O'BRIEN: Come on. Santa Anna didn't care about the
rules of war. If he'd executed Davy Crockett at the Alamo he would have
considered it a point of pride.
BASHIR: All right. Put it this way. In eighteen thirty six Davy
Crockett was what, forty nine? Quite old for the standards of the time.
His days as an Indian fighter were well behind him. He was just an
ex-Congressman, all reputation. Now this is not a man who was about to
fight till his last breath, Miles. The situation was hopeless, he was
out of ammunition, the Mexican army was swarming the Alamo's
battlements. He would have surrendered. It's as logical as that.
O'BRIEN: I'm not saying it couldn't have happened. I'm just saying
there's no proof.
WORF: You are both wrong. The only real question is whether you believe
in the legend of Davy Crockett or not. If you do, then there should be
no doubt in your mind that he died the death of a hero. If you do not
believe in the legend, then he was just a man and it does not matter
how he died.
BASHIR: Well, I guess that settles that.
O'BRIEN: I guess so.
WORF: Enter. Kor?
KOR: Nuq'nuh, Worf. It's good to see you, my friend.
WORF: I welcome you to my home. May I offer you some refreshment?
KOR: I would be honoured to share a bottle of bloodwine with the Son of
Mogh. I heard the news about Jadzia.
WORF: She died a warrior.
KOR: I expected nothing less. (Worf hands him a goblet) To absent
comrades. Twenty three oh nine. Very good.
KOR: The war goes well for you, Worf? A long list of victories to your
credit, I trust?
WORF: I have been fortunate.
KOR: The way of the warrior is not a humble path. Show some pride in
your accomplishments! You've earned it.
WORF: I will try. And does the war go well for you, Kor?
KOR: No, Worf. It does not go well for me. It seems my services are not
required in the present conflict.
WORF: But you are Kor, a Dahar Master, the man who held the Korma Pass
against T'nag. Your reputation alone should have assured you a command.
KOR: I also have a reputation for a certain ruthless quality toward
those who would stand in my way. Mind you, it is not entirely
undeserved. In truth, I rather enjoy being feared by my fellow
officers. However, there's a price to be paid for such singled-minded
devotion to one's ambition. I made enemies. Perhaps more than were
necessary. I have no influence left in the Empire. Even as our entire
race grapples with the Dominion there's no place for an old man with
too many enemies and not enough friends. That's why I've come here
tonight. It is not easy for me to beg you for help, but I have nowhere
else to turn. Help me fight again, Worf. Help me end my life as I've
lived it. As a warrior.
(Martok's elderly aide is with him.)
MARTOK: How many more reports does the High Council require?
DAROK: As many as last time. And Starfleet is still waiting for your
signature on these repair requests.
MARTOK: There will come a day, Darok, when your services as my aide may
no longer be required.
DAROK: I look forward to that day with great anticipation. Until then
MARTOK: Ah, Worf, good to see you. Thank you, Darok.
MARTOK: It's a pity Captain Sisko frowns on summary executions. What
can I do for you?
WORF: Kor, the Dahar Master, came to see me last night. He has been
unable to find a command and I
MARTOK: Tell me you're not going to ask me to give that man a ship!
WORF: Well, I had hoped that
MARTOK: Then your hopes are in vain. That man is not welcome in my
house and I will certainly not have him commanding a ship in my fleet.
WORF: General, Kor is a friend and I have already
MARTOK: Not another word! Do you hear? Not a word! Now get out of here
before I forget we are brothers.
MARTOK: I plan to attack the Trelka Five starbase,
then push deeper into Cardassian territory. I'll hit the Manora
shipyards, the Jem'Hadar breeding facility on Sheva Two, the supply
depots in the Borias Cluster.
SISKO: It would take half the Ninth Fleet just to destroy Trelka Five.
MARTOK: I don't intend to destroy the base, just damage it. Throw them
off balance and then move on to the next target. Imagine the chaos
we'll cause once we're in behind their lines.
SISKO: A cavalry raid. Ancient Earth soldiers mounted on horseback.
They had the speed to charge behind enemy lines to stir up trouble, and
the mobility to keep from being caught. How many ships will you take?
MARTOK: Five birds of prey. Battle cruisers are too slow, too unwieldy
for a mission like this.
