I Cannot.

Chancellor Gowron and Lt. Commander Worf meet again

GARAK: 

We can stand here all day reminding ourselves 

just how much we hate each other, 

but you don't have the time. 

The Klingon fleet will reach Cardassian territory 

in less than one hour. 

I suggest you prepare for them.

[Ops]

(The War Game is being monitored on the big table)

KIRA: 

Based on Klingon transmissions we've intercepted, 

the outlying Cardassian colonies were overrun almost immediately. 

But, now that the Cardassian fleet has mobilised, 

the Klingons are meeting stronger resistance.

DAX: 

You'd almost think somebody warned the Cardassians they were coming.

KIRA: 

Hopefully it'll make the Klingons think twice about what they're doing.

WORF: 

Unlikely, Major. 

Now that the battle has begun, Martok and his troops will settle for nothing less than victory.

(Sisko enters from his office.)

O'BRIEN: 

Well, what did the Federation Council say?

SISKO: 

They've decided to condemn the Klingon invasion. 

In response, Gowron has expelled all Federation citizens from the Klingon Empire and recalled his ambassadors from the Federation.

KIRA: You're saying he cut off diplomatic relations?

SISKO: He's done more than that. The Klingons have withdrawn from the Khitomer Accords. The peace treaty between the Federation and the Klingon Empire has ended.

O'BRIEN: Captain, you're never going to believe this. A Klingon ship just decloaked off upper pylon three and is requesting permission to dock. They claim they have Chancellor Gowron on board and he is demanding to speak with Mister Worf, personally.

[Klingon Bridge]

WORF: Chancellor Gowron. You wished to speak with me?

GOWRON: Worf. Worf! It is good to see you. I always said that uniform would get you into trouble one day.

WORF: It seems you were right. But I do not apologise for my actions

GOWRON: Yes, yes. I know. you did what you thought was right. And even though you may have made some enemies, I assure you I am not one of them.

WORF: I am glad. Your friendship means much to me.

GOWRON: And yours to me. It has been too long since you last fought at my side. But now the time has come again. We will do great deeds in the coming days. Deeds worthy of song.

WORF: You want me to go to Cardassia with you?

GOWRON: What better way to redeem yourself in the eyes of your people. Come with me, Worf. Glory awaits you on Cardassia. Worf, why do you stand there like a mute d'blok. I have offered you a chance for glory. All you have to do is take it.

WORF: If there's any glory to be won, Gowron, it'll have to be yours alone. I cannot come with you.

GOWRON: Of course you can. It is where you belong.

WORF: I cannot abandon my post.

GOWRON: You no longer have a post. You have no place on that station, and no business wearing that uniform.

WORF: I have sworn an oath of allegiance.

GOWRON: To the Federation.

WORF: You would have me break my word?

GOWRON: Your word? What good is your word when you give it to people who care nothing for honour, who refuse to lift a finger while Klingon warriors shed blood for their protection. I tell you, they are without honour. You do not owe them anything.

WORF: It is not what I owe them that matters. It is what I owe myself. Worf, Son of Mogh, does not break His Word.

GOWRON: And what of your debt to me? Are you saying you owe me nothing? I gave you back your name, restored your house, gave your family a seat on the High Council. And this is how you repay me?

WORF: It is true I owe you a great debt. I would give up my life for you. But invading Cardassia is wrong, and I cannot support it.

GOWRON: Worf, I have always considered you a friend and an ally. And because you are my friend, I am giving you this one last chance to redeem yourself. Come with me.

WORF: I cannot.

GOWRON: Think about what you are doing. If you turn your back on me now, for as long as I live, you will not be welcome anywhere in the Klingon Empire. Your family will be removed from the High Council, your lands seized, and your House stripped of its titles. You will have nothing.

WORF: Except my honour.

GOWRON: So be it.

[Quark's cafe]

(As happy gamblers play below, Worf sits alone at a table and stare at nothing.)

O'BRIEN: You look like you could use some company.

WORF: Chief, do you remember the time we rescued Captain Picard from the Borg?

O'BRIEN: How could I forget? It was touch and go there for a while. There were a couple of moments when I thought we were all going to wind up being assimilated.

WORF: I never doubted the outcome. We were like warriors from the ancient sagas. There was nothing we could not do.

O'BRIEN: Except keep the holodecks working right.

WORF: I have decided to resign from Starfleet.

O'BRIEN: Resign? What are you talking about?

WORF: I have made up my mind. It is for the best.

