DEEP SPACE NINE: "Sons and... " - REV. 7/31/97 - ACT TWO      28.

26   CH'TARGH - CLOSE - ALEXANDER'S POV

	His mocking face leers.

					CH'TARGH 
			Does the son of Starfleet's finest 
			think he is too good to eat with 
			us?

					ALEXANDER 
			No. Have some lung.

	Alexander heaves his plate of food into Ch'Targh's 
	face. ROARS OF LAUGHTER echo through the hall. 
	Alexander smiles. Enraged, Ch'Targh wipes the food 
	from his face, rises to his full imposing height, and 
	tosses his chair aside.

					CH'TARGH 
			I do not like your smile. Perhaps 
			I will cut you a new one.

	Shaking with fear, rage and adrenalin, Alexander draws 
	his ceremonial dagger. Ch'Targh draws his own...

27   D'H TAHG

	Its secondary blades spring into place.

28   ALEXANDER AND CH'TARGH

	Circle each other slowly. Alexander is quicker, but 
	Ch'Targh is grounded and moves with a grace unusual in 
	a big man. The rest of the Klingons gather around to 
	watch, egging them on.

	Alexander thrusts awkwardly, as if he might trip 
	his own feet. Ch'Targh sidesteps languidly, like a 
	cat, easily blocks the blow, and slams an elbow into 
	Alexander's face that sends him reeling.

	Infuriated, Alexander recovers and attempts to rush the 
	bigger man. Ch'Targh again avoids the thrust, delivers 
	a nasty but superficial cut to Alexander's cheek and 
	dumps the boy unceremoniously to the floor.

					CH'TARGH
				(to the others)
			He fights like a Ferengi.

	Ch'Targh pauses to enjoy the ensuing laugh as Alexander 
	regains his feet. Ch'Targh's overconfidence provides 
	an opening through which Alexander's dagger connects, 
	nicking his upper arm before the veteran can pivot 
	aside.