SISKO: Do you want to take the Defiant?
MARTOK: Perhaps the Defiant should remain here, just in case the
Jem'Hadar try their own cavalry raid. But it may be prudent for the
Defiant and a dozen or so other starships to be waiting for us when we
SISKO: You mean you might be bringing company back with you?
MARTOK: I'm sure you'll be ready to welcome them.
SISKO: With phasers charged.
(A female officer is giving her updates to Martok
KOLANA: Our disruptor targeting sensors need to be replaced as well as
our guidance system relays.
MARTOK: Make a note of that for Chief O'Brien. He should give the
Ch'Tang first priority. (Worf approaches) So, if you have something to
ask me do it now before Darok buries me under more paperwork.
WORF: I wish to speak with you about Kor. Now I know that you have
strong feelings about this
MARTOK: Clear the bridge!
(Worf and Martok are left alone.)
MARTOK: I did not expect to hear anything further on this subject from
WORF: And I did not expect to be forbidden to speak with you on any
subject. Have I become a shuVak to be ordered about like Darok?
MARTOK: No, of course not. Very well. Talk and be done with it.
WORF: Kor came to see me, asking my help as a friend. He is an old man
with no family and 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 is no blood feud between our Houses, and Kor has
said he has not even met you.
MARTOK: You can wound a man without ever seeing his face. 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 as soldiers of the Empire, but 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 my entrance exam on my first attempt and all that
remained was final approval by the oversight council. A simple
formality. My application was rejected by one member of that council.
MARTOK: Why? Kor's family descends from the Imperial Court itself. Kor
is of the blood, born to rule by the divine will of Kahless! And what
was I? A boy from the Ketha lowlands. He could not bear the thought of
someone like me joining the elite officer ranks. And so, to my father's
embarrassment and my everlasting shame, my application was denied. And
with the mark of Kor on my record I could not join even as a common
soldier. I spent five years as a civilian labourer aboard General
ShiVang's flagship. Then, as fortune would have it, the Romulans made a
foolhardy attempt to board our ship. I earned a battlefield commission.
Unfortunately, my father did not live to see that glorious day. And if
Kor had had his way, I would still be a civilian on that ship, cleaning
the officers' mess.
WORF: I understand. But I must tell you that using my own authority, I
appointed Kor an officer in the Ninth Fleet.
MARTOK: Made him an officer, just like that. That's the difference
between his name and mine. His opens doors, mine closes them.
WORF: I did not anticipate that
MARTOK: It's done. Your apology is not sought. But know this, Worf. Kor
is your responsibility. I want nothing to do with him.
KOR: Do you remember breaking into the Duke's harem
EZRI: How could I forget that? That is one of Curzon's favourite
KOR: Come and join us, my friend.
EZRI: I am on duty. I'll see you later. It's good to see you again,
KOR: Still the same old Dax, and yet not.
WORF: General Martok will not give you a command.
WORF: He says that you struck his name from an officers list because
his family comes from the Ketha lowlands.
KOR: Did I? I don't recall. Of course, there were so many officer
lists. I suppose it's possible.
WORF: It is an unworthy reason to bar a man from serving the Empire.
KOR: Worf, you've been living among this democratic rabble for too
long. I know your bloodline. We both come from noble Houses. Among our
people that still counts for something. If Martok is a true Klingon, he
should appreciate that.
WORF: He does not.
KOR: Did he revoke my commission?
WORF: No. You will serve aboard the Ch'Tang as Third Officer.
KOR: Third? Oh, well, no matter. I've overcome greater obstacles. Thank
you, Worf. You're a true friend.
WORF: You will report aboard at oh seven hundred. And stay out of
KOR: He will not even know I am there. Worf. What was the name of the
WORF: The Ch'Tang.
KOR: Ch'Tang! Of course. I'll see you there.
KOLANA: All decks report ready. Defence systems
online. Engine room standing by. Transporter room reports that our last
crewmembers have beamed aboard.
MARTOK: Very well. Signal the squadron. Prepare to get underway. Stand
by to cloak.
WORF: Aye, sir.
MARTOK: Helm, set course three two five, mark zero zero three. Full
impulse till we clear the outer marker, then go to
(Everyone is staring at)
KOR: Third Officer Kor reporting for duty.
