Double Helix Vectors by Dean Wesley Smith & Kristine Kathryn Rusch 
P28 Vulcans and Klingons handled burns, indeed all pain, better than humans
P100 the dead Cardassian was beginning to smell like a Klingon meal made by a bad cook.
P136 the Cardassians were the kind of patients who wanted the unvarnished truth – rather like the Klingons in that respect. Klingons would attempt to die with honor. 
  A Rock and a Hard Place by Peter David 
P26 Commander Quintin Stone can be something of a wild man. Worf is just the one for the job of greeting Riker’s temporary replacement coming aboard the Enterprise.
Worf waited in the transporter room with mild impatience and annoyance. He had not liked seeing Riker leave. 
P46 Worf was sitting in his room, cradling what appeared to be some sort of stringed instrument. But he bow was so large, resting across the strings, that it looked more like a weapon. 
A chuS’ugh.
Stone – Did you just sneeze?
Worf scowled even more deeply than he usually did
Had I sneezed you would not be standing. A lack appreciation for quality sound. Commander also does not understand the power of Klingon music.
chuS’ugh, heavy noise.
That is a crude translation. You know Klingonese?
Stone – A smattering. I can understand a little but can’t speak it worth a damn. I would imagine that mere humans are not able to comprehend the majesty of Klingon music.
Worf- Most humans, yes. 
Stone – I would not think of impugning the skills of so fine a warrior as yourself. 
Worf nodded approvingly at this.
Word around the ship is that you carry the scars of battle yourself. Wesley and friend Scooter the source. It is rare to find a human proud of his scars.
Worf had been tuning his chuS’ugh but now he stopped and looked up.
Stone picked up a curious piece of statuary – What’s this?
Worf- Klingon erotica. 
Worf never took his eyes off Stone as he circled Worf’s cabin. Worf couldn’t help but get the feeling that Stone was checking it for possible traps. Commendable.
Worf – How were your parents killed
Stone – I didn’t think Klingons were interested in matters of a personal nature.
Worf – I am interested. I lost my parents
Stone parents lost to Romulan raiding party.
Worf felt a chill go through him. 
Worf knows plexicore is two grades less dense than the material used for Enterprise viewports.
Worf – I know firsthand of the trauma such events can bring about.
Worf’s large silver sash was hanging on a stand. It is uncomfortable to wear the sash, that is why one wears it. 
Klingon uniforms are made of metals and leathers. They are sweaty and unpleasant. Such irritation keeps a warrior on edge at all times. Starfleet uniforms are designed for ease of wearing. Far too easy to become complacent. He made a slight face of distaste. Worf wears the sash to keep himself in a nasty mood. 
Stone – It does the job
Worf – Thank you
Worf adjusted the sash, surreptitiously checking to make sure the hidden dagger was still in place.
P61 Deanna Troi’s mind shied away from Worf. There was something about the Klingon, something that disturbed her. It had not always been there. 
P101 security officer Buchanan, a compact muscular woman who reminded Troi faintly of Tasha Yar.
Worf – Not the most technologically advanced of equipment. I have always been of the opinion of whatever works.
Ryne, Praedor of Culinan, almost as muscled as Worf. 
Worf and Buchanan, with their phaser out had stepped in front of Troi, shielding her with their weapons and bodies.
P126 in Worf’s report to Picard about Away Mission to Culinan, he stated that perhaps Troi had feelings for Commander Stone that transcended normal counselor/crew relations. Worf stated that Stone seemed particularly irate over the praedor’s manhandling of Troi. He seemed to take personal affront. Troi addressed Stone by his first name and seemed extremely upset over his threats against the praedor. Stone threatened homicide and suicide. The last Worf saw of the praedor he was alive, although shaken and there was a chance the praedor would be stepping down. Picard clicked on the viewscreen to note Worf’s exact words. Picard met with Worf, then Troi.
Worf didn’t volunteer that Stone had Worf blast a hole in wall and then shoved the praedor toward it so angry crowd could have a whack at him. 
Praedor Ryne steps down, new people-elected praedor Ebunan A’T’siva.
Picard heard a sound behind him form Worf that might actually incredible as it may have been to conceive, have been the beginning of a Klingon laugh. A brief, deep-throated barking sound that was just as quickly cut off. 
Deanna angry at Worf for implying she was letting personal feelings interfere with ability to function.
Worf – I did not imply it. I came out and said it. Prevarication is not the Klingon way. 
Troi – You prevaricated well enough when it came to Commander Stone. You did not tell the captain how Stone pushed the praedor toward the wall. 
Worf – He did not ask. 
Troi – I see. So you tell the whole truth when it serves your purpose. 
Worf- Of course, that is the Klingon way.
Troi – You like Commander Stone more than you do me.
Worf – Like? To like someone is not a term easily employed by Klingons. Worf ran through the Klingon vocabulary, searching for the closest equivalent. Tolerate, he said at last. You clearly do not understand the Klingon frame of mind, Counselor. For example, when humans encounter each other thy say hello or greetings. Klingons do not. We say nuqneH. Nook-nekh. It means What do you want?
Troi – I do not understand an entire people who are always on the defensive. 
Worf – I do not understand why it should make any difference to you whether I like one person or the other. 
Troi – After the time we have served together I thought that I deserved better treatment then your questioning my abilities, more loyalty somehow.
Worf – you have my loyalty. If someone tried to kill you, I would stop them. 
Troi – Frankly Lt., it seems you are always rather quick to turn on me. I don’t think you trust me.
Worf – And I do not think that your powers give you any feelings for Klingons. you get no empathic readings from me. and because of that, you do not trust me. 
Deanna – I know enough about Klingon thought patterns. 
Worf said from behind her – Klingons do not eat babies. One of the many stories. That Klingons eat their runts, or the young of their enemies. An ugly tale that predates the Klingons joining the Federation. Such stories do not die easily.
In the softest voice she had ever heard him use Worf said – Counselor, we have never spoken of this. But it is important to me that you understand. I regret, the fate of your child. Your pregnancy threatened the ship. It was of unknown origin, and the child you gave birth to the child whose growth was accelerated. I was doing my duty, acting to maintain the lives and security of the ship and crew. But I want you know that never have I regretted having to fulfill that responsibility, never before or since, as in that encounter with your child. Perhaps you thought I wanted to eat him, Worf said with a touch of dark humor. Please understand I had to treat him the same way I would any potentially hostile life force. My position requires me to block any threat. 
Troi – Just as my position requires me to be open and receptive.
Worf said thoughtfully – it is small wonder there is friction between us. Our duties on the ship are opposite. 
Troi – Opposites can attract, as in magnetism
Worf – Or explode, as in matter and antimatter.
Troi thought she saw the merest hint of the impossible, a smile playing across his lips. Then it vanished, if it had ever been there. 
P138 Stone ordered Worf to blast hole in wall on Culinan.
P155 QumwI. The son of Kahless the Unforgettable was QumwI the Eminently Quotable. QumwI developed many sayings that were the foundation of Klingon thought and are repeated to this day. The end justified the means. Revenge is a dish best served cold. A running man can slit a thousand throats in a single night. Or four thousand. Only a fool fights in a burning house. 
P205 there was a ripple of laughter at Stone’s comment from the security guards, although not form Worf, of course. Worf said nothing. Worf rarely wasted words. But he tilted his head slightly toward Deanna, acknowledging her presence. That was probably the most she could hope to get out of him as far as cordialities were concerned. 
Commander, Worf intoned just behind him, his voice unmistakably ominous, Slow down the descent. 
Stone – That an order?
Worf – Think of it as a request that should not be ignored.
Stone turned to Worf and said – Lt., kill him.
Worf asked on cue – Quickly or slowly?
Stone – Surprise me.
Worf nodded and crossed quickly toward Masters.
Masters – What do you want to know?
P214 Worf was impressed by Stone’s implacability. The body was not a pretty sight, even by Klingon standards. 
Stone was feeling winded and Worf was not even working up a sweat.
Stone – Your sash still uncomfortable, Lt.?
Worf – very.
P223 two security guards D’Angelo and Scully.
About twenty Wild Things poised on overhangs on planet Paradise.
Stone – Suggestions?
Worf – Let’s kill them
Stone – Good idea, but we might cause an avalanche.
Worf – Then we will die honorably in combat. 
Stone – Trust you to find the up side of any situation.
The creature landed squarely on Worf. The massive Klingon went down. Stone flicked his phaser to heavy stun before firing point-blank. Worf, giving absolutely no thought to his own safety, jammed his fingers into the animal’s mouth and pried its maw off of D’Angelo. Worf yanked the monster’s upper and lower jaw in opposite directions, the creature’s head split with a resounding snap. Worf picked up D’Angelo, slung him over one shoulder and was continuing to fire from a crouching position. Worf, with incredible precision, was picking off the monsters one by one. 
Scully, two commendations for valor, 10 year veteran, wife, two daughters on Enterprise, dies.
Evolution
Worf at aft rail, manual raise shields
Worf deals with nanite computer glitch of Borg vessel approach
Worf arrests Dr. Stubbs for phasering the nanites
The ship is at risk – extermination may be our only choice
Worf readies electromagnetic scanners for experiment
If they have control of a Starfleet commander [Data] they become an even greater threat
Wo/We nanites 
The Ensigns Of Command
Worf takes message from Seliak. Worf calculates evacuation will take 4 weeks
Worf on studying treaty for loophole - This is hopeless, fighting would be preferable.
