(high-ranking Klingon) This is not the Federation, Picard. If you defy an order of the High Council, the alliance with the Federation could fall to dust.
Imprisonment is an injury, regardless of how you justify it. And now that you have had a taste of captivity, perhaps you will reconsider the morality of inflicting it on others. In any event, we now know of your race. And we know how to imprison you. Bear that in mind. Now get the hell off my ship.
I mean I am the guy who writes down things to remember to say when there is a party. And then when he finally gets there he winds up alone, in the corner, trying to look... comfortable examining a potted plant.
That's all you have to do, go ahead. Fire. If only you could feel rage over Varria's death. If only you could feel a need for revenge, then maybe you could fire. But you're just an android. You can't feel anything, can you? It's just another interesting intellectual puzzle for you, another of life's curiosities.