Allen: Now you see my predicament... I think we should leave Voporak out to dry to a degree and not acknowledge we know about him being here. The three of us are here for trade negotiations and that is all.. If the Dominion grill us we must have no evidence to suggest that we are connected to Voporak. This should avoid a war with them as we tell them that Voporak is a renegade but as there is no provision for this kind of thing in the treaty we are obligated to ensure we catch the fugitive and make sure he is delivered to the courts... to choose his fate.
Which I have no intention of doing we could always say he got away from us after damaging our vessels of the means to capture him. Call it a sort of heist idea and prude.
*Ryan looks at Allen and then to Daya. He then returns his gaze to both of them.*
Ryan: I think it's time I spoke with the Admiral.
*10 minutes later. Ryan walks into Voporak's Ready Room and nods.*
Daya: Same old. Charting the Rolor Nebula with the odd encounter with the True Way. Nothing new.
What about you, Captain?
Allen: Well me and Duras had another run in the Briar Patch, charting the Delta Voltanus cluster and other clusters. My run ins with the True Way are bumpy to say the least. The medical procedure I took to reduce my headaches hasn't worked...
*Qo'nos. The Great Hall. The President of the Democrats is in the Hall, littered with guards.
Qo'nos Orbit. The shuttle arrives under cloak. On the shuttle, Markon prepares to beam down straight into the Great Hall. He places the poem back into the handle of the dk'tagh before walking onto the Transporter Pad. He turns to Wax.*
Markon: I must go alone. For us both to beam down would be a fatal mistake. Someone must survive to tell the Federation what happened here.
Live proudly, and die with honour, Wax. Qapla'.
*He is beamed down into the Great Hall. The Guards quickly raise their weapons on him before he stares at them. They see the face of not an enemy, but a wounded warrior, who has fought with valour. They lower their weapons as Markon walks toward the President (what was his name?). When he is directly in front of the President, he glares at Omarka before returning his focus to the man on the throne. He removes Sarkon's dk'tagh from its sheath, holding the pink blood-stained knife in front of the President before placing it on the arm of the throne.*
*The guards look at each other bepuzzled. "S'vat". It meant the Sarkon was dead.*