  Gulliver's Fugitives by Keith Sharee
P24 there was Worf, the dark-skinned, Herculean Klingon, chief of Enterprise security, standing just inside the door of his quarters, in the act of receiving an electronic padd from First Federation member Oleph’s tiny hand. Worf shared a private look with Oleph as he took the padd and held it nonchalantly at his side. 
Captain, intoned Worf, in a deep fearless voice that seemed to vibrate the ship’s bulkheads. 
First Federation member Una – We are enjoying the ship, and the scintillating company of your security chief.
Worf gave a short, deep grunt of acknowledgement, his eyes looking over everyone’s head toward the opposite wall. Una squeezed his huge hand. Actually she was able to squeeze only two fingers. 
Picard and Riker looked at Worf, wondering what this fiercely loyal, taciturn security chief was finding in common with the two tiny ethnographers. This was clearly a friendship of a kind uncommon for Worf. As the only member of his warrior species permanently stationed on the Enterprise, he tended to keep to himself. 
Captain, Commander Riker, Worf said in his resonant bass voice. 
The incongruous trio had gone back into Worf’s cabin. 
Picard – I’ve often thought and still do, that we know little of all there is to Worf. But he’s more than proven his trustworthiness, and I’m sure he’d report to me anything he knew of contact with new life-forms. Will, I want you to have a talk with Worf before he retires for the night. Tell him he has to be the one to keep an eye on Oleph and Una. 
I’ll watch them all the captain wants, Worf told himself as he sat in front of his computer terminal later that night, after Riker had spoken with him. But I’ll be one with the dead before I’m force to tell anyone else about. 
He thought of the portentous secret he shared with Oleph and Una. He looked at the keypad of his terminal. Would he make the call now?
He growled like a wolf and took a sip of tranya left him by Oleph and Una before they’d returned to their cabin. Their ceremonial beverage had gotten him quite drunk. 
The possibility of glory, of vertiginous triumph undreamt just days before, swirled around his cortex, overwhelmed him with unfamiliar joys and terrors. 
After an endless adrenal moment, he managed to order his thoughts. He entered his personal code into the computer, then opened up a secured and scrambled channel to a place thousands of light-years across the lonely void. But the tranya caught up with him and he passed out before he was able to make his call.
Worf to Riker – My people can converge and surprise. 
Riker – No, Worf. 
Worf - We can’t just sit here and let them take the captain off our ship. If I went down there myself.
Riker – You’re staying on the bridge.
Worf emitted a low growl resembling that of a grizzle bear as he returned his attention to his console. Riker wasn’t alarmed by the guttural sound. He knew Worf well enough to recognize the growl as a way of venting Klingon steam. Worf would do his duty.
The unconscious forms of two security ensigns, one man and one woman, lay to the side of the transporter platform.
P58 Worf and his staff are monitoring Oleph and Una. Worf seems to be involved with them, he’s got something secret going on with them. Worf’s got their confidence, and a favored position to observe them. He’ll report when he finds anything. We’ll just have to trust him. 
Deanna thought Riker was missing the mark. She sensed that Worf was concealing something.
P98 Wesley could hear Worf talking, relaying to Geordi a plan for neutralizing some of the one-eyes. Tactical stuff. None of his business. 
Some time ago Dr. Crusher had analyzed Security Chief Worf’s musculature and found the muscle tissues so strong, efficient, and fast to respond, that she had wanted to write an article about him. 
A Klingon does not submit to the fussing and coddling of doctors, he replied gruffly, getting off the table, impatient to get back to work. One is bad enough, but all the doctors in the Federation, the dishonor would be unthinkable. 
Crusher – Some football scout might get it off the data nets and decide to try you out. You’d probably make an ideal tight end.
Worf – I agree, except the opposing players would not survive the intensity of my play.
Crusher – I was just joking, Worf
Worf – I was not.
Now Worf ran, the footfalls of his six and a half foot body booming along the corridor. His eyes shone with the adamantine flame of a Klingon entering combat. There was no greater glory for Worf than defending his ship, his crewmates, and the Starfleet organization, which had rescued him when he was a child. He also knew in the back of his mind that everything that happened to him now could later figure in his own secret attempt at personal glory, his clandestine quest made possible by Oleph and Una. 
He would station himself at the intersection with a certain Jefferies tube, there he would wait in ambush. 
The Klingon felt inclined to take on both of the intruding robots right now, no matter what his odds against the armed one, but Geordi had flat-out refused such a suggestion. 
Worf felt the wine-dark Klingon combat hormones pumping into his blood. His muscles itched for immediate use. 
The second blast of radiation knocked Worf out completely. But his Klingon nervous system had responded a bit differently than a human’s. its water molecules hadn’t been vibrated as violently, it was already recovering. 
The programming of the one-eyes knew no context for identifying Worf.  He was close enough to Homo sapiens’ form to be classified as a strange kind of mutant deformed human. 
The proper response to an enraged Klingon was to leave the area immediately. 
Worf’s arms moved with explosive speed. He grabbed the one-eye at its base, turning it so it couldn’t fire its radiation at him. Worf managed to hurl the one-eye against the wall. He aimed a prodigious kick at it. 
Worf felt himself losing consciousness. In a confused state, he dimly understood a duty; Geordi would insist that he preserve his life. Another part of him, a Klingon part, wanted to keep fighting and die with glory, but at this moment duty took the fore. Worf will be out cold for a few more hours.
P186 Riker – Whew, and I thought Klingon tea was rough stuff. 
P213 Geordi – Are you recovered enough to function, Worf?
If you please, sir, I’m very eager to get going. 
Yes, Geordi thought, you would be no matter what condition you were in.
Worf rose form his bed with crisp alacrity. Lt. Regina Wentz had filled him in on the progress of the one-eyes as well as the status of Wesley’s Cyclops-buster.
Ensign Shikibu, also Security, injured. Worf orders her to accompany Wesley when he tries his device.
Before Crusher could object to the autonomous departure of two of her patients, Worf spoke – There is no time for any more of your babying, Doctor. The ship is in critical danger. Both Shikibu and I are ready for duty, and our help is needed.
Crusher – Worf, I don’t see how you expect to function. I happen to know you both have headaches that could melt an iron asteroid.
Worf – Yes, it feels quite refreshing. Wouldn’t you say so, Ensign?
Shikibu – Like a cup of strong coffee, sir. Let’s go.
Worf felt the muscles in his thick neck tighten like steel cables. He growled softly, as the feeling of tautness and readiness spread through his body, a sublime combination of absolutely control and feral abandon. To Worf, honest, unsublimated rage was an intoxicant bordering on ambrosia. 
But now there was something different about it, his secret quest for glory called with a voice separate and distinct for destruction of the one-eyes. It spoke to him of a future triumph that would spread his name throughout the Fed and the Klingon Empire and keep it alive when he himself and his children’s children were dust, and maybe long after.
Worf found himself breaking into a run as he mentally rehearsed his various attack strategies. He kept his internal dialogue confined to his native Klingon tongue, reasoning that the one-eyes wouldn’t be able to decipher it if they picked up his brain waves. He kept his thoughts confined to the most unlikely Klingon elements of his heritage – the bleeding hands of love’s touch, the trial-by-pain of his Rite of Ascension. 
He opened his mouth and let out a magnificent yell, a shout form the secret catacombs of his soul. It was the traditional Klingon death-howl, a signal to the inhabitants of the afterworld; beware, a Klingon warrior is coming. 
As Worf yelled, confusing the one-eyes with this incomprehensible behavior, he brought himself to an abrupt halt, and with predatory agility reversed his momentum and caught his pursuers off-guard.
He composed himself, cleared the thick satisfaction form his throat, and touched his communicator – I have destroyed the locksmith.
Worf! Geordi gave a primal triumphant yell.
Worf- Interesting, sir. is that an attempt at a Klingon death-howl? It wants for a bit more frenzy.
Geordi – That wasn’t a death-howl, that was a job-well-done-howl. 
P248 Worf had, of course, scorned rest as a decadent luxury. 
P278 Riker stared at Worf. Worf stared back, obsidian-eyed, stubborn, knowing why he was the object of attention and disinclined to respond. He bent his gaze downward to his tactical console, and presented to his audience the mute prospect of his sagittal skull-bumps. 
Riker’s eyes twinkled with amusement. He knew Worf well enough to assume that the Klingon’s secret was harmless.
Riker – Worf, I was thinking about how many times you’ve told us personal things, Klingon things, and how that candor always helped us all in the end. Have you ever noticed that effect?
Worf- That has been the pattern in the past, sir.
Worf – As I am tired of being stared at, I shall satisfy your curiosities. soon after Oleph and Una were brought on board, they asked me about Klingon culture and I read them some of my own poetry. They saw my writing talent and suggested I write a novel. Their advice was to keep it a secret as long as possible so as to be unencumbered by the expectation of others. I have been writing that novel and contacting Klingon publishers. 
Picard – I’m sure you will attack it with the thoroughness you bring to everything. 
