DEEP SPACE NINE: "Once More... " - REV. 10/01/98 - ACT ONE     13.

10   CONTINUED:	(2)

					MARTOK (Cont'd)
			Very well. Talk and be done with
			it.

					WORF
			He came to me, asking my help as 
			a friend. Kor is an old man. He 
			has no family, no influence left 
			in the Empire. He asked nothing 
			except for the chance to fight 
			and die as a Klingon warrior. I 
			told him I would speak with you 
			about finding him a command in 
			the fleet.

					MARTOK 
			I would not give that man the 
			gnawed bones of my last meal, 
			much less command of a ship.

					WORF 
			But why? There's no blood feud 
			between our Houses. And Kor told 
			me he's never even met you.

	Martok moves around the Bridge, old and bitter 
	wounds prodding him with every step.

					MARTOK 
			You can wound a man without ever 
			seeing his face. 
				(beat)
			When I was a boy, my family still 
			lived in the lowlands of Ketha 
			Province. We had very little, 
			but it didn't matter -- we were a 
			family of warriors. Fifteen 
			generations had served the Empire 
			as soldiers. My father had 
			higher hopes for me -- he wanted 
			his son to become an officer. It 
			took a great deal of effort, but 
			eventually he found someone 
			willing to sponsor me. I passed 
			the entrance exam on my first 
			attempt. All that remained was 
			final approval by the oversight 
			council -- a simple formality. 
				(beat)
			But my application was rejected 
			by one member of the council -- 
			Kor.