[Tlhingan-hol] qo''e' tu'bogh pagh - 'ay' wejmaH

[De'vID jonpIn]

[rura' pente' chuch Deb]

tlhIngan la''a': rura' pente' bIghHa''a' 'oH.  le'mIS tu'lu'be',
'avwI' chalqach tu'lu'be', 'ul yergho tu'lu'be'.  jol bot peQ botjan
neH.  bIjlu'DI' bIghHa'vo' ghorDaq ghoSlu'.  ghorDaq yInlaH pagh.
Suvumchu'chugh boQorghlu'.  SuvumHa'chugh SuHegh.

[rura' pente' tlhIlHal]

KIRK: ghuy'chua'.
(qIrq 'uchchoH nov tInqu')
BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Quog wok na pushnat.[1]
KIRK: va ... 'u' mughwI' nge'lu'.
BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Ring notsa loskent!
KIRK: jIQoS.
BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Rangnit ascru, unto pram shondik!
McCOY: vay' SaHbej, *Jim*.
BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Quog wok na pushnat!
(qIrq woH nov)
BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Quog wok na pushnat!
KIRK: DaqlIj 'oHchugh naDev'e', mamej.
BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Quog wok na pushnat!
MARTIA: nov boq'a' bolob neH ghaH.
KIRK: wIlobbej.
MARTIA: weplIj neH je.
KIRK: tlhaplaHbe'.  'ej ghaHvaD machqu'.
BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Quog wok na pushnat!
MARTIA: Krandog aranty. ...Krandog! Krandog aranty.
(qIrq woHHa' nov)
MARTIA: Fendo pompsky.
KIRK: qatlho'.
MARTIA: loQ DutujmoHtaH Dochvam.  *Martia* jIH.  qIrq *McCoy* je tlhIH.
KIRK: chay' 'e' DaSov?
MARTIA: Qang chotwI'pu' law' wIghajbe'.
KIRK: ghorqon wIHoHpu'be'.
MARTIA: qaSDaq bIba'.  'ach SuHeghmeH tev tu'lu'.
McCOY: wejpuH.
KIRK: wIlumoHlu'meH HIghlu'.[2]
MARTIA: DungDaq vay' tu'lu'. Sungab neH ghaH.

[1] - Some (other) alien language.
[2] - What's a good way to say "to be set up"?

> [Rura Penthe ice-desert]
>
> KLINGON COMMANDANT: This is the gulag Rura Penthe. There is no
> stockade, no guard tower, no electronic frontier. Only a magnetic
> shield prevents beaming. Punishment means exile from prison to the
> surface. On the surface, nothing can survive. ...Work well and you
> will be treated well. Work badly and you will die.
> [Rura Penthe mine]
>
> KIRK: Oh my God!
> (a huge alien accosts Kirk)
> BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Quog wok na pushnat.
> KIRK: Er, The, er, ...universal translator has been confiscated.
> BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Ring notsa loskent!
> KIRK: I'm sorry.
> BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Rangnit ascru, unto pram shondik!
> McCOY: He's definitely on about something, Jim.
> BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Quog wok na pushnat!
> (the alien picks Kirk up)
> BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Quog wok na pushnat!
> KIRK: If this is your spot, we'll move on.
> BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Quog wok na pushnat!
> MARTIA: He wants your obedience to the Brotherhood of Aliens.
> KIRK: He's got it.
> MARTIA: And your coat.
> KIRK: I'm afraid not. Besides it wouldn't fit.
> BEHEMOTH ALIEN: Quog wok na pushnat!
> MARTIA: Krandog aranty. ...Krandog! Krandog aranty.
> (the alien puts Kirk down)
> MARTIA: Fendo pompsky.
> KIRK (OC): Thanks.
> MARTIA: This will help keep you warm. I'm Martia. You're Kirk and McCoy.
> KIRK: How did you know that?
> MARTIA: We don't get many presidential assassins.
> KIRK: We didn't kill Gorkon.
> MARTIA: Of course not. But there is a reward for your death.
> McCOY: That figures.
> KIRK: We've been set up all along.
> MARTIA: Somebody up there wants you out of the way.

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