Worf – I believe the recent incidents in the rho Ophiuchi system illustrate that the warrior of the pen achieves a glory outlasting the warrior of the sword. 
Worf seemed taken aback, but not entirely displeased, by his own sudden outburst of verbosity. 
The Survivors
Worf on away team to Delta Rana IV, last one to start running when Riker caught up.
Shall I incapacitate him, Commander?
Sir, may I say your attempt to hold the away team at bay with a non-functioning phaser was an act of unmitigated gall. I admire gall.
Whoever attacked Rana IV is no longer in the system. I will stake my reputation. 
Ship hiding at Lagrange point. I, ah, can not explain this.
Worf accompanies Picard down to the Uxbridges
Good tea. Nice house. Worf drinks tea with pinky extended
Worf with Picard on second visit. 
Who Watches The Watchers?
no Klingon content
  Doomsday World by David, Carter, Friedman & Greenberger 
9 Worf reports to sickbay for landing party physical
lt. Keenan was scheduled for the next planet security assignment but Worf takes it. Fed Ambassador Stephaleh, female Andorian, and K’Vin Ambassador Gregach on planet Kirlos have a standing arrangement to play dyson every week. Perhaps Lt. Worf will be more careful about what games he plays with the members of his security force. And the stakes involved.
A sound like distant thunder reverberated from deep in the Klingon’s chest
Heat exhaustion is the death of a beast of burden.
The Klingon snarled, flashing a large white incisor from beneath a curled lip
K’Vin, a short, heavy set, slow moving people with thick, gray skin. Small tusks from jawbones. K’Vin’s predatory nature, a people to be reckoned with. K’Vin Hegemony joined the Fed nearly 100 years ago. Too fierce, severed ties and went their own way, except for embassy on divided world of Kirlos. No other real contact for three decades.
Dyson requires a great deal of thought, pick length of tubing, straight or curved, from box and place it in his construct, complete a sphere before one’s adversary. Each player allowed to usurp the other’s construct.
23 Amb. Gregach winced after shaking hands with Worf.
The Klingon was fierce and appeared menacing, even sitting and looking at ease
Gregach longed for the days when he was a youth on border patrol, occasionally skirmishing with Klingon craft far from home. At least they were a people to fire the blood and make life a challenge.
Worf – Starfleet is not a military organization, we just acknowledge that at times, when dealing with the unknown, security is prudent.
35 Worf was piloting, and although Worf never smiled, Geordi could tell from the pulsing of heat through the Klingon’s body that he was enjoying himself immensely.
Worf actually emitted a sound of amusement. Geordi had often wondered just what a Klingon might consider amusing. Now he knew. Swooping down on speeder sled through the streets of Kirlosia.
44 Sullurh assistant Thul annoyingly easy to lose track of. Very unassuming. Perhaps I should shoot him, Worf said, engaging in his own unique brand of Klingon humor. That was not my extreme plan. I suspect you would not want to hear my extreme plan.
51 archaeology Professor Nassa Coleridge seemed to measure her words, not unlike a Klingon. Klingons did not pride themselves on their merchanting expertise.
No witnesses, no taxation.
Crakh-makh borguh, literally translated, it meant ‘an infestation of carrion-eaters. Bureaucracy
Crakh-makh togh-uruk selah.
May the carrion eaters choke on your flesh
For most non-Klingons, the Klingon language was impossible even to listen to, much less speak.
Mugh-dar kocghlat
And drown in our blood.
Coleridge speaks Klingon.
Worf knew Geordi hated being left out of things, especially jokes. 
Geordi had once likened Klingonese to gargling with metal filings, so Worf had no sympathy for him not knowing Klingonese in this case.
The explosions on Kirlos brought back memories Worf had been trying all his life to put aside. Memories of the conflagration on Khitomer, starting with the Romulan fire from the sky and ending with a single Klingon youth scrabbling for life in the choking crushing rubble.
And here he was, just as helpless as before. Just as confused, with no enemy in sight. No one to fight back at.
Worf calms the Kirlosian crowds by firing a phaser over their heads and directs them to safety away from collapsed buildings. 
Geordi outranks Worf
70 Klingons were noted for being irrational about some things, and Worf’s immediate dislike for the harmless Sullurh assistant was one of those things.
Data approached by an exotically dressed female of the Thialtan race. Looking for some fun? Once you’ve had a Thialtan, there’s no going back. 
Before Data could respond Worf was standing in between him and the Thialtan. He’s with me. 
Kinky, she said.
Worf – Thialtan sexual prowess is well documented. He is an android. There is a good chance you would blow his circuitry. As security chief it will not reflect well on me if the ranking officer is found disassembled in the morning. 
In the bar Worf notes that none of the Hegemony come into physical contact, even casually, with a Fed member.
Drusanne, A green Orion woman wearing a tiger-cat smile and very little else, had sidled into the seat next to Worf. Worf was regarding her appraisingly. If Thialtan sexual prowess was well documented, that of Orion women was legendary, boarding on mythic. And they were nearly as durable as their Klingon counterparts. Worf never took his eyes off her, partly out of fascination, partly out of self-preservation. He was treading on dangerous ground letting her get this close to him. Then again, what good was the life of a warrior if it did not include danger every now and then? She was tempting, quite tempting. Just then, a dagger the length of Worf’s forearm embedded itself in the tabletop. 
Grax, A massive Orion pirate 
Grax pokes Data. 
Worf – I would not do that, if I were you. Because it gives me an excuse to wipe the walls with you. 
Data held Grax without the slightest show of strain.
Data suggests an arm-wrestling match between Grax and Worf to decide who is stronger. Data had gauged the Orion’s strength and he already knew Worf’s strength and calculated now many minutes it would take Worf to defeat the pirate. 
Worf was muttering some interesting things that might be of use in other situation. 
Drusanne goes off with a well-dressed Pandrilite while Worf wins arm wrestling.
The Randrisians have a history of confrontations with the K’Vin.
Worf – Never underestimate the power of ancient history
When Professor Coleridge killed in explosion, Worf silent for a time, as if considering, suddenly tilted back his head and roared, an earsplitting bellow that started in the low register and grew higher and louder. 
Worf – she knew the language of the Klingon and she had the heart of a warrior. It was appropriate to honor her with the Klingon death scream. 
Andorians did not permit themselves to become too emotional about such matters as death. 
Ambassador had once been General Gregach, commander of the K’Vin forces at Titrikus IV and author of the victory over the invading Eluud. An up and coming star in the K’Vin military hierarchy. 
134 it was easy, Worf mused, to be diplomatic when you had superior firepower,
smaller Sullurh tackle Worf, stun him with his phaser. Taken to Gregach.
156 Worf, manacled, his low voice sounded through the office – Is the great K’Vin ambassador so afraid that he must chain us like dogs?
Gregach imprisons Data and Geordi in dungeons. Not Worf. 
Gregach – You will receive somewhat more suitable quarters than your compatriots. I would not dishonor a fellow warrior with the inhospitable accommodations of this building’s ancient dungeons. 
Worf- I go with my comrades. 
168 the spartan conditions of the small cell had suited Worf’s tastes.
Even if Data go on Worf’s nerves from time to time, Worf had to admit that as a superior officer, Data had acquitted himself fairly well. 
One the small table beside the bed was a half-finished game of dyson. Gregach had beaten Worf in their first match, reminding Worf of his bet with that Keenan woman on the Enterprise and the infuriating defeat that had landed him on Kirlos in the first place. Worf’s game was improving a little. The second match with Gregach was too close to call so far. 
Klingons have always fascinated Gregach, he’s sorry they never met in full-scale battle.
Worf spoke plainly and clearly. Gregach genuinely admired Worf’s clear thinking figuring out attacks on Kirlos.  The fighting is for something, not someone.
Worf – I enjoy battle, but it must be a battle worth fighting, not one over bruised feelings; wasted efforts have been the downfall of many an emperor. The Klingons’ best battles occurred when worlds were at stake.
The calculated killing for mere political gain seemed pointless to Worf. He was a purist. He wanted a battle to mean something. 
Worf after all planetary alarms go off at once – They are all running about and squawking like headless chickens
221 Worf suggests Kirlosia Fed Embassy Security Chief Powell have his men execute Disaster Plan Beta, it is in the manual
239 if they were all going to die in planetary cataclysm, Worf suggests Thul should go first. Though that had no doubt been another example of Klingon humor.
Worf, permission to do something, phasers wormhole control machinery. 
Under Data’s first real command, Worf has learned that if he had been allowed to shoot things when he wanted to shoot them in the first place, they would have had significantly fewer problems
Captain Shagrat of the K’Vin Throatripper
Data was surprised that Worf had a better instinct for dealing with matters than he originally credited him with. Data will remember this the next time he commands an away-team mission.
Next time Worf will send Keenan.
The K’Vin believe in taking action. Federation members think too much.
Picard commends Worf, LaForge and Data 
The Bonding
Worf leading first exploration of Koinonian space. Should have been a routine mission
Worf – emergency beam out, severe injuries
One dead on arrival, ships archaeologist Marla Aster
Worf, covered in dirt, reports to Picard - we had completed our investigation of the third tunnel, no weapons or traps indicated. Explosive device went off Lt Aster bore full brunt of detonation, 3 meters behind Worf.
