Star Trek: Deep Space Nine s06e07 Episode Script
You Are Cordially Invited
Captain's Personal Log,|Stardate 51247.
5.
It's been a week since|our return to Deep Space 9 but the mood|of celebration continues.
We're still at war,|and the station's been designated headquarters|for the Ninth Fleet.
That, plus|our strategic position guarding the wormhole,|makes DS9 one of the most|tempting targets in the entire quadrant.
But for now, at least,|the war seems very far away.
-Morning.
|-Good morning.
Good morning.
Morning, Major.
Good morning, Captain.
Do you know how much I missed|hearing you say that? Do you know how much|I hated saying "Good morning, Dukat"? I can imagine.
What's on the agenda? USS Potemkin|has completed her repairs and is rejoining the fleet|later today.
Exeter, Sutherland and Agaki have submitted|resupply requests and there are|about 1,000 messages from Starfleet Command awaiting your "eyes-only"|attention.
Anything else? General Martok is waiting|in your office.
Oh, I'll start with the General.
I thought you would.
Have I mentioned|that it's good to be home? Once or twice.
All right.
You knew about this, didn't you? Oh, I had a pretty good idea.
And you did nothing to stop it.
No.
In fact, I recommended you|for the position myself.
Allow me to offer|my congratulations to the new Supreme Commander|of the Ninth Fleet.
Do you have any idea|how much paperwork a Supreme Commander has to do? You're welcome.
May I arrange quarters|for you on the station? No, I'll keep my flag|aboard the Rotarran.
It may be cramped but at least I'll feel|like I'm still in the war.
By the way, I'd like Worf|to continue functioning as my principal|Intelligence Officer.
I don't see any problem|with that.
He's the only officer I know|who can never get enough work.
Well, at least if he's busy he'll stop going on|about this wedding of his.
Oh, there were times|aboard the Rotarran he nearly drove me mad.
Until his son arrived,|it was all he could talk about.
Then Alexander became|all he could talk about.
The man is nothing|if not single-minded.
I haven't met Worf's son yet.
What's he like? He's a fine boy dedicated, eager.
He has the heart of his father but he's not the best|soldier I've ever seen.
But when he ordered me|to bring the system back on line I thought he was still talking about the hydro-static|system, so You didn't engage the pumps while the check valves|were open.
He did.
I flooded the entire deck with super-heated|hydraulic fluid.
It took me three days|to clean it up but, I swear, it still smells|like burnt dog hair in there.
Remind me to keep you away|from the Defiant.
You're a menace.
The Rotarran's crew actually thinks of me|as a good luck charm.
You know, the more mistakes|I make, the safer they feel.
I hope the Ya'Vang's crew|feels the same way.
The Ya'Vang? I got new orders this morning.
The battle cruiser Ya'Vang|took heavy losses in their last engagement so most of the Rotarran's crew|are being transferred there at the end of the week,|including me.
Uh, more bloodwine? Why not? No.
Not for me.
Handsome young man.
He must get his looks|from his mother's side.
What do you want? Have you had a chance|to reconsider my offer? We are not getting|married in this bar.
The ceremony will take place|on the Klingon homeworld after the war.
Worf, let's do it here,|this week before Alexander leaves.
Perfect.
I'll handle|all the arrangements.
Wait.
I thought|we had agreed.
We did, but I would hate|for Alexander to miss his father's wedding.
It would mean so much to him and besides,|it may be a long time before you see him again.
What's going on? Our wedding plans have changed.
We are getting married here|on Deep Space 9 and I would like you|to be my Tawi'Yan.
"Sword-bearer.
" It's sort of like a best man.
Me? Really? Oh, that's great! I'll put that on your tab.
It doesn't leave much time|to make all the arrangements but fortunately, there isn't|that much left to do.
Worf's been planning|the ceremony for the last three months.
He has everything figured out right down to the color|of my shoes.
No offense, Jadzia,|but it seems like this wedding's all about what Worf wants.
Uh, Habitat Ring,|Section 51 Gamma.
What about you? A traditional Klingon wedding|with all the trimmings is something Worf's|been thinking about since he was a boy.
It probably has something|to do with being raised by human parents.
In any case, when it comes|to Klingon tradition Worf is very sentimental.
Worf? All men are sentimental.
They just cover it up with|scowls and clenched jaws.
There are times when Worf|literally gets misty-eyed talking about Klingon rituals.
So, uh, that's|why you're letting him make the plans for the wedding? Mostly, but the truth is I've already been through|five Trill ceremonies-- three as a bride,|two as a groom, and I'm a little bored with it.
Is it my imagination or did Odo just|try and avoid us? I didn't notice.
We've been avoiding each other ever since the Dominion|left the station.
I think we're both|afraid of talking about what happened|during the occupation.
What do you mean? Oh, to tell you the truth it's nothing I want to talk|about right now either.
Thank you for coming.
As you probably know by now Jadzia and I will be married|here on the station in six days.
There's nothing more romantic than a wedding|on DS9 in springtime.
When the neutrinos are in bloom.
By tradition,|the Klingon man spends the four nights|before his wedding on a mental|and spiritual journey.
It is called Kal'Hyah,|"The Path of Clarity" and he is accompanied|by his closest male friends.
You cannot imagine|the experience that awaits us-- four long nights filled|with song and fellowship.
A time of unbridled pleasures.
Are we talking|about a bachelor party here? It is a similar ritual.
Sounds good to me.
Me, too.
Count me in.
We will meet in the holosuite|tomorrow night at 2100 hours.
I advise you all|to get plenty of rest.
Four nights|at a Klingon bachelor party.
Just think of the possibilities.
Thank God Keiko's not here.
I wonder what Dax will be doing while we're traveling|down Kal'Hyah.
