Chakotay bristled at the youngster holding the weapon.

"So that's it? I'm to be captured? I thought we had an understanding."

The youngster shrugged.

"I'm sworn to claim you, and nothing and no one may put me off from that oath."

Chakotay took note of something.

"You're injured. You should let me help."

"Heh. Nice try. But I have my prize, and I am not letting go that easy."

Just then, Chakotay faded, to be replaced by an impatient best friend, his arms folded.

"Nog? Hoops, 1600 Hours?!"

The Ferengi Cadet was livid.

"Jake! You ruined my 'Capture-The-Maquis' simulation!"