I must accompany you. I commanded the away team. Picard appreciates offer, but informing Jeremy of mother’s death is Picard’s responsibility.
Crusher examines Worf
Worf in blue lit room, d’k tagh blade, snuffs out large white pillar candle
Explosive With Subspace detonator from time of Koinonian wars, no tricorder would detect it. LaForge finds several and brings one back
Worf and Troi chat in some grill paneled room
Troi more interested in how Worf feels about what happened, she senses great anger. 
Worf has already made his report to Picard, doesn’t understand why Deanna is badgering him. I can not seek revenge against an enemy that turned to dust centuries ago! Her death was senseless! The last victim of a forgotten war. 
Deanna fearful another death may happen under Worf’s command if he can’t learn to release the anger and guilt, talk about it -
A leader must stand alone, Picard does. Picard talks to Deanna
Then, may I seek your council on my plan to make R’uustai with the boy?
Deanna knows R’uustai means bonding
It is my right.
It’s very generous Worf, but Jeremy is not a Klingon child. 
He is an orphan, I am an orphan. He will understand
I only wish to honor his mother
Deanna knows about ceremony, and understands it means a great deal to Worf, warns Worf to be aware of Jeremy’s deeply buried anger. 
Worf goes to see Jeremy – Jeremy Aster? I am Lt. Worf, may I enter. Towers over the boy.
You’re a Klingon, aren’t you. We study about Klingons in school
What do they teach you about us?
You used to be our enemies
Do they also teach you that every Klingon hopes to die in the line of duty as your mother did? In my tradition, we do not grieve the loss of the body. We celebrate the releasing of the spirit. We can understand death, but we must bring meaning to his mother’s death. Perhaps we can do it together. 
Deanna comes to Picard. In many ways Worf is suffering as much as Jeremy. He wishes to involve Jeremy in Klingon ceremony called R’uustai, the bonding. Picard knows of that ceremony. Thinks it’s a good idea.
Some other guy handles aft rail station.
Worf comes to Jeremy’s quarters and finds Lt Aster in her quarters, calls Picard. 
Where are you taking the child?
Worf follows the pair to transporter room 3, where Picard catches up with them.
Worf grabs Jeremy when he comes over and holds him until entity vanishes. Troi takes Jeremy out of room.
Worf back at aft rail, Security to transporter room three, Worf goes with Picard, two security yellow shirts get zapped by energy field from planet. 
Worf at door to transporter room three with O’Brien and [?same] two security guys, lets alien force out of transporter room when they open the door.  Reports up and down power status in transporter room to Geordi. 
Ancient Koinonians destroyed themselves in dishonorable wars. 
Picard asks Worf to escort Wesley to Aster quarters, and to please stay when he arrives with Wesley.
Wesley was mad at Picard for coming home when his father didn’t. Jeremy angry at Worf for being in charge of mission where Worf came back but his mother didn’t
Why? Why weren’t you the one that died? Why did it have to be her?
Deanna – He can’t answer that. None of us can
Picard - Lt. Worf also lost his parents
Worf – they were killed in battle when I was six. When I was alone, humans helped me. Let me help you. The Marla Aster I knew and honored is dead. She now only lives here [heart]. Deanna gives Worf nod. Join me in the R’uustai, the bonding, you will become part of my family now and for all time. We will be brothers. 
Blue lit room - Both light large white candles from one white candle on floor, wearing heavy robes, Worf wears more elaborate baldric than usual – glittery cloth, over right shoulder. Walk over to table with six dark, hand molded candles. Light three each. Go back to original candle, place their candles beside it on the floor. Worf picks up stiff cloth baldric for Jeremy, with Klingon trefoil at shoulder, places it over Jeremy’s right shoulder. Smile at each other. Worf stands over display of six candles, speaks Klingon that honors the memory our mothers, we have bonded and our families are stronger. Jeremy repeats the words. Smiles.
So wha happened to Jeremy? During Worf’s discommendation, Klingon war with Federation, Dominion War, did he ever meet Kurn or Alexander? What!!!!
Wo/We potential
Booby Trap
Worf recognizes Promellian battle cruiser
To Picard’s comment didn’t anybody play with ships in bottles - I did not play with toys
Worf finds the Promellians Admirable – they died at their posts.
Worf takes images of Promellian tactical displays
The Enemy
On Galorndon Core, nearly half a lightyear from Romulan Neutral Zone, Worf recognizes the ship markings as Romulan.
Worf knocks out Romulan survivor Patahk
Geordi calls for Worf more than Riker after he falls down pit
Worf posts two guards on Romulan in sickbay always within visual 
Worf, and Riker, see no reason to return Romulan home – he should be retained and questioned
Worf has the only ribosome match for the Romulan. 
I have no objection to tests. He has objections to being donor. If you had seen the Romulans kill your parents, you would understand it is always the time and place for those feelings. Then he will die. 
Worf goes to Riker for advice
Worf - You are busy, forgive my intrusion
Riker - For what its worth, I understand your bitterness
Worf -With respect sir, you can not. I am asked to give up the very life blood of my mother and my father to those who murdered them
Riker asks if Worf blames all Romulans for that, forever. Worf answers yes.
Riker supposes what if Federation made peace with Romulans
Worf - Impossible.
Riker - That’s what Klingons said a few years ago about humans. Think how many died on both sides in that war. Would you and I be here like this if we hadn’t been able to let go of the anger and the blame? Where does it end? If Romulan dies, does his family carry the bitterness on another generation
Starfleet training tells me one thing, but everything I am tells be another.
Crusher calls Worf to Sickbay, not too late to change his mind. 
Patahk - Come close to me Klingon, let me die with my hands at your throat. I would rather die than pollute my body with Klingon filth. 
Picard calls Worf in to see him – If Patahk dies, it may be just the thing Tomalak needs to start an incident. 
Picard – Oh, Lt., you wouldn’t complain, even if you had cause.
If Picard orders Worf to agree to transfusion, he will agree,
Picard won’t order, but he begs Worf to volunteer
Worf – I cannot.
Picard – Lt. that will be all.
Picard calls Crusher to stop asking Worf for donation, but Patahk has died.
Worf handles communications with Tomalak.
Worf pulls his phaser on Bochra when he is beamed to bridge, calls for Security.
Worf escorts Bochra to transporter room.
The Price
Worf in charge of security during negotiations for Barzan wormhole
The Vengeance Factor
Worf on away team mission to station destroyed by Acamarian Gatherers. Great growling at door, Data opens it with android ease
Gathers remnants of violent Acamar race, vengeful clan wars, now peaceful for century
Worf with Riker away to Gatherer planet
“Ambush!” Pushes Riker to cover.
“Your words are wasted, Commander. They understand only this [phaser].” 
“Your ambush would be more successful if you bathed more often”
Worf stands over body of dead Volnoth to prevent other gatherers from raiding body
Worf brings Brull to the bridge
Worf fires phasers to disable inferior Gatherer vessel defenses
Proposal for amnesty to every Gatherer, to return home. What would Klingons think of these people?
Riker/Yuta brief baby potential
  Exiles by Howard Weinstein 
11 even stark naked a Klingon could still strike fear into any foe. 
Clad in protective armor, Worf believed himself to be an ambulatory fortress. Unconquerable.
Like any good warrior he’d prepared by briefing himself on his opponents’ likely strategies, which seemed almost childish in their direct simplicity. He’d faced greater than 12 to one odds in past skirmishes
With a Klingon battle snarl he braced for onslaught.
He was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice. Few adversaries could make that claim. This would always be the Klingon advantage
His warrior’s blood boiled as he lashed out
Worf, the lone warrior, vanquished in a matter of moments
Riker had learned from assorted experiences that it was best not to smirk at a Klingon, especially a frustrated one
If I avoid the enemy, where is the challenge?
Riker and Geordi introduce Worf to football. Worf on football – I believed I would better understand humans and their approach to combat if I experienced their more violent pastimes, but there are too many arcane rules and limits in this activity
Worf also unfamiliar with rugby. Like organized mayhem.
Worf - Instability invites trouble
Picard – With Data and Riker and Deanna away, to whom would I turn for advice in delicate matters of interplanetary relations? Mr. Worf? Don’t tell Worf I said that.
P106 Worf sneered – Rumors. Gossip is for old women. It is demeaning to engage in rumor and gossip-mongering. It is not honorable. 
Riker – Are you kidding?
Worf – Rarely.
Worf – Subordinates should be content to wait until their superiors are ready to share such information. 
LeSSov, knowledge of tomorrow. Not something Klingons seek. LeSSov refers to personal matters. Klingons accept what each day offers, whatever the obstacles. To obtain excessive foreknowledge reduced the challenge in life and makes us weak. Military intelligence, battle, is different. 
There was a glimmer in Worf’s eye and the barest flash of a smile
114 Nobody gets through Starfleet Academy without learning the art of strategic thinking
158 Wesley and friend Gina Pace subdue Ozemmik in sickbay. Wes calls Security to sickbay, on the double.
Worf was the first to arrive, with a quick glance, he sized up the surprising scene, and cold not even begin to piece together what had taken place,
Worf to Wesley – There may be a place for you in security.
Wesley – I never thought about
Dr. Crusher – Over my dead body. No offense, Worf.
