trying to...
- No.
Your head is filled with foolish
human notions about how things are.
You are Klingon.
It is time you began to act like one.
- I am part human, too.
- Listen to me, Alexander.
When a human looks at you,
he does not see himself.
- He sees a Klingon.
- It doesn't matter what I look like.
It does.
You are different
than everyone else aboard this ship.
- That's not true.
- It is.
The only way that you will ever feel
as if you truly belong
is to leave here
and go and live with your own kind.
I know a Klingon school.
You would be welcome there.
They would teach you to be a warrior,
prepare you
for the Rite of Ascension.
I don't know if I want that.
After you were there for a while,
you would find
that you wouldn't want anything else.
- I don't want to leave the ship.
- You must.
Everything depends upon it.
I thought you were different.
I thought you understood me.
But you don't.
You're just like my father.
All you care about is me
becoming a warrior. Leave me alone.
First Officer's log,
stardate 47779.4.
We've entered the Ufandi system,
where we believe the Duras sisters
have come to sell the ore
they mined on Kalla III.
I am detecting a vessel
near the third planet.
- It is a Yridian freighter.
- On screen.
Scan for magnesite in its hold.
The resonant signature indicates
that there is magnesite ore present.
Then we're too late.
The sisters have been here.
Somehow, I doubt the Yridians
will be forthcoming.
Sir.
Readings indicate that there are
500kg of ore in the Yridian hold.
- There should be over 10,000kg.
- That's odd. Hail them.
I'm Cmdr William Riker from
the Federation Starship Enterprise.
I am Yog. Why are we speaking?
Our sensors indicate
you're carrying magnesite ore.
Magnesite, yes.
- Where did you get it?
- From a Corvallan.
- For a good price.
- Where is this Corvallan now?
I'm under orders
to acquire some magnesite.
He is gone. Where?
Who is to know?
Would you sell me the ore?
No.
- I have a buyer.
- You haven't heard my offer.
Half a gram
of Anjoran biomimetic gel.
Done.
Once we verify
the purity of your ore,
we'll beam over the gel.
You're up to something.
Have the transporter room beam
the ore to these coordinates.
Sir. That would place the ore
off the starboard bow.
I know.
Transport complete.
Lock on the ore and fire.
Firing.
A Klingon bird-of-prey.
- Put a tractor beam on it.
- How did you know?
The Yridians only had part
of the shipment.
We arrived
before they completed the transfer.
- The Klingon ship is hailing us.
- On screen.
- Release our vessel at once.
- I don't think so.
We've done nothing wrong.
A simple business transaction.
We know you're dealing
in stolen ore.
I want to talk about the
assassination attempt on Lt Worf.
What assassination attempt?
This is the first I've heard of it.
Too bad it didn't succeed.
We have evidence you're behind it.
- That is outrageous.
- What is this evidence?
Beam over. We'll show you.
We'll be there shortly.
This was dropped
by one of the assassins.
It bears your crest.
Someone must have given it
to the assassins to implicate us.
Why would someone do that?
In order to tarnish our good name.
You cannot tarnish a rusted blade.
Mr Worf! You said there was other
evidence that they were involved.
Yes. On the Homeworld.
We'll set a course.
I want this cleared up.
I will send a message to Kurn.
He may wish to return
to the Homeworld as well.
Impossible.
What is it?
These markings represent
the members of our house.
This symbol represents
our father, myself, my sister.
This represents her son.
- I was not aware you had a son.
- I do not.
But I am with child.
She found out only a few days ago
and told no one but me.
How can this marking be here?
Where did this come from?
I will speak with K'mtar.
Father.
Stop. I am your son.
I am Alexander.
What are you saying?
I am your son Alexander.
I have come to this time