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    DEEP SPACE NINE: "Way... Warrior" - REV. 07/10/95 - ACT THREE    47.

62   CONTINUED: 

	And with that they both drink deep from half-empty 
	bottles of bloodwine, butt heads ferociously, and laugh 
	out loud. They're both a little intoxicated, Huraga 
	more so than Worf.

					HURAGA
				(having a great time) 
			Your father and I used to sing 
			that song when you were just a 
			small boy.
				(a beat) 
			Did I ever tell you how your 
			father saved my family's honor 
			during our bloodfeud with the 
			House of Duras?

					WORF  
			Many times.

					HURAGA 
			It is a good story.

					WORF
			You tell it well.

					HURAGA 
			Your father was a great warrior. 
			My family owes him everything we 
			have. I wish there was some way 
			I could repay him.

	Worf gets serious and leans closer to Huraga.

					WORF 
			There is. Tell me why the task 
			force is here. The real reason, 
			not the one Martok has given to 
			the Federation.

	Huraga studies Worf for a second. He no longer seems 
	quite as drunk as he did a minute ago.

					HURAGA 
			The real reason?
				(a beat) 
			I suppose you have the right to 
			know. You are a Klingon warrior 
			and it would be wrong to keep you 
			away from battle.
				(smiles) 
			And it's going to be a glorious 
			battle.