The burly Klingon gave a neutral shrug
193 Worf – Alaj is a Federation member. We are bound by oath to protect it
Worf believes the energy field is a threat
204 Worf quickly protested – I do not consider weapons to be nonessential
219 Death is a part of life, Worf said with brusque dignity. Each individual should be permitted the time to deal with it in his own chosen way.
Worf’s statement took Picard by surprise, since Klingons were notoriously private about their feelings and philosophies.
236 Worf’s expression didn’t deviate from his accustomed glower, but there was crisp satisfaction in his motions as he entered the commands to arm and aim torpedoes.
Worf asks to speak with Picard properly.
Picard – You are being uncharacteristically cagey. Just tell me the plan.
Worf and Geordi have studied the situation and reached the conclusion that the only way to divert or disable the Bekeem ship from Alaj is by ramming it. They didn’t tell Picard because they did not think he would like their recommendation. The same strategy had already occurred to him.
Death in the line of duty is never unthinkable to a Klingon
Worf familiar with kamikaze reference
260 Enterprise ramming averted.
Wesley – That was too close for comfort.
We had nine seconds to spare, Worf responded with a stoic shrug. several
Crew members looked at him with stares of disbelief. He glowered back at them in a Klingon approximation of guilelessness.
The Defector
Data studying Shakespearean actor Kolnarch [?K for a Klingon] in Henry V.
Worf at rail when Romulan ship detected crossing Neutral Zone. Handles communications, says there’s no reply without looking down at panel. Weapons of the warbird are fully powered. Riker takes Worf with him to greet transporting pilot of rescued Romulan scout ship. Worf in meeting with defector, who says Romulans establishing bases within reach of 15 Federation sectors. Worf says the Federation would not allow that. 
Picard has Worf escort Sublieutenant Setal to sickbay. He is aware of a great deal for a logistics clerk. Forged credentials are a simple matter for a spy. 
Setal to Riker – How do you allow Klingon pahtk to walk around in Starfleet uniform. 
Worf – you are lucky this is not a Klingon ship, we know how to deal with spies
Setal – remove this tohzah from my sight!
Riker says Setal’s knowledge of Klingon curses is impressive, and sends Worf off to see to security arrangements for Setal’s stay. 
Picard calls Worf into his ready room after message from HQ directs Enterprise to Nelvana III, that there might be war.
Message comes in from Klingon vessel BortaS for Picard, who directs Worf to handle it from security station, deck 9. Worf leaves aft rail station. 
Romulan is actually Adm. Alidar Jarok, massacre at Norkan outposts, Fed colonies near Romulan Neutral Zone.
Two Romulan warbirds decloak at Nelvana III. Mild attack. 
Worf signals three Klingon warships to decloak beside Enterprise and behind Romulans. When Romulans break off, Klingon disruptors power down. 
Worf extends appreciation of the Federation, and Picard’s personal gratitude, to the Klingons at Picard’s request. 
So what were the Klingons thinking, was Gowron on the BortaS?
The Hunted
Worf at aft rail. 
Security team report to transporter room 4. Riker and Worf go to greet guest. Two yellow shirt security guys get thrown about, O’Brien calls for More Security, More Security, goes in to get thrown about, knocked out, phasered. Worf and Riker run from turbolift. Worf holds him down. 
All security precautions have been taken for the transfer of prisoner Roga Danar. Point one second. Full security contingent present. Worf leaves aft rail to view transport from holding cell. Danar escapes from transporter beam, armed with phaser. Worf goes in to turbolift to disable overloading phaser!! Worf arrives in engineering after Danar has left. Full contingent of security at all shuttle bays. LaForge advises Worf to double it. Worf and two other guys move into cargo bay three. Worf speaks to Picard, planning next move. Sound of footsteps leads Danar to believe he can emerge from hiding in cargo bay. Worf has stayed behind, comes out with phaser drawn
Worf - Danar you are cunning, you must have Klingon blood. But the battle is over. 
Danar – the battle is never over
Worf to bridge – I have Danar.
Fist fight, general brawling, much tossing of cargo containers. Worf buried, knocked out buy falling containers. 
Worf, back at aft rail, back at opening hailing frequencies.
The programmed soldiers will not kill unless their survival is at stake.
Riker holds Worf back before going to planet. Mr. Worf, you are personally responsible for the Captain’s safety.
Worf obeys Picard’s request to keep weapons down to not provoke kill response in programmed soldiers
The High Ground
on errand of mercy to non-aligned Rutia IV Worf and Crusher sit and chat at café table before next meeting
At explosion Crusher rushes forward, then Data, Worf last to start moving, calls Doctor back. She asks Worf to get her bandages. Worf states Doctor it is not safe. Crusher makes it an order. Worf goes off for whatever. Rutian security comes over to tell Crusher The Klingon’s right. These Ansata terrorists, they’re madmen, there could be another bomb. Worf returns with bottle of disinfectant, cloths. Worf’s tricorder does not read any other explosive device, but the terrorists have the folded-space transporter. Worf believe Crusher was the intended abductee. The Ansata now at war with the Federation for this action.
The Ansata terrorists transport aboard Enterprise, Worf tracks intruders from aft rail. When they transport to bridge Worf takes down and is downed by female terrorist. Deanna and Wesley rush to him, Deanna calling Code One Security.
Deanna reports to Riker that Worf is recovering in Sickbay, wound not serious.
Picard tells Crusher that Worf went down, he does not know if he is alive or dead. 
Worf comes back, to request permission to join the rescue party for Crusher and Picard. I owe it to the Captain. Permission granted by Riker
Worf beams in with Rutian security to secret terrorist base, starts taking people out. Worf undoes Picard’s bounds. Worf goes back to aft rail, Wesley gets hugged by his mother on the bridge twice
Wo/We 
Deja Q
Worf at aft rail, the sound they all hear does not register on Worf’s sensors
Q – What do I have to do to convince you I’m mortal?
Worf – Die
Q – Oh, very clever, Worf. Eat any good books lately?
Picard orders Worf to throw Q in the brig
Worf – Delighted Captain. you will walk or I will carry you. 
Q – I should have chosen Klingon. In my heart of hearts I am a Klingon. So you’ll understand I’ll never survive in confinement
Worf – Be quiet, or disappear back where you came from
Q – I can’t disappear anymore than you could win a beauty contest
Q – perscapacity personified. don’t tell me the story of the boy who cried Worf
Q shouts 'Romulan!' at Worf, who pauses but continues out of brig, Q should have chosen to be Romulan
Worf keeps a close eye on Q’s friends the Calamarain
Q gives two fantasy women to Riker, than moves them to Worf, who isn’t interested either
A Matter of Perspective
Lt. Worf in charge of ship’s security
  The Forgotten War by William R. Forstchen
p38 Riker still tells stories about his days aboard the IKS Pagh
p40 Tarn, a tall, reptilian race, live in clans and hunting circles, traditions similar to Klingon warrior code.
p40 The Klingons are worthy enemies, says Tarn Commander Karish, We enjoyed fighting them. Tarn have been isolated from the Federation for 200 years.
P69 Worf approaches Karish. “I had a grandsire who once had the pleasure of meeting with those of your circle.” At Garamora. A good fight, much glory for both sides. Karish says Tarn won. Worf responds “That was not how the events were described to me. But nevertheless it was a good day at Garamora.”  [Who related this – and when?]
P70 Karish – Since when have Klingons been the boot lickers of the Federation?
P71 Worf hisses – Tarn, if you were not under Federation protection, I would kill you where you stand for speaking such dishonorable words. No Klingon is a servant of the Federation. We are allies and equals.
P71 Worf is never afraid of a worthy fight
P71 Picard is Worf’s commander though oath and though honor and respect he has earned in Worf’s eyes. Worf would die for Picard, as Picard would die for Worf. That is the bond between Klingon and Federation, that is why they are allies now. In a war between the Federation and the Tarn, the Klingons would be there for the kill. 
P72 our blades will glitter with the blood of Tarns
P222 Worf has more honor in his little finger than these genocidal Tarn p’taks had in their whole army
P222 Data sends Worf down to Torgu-Va to face the Tarn and reason with them warrior to warrior. It is his duty to try. 
P222 the Tarn on Torgu-Va know the legends of Klingons as good warriors, worthy foes, almost as good as the Tarn
P225 there is no honor in bombing a city, killing old, wounded and children
P225 Worf to Karish – know that my son will spit at the name of the murderers of his father. He will seek you with his blade and avenge me, as will my comrades from the Enterprise.
P232 Tarn blood bonding ceremony, dipping fingers in blood from wound, cut oneself to draw blood, mixing them together. “Very Klingon”
P250 Picard’s first question to Karish is if Worf is safe
P269 Worf and Karish get slightly intoxicated in 10 Forward. Worf has made quite an impression on Karish and his followers regarding the military prowess of the Federation and their Klingon friends. They think if the Klingons would deem to be friends with the Federation, the Federation just might be bloodthirsty enough to win Tarn approval
Yesterday's Enterprise
Guinan brings drink to Worf at table in 10 Forward – an earth drink, prune juice. A warrior’s drink. Worf always drinks alone, it wouldn’t hurt him to seek out a little companionship, in Guinan’s opinion. 
I would require a Klingon woman for companionship. Earth females are too fragile. 