O'BRIEN: Look, I know how much you miss the Enterprise, but I'm sure they'll be building a new one soon.

WORF: It will not be the same. The Enterprise I knew is gone. Those were good years, but now it is time for me to move on.

O'BRIEN: And do what?

WORF: I do not know. I thought I would be returning to Boreth, but now that is impossible. I have made an enemy of Gowron, and every other Klingon in the Empire.

O'BRIEN: All the more reason to stay in Starfleet.

WORF: This uniform will only serve to remind me of how I have disgraced myself in the eyes of my people. I suppose I could get a berth on a Nyberrite Alliance Cruiser. They are always eager to hire experienced officers.

O'BRIEN: The Nyberrite Alliance? That's a long way. What about your son?

WORF: Alexander is much happier living with his grandparents on Earth than he ever was staying with me. One thing is certain. The sooner I leave here, the better. My continued presence on Deep Space Nine would only be a liability to Captain Sisko in his dealings with the Klingons.

QUARK: Do you hear that, Chief? Seventy two decibels. Music to my ears.

O'BRIEN: I think I liked it better when it was quiet.

QUARK: You want quiet, go to the Replimat. This is Quark's the way Quark's should be. The way it was meant to be. Am I glad we finally got rid of all those Klingons. Present company excepted, of course.

(Worf leaves.)

O'BRIEN: I got to hand it to you, Quark. You really know how to make your customers feel welcome.

QUARK: What do I care? All he ever drinks is prune juice.

[Captain's office]

SISKO: I'm sorry, Mister Worf, but I can't accept your resignation at this time.

WORF: I do not understand. What further use could I be here?

SISKO: I'm not sure yet. But as long as the fighting continues between the Klingons and the Cardassians, 

I need you here on the station.

WORF :

If you think that is wise.

SISKO: 

I don't know if it's wise or not. 

But I do know that you're a good officer,

and right now I need every good officer I can get.

(Kira enters)

KIRA: 

Captain, we just got word from Bajoran Intelligence. 

The Klingons have broken through the Cardassian fleet.

SISKO: 

How long before they reach Cardassia Prime?

KIRA: 

Fifty two hours.

WORF: 

If The Klingon Empire has reverted to the old practices, 

they will occupy the Cardassian homeworld, 

execute all government officials, 

and install an imperial overseer 

to put down any further resistance.

SISKO: 

I think it's about time we had a talk with the Cardassians.

DUKAT [on monitor]: 

Captain, I'm a little busy at the moment, so whatever you have to say, make it brief.

SISKO: Dukat? I was trying to reach someone in the civilian Government.

DUKAT 

[on monitor]: 

And you have succeeded. 

You are speaking to the new 

Chief Military Advisor to the Detapa Council.

SISKO: 

Does this mean you've turned your back on 

The Central Command?

DUKAT 

[on monitor]: 

It means that as a loyal officer of the Cardassian Military, 

I am pledged to serve the legitimate 

ruling body of the Empire. 

Whoever that may be.

SISKO: 

In other words, 

you saw which way 

the wind was blowing 

and switched sides.

DUKAT [on monitor]: 

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

SISKO: 

Dukat, you have got to get those council members to safety before the Klingons reach Cardassia Prime.

DUKAT [on monitor]: 

I am open to suggestions, Captain.

SISKO: 

If you can get a ship and meet me at these coordinates, 

I'll do what I can to escort you out of the war zone.

DUKAT [on monitor]: 

That is a very generous offer. 

I must say I am touched. 

By saving the members of the Detapa Council, you will be saving some very

SISKO: 

Forget The Speech, Dukat. 

Just meet me at the rendezvous point.

DUKAT [on monitor]: 

And if the Klingons try to stop us?

SISKO: 

Then I'll be there to reason with them. 

I doubt the Klingons will fire on a Federation ship.

DUKAT: 

I'm not sure I share your optimism, 

but then I don't have much choice, do I? 

We'll meet you there.

(Transmission ends)

WORF: 

Sir, if the Klingons are right, 

if the Cardassian government 

has been taken over by The Founders

SISKO: 

Then we'll be helping them to escape. 

That's the chance we'll have to take. I know you want to be out of that uniform but right now I need you with me.

WORF: 

I understand

FAILURE OF IMAGINATION

ODO: 

He's telling The Truth, Commander --

He doesn't know why the Romulans 

would try to kill him. 

SISKO: 

What makes you so sure? 

