DEEP SPACE NINE: "Soldiers... " - REV. 03/03/97 - ACT THREE     34.

22   EXT. SPACE - BIRD OF PREY (OPTICAL)

	The ship at warp.

23   INT. KLINGON MESS HALL

	Dax ENTERS the room, looking tired and drawn. Leskit 
	is sitting on the table, drinking glass after glass of 
	bloodwine and getting nicely drunk. Ortakin is 
	standing nearby, leaning against the bulkhead and 
	listening with a scowl to Leskit.

	Kornan is sitting alone from the others, with his head 
	buried in his heads. We can't tell if he's staring at 
	the tankard of bloodwine in front of him or if his eyes 
	are closed, but it's a disturbing sight for a Klingon 
	to be hunched over in a posture of misery.

	Dax grabs a mug, fills it with bloodwine and grabs a 
	seat as Leskit continues his drunken rambling.

					LESKIT
				(a little drunk)
			... two years I've spent on the 
			Cardassian border. Two years of 
			fighting guls and legates and 
			glinns. They were cunning 
			enemies... always had us chasing 
			sensor ghosts and holo-
			projections... everything was a 
			game with them... a plan within a 
			plan within a plan leading into a 
			trap.
				(he fingers his 
				necklace) 
			It was an honor to kill them.

	Ortakin spits on the deck in contempt.

					ORTAKIN 
			The Cardassians.

	Leskit wags a finger at the younger Klingon.

					LESKIT 
			Ah, but you can respect a 
			Cardassian.