Not all of them, Guinan informs him. There are a few on this ship that would find you   tame.
HA HA HA. Impossible.
You never know till you try.
Then I will never know.
Coward
I was merely concerned for the safety of my crewmates
Drink your prune juice.
ALTernate timeline.
Worf on bridge reports momentary reading of ship, but then vanished. 
Guinan in 10 Forward, with Geordi, tell me about Tasha Yar.
  Q-In-Law by Peter David 
p19 Worf was sullen and already thoughtful. Large numbers of newcomers on the Enterprise meant that allsorts of security questions would have to be answered. If the individuals coming aboard were among the more aggressive members of the Federation, the entire thing could be a logistical nightmare. 
The Ferengi consider the Tizarin, an honest spacegoing race of merchants, to be bad for business. They would, Worf observed, making no effort to hide his distaste
The Tizarin prefer not to deal with overly warlike races, so Deanna not concerned there would be potential security risks.
Worf - the safety of this ship is my responsibility.
Worf's lip wrinkled in mild distaste. Not in favor of the Enterprise being used as wedding hall.
Picard felt the uncomfortable glare of the Klingon security officer upon him
P27 Captain, came Worf's stentorian voice, we have received the list from Starfleet of the guests who will be in attendance at the   festivities. The last word sounded as if he were uttering a profanity. 
P51 the only other person who could have so easily handled Lwaxana Troi's luggage was Worf. Somehow Picard couldn't see asking the Klingon to carry it. Picard did not doubt for a moment Worf's loyalty or dependability. But it was madness to tempt fate.
P67 to Worf, there was no such thing as too much caution. Instead of sitting in the captain's chair when he had the bridge, he hovered at the security station, keeping abreast of routine developments through the quadrant via Starfleet communications. Forewarned is forearmed, and if the Ferengi or any potential troublemakers were to wander into the area, or if anyone had declared war on somebody else, Worf wanted to be prepared
Deanna says Q. Worf's head snapped up immediately. His voice dropped a tone lower in register. Worf, hurry, Deanna said. Worf had no idea what was going on, but he immediately followed her into the lift.
Worf - I do not wish to do anything to warn Q we are coming, that way, we have the element of surprise on our side.
Deanna - I think Q always possesses the element of surprise
Worf checked the level of his phaser. Then I'll borrow it, the Klingon said curtly
P72 Worf chose that moment to make his entrance, backed up by four security guards. The crowd immediately parted as Worf knifed through them like a shark
Q - Worf! Still struggling up the evolutionary ladder?
Worf stood before him, a snarl emerging. The sound of an angry Klingon was more than enough to frighten a goodly number of people.
Worf rumbled - Permission to bounce uninvited guest, Captain. His great hands flexed, clearly aching to reach over and throttle Q.
Q - you'll have to forgive Worf. He just discovered opposable thumbs and he's feeling overly confident.
Q - Heel.
Picard suddenly had a vision of Worf being hurled to the ground, made to heel and roll over, beg and fetch, and whatever humiliations the all-powerful alien might care to put him through. The loss of face, in front of all these people, would be so devastating that Worf might never recover.
Riker placed a restraining hand on the Klingon's shoulder, and Picard was grateful for that.
P84 Worf - I do not trust him.
Q - Such grudges. Give us a kiss, Worf.
Worf issued a growl that seemed to start from the bottoms of his shoes.
Picard - think of the ally he'd make
Worf - think of the corpse he'd make
P86 Q - Worf, just to show there's no hard feelings, I've got a present for you.
Worf's eyes narrowed - I want nothing from you.> 
Q stretched out his hand and there was a soft, purring round creature in it.
Which took one look at Worf and started to screech ear-piercingly.
Worf took two steps back and his face twisted in nausea. Get that disgusting thing away!
Graziunas, Tizarin father of the bride, bellowed - don't tell be your big brave security officer is afraid of a tribble?
The tribble shook violently in Q's hand. Worf fought down revulsion upon seeing the loathsome vermin's gyrations.
Picard snatched the tribble from Q. is this how you begin your friendly overtures? The tribble vanished from Picard's hand.
P92 Picard could sense behind him that Worf was ready to charge. He saw Riker take a step, blocking a direct path between Worf and Q, and was grateful for this. He didn't want to think about what Q could do to the infuriated Klingon if he were of a mind to.
Q plastered smiles onto their faces, even Worf's, where it looked grotesque
P99 Q's deliberately casual manner was clearly annoying Worf
Worf - we know what you are.
Q - and who explained it to you, Worf? Did they find enough one-syllable words to do the job?
P113 Q aware that Worf has a son, though Worf doesn't know it yet. Ironic, isn't it? Of all of them, Worf is the one who goes and reproduces.
P128 Worf and security team to Lwaxana's quarters. Lwaxana dismisses them.
Worf seemed to glower at that. He turned to his men and said, with just the faintest touch of sarcasm, We may leave now.
Women, he growled.
P239 Lwaxana starts beating the stuffing out of Q.
Riker - What do you think we should do?
Worf - Sell tickets
P241 a deelar, a Betazoid weapon like an axe.
Worf to enraged Lwaxana - I, for one, would certainly not wish to have you angry with me.
Q - what are you sneering at, Worf?
Worf said with satisfaction - Nothing, I am sneering at a great big nothing
Q - you know, you insults are meaningless to me. Everything you say is meaningless to me.
Wo/We  Sehra of the Graziunas gives Wesley a gift; Karla, a young blue-skinned woman with short red hair.
The Offspring
As far as childrearing philosophies - What Klingons do to their children –
Lal narrows gender choices to human male and female, Andorian female, Klingon male – a friend for Worf, Troi quips.
Worf on the comm. while Picard sleeps, and next day.
  Fortune's Light by Michael Jan Friedman 
P17 the door slid aside, revealing the stolid bulk of the ship’s security chief. May I come in, Worf asked, in the same tone he might have used to propose the annihilation of a hostile vessel. Klingons always seemed to be engaged in a heated argument, even when they were uttering pleasantries.
Worf frowned. It was not necessarily a sign of displeasure, he frowned a lot. 
The Klingon seemed to be at a loss of the right words. Riker waited patiently, knowing that his visitor would in time find what he sought. 
Worf wants to know what Riker’s going to be doing on Priority One mission to Imprima. Riker’s safety is his responsibility. Enable him more efficiently to carry out his duties as security chief, which extend to all members of the crew, even when they are not on the ship. 
Riker covered all the essentials with Worf. The Klingon’s frown gradually deepened. It was a personally important mission for Riker. Loyalty was something Worf could easily understand.
It was hard to tell what kinds of thoughts were taking shape behind those void-black Klingon eyes. 
Worf – There are few situations that do not have at least the potential to become dangerous. An ally, one who is immediately accessible, may prove quite valuable should trouble arise.
Riker was touched by the offer, but he didn’t say so, it would only have embarrassed Worf, and to a Klingon, being embarrassed was worse than being flayed alive. The latter situation, at least, was something they were emotionally equipped for. 
Worf did not belabor the point. He rose, considering Riker past the high bony ridge of his nose. 
Riker marveled at his luck. What had he done to deserve a friendship like Worf’s.
P68 Wesley curious about Riker’s mission. He thinks Worf knows something about it, but he’s just as closemouthed as the captain. 
P157 Crusher going alone to Imprima to tend wounded Riker.  Worf obviously none too pleased about the fact. Worf had requested that he be allowed to give Crusher the native tunic before she beamed down. Picard had allowed it. Riker was one of the few real friends the Klingon had, not just on the ship, but anywhere. Worf wanted to feel that he was helping in some small way. 
The security section was shaped by Worf’s intensity. 
P191 Worf had already looked up from his instruments, as if he’d sensed that an order was coming.
Picard – Lt. Worf, be ready to beam down to Besidia on short notice. 
Worf – Trouble, sir?
Picard – Not yet, but I anticipate it. Please convey this to Data, in person.
The security chief must have wondered at the order, but he didn’t hesitate to obey it. 
P196 Worf was halfway across the holographic baseball diamond when he noticed the uniformed men pouring out of the stands. He realized their purpose; to detain him. Instinctively, Worf rose to the challenge, whirling and bracing himself. As his nearest pursuer charged him, the Klingon stepped aside like a matador and used the main’s momentum to send him sprawling. The next two came at once, one got a kick in the solar plexus, the other a fist to the jaw. The paired maneuvers left Worf vulnerable, precariously balanced. He went down rather unceremoniously. Kicking and smashing, tearing and slithering, he did his best to work free of the tangle. Anyone else would have acknowledged that he was fighting a losing battle, but Worf was not anyone. 
With as much dignity as possible, Worf climbed out from under the pile.
Data – I hope you are not injured. I would have stopped the program sooner, but you appeared to be enjoying yourself. 
Worf ignored the hand and got to his feet – Who are they? I did not know you were partial to combat programs.
Data – This is a baseball game. Riker’s program.
Worf grunted, a sound that another Klingon would have recognized as an expression of disdain – They dishonor the title. A dozen of them could not subdue a lone intruder. 
Worf believed that security personnel should be prepared for anything. 
In Worf’s own holodeck programs he played no persona. It was essential that his enemies recognize him if they were to engage one another in battle. 