SYNON: (Helmswoman) The Dahar Master.
WORF: Take your station.
MARTOK: Return to your duties or I'll find a crew that can! Helmsman! I
gave you an order.
SYNON: Chah Veh!
(The cavalry troop leaves DS9.)
DAROK: Kor, here, on our ship.
MARTOK: Don't you have something to do?
MARTOK: Then find something.
DAROK: (to Kor) It's an honour to have you aboard.
KOR: Thank you very much.
KOLANA: Welcome, Dahar Master.
KIRA: So what did Kor say when he met you?
EZRI: The usual. I have the same conversation over and over again.
Everyone's shocked at first, then they start scanning my face for signs
of the person they knew as Dax. It can't be. Is it really you? Oh, I do
see a little Jadzia in the eyes, a little Curzon in the smile.
KIRA: Isn't there a period of adjustment that joined Trills have to go
through where people are comparing them to previous hosts? I'm sure
EZRI: You're right. The last five Dax hosts went through this. That
wasn't bad. You'd make a pretty good counsellor. You want to trade
KIRA: Oh, yeah, people would love bringing their problems to me. You
dreamed about what? You're crazy. Now get out of my office. Next
EZRI: Funny you should mention dreams. Ever since my conversation with
Kor, I've had the most intense dreams about him.
KIRA: Like what?
EZRI: Being on a Klingon bridge together, going off into battle,
drinking bloodwine, which still makes me gag by the way, singing songs.
A part of me wants to be out there with him now. I hope he's all right.
I mean, I know I'm sort of contradicting what I just said about wanting
to set myself apart from my previous hosts, but the memories I have of
being with him are so vivid, I can't bear the thought of losing him.
I'd give almost anything for the chance to be together one more time.
The two of us, side by side, just like it used to be.
(Quark has their drinks, and has been listening.)
KIRA: Do you need something?
QUARK: No. Nothing.
(Quark goes back to the bar.)
EZRI: So, what's your professional opinion?
KIRA: You're crazy.
EZRI: Next patient!
ODO: What's the matter with you? Someone forget to leave a tip?
QUARK: It's Ezri. She, she, I can't even say it.
QUARK: She wants to get back together with Worf.
[Klingon mess hall]
MARTOK: And before the Cardassians realized we were
even there, we destroyed the entire camp and the relay station!
KOLANA: To General Martok, victor of Felton Prime!
(Kor enters. All stand.)
KOLANA: Let me have the honour to welcome the Dahar Master to the
humble mess hall of the Ch'Tang.
KOR: Sit, sit. You do me too much honour. On this voyage I am but the
Third Officer. I expect no special treatment.
WORF: Have you settled on an attack plan for the starbase on Trelka
MARTOK: I'm going to send the Malpara and Ning'tao in ahead of the rest
of the squadron. They'll make a single strafing run on the base and
then head out of the system. When the enemy sends out their repair
crews to assess the damage, then the rest of the squadron will decloak.
With any luck, we'll catch them not only unprepared but with their
entire damage control effort underway.
KOR: Excellent! An excellent plan, General.
MARTOK: I'm glad you approve.
KOR: Of course. It's the same tactic Kang and I used against the
Federation in the battle of Caleb Four.
KOLANA: You were at Caleb Four?
DAROK: Of course he was! Forgive the ignorance of these children.
KOR: I was a young officer once. I know how irrelevant the past can
KOLANA: We would be honoured if you would tell us about Caleb Four.
DAROK: Tell the tale.
SYNON: Yes, tell us!
KOR: Well, there's not much to tell really. The battle was over almost
before the Federation knew it had begun. I commanded the first division
from the Klothos, one of the old D Five cruisers. Kang commanded the
second division. Now, you must remember that in those days, the
cloaking device was a new piece of technology. There were only a
handful of engineers in the Imperial Fleet who knew how to operate
them. Before we left Chronos, I spent three days in the engine room
taking the device apart with my bare hands and then putting it back
together again. Now this would come in handy later in the battle, as
[Klingon ready room]
WORF: It is not the fault of the crew. They are not
used to serving with a legendary figure like Kor.
KOLANA [OC]: Bridge to General Martok.
