Navarre had selected his boarding party rapidly, not expending too many of his crew to an undetermined situation. "Personal weapons and communications." Navarre was directing as they headed for the transporter room. Shifting his crew into alternate positions as they moved. "Captain," Dallu glanced over suddenly. "Weapons? We are a peaceful people." "Yeah." Navarre nodded. "I noticed they carry even on their own ships." "We are at war." "Then I prepare for war too." He stopped and gave her a sharp look. "You forget who you are dealing with. I am Navarre of Qo'Nos. I was raised by Klingons. We never go into anything unprepared."