He had come here for a reason and he appraised Data of the fact. Without any further pleasantries. 
Worf did not disguise his admiration of Riker’s decision to continue even though wounded. He would have expected no less of Riker. The first officer was not easily daunted. 
Worf looked back and saw the inquisitive expression on Data’s face. He hoped that the question would not be a long one, though experience had taught him to expect otherwise. 
Before he could be interrogated any further, Worf exited the holodeck.
P201 Worf remained where he was, perceiving that Picard required something else. How well you have come to know me, Worf. 
Worf regarded Picard with hooded eyes but said nothing. 
The baseball game experience had been a bit too alien for him. 
Worf – Geordi, are you suggesting that Data’s loyalty may be divided? Naturally that would be of concern to the head of security whether he believed it or not. 
P233 Worf and Data, dressed in Impriman tunics, beam in to rescue Riker. 
A triumphant Klingon snarl. 
Ferengi Ralk had made the mistake of testing Worf’s vigilance, phaser-stunned. 
Sins Of The Father
As part of exchange program Enterprise is taking aboard a Klingon officer, to return recent visit of Riker to Pagh. 
Picard – we must make sure Commander Kurn is accorded all rights and responsibilities due to a first officer aboard this ship. If he feels patronized in any way –
Riker - we’ll know. One does not patronize a Klingon warrior. 
Riker is to prepare the crew for any unusual orders. The Klingons are very thorough. Riker is sure Kurn studied for his assignment. Picard understands Kurn requested the Enterprise specifically. 
Kurn, leathers and disruptor – you are relieved. May I take my station sir? I am ready for duty. I ask that I be allowed to take my station. 
Riker lets Kurn out the door of transporter room first.
Kurn to bridge crew – I am Kurn, Commander rank, Klingon Defense Force. You will address me as Commander or Sir at all times. I am fully aware of all Starfleet regulations. They will be strictly adhered to by all personnel while I am in command. It is my intention to bring a sense of discipline you may not be accustomed to, with your permission, of course, Captain[quick look to Picard].
Picard – by all means, Commander. 
Kurn – I have studied all of your Starfleet records, impressive. We shall see if you live up to your reputations. [Wesley and Data are huddled at front consoles] Do you wish to speak, Acting Ensign Wesley Crusher?! 
No sir, Commander, sir.
Kurn sits uncomfortably in comfortable chair to the right of Picard. Riker to the left. Kurn gives course. Execute. Makes Wesley nervous. 
Wesley and Geordi with Riker in 10 Forward. Commander Kurn just doesn’t seem to like Wesley. I can’t do anything right for him. Every time I respond to an order he jumps down my throat. Kurn found everything wrong with Engineering. Pulled a surprise inspection in middle of maintenance cycle. Geordi tried to explain to him but he wouldn’t listen. He’s gonna have to loosen up. He’s been leaning into everybody pretty hard. Except for Worf. Worf, at aft rail is treated very politely.
Klingons believe in obedience and a strict formality of command. 
Kurn’s knowledge of Enterprise systems and procedures is very impressive. Sir. 
Riker offers to help Kurn interact with crew. The hardest part when Riker served on the Pagh was recognizing and adapting to the demands of the crew [especially Vekma and her friend] they needed an iron hand
Suggestion? If this were a Klingon ship I would have killed you for offering your suggestion. 
How long has this bird been dead? It appears to have been lying in the sun for quiet some time. 
Kurn was told to prepare for cooked food
I will try some of your burnt replicated bird meat. slaps some slices on his plate.
Picard selected a varied menu for Kurn
Kurn sticks a couple of fingers in the bowl of caviar.
The odor is not palatable. Kurn is honored when Picard explains it is from his own private stash. Wipes fingers on bird meat.
Adds some red leafy thing to his plate and moves to table. 
Kurn admits to Deanna that he finds the constraints of his new environment at bit difficult to conform to. Just a short while ago I had to stop myself from killing Commander Riker. Deanna giggles. I believe he was trying to communicate the crews’ discomfort with my style of command. Under normal circumstances I would consider that a challenge to my authority 
Picard in favor of learning tolerance, and shaking up status quo occasionally
I’ve never killed anyone at the supper table, Mr. LaForge.
Kurn spits out chicken. Our food has much more taste to it. while I am sure this is well prepared, it is much too bland for the stomach of a Klingon. 
Worf, chomping away at the other end of the table, looks up. Discomfited.
Kurn has data on personal computer, small round black. Turns it off when Worf comes to visit.
Permission to speak freely sir. 
For what purpose?
I have questions I wish to pose.
Are your quarters so comfortable?
They serve me
This entire ship seems built on comfort. Relaxation, being at ease. it is not the ship of a warrior. Not the ship of a Klingon. You cannot ask these questions within the boundaries of protocol? [Kurn sits down]
They are of a personal nature, sir.
Permission granted, pose your questions.
I wish to know if I have given you offense.
I am not human, if you had given offense, you would not need to ask.
Worf says Kurn dishonors him at every opportunity. 
I did not know that being polite to a Starfleet officer would bring dishonor to him. 
I am a Klingon
Really? Perhaps your blood has thinned in this environment. [Kurn stands up and walks away from Worf] I simply didn’t want to hurt –
Worf gets ready to blow, overturns chair, Kurn spins around. mev yap!
So, your blood is not so thin, after all. 
I am a Klingon, if you doubt it, a demonstration can be arranged. 
That is the response of a Klingon, the response I would expect from my older brother!
Kurn - I was barely a year old when you left for the Khitomer outpost. You, our mother and father were not going to stay long. It was decided that I did not need to go. I was left to stay with our father’s friend Lorgh until your return. You never did. 
Worf – the Starfleet officer that rescued me was told by the Klingon High Command that I had no living relatives. 
Kurn – they assumed I was killed with the family at Khitomer. Lorgh had no sons, he took me into his family. It was not until I reached the Age of Ascension that I was told the truth. 
Worf – so you asked to serve aboard the Enterprise to watch me. 
Kurn – it was an excellent opportunity, to see what kind of Klingon your were, or if you were a Klingon at all. 
Worf – your deception offends me, brother
Kurn – it should, but it was required.
Worf – to satisfy your curiosity.
Kurn – no much more. You are the elder son. The challenge is yours to make. The Klingon high council has judged our father a traitor to the Empire. 
Worf goes to Picard, asking for leave. Mogh is accused of aiding and abetting the Romulan attack on the Klingon outpost at Khitomer.
Picard – the attack in which he himself was killed? Why now, after 20 years?
The evidence will be heard when he gets home
Duras, the son of Mogh’s greatest rival. Our family name will be disgraced for seven generations. It is Worf’s responsibility to clear his name or answer for his crimes. The family of a Klingon warrior is responsible for his actions, as he is responsible for theirs. If Worf fails in his challenge he will be executed. 
Set course for the first city of the Klingon Imperial Empire.
10 forward, an hour before arrival. 
The council will receive Worf at high sun, in the great hall. Worf knows the procedure for the challenge. As cha’DIch, to defend him, while you are accused you will not be allowed combat, Kurn will be honored if Worf chose him. I ask you to stand with me. 
The two sons of Mogh, together, we will restore the family honor. No, Worf against Kurn revealing his parentage.
It would mean Kurn’s death as well, if Worf fails. 
A Klingon’s honor means more to him than his life. Perhaps your human values have clouded your judgment.
On this ship, you are my commanding officer, and I obey, in council chambers you are my cha’DIch, you obey and I insist.
Yes, brother.
Thunderstorm over first city ands council chamber building. Not very sunny for high sun.
Picard, Worf, Kurn, Riker, Beam into reception area one side of council chamber, red X on back wall, metal wire low table and chairs. [bad set design continuity; beam down in sitting area, facing forward still in beam down position to K’mpec’s chair and far wall, walk forward from beam down position with four red lit panels behind] Long narrow council chamber, steeply vaulted ceiling, skylights, recessed areas off to sides between buttresses. Hanging chandelier. Grill panels filter light. Walls variously segmented, like various length girders, not regular masonry. Four red lit panels one end. Klingon trefoil on wall behind raised chair. Something like a stretched animal skin displayed under trefoil. Council members mill around, take their place in lines from high chair. High studded rails on chair. K’mpec wears heavy robe with various badges and pins, one large one, his leathery sash has writing down center. Metal half spheres on wall. Trefoil design on floor, red and black in circle, point toward chair.
Worf wears long heavy robe, sash over. 
I am Worf, son of Mogh, I have come to challenge the lies that have been spoken of my father. 
Worf, son of Moooogh, you have challenged the judgment of council. Are you prepared to answer for this if your fail?
Yes, with my life?
Kurn, son of Lorgh, I will stand by Worf’s side, I am cha’DIch. 
K’mpec sends warrior over with a d’k tahg for Kurn. 
Duras, stands first on the left of K’mpec, wearing heavy councilor robe with hood thrown back – you claim a birthright you have forsaken
I have not forsaken my heritage! I am Klingon. My heart is of this world. My blood is as yours. 
Duras – yet you come to us wearing a child’s uniform. And you bring outsiders to our great hall. 
Picard forcefully identifies himself. Worf has served under my command with distinction. He has earned my admiration and my respect. My greatest wish, that this council, in its wisdom, will clear his family name and return him to duty. 