KOLANA [OC}: We are approaching Trelka Five.
MARTOK: Set defence condition one.
KOLANA [OC]: Defence Condition One. All hands to battle stations.
Repeat, all hands to battle stations.
KOR: I'm supposed to be somewhere.
SYNON: Dahar Master.
KOR: Where are you going, Lieutenant?
SYNON: To the bridge. We're approaching Trelka Five.
KOR: The bridge!
SYNON: Are you all right?
KOR: Of course. What are you waiting for? Report to your station!
SYNON: Chah Veh!
(The strafing run is underway.)
KOLANA: Their shields are down to sixty five percent. Three Cardassian
cruisers are in spacedock, orbiting the far side of the planet. Two of
them are getting underway. The Malpara and the Ning'tao have completed
(A Cardassian blows one of them out of the sky.)
KOLANA: The Malpara is gone. No survivors. Ning'tao is heading out of
the system. The Cardassians are pursuing.
MARTOK: Leaving their base unprotected. Helm, take us in. Bring us to a
hover three hundred metres above the base. Stand by to decloak on my
SYNON: Holding at three hundred metres.
MARTOK: Scan the base.
KOLANA: They've dispatched damage control teams. Two defence batteries
are out and they've just dropped their primary shield grid.
MARTOK: Decloak the ship and open fire.
KOLANA: Shields are down to eighty five percent!
WORF: Reroute emergency power to the secondary shield emitters.
MARTOK: Fire torpedoes! Helm, lay in an escape course.
SYNON: Aye, sir!
(Big BOOM on the bridge. Martok and Worf are out cold. Up steps the
KOR: Continue firing! Target their primary reactors!
KOLANA: Chah Veh!
KOR: And bring us around for another pass!
SYNON: Coming about!
MARTOK: No, only one pass. Leave the system!
KOR: Do not worry, my friend. All is well.
MARTOK: You old fool.
KOLANA: The Orantho reports their captain and first officer are dead.
They have a hull breach on their port quarter.
KOR: Instruct them to continue firing, and open a channel to Kang.
KOLANA: To Kang?
KOR: Tell him we've succeeded, and that the Federation outpost on Caleb
Four will be taken within an hour!
KOLANA: Sir, Kang has been dead for years.
KOR: Prepare a boarding party. We're going to take the base.
SYNON: But sir, they have a garrison of ten thousand!
MARTOK: By the hand of Kahless, get us out of here!
KOR: Victory is ours. The Federation will rue the day they dared to
challenge the might of the Klingon Empire. We will take Caleb Four and
raise our banner over the smoking ruins of their outpost.
(Martok throws his knife at Kor. Worf catches it and knocks Kor down.)
WORF: Escape course. Now!
MARTOK: Engage cloaks.
KOLANA: Orantho and Slivin have cloaked. No pursuit from Trelka Five.
MARTOK: No time to waste. Proceed, proceed to the rendezvous then on to
the Manora shipyards. Warp seven.
WORF: Medical team to the bridge.
MARTOK: Worf, get that man out of here.
EZRI: Hi. I think I'm in the mood for
QUARK: Wait. I have something to say. Now, you may think this is none
of my business, but someone has to speak up and I've decided that
someone is me. So here it is. I'll just say it.
QUARK: You're making a mistake by pursuing another relationship with
EZRI: Excuse me?
QUARK: You heard me. I know how Jadzia felt about Worf, but that was
her life, not yours. You're Ezri Dax. You need to give yourself a
chance to explore other relationships. You're young and beautiful and
full of life. Why go after a man who's only a memory to you? I've had
my problems with Worf, I'll admit that, but this is not about me or my
feelings. This is about you. Worf has done nothing and I mean nothing
to deserve you. Shouldn't you try and find someone who's willing to win
your heart, not just inherit it? You deserve better. There. I've said
EZRI: Can I say something now? I'm not interested in having another
relationship with Worf. I care about him and I probably always will,
but he's moved on with his life and so have I.
QUARK: Oh. Well, good.
EZRI: And I'd also like to say that what you just did was one of the
kindest, dearest and for you, one of the most embarrassing things that
I have ever heard. (kisses him) You're a real sweetheart. Can I order
now? A Moscow mule.
QUARK: Coming right up.