She will be taking|a different journey with my wife.
Your wife? By marrying Worf Dax will be joining|the House of Martok.
Since the mistress|of a great House must approve all marriages Sirella will spend|the next four days evaluating Jadzia.
My lady.
You've put on weight and your hair is going gray.
My deterioration|is proceeding apace.
I thought you would be|in your grave by now.
I shall endeavor to die-- this year, if possible.
Allow me to present|Captain Benjamin Sisko Commander of Deep Space 9.
Captain, may I present the mistress of the House|of Martok, my wife and the mother of my children Sirella, daughter of Linkasa.
Welcome to Deep Space 9.
Thank you, Captain.
Where is she? Jadzia's quarters are|in the Habitat Ring Section 25 Alpha.
Shall I escort you? It's quite far away.
I'll find my way.
If you'll excuse me.
Magnificent, isn't she? Are those real var'Hama candles? Yes, Worf, I traveled to Kronos.
I captured three targs|in the Hamar mountains made the ritual sacrifice|at dawn came back to the station asked Quark to boil|their shoulders into tallow.
Then, I spent two days|molding them into candles with my own hands.
I was just asking.
You were criticizing again.
Relax.
|She's not going to reject a prospective daughter because the var'Hama candles in her welcoming|display were replicated.
Come in.
Tug son bosh mok|A'Beh, Sirella koH.
E'Gagh vet moh.
What is he doing here? I meant no disrespect.
Then leave.
Your worthiness to join|our House will now be judged according to the traditions|of my family.
I am prepared, my lady.
I doubt that.
A Klingon woman would find it|difficult to gain my favor.
Foran alien it will most likely|be impossible.
I like a challenge.
I will not have my authority|challenged by you.
That's not what I meant.
If you cannot say what you mean,|say nothing at all.
The evaluation|will begin tomorrow morning.
Have the traditional meal|prepared before I arrive.
And in the future if you cannot trouble yourself|to make real var'Hama candles try not to use|such obvious fakes.
You never told me that your wife|was opposed to this marriage.
Sirella is a woman|of strong convictions.
She believes|that by bringing aliens into our families,|we risk losing our identity as Klingons.
That is a prejudiced,|xenophobic view.
We are Klingons, Worf.
We don't embrace other cultures.
We conquer them.
If someone wishes to join us,|they must honor our traditions and prove themselves worthy of wearing the crest|of a Great House.
Jadzia is worthy.
Of course she is.
She's an honorable woman|and a formidable warrior.
You should say that to Sirella.
That's not such a good idea.
I don't want her to think that I'm interfering|in her domain.
Perhaps I should speak with her.
Coming from me, it would|not seem like a challenge to her authority.
I wouldn't do that|if I were you.
Why? Well, um the truth is she doesn't like you|that much either.
Me.
Don't let that bother you.
I had every right|to bring you into the family and she's accepted the fact that there's nothing|she can do about it.
How comforting.
And they say that you|have no sense of humor.
Phew.
I could do|without the heat.
I can't, uh, say much|for the decor either.
Well, it can't be|all fun and games.
I'm sure there has to be|some sort of ritual we have to go through|before the party begins.
There is going to be|a party, isn't there? You're asking me? I can barely say|my name in Klingon.
Prepare yourselves, my friends for a journey|you won't soon forget.
These are Ma'Stakas.
What, uh, what do|we do with them? At the conclusion|of the wedding ceremony you will use them|to attack Worf and Dax.
Obviously.
|Don't you know anything? The tradition dates back to the wedding|of Kahless and Lukara who were nearly killed|by Molor's troops moments after they were married.
Until the ceremony, you should keep these with you|at all times.
I trust|this combat is non-lethal.
It is a symbolic attack only.
Oh.
That food is not to be eaten.
Then what is it for? It is there to tempt us|to break our fast.
Fast? There are six trials we must face|on the path to Kal'Hyah.
This is the first--|deprivation.
We now begin a fast|that will continue until the day of the wedding.
Well, th-that's four days away.
It is a short time I know, but we must|make the best of it.
What are|the other five trials? Blood, pain, sacrifice,|anguish and death.
Sounds like marriage,|all right.
How would you know? It is time to begin.
Need more flowers|on the banister.
We're ready with the banner,|boss.
Raise it.
You're up early.
I thought writers slept late.
Not always.
I sold my first book today.
Really?|How much did you get for it? It's just a figure of speech.
The Federation News Service is going to publish|a book of my stories about life on the station|under Dominion rule.
And they're not paying you? No.
Well, then you have|my sympathies and the first round|of drinks is on the house.
Really? No.
It's a figure of speech.
Look, I want to tell|my dad about the book.
Is he still in the holosuite? Oh, yeah.
|They're still up there.
What are they doing? It's a Klingon bachelor party.
You're a writer.
Use your imagination.
Alexander.
Grandma? Guess again.
We're still on the? The road to Kal'Hyah, day 500.
Maybe we should|turn down the heat you know, for Alexander's sake.
Oh, no, it's okay.
l, uh I just need some water.
Now, you don't want|to push yourself too hard.
You know, turning down the heat|might be a good idea.
The whole point is|to push yourself to the limits of your endurance.
I will.
I want to travel|the entire path to Kal'Hyah.
Stoke the fire again! As you wish.
Of course, we cannot expect|you non-Klingons to have the same stamina|as we do.
If you wish to quit,|no one will think any less of you.
Who said anything|about quitting? Not me.
I like the heat.
That's the spirit.
Kaaa vek ko lee ko eh to che maH lo TaH oo-wah kaH esh to|pah deH ah reee! YaH Bosh-ah!|YaH Bosh-ah! YaH Bosh tomaH! Al'qoch mensaH t'lang cho.
Again.
I've done it|three times already.
