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Lakarian City: Cardassia Prime, Republic of Cardassia

Tigranian stumbled into the living room from his study.

"I have briefed Ty'Gokor that the headquarters of Klingon Defense Forces: Bajor has been successfully transferred from Deep Space Nine to Ashalla and is once again operational." He collapsed onto the couch. "The High Command congratulates the Imperial jenSa' of Cardassia and also wishes to convey its appreciation to the crew of the IKS nentay for their quick and efficient transfer of all personnel and equipment." He rubbed the side of his neck and looked over to the corner of the room. Laria was balancing on a chair with power drill in one hand and several masonry screws in her mouth. She was in the final stages of hanging a Bajoran wall rug next to the Klingon tapestry of the qo'Sor tree that Lady Elessa had given them for their wedding.

"Laria, are you even listening to me?" Tigranian asked. She glanced over her shoulder and pulled the screws out of her lips.

"High command…headquarters transfer complete…good job everybody…yeah, I'm listening."

He chuckled as he watched her check the level of the tapestry one final time before hopping down to the floor and admiring her work.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked proudly.

"I'm thinking that we have an entire maintenance staff who would have happily done that for you," Tigranian replied.

"Daniel!" she grumbled. "That's not what I meant. I mean what do you think of the wall rug where I put it?"

Tigranian smiled as he looked up at the one by one meter piece of intricately woven Bajoran wool. It was beautifully dyed with dozens of colors. The three peaks of the Bajoran holy mountain, Yanalit, proudly stood covered by their eternal caps of white snow. At the mountain's base was a Bajoran eternity wheel and an inscription written in Bajoran pictograms.

"I think it's perfect there," he said smiling at Laria as she came over and sat down on the couch next to him. "I also think Colonel Kira really likes you to give you such an incredible gift."

"She said she wanted it to always remind me where I came from."

"Well," Tigranian said pulling her into his shoulder, "where you come from is very beautiful…just like you."

"Awww," she smiled as he planted a kiss on the top of her head.

"What does the Bajoran say?" Tigranian asked looking at the pictograms.

"It's a very old saying," Laria explained, "Sumayat Yanalit chav varos gas suruk parav chan B'hava'el hasmets siv yes chagan."

Tigranian looked at her.

"A little help for the linguistically challenged?" he asked. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm learning Klingon…" she muttered.

"Hey," he replied. "I'm doing the language programs just like you asked. I can say, 'Inchbas, Me nassa Daniel' and 'Da hachee'el paron das charan kun.'"

"Great," Laria chuckled. "You can say, 'Hello, my name is Daniel' and 'Thank you very much for the spring wine.' That will accomplish a lot."

Tigranian shrugged.

"In my experience, courtesy and alcohol will get you very far in most places."

"That's actually true," Laria laughed.

"The inscription on the rug?" Tigranian gently reminded her.

"Right," Laria continued, "It means, 'As long as Yanalit stands, the Bajoran heart will still beat.'"

"Wow," he said looking back to the rug. "It really is miraculous. Can you imagine telling a Cardassian fifteen years ago that a Bajoran would be hanging that in her palace on Cardassia Prime?"

"No," Laria said shaking her head. "Speaking of that, Nerys did ask me to do something else."

"What?" Tigranian said turning to her. Laria looked back into his eyes.

"She wanted me to remind the giants in the galaxy to watch where they step."

Tigranian looked confused. She sighed.

"The Federation and the Klingon Empire are playing a very dangerous game, Daniel. One misstep and there's a lot more at stake than just them."

It was Tigranian's turn to sigh.

"I know," he said looking down at his lap. "And I can't help feeling a lot of it is my fault."

"Hey," she said grabbing his chin and pulling his face back to hers. "It's not your fault. It's the fault of powerful people who can't put aside their pride. The question is what are we going to do about it?"

"I don't know if there's anything we can do about it," he replied. "Neither the Federation nor the Klingon Empire are known for their humility. The alliance may be gone forever."

"I really don't believe that," Laria said. "And there is always something we can do."

"And that is?" Tigranian asked.

"We can always do what's right."

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