(Quark goes to Jake at the other end of the bar.)
QUARK: Did you hear that? She called me sweetheart.
JAKE: Yeah. So?
QUARK: She loves me.
JAKE: You're certifiable, you do realise that?
QUARK: She loves me.
[Klingon mess hall]
(Kor is at the table, alone, eating soup.)
MARTOK: And find out what is wrong with the Ning'tao. I know Captain
Lurkan is young, but he must realise the importance (spots Kor) the
importance of keeping formation. I've been thinking about our next
objective. Perhaps we should go after a bigger target, something more
threatening to our forces. Now, what about the base on Caleb Four?
DAROK: If you'll excuse me, I have duties to attend to.
MARTOK: Your duties are right here. Someone was just telling me about
the defences on Caleb Four. Who was that?
SYNON: I believe it was our Third Officer, General.
MARTOK: That's right. Third officer! Tell us about Caleb Four. Is it
manned by Jem'Hadar or Cardassian troops?
KOLANA: I thought it was a Federation outpost.
MARTOK: But how can that be? The Federation is our ally. Surely Kor is
aware of that.
SYNON: Perhaps he's confused.
MARTOK: Confused? The Dahar Master? Surely not. We must be the ones who
are confused. Enlighten us. Who mans the base on Caleb Four? Dominion
KOLANA: I think he's forgotten.
SYNON: I think he's asleep.
MARTOK: Stop it, both of you. Don't you have any respect for one of the
greatest heroes of the Empire? He's thinking it over. Give him time.
The last son of the House of Kor should not be rushed.
KOLANA: How long should we wait?
SYNON: Perhaps we should ask Kang.
(Kor stands up to leave.)
MARTOK: Well, say something, old man. Or have you lost your tongue as
well as your mind?
KOR: Savour the fruit of life, my young friends. It has a sweet taste
when it 'is fresh from the vine. But don't live too long. The taste
turns bitter after a time.
[Klingon ready room]
WORF: The new personnel roster.
MARTOK: You've removed Kor from active duty.
WORF: I saw no other choice.
MARTOK: Still, you're his friend. It must have been difficult for you.
WORF: A friend would not have put him in that position in the first
MARTOK: I've hated his name for almost thirty years. I've dreamt of the
moment when I would finally see him stripped of his rank and title,
when he would suddenly find himself without a friend in the world,
without the power of his birthright. Well, I've had that moment now.
And I took no joy from it. Have you thought about what will become of
him when we return to Deep Space Nine?
WORF: I plan to speak with Chancellor Gowron to try and find Kor some
assignment on the homeworld.
MARTOK: I'll have a word with Gowron as well.
KOLANA [OC]: Bridge to General Martok.
KOLANA [OC]: Pardon the interruption, sir. Our sensors have detected a
large body of enemy ships.
MARTOK: On my way.
MARTOK: Where are they?
KOLANA: Their warp signatures are bearing directly astern. They're
Jem'Hadar fighters and they appear to be pursuing us.
MARTOK: How can that be?
WORF: The lead ship is using some kind of long range tachyon scanner to
penetrate our cloaks.
SYNON: Does the Dominion possess such a device?
MARTOK: They do now.
WORF: How many ships?
KOLANA: I've identified ten vessels so far, and they're gaining on us.
WORF: How long before we are within their weapons range?
KOLANA: Two hours, twelve minutes.
MARTOK: Helm, have you located the Defiant?
SYNON: Yes, sir. They're waiting for us in the Kalandra sector, with
seven Federation starships. It will take us three hours, forty five
minutes to reach them.
WORF: If the Jem'Hadar could be forced to drop out of warp for only ten
minutes, they would not have time to catch up with us before we
rendezvous with the Defiant.
MARTOK: A fine theory, but how do we execute it?
WORF: We could disrupt their warp fields with an inverse graviton
burst. It would force them to drop to impulse until the gravitons
KOLANA: We would need to generate a massive burst to disrupt the warp
fields of a fleet that size.
WORF: A single bird of prey could do it by diverting warp power to the
MARTOK: How long would that delay them?
KOLANA: They could reinitialise their warp cores in less than two
WORF: If I could engage them in battle while they're still at impulse,
that would delay them even longer. I know I could do it.