You continue to rush|through the ceremony, your body position is poor, and the placement|of the braziers on their pedestals is sloppy.
Do you know how heavy|those things are? A Klingon woman|would not complain.
You wouldn't make|a Klingon woman do it three times in a row.
I wouldn't have to.
She'd have done it correctly|the first time.
End this now, Jadzia.
Go back to your own people.
They will tolerate|your weaknesses and your failings in a way|that a Klingon family never will.
In our House, you would|always be an alien-- an outsider.
At best, you'd be|an object of pity but you'd never be accepted,|never an equal because you can never|truly be one of us.
Ko'ma tlang'goS ak-bay Hava'dak croosh tovaH Ko'ma Kahless Ko'ma Kahless,|Ko'ma Kahless.
But the Second Dynasty ended|when General K'Trelan assassinated Emperor Reclaw.
For the next ten years,|the Empire was ruled by a Council elected|by the people.
Modern-day Klingon historians refer to this|as "The Dark Time.
" But it's interesting to note|that this first and only experiment in Klingon democracy actually produced|several reforms You are straying from the saga.
Am I? Your task is to recite|the complete chronicle of the women in my family.
I just thought I'd give you a broader historical perspective|along the way.
I am familiar|with Klingon history.
Now, return to the story|of my 23rd maternal grandmother Shenara,|daughter of Emperor Reclaw in the Second Dynasty.
Well, that's where we run|into a little bit of a problem.
You see, I did some research and when Emperor Reclaw|was killed all of the members|of the lmperial Family were put to death,|including Shenara.
When the Third Dynasty|was founded ten years later a new group of Klingons|were given the titles and the names of the original|lmperial Family to create the illusion|of an unbroken line.
So, the woman that you think of as your 23rd|maternal grandmother isn't related to you at all.
Your real ancestor's name|was Karana a concubine living outside|the lmperial Stables.
My grandmother's name|was Shenara.
That may be|what's been passed down from generation to generation,|but it has no basis in fact.
But who cares about facts? The chronicle says that you have|lmperial blood in your veins and that's exactly what we'll|keep telling everyone.
Continue with the saga.
My pleasure.
Hey, Major.
Is it true Dax is having|a party tomorrow night? Ah, news travels fast.
Well, is it by invitation or? I'm sure you're welcome.
And you can tell Nog|the same goes for him, too.
Great.
Oh, I understand|congratulations are in order to our newest published author.
Thank you.
What was all that about? Nothing.
There they go.
They look so serious.
It's all an act.
They don't want|the rest of us to know what kind of debauchery|they're up to.
Like what? It's a Klingon bachelor party.
Use your imagination.
Now begins the Trial of Blood.
Let rivers flow from our veins.
Who will be first? I did not expect it|to be you, Doctor.
Neither did I.
Do not worry.
The pain will last|for only a moment.
Ta-hoo! Isn't that grand? Yeah! Whoo! All right!|He's unbelievable.
He's something.
Lieutenant Manuele Atoa|from the Starship Sutherland.
I've never seen|anything like that.
Neither have I.
Let's get something to eat.
A woman of many talents.
It's a shame she's|about to waste them all on that walking frown|she calls a fiancé.
She's too good for him.
I've said that|from the beginning.
Are you jealous? There's no profit in jealousy.
That's not a denial.
It's not to be quoted either.
Oh, don't worry.
So when did you first realize you had these feelings for Dax? Quark, wait.
Miles? Yeah? It's working.
I've had a vision about the future.
I can see it so clearly.
What is it? I'm going to kill Worf.
I'm going to kill Worf.
That's what I'm going to do.
I can see it clearly now.
I'm going to kill him.
Kill Worf.
-Kill Worf.
|-Kill Worf.
Kill Worf.
Kill Worf.
I've been getting complaints|about the noise.
Someone even mentioned a fight? Oh, there was a scuffle between Morn|and one of the Bolians but they worked it out.
How long will this party continue? This party will continue|until further notice on the personal authority|of this station's First Officer who just happens to be me.
Mm-hmm.
You're in a good mood.
Well, it's a good party.
Well Odo Odo I think we have|a lot to talk about.
I agree.
So let's talk.
Now? Don't you think we've|put it off long enough? Enjoy yourselves.
Let's, um find someplace a little quieter.
Thanks for the show.
Thanks for getting me|the day off.
Captain Shelby owed me a favor.
Actually, owed me several.
In fact, how would|you like to have another two days off? Two? What do I have to do? Not much.
Just give me something|fun to look at for the rest of the evening.
Anything else? I'll let you know.
You! Leave her|or I'll cut your head off and hang it from my belt.
I'll take care of this.
You weren't invited.
It is time|for the Bre'Nan ritual.
I'm busy.
Busy acting like a Risian slut.
I'm only going to ask|you to leave once.
You will come|with me now and perform the Bre'Nan ritual|to my satisfaction or I will cancel your wedding.
Toruk-DOH! Ladies, please.
Mok'Ta vor kash a'VEH! Why is everyone standing around? The party's|just getting started.
Play something! Double raktajino, extra sweet.
What time is it? Come on.
Wrong door.
Excuse me, sir.
Jadzia, we need to Jadzia, we need to You're mad.
I am concerned.
Yeah, well, I'm hung over.
Can we talk later? We have a very serious problem.
Sirella has canceled|the wedding.
She doesn't waste|any time, does she? She said you attacked her.
She pulled a knife.
You are forbidden to join|the House of Martok.
So I won't be invited|to the family picnics.
I'll live.
I cannot believe|how you're taking this so lightly.
Do you hear that? What? It sounds like voices.
-Hi.
|-Hi.
Is the party over? You could say that.
It's 10:30.
In the morning? I'm on duty.
So am I.
It was a great party.
