The four friends were sitting outside a bar at a table, which had a large parasol to shield them from the Risa sun. With cold drinks in their hands, they began reminiscing about past times when they were all together. Tales of the Dominion War and battles against the Jem Ha'Dar were exchanged across the table.
They remembered former crewmates who had been assigned to other starships or starbases and those who had had laid down their lives in defence of the Federation.
After about two hours, the four rose from the table and said their goodbyes. Just as Metaxa and Duxeal were leaving, Metaxa turned round and pointed to the idol still sitting on the table. "Don't forget your Horgon, Woof," she said with a wry smile. Woof hurriedly picked up the idol and passed it to Ecurb. "It belongs to Ecurb, remember?" he replied with a flustered look on his face. When Metaxa and Duxeal were out of sight, Ecurb quickly handed the idol back to Woof.
Walking down the street, and turning the corner into another street with alleyways leading off them, Woof and Ecurb were aware of footsteps behind them. Turning round they were confronted by two men. "I'll relieve you of that idol, Klingon," one of them said, with menace in his voice. "Get your own", growled Woof. As Ecurb and Woof turned to walk away, the man who spoke, made a grab for the idol. Woof, holding the idol with both hands swung it at the man and caught him full on the face, knocking him to the ground. The other man pulled out a knife, but before he got a chance to use it, Ecurb had kicked it out of his hand and landed a punch square on his face. He went down holding his face, blood coming from his nose.
Ecurb, standing over the fallen man, said, "If you know what's good for you, you'll disappear, like Hyperion beetle snuff". The two assailants got to their feet, and scampered away. Woof turned to Ecurb and asked, " What was that all about?" Ecurb just shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Seems a lot of fuss over a wooden idol"