deal with the devil, Kang.

On the other hand,
this gives us an advantage

we wouldn't otherwise have.

He's expecting us
at the front door.

How do we know
that he's even inside?

Good question.

Wait here.

Where are you going?

I'm going to find out
if he's inside.

And how do you intend
to do that?

I'll ask somebody.

We would be wise

to shut down his sensor
array before we attack.

It's controlled
from this power station.

Yes, but a power failure
would signal our presence.

At the same time
that you shut down the sensors,

I'll create a diversion
at the armory

to misdirect their response.

Good strategy,

but whoever creates a diversion

will have to run across
this field to escape.

With all due respect,

none of you are as
quick as you once were.

I'll volunteer for that job.

Agreed.

It seems this is
the best place for entry.

Right here.

I encountered a helpful lookout.

The Albino is inside.

His overconfidence will
be the death of him.

Well, he's in there now,

but the moment we attack,

he will move to a secured
command post here.

It will be midday
in about an hour.

Can you create the diversion
in the armory by then?

I think so.

We will be in position
at the powerhouse.

May Kahless guide us

on this day of vengeance.

Excuse me?

Could you tell me where
the tennis courts are?

I seem to be lost.

Huh?

There she is, over there.

I'm not firing.

What's wrong?
I'm not firing. I have no power.

Reset, reset!

- Report.
- The armory's been sabotaged.

I've diverted the forward
patrols to that area.

Cancel those orders.

Move all guards
to the inner defense line.

Make sure
the power station is secure.

- Go.
- Yes, sir.

None of the phasers
are functioning.

Not functioning?

We're running diagnostics now.

Use long-range sensors to check

for interference
from a cloaked ship in orbit.

In the meantime, have the guards
fix kuttars to their rifles

and prepare
for hand-to-hand combat.

I can't make
contact with the power station.

They must have already broken
through the inner defense line.

Move the perimeter guards
into the house.

Sir, without power, we
have no communications.

Then get out there
and tell them yourself!

I don't want that Klingon
filth to get in this --

Look upon your executioners,

killer of children.

Get them!

Koloth!

I didn't see him coming.

Even you cannot have eyes

in the back of your head,
my friend.

Quiet now... rest.

I still have work to do.

I will not die before you do,
you thunderous bulk.

The story of your courage
will never die.

I will sing the story.

The children of all Klingons
will know of this day.

You'll die far quicker
than your son did, Kang.

No vengeance today, Kang.

And who are you, girl?

You knew me as Curzon Dax.

The Trill, of course.

You're far too young and lovely
to sport such a deadly weapon.

All right then...

use it, if that's
what you came to do.

Kill me in cold blood.

Run me through the belly

and cut out my heart.

Isn't that what your
blood oath promised?

Or have you lost
your appetite, my dear?

Thank you for saving
the death blow for me.

You have honored me
one last time...

godfather to my son.

Where is Koloth?

He's dead.

Oh...

I was right, Dax.

It is a good day to die.

It's never a good day
to lose a friend.