Thanks.
We must deal|with the situation now.
Stop yelling.
My head hurts.
You must go to Sirella|and beg her forgiveness.
I don't beg.
You are allowing|your pride to blind you.
Look who's talking.
You want me to go crawling|to some old hag just so you can have your|traditional Klingon wedding.
This is about more|than just tradition.
You and I have embarked|on a spiritual journey one that will bind us together through this life|and into the next.
You cannot turn back now.
Maybe you're on a|spiritual journey, Worf but I just want to get married.
So why don't you go back|to sweating and bleeding with your friends|in the holosuite and when you're done meet me in Benjamin's office and he'll perform the ceremony.
If that is your attitude perhaps Sirella|was right about you.
There should be no wedding.
That's fine with me.
What's going on? Haven't you heard? The wedding's off.
Off? Why? She says it's because he's|a pig-headed, stubborn man who puts tradition|before everything else.
He says it's because|she's a frivolous emotional woman who refuses to take him|or his culture seriously.
You can see the problem.
They're both right.
Exactly.
Well there's only|one thing for it.
Dinner.
I'll get the menu.
Enter.
Worf you've made a grave error.
Perhaps.
Do you still love her? Of course.
However, in this case, that may not be enough.
Anyone can see that we are|hopelessly mismatched.
She is a Trill;|I am a Klingon.
She has had five marriages.
This would be my first.
When she is laughing,|I am somber.
When I am happy, she is crying.
She plays tongo with|the Ferengi bartender.
I can barely stand him.
She mocks everything while I take|everything seriously.
She is nothing like the woman|I thought I would marry.
We are not accorded|the luxury of choosing the women|we fall in love with.
Do you think Sirella|is anything like the woman I thought that I'd marry? She is a prideful,|arrogant, mercurial woman who shares my bed far too|infrequently for my taste.
And yet I love her deeply.
Hmm.
We Klingons often tout our prowess in battle our desire for glory and honor|above all else but how hollow is|the sound of victory without someone|to share it with? Honor gives little comfort to a man alone in his home and in his heart.
One steak with mushrooms baked potato, sour cream|and chives.
I should have had that.
One double Altair sandwich,|no mustard two bowls of linguini Bajoran shrimp|with extra cheese.
One loaf of mapa bread.
Quark, where's the kava juice? They're still|squeezing the roots unless you want replicated.
We'll wait.
What do you think you're doing? The wedding's been called off.
It's back on.
Worf is apologizing|to Jadzia at this very moment.
Quark, take it all away.
No food for those|on the path to Kal'Hyah.
No refunds for those|on the path to Kal'Hyah as well.
Sorry.
Father, what happened? She refused to change her mind and the wedding is still off.
Where is she? In her quarters.
I'll go talk to her.
Just keep them away|from the food? Come in! Save your breath.
Worf's gone too far,|and now it's over.
Do you know|what he wanted me to do? He wanted me to go crawling|on my hands and knees to Sirella to beg her forgiveness.
Beg her! Me! I was once the Federation Ambassador|to the Klingon Empire.
I negotiated|the Khitomer Accords before Worf was even born.
Curzon negotiated the Accords! And I've got news for you,|old man.
You're not Curzon anymore.
And what the hell is that|supposed to mean? It means that you|can't expect Sirella to treat you like Curzon just because you carry|his memories.
To her, you're|just a young woman who decided to marry|into her family.
If it means you have to bow down|and kiss her boots that's exactly what you have|to do, and you knew that.
The moment you decided|to marry Worf you knew that sooner or later|you'd have to bow down and show her the respect|that she's due.
This is Worf's fault-- Worf and his traditional|Klingon wedding.
Well, he may have let|this wedding business go to his head,|but you are 356 years old.
Compared to you,|Worf is just a kid and if you can't abide|by Klingon traditions then you never should|have let yourself fall in love with him|in the first place.
And you are in love with him.
I wasn't looking|to fall in love.
I was perfectly happy|by myself.
I had friends, a career,|adventure Then one day this Klingon with a bad attitude|walked into my life and the next thing I know,|I'm getting married.
After 356 years|and seven lifetimes I still lead with my heart.
You know, that is what I've always loved|about you.
And I think that's why|Worf loves you, too.
Whatever happened|to that young, callow Ensign I used to know? The one who used to turn to me|for advice all the time? You know, the one with hair? I grew up.
I guess it's time|I grow up, too.
Mmm.
With fire and steel did the gods forge|the Klingon heart.
So fiercely did it beat so loud was the sound,|that the gods cried out "On this day|we have brought forth "the strongest heart|in all the heavens.
"None can stand before it|without trembling at its strength.
" But then the Klingon heart|weakened its steady rhythm faltered|and the gods said "Why have you weakened so? "We have made you the strongest|in all of creation.
" And the heart said I am alone.
And the gods knew|that they had erred.
So they went back to their forge and brought forth|another heart.
But the second heart|beat stronger than the first and the first was jealous|of its power.
Fortunately the second heart was tempered|by wisdom.
If we join together,|no force can stop us.
And when the two hearts|began to beat together they filled the heavens|with a terrible sound.
For the first time,|the gods knew fear.
They tried to flee,|but it was too late.
The Klingon hearts|destroyed the gods who created them and turned the heavens|to ashes.
To this very day no one can oppose the beating|of two Klingon hearts.
Not even me.
Worf, son of Mogh,|does your heart beat only for this woman? Yes.
And will you swear|to join with her and stand with her|against all who oppose you? I swear.
Jadzia, daughter of Kela does your heart beat|only for this man? Yes.
And do you swear|to join with him and stand with him against all|who would oppose you? I swear.
Then let all present here today, know that|this man and this woman are married.
Now? Not yet.
Now? Patience.
My Lady.
