Captain's log, stardate 44995.3. We're en route to the Klingon home world,
where I will participate in the installation ceremony of Gowron, the next designated Leader
of the High Council. This visit should also provide an opportunity for one of my officers
to correct a grave injustice. [Worf's quarters]
(Worf is doing his bat'leth exercises when the doorbell rings)
Enter. Am I intruding?
No, sir. My apologies, Captain. I can be back in uniform
No, that won't be necessary, Mister Worf. I'm not here as your captain.
I'm here as the man who stood with you before the High Council. Your cha'DIch.
We will arrive at your home world in less than a day.
It is not time yet. That doesn't sound like the man
who came to me a year ago fiercely determined to return home and to clear his father's name or die
trying. Isn't it time to confront the Council? To regain your family name? Let the truth be known?
I have been told that patience is sometimes a more effective weapon than the sword.
Patience is a human virtue, one which I am glad to see you've taken to heart.
But doesn't this situation require a more Klingon response? Your discommendation is a facade
to protect less honourable men. It is a lie. Lies must be challenged.
I have grown weary of bearing this dishonour. Riker to Picard.
Go ahead, Number One. [Bridge]
We've been intercepted by the Klingon vessel Bortas.
[Worf's quarters] They claim to be our escort.
No escort was scheduled. [Bridge]
The Bortas is standing by, Captain. On screen.
Gowron. This is an unexpected pleasure. I must speak with you, Picard.
We will have to move quickly if we are to be successful.
Successful? Yes.
In preventing a Klingon civil war. [Observation lounge]
The family of Duras is massing support. They have many allies on the Council.
Duras died in disgrace. By Klingon tradition, his family should share that disgrace.
Their corruption has poisoned the Empire. Honour will soon have no meaning.
And who speaks for his family now? Lursa and B'Etor,
the sisters of Duras. And they would claim
the leadership of the Council? Women may not serve on the Council.
Then how I don't know. But they are plotting something.
They have secured the loyalty of at least three fleet commanders. Lursa and B'Etor are feared,
and fear is power. I do not see what I can do to assist.
You were first chosen as Arbiter of Succession because no Klingon could be trusted.
You accepted this duty and you must see it through to the end.
You must ensure my installation. That is beyond my purview.
You will not support me? I will not step outside
the traditional role of the Arbiter. And if they attempt to block my installation?
Then I can only assure you that I will deal with any challenge according to Klingon law.
I fear that will not be enough.