ODO: 

Because if he did know, he'd already be spinning out an elaborate web of lies to cover up The Truth. 

GARAK: 

The Truth is usually just an excuse for 

A Lack of Imagination. 

On the morning of September 11, 2001, 19 men armed with boxcutters directed by a man on dialysis in a cave fortress halfway around the world using a satellite phone and a laptop directed the most sophisticated penetration of the most heavily-defended airspace in the world, overpowering the passengers and the military combat-trained pilots on 4 commercial aircraft before flying those planes wildly off course for over an hour without being molested by a single fighter interceptor.

These 19 hijackers, devout religious fundamentalists who liked to drink alcohol, snort cocaine, and live with pink-haired strippers, managed to knock down 3 buildings with 2 planes in New York, while in Washington a pilot who couldn’t handle a single engine Cessna was able to fly a 757 in an 8,000 foot descending 270 degree corskscrew turn to come exactly level with the ground, hitting the Pentagon in the budget analyst office where DoD staffers were working on the mystery of the 2.3 trillion dollars that Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld had announced “missing” from the Pentagon’s coffers in a press conference the day before, on September 10, 2001.

Luckily, the news anchors knew who did it within minutes, the pundits knew within hours, the Administration knew within the day, and the evidence literally fell into the FBI’s lap. But for some reason a bunch of crazy conspiracy theorists demanded an investigation into the greatest attack on American soil in history.

The investigation was delayed, underfunded, set up to fail, a conflict of interest and a cover upfrom start to finish. It was based on testimony extracted through torture, the records of which were destroyed. It failed to mention the existence of WTC7, Able Danger, Ptech, Sibel Edmonds,OBL and the CIA, and the drills of hijacked aircraft being flown into buildings that were being simulated at the precise same time that those events were actually happening. It was lied to by the Pentagon, the CIA, the Bush Administration and as for Bush and Cheney…well, no one knows what they told it because they testified in secret, off the record, not under oath and behind closed doors. It didn’t bother to look at who funded the attacks because that question is of “little practical significance“. Still, the 9/11 Commission did brilliantly, answering all of the questions the public had (except most of the victims’ family members’ questions) and pinned blame on all the people responsible (although no one so much as lost their job), determining the attacks were “a failure of imagination” because “I don’t think anyone could envision flying airplanes into buildings ” except the Pentagon and FEMA and NORAD and the NRO.

The DIA destroyed 2.5 TB of data on Able Danger, but that’s OK because it probably wasn’t important.

The SEC destroyed their records on the investigation into the insider trading before the attacks, but that’s OK because destroying the records of the largest investigation in SEC history is just part of routine record keeping.

NIST has classified the data that they used for their model of WTC7’s collapse, but that’s OK because knowing how they made their model of that collapse would “jeopardize public safety“.

The FBI has argued that all material related to their investigation of 9/11 should be kept secret from the public, but that’s OK because the FBI probably has nothing to hide.

This man never existed, nor is anything he had to say worthy of your attention, and if you say otherwise you are a paranoid conspiracy theorist and deserve to be shunned by all of humanity. Likewise him, him, him, and her. (and her and her and him).

Osama Bin Laden lived in a cave fortress in the hills of Afghanistan, but somehow got away. Then he was hiding out in Tora Bora but somehow got away. Then he lived in Abottabad for years, taunting the most comprehensive intelligence dragnet employing the most sophisticated technology in the history of the world for 10 years, releasing video after video with complete impunity (and getting younger and younger as he did so), before finally being found in a daring SEAL team raid which wasn’t recorded on video, in which he didn’t resist or use his wife as a human shield, and in which these crack special forces operatives panicked and killed this unarmed man, supposedly the best source of intelligence about those dastardly terrorists on the planet. Then they dumped his body in the ocean before telling anyone about it. Then a couple dozen of that team’s members died in a helicopter crash in Afghanistan.

This is the story of 9/11, brought to you by the media which told you the hard truths about JFK and incubator babies and mobile production facilities and the rescue of Jessica Lynch.

If you have any questions about this story…you are a batshit, paranoid, tinfoil, dog-abusing baby-hater and will be reviled by everyone. If you love your country and/or freedom, happiness, rainbows, rock and roll, puppy dogs, apple pie and your grandma, you will never ever express doubts about any part of this story to anyone. Ever.

This has been a public service announcement by: the Friends of the FBI, CIA, NSA, DIA, SEC,MSM, White House, NIST, and the 9/11 Commission. 

Because Ignorance is Strength