Welcome to the House|of Martok my daughter.
Now, Doctor!
5.
It's been a week since|our return to Deep Space 9 but the mood|of celebration continues.
We're still at war,|and the station's been designated headquarters|for the Ninth Fleet.
That, plus|our strategic position guarding the wormhole,|makes DS9 one of the most|tempting targets in the entire quadrant.
But for now, at least,|the war seems very far away.
-Morning.
|-Good morning.
Good morning.
Morning, Major.
Good morning, Captain.
Do you know how much I missed|hearing you say that? Do you know how much|I hated saying "Good morning, Dukat"? I can imagine.
What's on the agenda? USS Potemkin|has completed her repairs and is rejoining the fleet|later today.
Exeter, Sutherland and Agaki have submitted|resupply requests and there are|about 1,000 messages from Starfleet Command awaiting your "eyes-only"|attention.
Anything else? General Martok is waiting|in your office.
Oh, I'll start with the General.
I thought you would.
Have I mentioned|that it's good to be home? Once or twice.
All right.
You knew about this, didn't you? Oh, I had a pretty good idea.
And you did nothing to stop it.
No.
In fact, I recommended you|for the position myself.
Allow me to offer|my congratulations to the new Supreme Commander|of the Ninth Fleet.
Do you have any idea|how much paperwork a Supreme Commander has to do? You're welcome.
May I arrange quarters|for you on the station? No, I'll keep my flag|aboard the Rotarran.
It may be cramped but at least I'll feel|like I'm still in the war.
By the way, I'd like Worf|to continue functioning as my principal|Intelligence Officer.
I don't see any problem|with that.
He's the only officer I know|who can never get enough work.
Well, at least if he's busy he'll stop going on|about this wedding of his.
Oh, there were times|aboard the Rotarran he nearly drove me mad.
Until his son arrived,|it was all he could talk about.
Then Alexander became|all he could talk about.
The man is nothing|if not single-minded.
I haven't met Worf's son yet.
What's he like? He's a fine boy dedicated, eager.
He has the heart of his father but he's not the best|soldier I've ever seen.
But when he ordered me|to bring the system back on line I thought he was still talking about the hydro-static|system, so You didn't engage the pumps while the check valves|were open.
He did.
I flooded the entire deck with super-heated|hydraulic fluid.
It took me three days|to clean it up but, I swear, it still smells|like burnt dog hair in there.
Remind me to keep you away|from the Defiant.
You're a menace.
The Rotarran's crew actually thinks of me|as a good luck charm.
You know, the more mistakes|I make, the safer they feel.
I hope the Ya'Vang's crew|feels the same way.
The Ya'Vang? I got new orders this morning.
The battle cruiser Ya'Vang|took heavy losses in their last engagement so most of the Rotarran's crew|are being transferred there at the end of the week,|including me.
Uh, more bloodwine? Why not? No.
Not for me.
Handsome young man.
He must get his looks|from his mother's side.
What do you want? Have you had a chance|to reconsider my offer? We are not getting|married in this bar.
The ceremony will take place|on the Klingon homeworld after the war.
Worf, let's do it here,|this week before Alexander leaves.
Perfect.
I'll handle|all the arrangements.
Wait.
I thought|we had agreed.
We did, but I would hate|for Alexander to miss his father's wedding.
It would mean so much to him and besides,|it may be a long time before you see him again.
What's going on? Our wedding plans have changed.
We are getting married here|on Deep Space 9 and I would like you|to be my Tawi'Yan.
"Sword-bearer.
" It's sort of like a best man.
Me? Really? Oh, that's great! I'll put that on your tab.
It doesn't leave much time|to make all the arrangements but fortunately, there isn't|that much left to do.
Worf's been planning|the ceremony for the last three months.
He has everything figured out right down to the color|of my shoes.
No offense, Jadzia,|but it seems like this wedding's all about what Worf wants.
Uh, Habitat Ring,|Section 51 Gamma.
What about you? A traditional Klingon wedding|with all the trimmings is something Worf's|been thinking about since he was a boy.
It probably has something|to do with being raised by human parents.
In any case, when it comes|to Klingon tradition Worf is very sentimental.
Worf? All men are sentimental.
They just cover it up with|scowls and clenched jaws.
There are times when Worf|literally gets misty-eyed talking about Klingon rituals.
So, uh, that's|why you're letting him make the plans for the wedding? Mostly, but the truth is I've already been through|five Trill ceremonies-- three as a bride,|two as a groom, and I'm a little bored with it.
Is it my imagination or did Odo just|try and avoid us? I didn't notice.
We've been avoiding each other ever since the Dominion|left the station.
I think we're both|afraid of talking about what happened|during the occupation.
What do you mean? Oh, to tell you the truth it's nothing I want to talk|about right now either.
Thank you for coming.
As you probably know by now Jadzia and I will be married|here on the station in six days.
There's nothing more romantic than a wedding|on DS9 in springtime.
When the neutrinos are in bloom.
By tradition,|the Klingon man spends the four nights|before his wedding on a mental|and spiritual journey.
It is called Kal'Hyah,|"The Path of Clarity" and he is accompanied|by his closest male friends.
You cannot imagine|the experience that awaits us-- four long nights filled|with song and fellowship.
A time of unbridled pleasures.
Are we talking|about a bachelor party here? It is a similar ritual.
Sounds good to me.
Me, too.
Count me in.
We will meet in the holosuite|tomorrow night at 2100 hours.
I advise you all|to get plenty of rest.
Four nights|at a Klingon bachelor party.
Just think of the possibilities.
Thank God Keiko's not here.
I wonder what Dax will be doing while we're traveling|down Kal'Hyah.
She will be taking|a different journey with my wife.
Your wife? By marrying Worf Dax will be joining|the House of Martok.
