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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.

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
in the Klingon empire

will be proving theirtoduj?

- 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?

- Yeah!
- Honor!

Come on, natural 20.

Qapla'!
You've rolled an 18,

which means thepetaQ
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 brother swears revenge.

Reinforcements are on their way.

I can't believe Martok
recorded all this.

You'd think he'd be too 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.

Ah, I would love to be
a number one's number one.

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 want to 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.
- You know, I think

this whole 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.

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 transferred there
months ago.

Dude, are you messing
with us?

The Inglewood?
Tha-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.

Well, 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?

No way. I'm not trying
to get cave killed.

I'll stay on the path.

Ah! Ambush by House Dormat!

You beg for your life
like ablHnuch

and live out the rest
of your days not as a warrior

but as a dentist.

- Ouch.
- Aw, man.

Brutal.

Dulaine has a thermosphere

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 Cerritosis hosting

all the passengers
who got stuck here

while we repair and coordinate
with Dulainians on the ground.

All right. Ooh,
coordinating is my specialty.

These guys
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. Bill ups, you and your man
are heading planet side

- 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. Bill ups, just give
the Dulainians our greetings,

keep them apprised
of the repairs and, uh...

Try not to have
too much fun down there.

- Yes, sir.
- Yeah!

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?

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. Could've just said no, man.

Boimler. Vendome?

Uh, wait!

Sherwyns, I'm in.

Let's-let's do this. Let's, uh,

spring that ball.

Good game, Ensign.

I'm impressed.

By my athletic ab-b-bility?

What? 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, uh, let's get dirgey.
- 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 com badge tap away.

Really? Uh, wow.
Uh, thank you, sir.

Mr. Boimler.

Aah! Geez, Lundy, you're too...

Oh, 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. Uh, yeah.
That's e-exactly right.

Mm. My figure drawing class
needs a skeletal boy

for our life drawing
this afternoon.

Have you ever sat for oil?

Uh...

Oil me up.

Ow.

- What the hell even is this?
- 20.

I hope you're... 21...

Being careful not to... 22...

Misalign the dampeners. 23.

Are you really lifting
right now?

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?

Can an engineer do that?

Uh, yeah. With a step stool.

Bill ups
to Commander Ransom. Come in.

How's it going
down there, Bill ups?

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

You know they kiss
instead of shaking hands?

- With tongue!
- Yeah, with tongue.

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?

Great. Well, I got to go.

There's some sort
of wrestling display on,

and they need a judge.

Oh, 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.

Star fleet
isn't all about being fed fruit

by erotic aliens with
slightly different nose ridges.

Sometimes
you got to 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.

Aah! Oh, no. Oh, no,

no, no, no, no.

Oh, hey.

Hey.
What's with all the new faces?

We're hosting
everyone that got 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 Dr. T'Ana can help you out
in sickbay.

Wait. Uh, Mr. K'Ranch,

I'm gonna say yes to the hunted.

- To-to being hunted.
- Uh...

Uh, just because you said
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.

Eh, you're right...

is what the old Boimler
would have 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 even...

What the hell
is she talking about?

Bill ups,
these space elevators use

Federation standard
measurements, right?

Uh, we've run into a little bit

of a diplomacy problem
down here.

You dare enter the sacred hall

without an exposed navel?!

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

What's going on down there?
It sounds a little tense.

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

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

and now the locals are getting
pretty testy, so maybe,

sir, you could, uh, come down
here and help smooth things out.

- That would be great.
- Ha!

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

No can do, Bill ups.

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 B-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... Uh, sir, okay,
you've made your point.

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

Bill ups 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 stupid pipe.
- I'm not fumbling!

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!

Oh, no!

No, no, no!

Someone's trying to kill me!

Captain, you got to help me.
I'm being hunted.

What? Not on my ship.

That's totally unacceptable.

Security,
I need a team on Deck Three.

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, and...
- 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.

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

But I don't want to be hit
with an arrow or a 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.

Oh, he's good. You better run.

- Thanks again for the mimosas.
- My pleasure.

Happy hunting.

Sir, we could
really use your help.

The Dulainians saw that
Lieutenant Bill ups had an outie,

and now he's being sacrificed
to Morgo,

which I think
is a sentient volcano.

Help!

Just demand to parley
with their leader

and explain they cannot
sacrifice Mr. Bill ups. Okay?

Straight spine.
Speak from the diaphragm.

Right. Okay. Also, their leader

is either an ancient god
or a telepathic baby.

They're kind of dancing
around it.

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

Uh, right. Okay.

I'll speak from the diaphragm.

Help me!

- I demand parley!
- Help!

Hello? Someone?

Oh!

Ugh! 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!

Yeah!

Ransom to Mariner. Come in.

Crap.

What's up, sir?

Mariner, I was, uh...
What's that sound?

- Is that wind?
- Uh, I, uh...

I had to open up an exterior
pressure conduit. Oh!

Ah, 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 Eight.

What? You okay?

I-I-I was just saying, "Yah!

Sounds good," sir.

Where are you, prey?

...am a proud soldier
of the Klingon Empire!

Shut it.

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-I-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!

The hunted always tries
to become the hunter.

Tale old as time.

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

Stop! Please!

And with that,
my hunt has ended.

Y-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.

Maybe just one more
for the boys back home.

Climbing wall? For real?

This stupid society

built on exercise and wellness.

Okay.

Whoa!

Sorry I'm late.
Had to make a quick trip

- to the little commanders' 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?

Good one.

Let's roll.

Yeah!

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 coleader, 355,

the sentient computer!

Ooh, they weren't lying.
This did get complicated.

Wow. Psychic baby,
evil computer anda volcano?

You guys ever heard of overkill?

It provides a system

of checks and balances.

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?

Yes.

It is our highest calling.

Then behold.

Wow.

Your lava tubes are perfect.

You are wise, Star fleet.

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.

I-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,
Mariner.

Buttering me up
is not gonna make

your life any easier.

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?

Dr. 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 that I got today.

Plus nerve damage.

Plans are officially
out the air lock.

I'm Bold Boimler
from here on out.

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

Uh, how about moderation?

Old Boimler was into moderation.

Bold Boimler is 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.

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