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Power should not have such...paperwork.

Pity indeed.

[He is is silent for a moment, considering.]

Would it interest you to know that, come the future, we three would be able to stand side by side against a common foe? Klingon, Human, Romulan, united in a single cause.

I find it hard to believe that a foe exists that could occupy the Praetor's lust for war so completely that he would set aside old differences.

[He nods, tapping hands against a table.]

A few years ago, I would say the same thing. But, times change. Often suddenly. Come the day, all three of our states will depend on the outcome of events above one tiny, independent world that nobody had ever heard of a mere decade before.

Something tells me that foe that unites Klingon, Federation, and Romulan isn't one tiny, independent world, but something much bigger.

[This draws a brief bark of a laugh, and he reaches for a bottle of Saurian brandy.]

Oh, the strongest of foes. One to make all our previous wars pale in comparison. Enough of a foe to bring honour to three great powers - and change them all in the process.

[The last said a bit more quietly. Klingon society has to change after it. The Dominion War had made that abundantly clear. What defined honor had to expand. What manifested glory. He would see to it.]

Now that, that I would like to see. We've lost so many in the pursuit of endless war. I regret that if I live to see it, I will be very old. I would like to see Qo'noS and Earth as an ally, not an enemy.

[The Romulan reaches for an empty cup, clearly intending to share the bottle of brandy.]

[Which was the point, as he pours out two equal and generous measures, before placing down the bottle.]

One way or another, it comes to pass. One grand chance, built in blood and sacrifice, at a better tomorrow.

A better tomorrow. That, I think, I can toast to. And I think with someone like you leading people to it, we may have a chance to see it. If you don't mind me saying so, Chancellor Martok, you are like few Klingons I've met.

[He drinks from his glass, clearly appreciating the alcohol.]

[He'll raise a glass to this, downing it in one go before offering both of them a refill.]

As the humans say - even old dogs can learn new tricks.

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