Since the mistress|of a great House must approve all marriages Sirella will spend|the next four days evaluating Jadzia.
My lady.
You've put on weight and your hair is going gray.
My deterioration|is proceeding apace.
I thought you would be|in your grave by now.
I shall endeavor to die-- this year, if possible.
Allow me to present|Captain Benjamin Sisko Commander of Deep Space 9.
Captain, may I present the mistress of the House|of Martok, my wife and the mother of my children Sirella, daughter of Linkasa.
Welcome to Deep Space 9.
Thank you, Captain.
Where is she? Jadzia's quarters are|in the Habitat Ring Section 25 Alpha.
Shall I escort you? It's quite far away.
I'll find my way.
If you'll excuse me.
Magnificent, isn't she? Are those real var'Hama candles? Yes, Worf, I traveled to Kronos.
I captured three targs|in the Hamar mountains made the ritual sacrifice|at dawn came back to the station asked Quark to boil|their shoulders into tallow.
Then, I spent two days|molding them into candles with my own hands.
I was just asking.
You were criticizing again.
Relax.
|She's not going to reject a prospective daughter because the var'Hama candles in her welcoming|display were replicated.
Come in.
Tug son bosh mok|A'Beh, Sirella koH.
E'Gagh vet moh.
What is he doing here? I meant no disrespect.
Then leave.
Your worthiness to join|our House will now be judged according to the traditions|of my family.
I am prepared, my lady.
I doubt that.
A Klingon woman would find it|difficult to gain my favor.
Foran alien it will most likely|be impossible.
I like a challenge.
I will not have my authority|challenged by you.
That's not what I meant.
If you cannot say what you mean,|say nothing at all.
The evaluation|will begin tomorrow morning.
Have the traditional meal|prepared before I arrive.
And in the future if you cannot trouble yourself|to make real var'Hama candles try not to use|such obvious fakes.
You never told me that your wife|was opposed to this marriage.
Sirella is a woman|of strong convictions.
She believes|that by bringing aliens into our families,|we risk losing our identity as Klingons.
That is a prejudiced,|xenophobic view.
We are Klingons, Worf.
We don't embrace other cultures.
We conquer them.
If someone wishes to join us,|they must honor our traditions and prove themselves worthy of wearing the crest|of a Great House.
Jadzia is worthy.
Of course she is.
She's an honorable woman|and a formidable warrior.
You should say that to Sirella.
That's not such a good idea.
I don't want her to think that I'm interfering|in her domain.
Perhaps I should speak with her.
Coming from me, it would|not seem like a challenge to her authority.
I wouldn't do that|if I were you.
Why? Well, um the truth is she doesn't like you|that much either.
Me.
Don't let that bother you.
I had every right|to bring you into the family and she's accepted the fact that there's nothing|she can do about it.
How comforting.
And they say that you|have no sense of humor.
Phew.
I could do|without the heat.
I can't, uh, say much|for the decor either.
Well, it can't be|all fun and games.
I'm sure there has to be|some sort of ritual we have to go through|before the party begins.
There is going to be|a party, isn't there? You're asking me? I can barely say|my name in Klingon.
Prepare yourselves, my friends for a journey|you won't soon forget.
These are Ma'Stakas.
What, uh, what do|we do with them? At the conclusion|of the wedding ceremony you will use them|to attack Worf and Dax.
Obviously.
|Don't you know anything? The tradition dates back to the wedding|of Kahless and Lukara who were nearly killed|by Molor's troops moments after they were married.
Until the ceremony, you should keep these with you|at all times.
I trust|this combat is non-lethal.
It is a symbolic attack only.
Oh.
That food is not to be eaten.
Then what is it for? It is there to tempt us|to break our fast.
Fast? There are six trials we must face|on the path to Kal'Hyah.
This is the first--|deprivation.
We now begin a fast|that will continue until the day of the wedding.
Well, th-that's four days away.
It is a short time I know, but we must|make the best of it.
What are|the other five trials? Blood, pain, sacrifice,|anguish and death.
Sounds like marriage,|all right.
How would you know? It is time to begin.
Need more flowers|on the banister.
We're ready with the banner,|boss.
Raise it.
You're up early.
I thought writers slept late.
Not always.
I sold my first book today.
Really?|How much did you get for it? It's just a figure of speech.
The Federation News Service is going to publish|a book of my stories about life on the station|under Dominion rule.
And they're not paying you? No.
Well, then you have|my sympathies and the first round|of drinks is on the house.
Really? No.
It's a figure of speech.
Look, I want to tell|my dad about the book.
Is he still in the holosuite? Oh, yeah.
|They're still up there.
What are they doing? It's a Klingon bachelor party.
You're a writer.
Use your imagination.
Alexander.
Grandma? Guess again.
We're still on the? The road to Kal'Hyah, day 500.
Maybe we should|turn down the heat you know, for Alexander's sake.
Oh, no, it's okay.
l, uh I just need some water.
Now, you don't want|to push yourself too hard.
You know, turning down the heat|might be a good idea.
The whole point is|to push yourself to the limits of your endurance.
I will.
I want to travel|the entire path to Kal'Hyah.
Stoke the fire again! As you wish.
Of course, we cannot expect|you non-Klingons to have the same stamina|as we do.
If you wish to quit,|no one will think any less of you.
Who said anything|about quitting? Not me.
I like the heat.
That's the spirit.
Kaaa vek ko lee ko eh to che maH lo TaH oo-wah kaH esh to|pah deH ah reee! YaH Bosh-ah!|YaH Bosh-ah! YaH Bosh tomaH! Al'qoch mensaH t'lang cho.
Again.
I've done it|three times already.
You continue to rush|through the ceremony, your body position is poor, and the placement|of the braziers on their pedestals is sloppy.
