[Mess hall]
(The EMH is singing a Klingon song when Torres enters.)
'ej HumtaH 'ej DechtaH 'Iw. And the blood was ankle-deep. 'ej Doq SodTah ghoSpa' Sqral
bIQtiQ. And the river Skral ran crimson red. I fail to see the merit of learning a Klingon
drinking song. It's not about drinking, Seven. It's about
saluting the noble deeds of our ancestors and honouring those who fell in battle. Think,
Qapla'. Think, long live the Empire! Think again.
Okay, so I'm overdoing it a bit. But try to get into the spirit of the occasion.
Very well. 'ej HumtaH 'ej DechtaH 'Iw. 'ej Doq SodTah ghoSpa' Sqral bIQtiQ 'e' pa'
jaj law' mo' jaj puS jaj qeylIS molar MIgh HoHchu'.
Gagh, anyone? Sop joq jih yuv gagh drek. (The worms are just about moving.)
He said, eat this or he'll force it down the gullet of your corpse.
No offence. Oh, none taken. So this is replicated, right?
Unfortunately. And how do you get it to move?
I used a kinesthetic agent to give it a little oomph.
Is it just me, or has everyone gone Klingon-happy? Oh, come on, B'Elanna. They're all doing this
for you. Well then, they don't know me very well, and
if you even think of joining in on this embrace your heritage nonsense, I swear, I'll rip
out your tongue and wear it as a belt. Oh no, there's not a lot of Klingon in you.
I inherited the forehead and the bad attitude. That's it. She would have loved all this.
Your mother? She was so obsessed with Klingon ritual, myths.
It used to drive my father and me crazy. Did I ever tell you that she put me in a Klingon
monastery? You're kidding.
It was after their marriage ended. She pulled me out of the Federation school in order to
teach me honour and discipline. Out of the plasma cooker, into the fire.
She prayed to Kahless every day to guide me in the ways of the warrior. I guess he wasn't
listening. Ladies and gentlemen. Could I have your attention,
please? I hate to interrupt the festivities, but before I turn the floor over to our resident
Klingon, I'd like to say a few words. This is a great day for the Klingon Empire. A day
when we honour their ancestors, those warriors whose deeds of valour and glory led them to
the Delta Quadrant. (To Torres, Janeway's words get very, very
slow. A red light is glowing behind her.) May they live on in song and story. (Torres
turns to see an altar and a Klingon warrior with a bat'leth who walks past her. Another
stands behind Janeway and raises a dagger.) Captain!
(music) (The Klingon stabs Janeway in the back. The
other slashes the EMH and Seven through the abdomen with the bat'leth. Chakotay and Kim
die next, then finally Paris.) Legh soh va gre'thor.
(He attacks Torres.)