MARTOK: What do you mean, you could do it?
WORF: The Orantho's Captain and First Officer are dead, and the
Slivin's deflector is damaged. It cannot generate a graviton burst. And
the Ning'tao's Captain is too young and inexperienced. I am the logical
MARTOK: But Worf, this means that you'd be sacrificing the entire crew
of the Ning'tao.
WORF: I have thought about that. We could beam most of the crew over
before I take command. I would only need six volunteers.
MARTOK: Signal the Ning'tao. Tell them to prepare for a change in
(Darok enters with a tray.)
KOR: I am not hungry.
DAROK: The food is for me. I haven't eaten in hours. Men of our
generation never stood on ceremony. We ate when we were hungry, we
fought when we were angered. Oh, I miss the simplicity of those days.
KOR: I miss a great deal about those days.
DAROK: The warriors on this ship, they don't know what they've missed.
But such is the way with children. They often let the promise of the
future obscure the glories of the past.
KOR: Is there a point to this nostalgic indulgence?
DAROK: Only that they are children. Even Martok who, for all his flaws,
is a great man, even Martok is but a child compared to you or me. They
are quick to judge and slow to forgive. They still have much to learn.
We are being pursued by a Jem'Hadar fleet. Worf believes he can stop
them with a single ship.
(Darok hands him a PADD.)
DAROK: It's a good plan, but it has one flaw. It depends entirely on
Worf successfully engaging the whole enemy fleet, if only for a short
KOR: It can be done. The key is to confuse their sensors in the opening
moments with a spread of torpedoes.
DAROK: Perhaps. But it would take a man with three times his experience
to accomplish such a feat. And such a man would have to be certain of
KOR: Such a man would not take the job unless he were certain.
DAROK: It has been an honour serving with you, Kor, son of Rynar.
KOR: Worf! Leaving for the Ning'tao, I take it?
KOR: I wanted to wish you well. I look forward to seeing you at the
gates to Sto'Vo'Kor.
WORF: As do I.
KOR: Do you have any message you want me to convey to Jadzia?
(Kor hypo's Worf.)
KOR: When I reach the halls of the hallowed dead, I will find your
beloved and remind her that her husband is a noble warrior, and that he
still loves no one but her. Goodbye, my friend. Live well.
(Kor steps into the tiny transporter alcove.)
KOR: Long live the Empire!
(A bird of prey reverses course. Darok brings a
bottle wine to Martok.)
MARTOK: On the bridge?
DAROK: If they succeed, you can drink to their courage, and if they
fail, you can still drink to their courage.
KOLANA: The Ning'tao is closing on the enemy. She's initiated the
graviton burst. Their warp fields are destabilising, They're dropping
MARTOK: By Kahless's hand, how many?
KOLANA: All of them. The Ning'tao has dropped out of warp. She's
engaging the enemy.
MARTOK: Die well, Worf.
WORF: Today was not my day to die.
MARTOK: Worf! But then who? Kor!
WORF: He surprised me outside the transporter room with a hypospray.
MARTOK: I hope that old fool understands what he's doing. How goes the
KOLANA: We're approaching the limit of our sensor range, but it appears
that the enemy formation has collapsed. The Ning'tao is manoeuvring
rapidly. She's taking heavy fire from the Jem'Hadar. I've lost contact.
MARTOK: One ship against ten. It doesn't seem possible.
WORF: He will succeed. He is Kor, the Dahar Master.
(A little later.)
KOLANA: He's done it. The Jem'Hadar are out of time. They can no longer
overtake us before we reach the Defiant.
MARTOK: How? How did that pompous old man hold off an entire Jem'Hadar
fleet with only one ship?
WORF: Does it matter?
MARTOK: Darok, give me that bottle.
(Martok knocks off the cork with his knife.)
MARTOK: To Kor. A Dahar Master and noble warrior to the end.
DAROK: (sings) Mi' qul qar'a, 'ej Do' QI'la'.
KOLANA: QI'do' Sum, garI' do' QI'la.
ALL except Martok: Sutem pa' rI' tlho' Mara' 'e' qor. rI'qa' rI'qa'
rI'qa' DaSo' pa gareh QI' ro'qa' ro'qa' ro'qa' ro'qa.