Do you know how heavy|those things are? A Klingon woman|would not complain.
You wouldn't make|a Klingon woman do it three times in a row.
I wouldn't have to.
She'd have done it correctly|the first time.
End this now, Jadzia.
Go back to your own people.
They will tolerate|your weaknesses and your failings in a way|that a Klingon family never will.
In our House, you would|always be an alien-- an outsider.
At best, you'd be|an object of pity but you'd never be accepted,|never an equal because you can never|truly be one of us.
Ko'ma tlang'goS ak-bay Hava'dak croosh tovaH Ko'ma Kahless Ko'ma Kahless,|Ko'ma Kahless.
But the Second Dynasty ended|when General K'Trelan assassinated Emperor Reclaw.
For the next ten years,|the Empire was ruled by a Council elected|by the people.
Modern-day Klingon historians refer to this|as "The Dark Time.
" But it's interesting to note|that this first and only experiment in Klingon democracy actually produced|several reforms You are straying from the saga.
Am I? Your task is to recite|the complete chronicle of the women in my family.
I just thought I'd give you a broader historical perspective|along the way.
I am familiar|with Klingon history.
Now, return to the story|of my 23rd maternal grandmother Shenara,|daughter of Emperor Reclaw in the Second Dynasty.
Well, that's where we run|into a little bit of a problem.
You see, I did some research and when Emperor Reclaw|was killed all of the members|of the lmperial Family were put to death,|including Shenara.
When the Third Dynasty|was founded ten years later a new group of Klingons|were given the titles and the names of the original|lmperial Family to create the illusion|of an unbroken line.
So, the woman that you think of as your 23rd|maternal grandmother isn't related to you at all.
Your real ancestor's name|was Karana a concubine living outside|the lmperial Stables.
My grandmother's name|was Shenara.
That may be|what's been passed down from generation to generation,|but it has no basis in fact.
But who cares about facts? The chronicle says that you have|lmperial blood in your veins and that's exactly what we'll|keep telling everyone.
Continue with the saga.
My pleasure.
Hey, Major.
Is it true Dax is having|a party tomorrow night? Ah, news travels fast.
Well, is it by invitation or? I'm sure you're welcome.
And you can tell Nog|the same goes for him, too.
Great.
Oh, I understand|congratulations are in order to our newest published author.
Thank you.
What was all that about? Nothing.
There they go.
They look so serious.
It's all an act.
They don't want|the rest of us to know what kind of debauchery|they're up to.
Like what? It's a Klingon bachelor party.
Use your imagination.
Now begins the Trial of Blood.
Let rivers flow from our veins.
Who will be first? I did not expect it|to be you, Doctor.
Neither did I.
Do not worry.
The pain will last|for only a moment.
Ta-hoo! Isn't that grand? Yeah! Whoo! All right!|He's unbelievable.
He's something.
Lieutenant Manuele Atoa|from the Starship Sutherland.
I've never seen|anything like that.
Neither have I.
Let's get something to eat.
A woman of many talents.
It's a shame she's|about to waste them all on that walking frown|she calls a fiancé.
She's too good for him.
I've said that|from the beginning.
Are you jealous? There's no profit in jealousy.
That's not a denial.
It's not to be quoted either.
Oh, don't worry.
So when did you first realize you had these feelings for Dax? Quark, wait.
Miles? Yeah? It's working.
I've had a vision about the future.
I can see it so clearly.
What is it? I'm going to kill Worf.
I'm going to kill Worf.
That's what I'm going to do.
I can see it clearly now.
I'm going to kill him.
Kill Worf.
-Kill Worf.
|-Kill Worf.
Kill Worf.
Kill Worf.
I've been getting complaints|about the noise.
Someone even mentioned a fight? Oh, there was a scuffle between Morn|and one of the Bolians but they worked it out.
How long will this party continue? This party will continue|until further notice on the personal authority|of this station's First Officer who just happens to be me.
Mm-hmm.
You're in a good mood.
Well, it's a good party.
Well Odo Odo I think we have|a lot to talk about.
I agree.
So let's talk.
Now? Don't you think we've|put it off long enough? Enjoy yourselves.
Let's, um find someplace a little quieter.
Thanks for the show.
Thanks for getting me|the day off.
Captain Shelby owed me a favor.
Actually, owed me several.
In fact, how would|you like to have another two days off? Two? What do I have to do? Not much.
Just give me something|fun to look at for the rest of the evening.
Anything else? I'll let you know.
You! Leave her|or I'll cut your head off and hang it from my belt.
I'll take care of this.
You weren't invited.
It is time|for the Bre'Nan ritual.
I'm busy.
Busy acting like a Risian slut.
I'm only going to ask|you to leave once.
You will come|with me now and perform the Bre'Nan ritual|to my satisfaction or I will cancel your wedding.
Toruk-DOH! Ladies, please.
Mok'Ta vor kash a'VEH! Why is everyone standing around? The party's|just getting started.
Play something! Double raktajino, extra sweet.
What time is it? Come on.
Wrong door.
Excuse me, sir.
Jadzia, we need to Jadzia, we need to You're mad.
I am concerned.
Yeah, well, I'm hung over.
Can we talk later? We have a very serious problem.
Sirella has canceled|the wedding.
She doesn't waste|any time, does she? She said you attacked her.
She pulled a knife.
You are forbidden to join|the House of Martok.
So I won't be invited|to the family picnics.
I'll live.
I cannot believe|how you're taking this so lightly.
Do you hear that? What? It sounds like voices.
-Hi.
|-Hi.
Is the party over? You could say that.
It's 10:30.
In the morning? I'm on duty.
So am I.
It was a great party.
Thanks.
We must deal|with the situation now.
Stop yelling.
My head hurts.
You must go to Sirella|and beg her forgiveness.
I don't beg.
You are allowing|your pride to blind you.
Look who's talking.
You want me to go crawling|to some old hag just so you can have your|traditional Klingon wedding.
This is about more|than just tradition.
You and I have embarked|on a spiritual journey one that will bind us together through this life|and into the next.
You cannot turn back now.
Maybe you're on a|spiritual journey, Worf but I just want to get married.
So why don't you go back|to sweating and bleeding with your friends|in the holosuite and when you're done meet me in Benjamin's office and he'll perform the ceremony.
If that is your attitude perhaps Sirella|was right about you.
There should be no wedding.
That's fine with me.
What's going on? Haven't you heard? The wedding's off.
Off? Why? She says it's because he's|a pig-headed, stubborn man who puts tradition|before everything else.
He says it's because|she's a frivolous emotional woman who refuses to take him|or his culture seriously.
You can see the problem.
They're both right.
Exactly.
Well there's only|one thing for it.
Dinner.
I'll get the menu.
Enter.
Worf you've made a grave error.
Perhaps.
Do you still love her? Of course.
However, in this case, that may not be enough.
Anyone can see that we are|hopelessly mismatched.
She is a Trill;|I am a Klingon.
She has had five marriages.
This would be my first.
When she is laughing,|I am somber.
When I am happy, she is crying.
She plays tongo with|the Ferengi bartender.
I can barely stand him.
She mocks everything while I take|everything seriously.
She is nothing like the woman|I thought I would marry.
We are not accorded|the luxury of choosing the women|we fall in love with.
Do you think Sirella|is anything like the woman I thought that I'd marry? She is a prideful,|arrogant, mercurial woman who shares my bed far too|infrequently for my taste.
And yet I love her deeply.
Hmm.
We Klingons often tout our prowess in battle our desire for glory and honor|above all else but how hollow is|the sound of victory without someone|to share it with? Honor gives little comfort to a man alone in his home and in his heart.
One steak with mushrooms baked potato, sour cream|and chives.
I should have had that.
One double Altair sandwich,|no mustard two bowls of linguini Bajoran shrimp|with extra cheese.
One loaf of mapa bread.
Quark, where's the kava juice? They're still|squeezing the roots unless you want replicated.
We'll wait.
What do you think you're doing? The wedding's been called off.
It's back on.
Worf is apologizing|to Jadzia at this very moment.
Quark, take it all away.
No food for those|on the path to Kal'Hyah.
No refunds for those|on the path to Kal'Hyah as well.
Sorry.
Father, what happened? She refused to change her mind and the wedding is still off.
Where is she? In her quarters.
I'll go talk to her.
Just keep them away|from the food? Come in! Save your breath.
Worf's gone too far,|and now it's over.
Do you know|what he wanted me to do? He wanted me to go crawling|on my hands and knees to Sirella to beg her forgiveness.
Beg her! Me! I was once the Federation Ambassador|to the Klingon Empire.
I negotiated|the Khitomer Accords before Worf was even born.
Curzon negotiated the Accords! And I've got news for you,|old man.
You're not Curzon anymore.
And what the hell is that|supposed to mean? It means that you|can't expect Sirella to treat you like Curzon just because you carry|his memories.
To her, you're|just a young woman who decided to marry|into her family.
If it means you have to bow down|and kiss her boots that's exactly what you have|to do, and you knew that.
The moment you decided|to marry Worf you knew that sooner or later|you'd have to bow down and show her the respect|that she's due.
This is Worf's fault-- Worf and his traditional|Klingon wedding.
Well, he may have let|this wedding business go to his head,|but you are 356 years old.
Compared to you,|Worf is just a kid and if you can't abide|by Klingon traditions then you never should|have let yourself fall in love with him|in the first place.
And you are in love with him.
I wasn't looking|to fall in love.
I was perfectly happy|by myself.
I had friends, a career,|adventure Then one day this Klingon with a bad attitude|walked into my life and the next thing I know,|I'm getting married.
After 356 years|and seven lifetimes I still lead with my heart.
You know, that is what I've always loved|about you.
And I think that's why|Worf loves you, too.
Whatever happened|to that young, callow Ensign I used to know? The one who used to turn to me|for advice all the time? You know, the one with hair? I grew up.
I guess it's time|I grow up, too.
Mmm.
With fire and steel did the gods forge|the Klingon heart.
So fiercely did it beat so loud was the sound,|that the gods cried out "On this day|we have brought forth "the strongest heart|in all the heavens.
"None can stand before it|without trembling at its strength.
" But then the Klingon heart|weakened its steady rhythm faltered|and the gods said "Why have you weakened so? "We have made you the strongest|in all of creation.
" And the heart said I am alone.
And the gods knew|that they had erred.
So they went back to their forge and brought forth|another heart.
But the second heart|beat stronger than the first and the first was jealous|of its power.
Fortunately the second heart was tempered|by wisdom.
If we join together,|no force can stop us.
And when the two hearts|began to beat together they filled the heavens|with a terrible sound.
For the first time,|the gods knew fear.
They tried to flee,|but it was too late.
The Klingon hearts|destroyed the gods who created them and turned the heavens|to ashes.
To this very day no one can oppose the beating|of two Klingon hearts.
Not even me.
Worf, son of Mogh,|does your heart beat only for this woman? Yes.
And will you swear|to join with her and stand with her|against all who oppose you? I swear.
Jadzia, daughter of Kela does your heart beat|only for this man? Yes.
And do you swear|to join with him and stand with him against all|who would oppose you? I swear.
Then let all present here today, know that|this man and this woman are married.
Now? Not yet.
Now? Patience.
My Lady.
Welcome to the House|of Martok my daughter.
Now, Doctor!