K’mpec – trust of a commanding officer is admirable. Council has noted it. Speak the accusation.
Duras – for many turns the truth about Khitomer has lain dormant. Unknown. Now, it has been reveled. The traitor Mogh sent the defense access codes to the Romulan patrol ships, allowing them to destroy the outpost. Thousands died on Khitomer. My father died on Khitomer. Their deaths must be avenged. [Murmurs of agreement. Duras moves up close to Worf.] Your father was a traitor. By posing this challenge you are a traitor. [Backhands Worf with back of right hand. whips Worf’s head around, but no sound, rips sash from Worf, holds it up.] You will not wear the emblems of our people. [drops sash] you are a fool, and your challenge can only result in a fool’s death. 
Worf – it is a good day to die, Duras, and the day is not yet over. 
K'mpec -Council stands in recess. We will return for the Mek’ba. The evidence will be presented. [stands, right fist to chest, exits to right]
Data looks for information on Khitomer attack, request accesses Klingon central information net. 
Picard asks for info on Klingon law and familial accountability. 
In side area K’mpec comes to Worf and Kurn
I would speak to you, alone.
Kurn steps away, warrior woman comes up to him with piece of paper, he reads it and moves off
K’mpec to Worf – you should not have brought the challenge. There was no risk to you. What does it matter?
Worf – I am Klingon.
K’mpec – of that I have no question. But you life in the Federation will not be affected by this judgment.
Worf – My father –
K’mpec – is dead. He died long ago. I knew your father, served with him. This is not how I wanted to remember him. We must let the past be, and protect what we have now. If you leave before the Mek’ba, no shame will come upon you. Return to your ship, go back to your life. The challenge will be forgotten
Worf- why would you ask me to lay aside the honor of my father? My family? Are these the words of the council?
K’mpec grabs Worf’s lapels – I will not be questioned by you. You leave now, or you too will be condemned as a traitor. 
USS Intrepid was first ship on the scene at Khitomer. At the edge of sensor range during the attack. Multiple vessels responded. Khitomer sent out series of distress signals, recorded by both Romulan and Intrepid logs.
Kurn confronted in round tunnel way, metal grill floor, with display panel on side wall.
The time has not yet come, It does not have to come for many turns.
Duras knows who Kurn is. Worf has made a choice and will die for it. Kurn can still be safe. Let him stand alone. 
He is my brother, I will not betray him.
Then you will die for him. Two Duras goons attack Kurn from either end of short tunnel way. Stab and leave him for dead.
Kurn on Enterprise with Dr. Crusher – what kind of weapon makes a vicious wound like that? A kut’luch, the ceremonial weapon of an assassin. 
Klingon metabolic recovery is remarkable
Now that Duras knows his bloodlines, both will be executed.
Recently the Klingons captured a Romulan ship, with logs that provided new information on the Khitomer attack. They clearly indicate a transmission from the outpost to the Romulan ship moments before the shields went down. They do correspond to Morg’s personal security code. LaForge determines Romulan logs have been tampered with. 
Picard doesn’t understand nuances of Klingon laws and culture, but he knows when someone is trying to hide something. 
K’mpec urged Worf to drop his challenge, abandon my family honor. It was impossible to believe I was hearing a Klingon speak.
Not just Duras, but High Council is enemy.
Worf asks Picard to be his replacement cha’DIch. I can think of no one I would rather have at my side.
You may refuse to be a cha’DIch with no dishonor
Worf and Picard beam down again.
My challenge will proceed. No treats, no treachery, will stop it. Not even a trap set for my cha’DIch by a coward.
Duras starts forward, from his position on K’mpec’s left, K’mpec grabs hold of his arm and calls his name in warning, stopping him. Picard steps in front of Worf when Duras comes near.
Duras – I’ll not hear lies, son of a traitor. Picard must be ready to fight, something Starfleet does not teach you. 
Soldier brings d’k tahg to Picard like he did for Kurn, Picard hangs it over his right shoulder, holster on left leg
Dr. Crusher, looking though medical logs, a Klingon woman was found with Worf. Kahlest was severely injured, was transferred to Starbase 24 for treatment. That was when she was separated from Worf, after her recovery she returned home. Data scans Klingon central net for records of Kahlest.
At Mek’ba
Duras – the Romulans lowered the outpost shields themselves, they were given the defense access code, the record clearly shows the Romulan patrol ship receiving a personal transmission from Mogh seconds before the shields fell. The Khitomer commander noted in his log that Mogh had been acting suspiciously. [missing audio] Romulan territory. Other witness testified that Mogh often spoke of his admiration for the Romulans, their culture, their women [others grumble]. Mogh betrayed us, and 4000 Klingons died on Khitomer. Only the son of Mogh survived. 
At Picard’s request for short recess Duras spins around and stalks off. Duras and two goons observe Picard going off alone
Kahlest was Worf’s ghojmok, his nurse. Worf under impression she died in the attack. Data has found her, she’s living in the old quarter. 
Hey, I’m your cha’DIch. 
Picard through old quarter in heavy hooded cloak. Multilevel passageways, red lit, open braziers, and natural light filtering down. stairs, hexagonal archways, smoky, ground mist. Some carving on walls. Other cloaked figures.
Kahlest home frayed cloth on walls. Stuffed couch, arm chair. Rather large main sliding door straight into room. She knows Picard is cha’DIch. 
Kahlest white skin, light hair. Cloth and fur long dress, with leathery spine guard down the back. I can not help. I am dead. A long time dead. My life ended on Khitomer. I served a proud family. A strong house. All that is gone. Mogh was loyal to the Emperor. Mogh suspected someone of plotting with the Romulans. Followed them to Khitomer. Kahlest does not know who the traitor was.
Duras’ two goons attack Picard with kut’luch when he leaves Kahlest. Picard doesn’t pull the d’k tahg from its holster very well, but dispatches one guy anyway, Kahlest stabs other from behind. 
You are brave, cha’DIch. Worf chose well.
K’mpec would remember Kahlest. I caught his eye, then, but he was too fat. 
The sight of Kahlest might shake loose the truth
At Mek’ba 
Duras – the evidence is clear. I would ask that the judgment stand; that Worf be condemned as a son of a traitor to the empire. [growls of agreement]
K’mpec – Worf, son of Moooggrrrrgh. The judgment of –
Two women warriors escort Picard and Kahlest in – the Mek’ba is not complete. I bring an eyewitness to the Khitomer massacre. One who has new evidence. 
K’mpec stands up, steps down from chair, and growls, waving arm.
K’mpec’s private chamber – red lit art in alcove, single hard chair in front of desk, desk, swivel desk chair round open back, like wheel spokes. tall white cylinders in corner, and lining hallway, Large Red lit X on wall behind half octagonal desk with nothing on it. Ceiling lights cast red light. Various knives, spears on display on walls. Half spheres on walls. Tapestry white with black criss cross lines, red + in each square, top third, then solid white middle, solid black bottom. Smaller tapestry red with yellow fringe. 
Private session, everybody stands.
It is rules of the Mek’ba that evidence be presented in open council
Duras  - she will die before she gives evidence
K’mpec – be silent, Duras, would you kill an old woman to cover your dishonor? 
Duras - I have no reluctance to kill you, human.
K’mpec – obviously we are not prepared to hear her evidence in open council. Kahlest, you can go now. [She nods her head and turns away] it is good to see you again.
Kahlest – you are still fat, K’mpec [his face falls] Duras goes to stand beside K’mpec
Why judge Mogh guilty when you knew he was not? Someone had to be blamed. The warriors who captured the Romulan ship had learned of the treachery. But only the council knew who’s security code had been transmitted – Ja’rod, father of Duras.
This ha’DIBah should have been fed to the dogs
His family is powerful. If the truth were known it would shatter the council. [Worf turns away in disgust] most certainly plunge us into civil war. Worf was in Starfleet, we did not expect you to challenge the judgment. Nor did we know there was another son of Mogh. 
Picard demands the honor of Worf’s family be restored
K’mpec – you do not understand. His challenge was defeated before he ever made it. You will not be allowed to present this evidence. The judgment stands. You will be condemned, so will your brother. There is no other way now.
Picard – what does this say of an Empire who holds honor so dear?
K’mpec – the empire will not be destroyed for one family’s honor. 
The cha’DIch has no say in the decision
If Picard defies an order of the High Council the alliance with the Federation could fall to dust
The alliance with the Federation is not based on lies.
Worf prepared to die for the Empire [though his head is not held high when he says it] the cha’DIch will be silent.
Duras knows Kurn’s honor would demand take revenge if he were allowed to continue to be the son of Lorgh
Worf – if you allow Kurn to live, I will give you something that will serve your purpose far more than my death. I will accept discommendation. 
K’mpec lights up, ahh. It would be the same as admitting your father’s guilt.
Duras – you will do this in open council?
K’mpec – your heart is Klingon. What has been said here will never be spoken of again. 
Duras turns to go but Worf puts left arm out and stops Duras in the chest. 
You are the son of a traitor. [backhands him soundlessly with the left hand, Duras glowers, than lowers his head] now I am ready
Kurn doesn’t understand why Worf is doing this, Kurn was prepared to die. Worf wants Kurn to live, the name of their father must someday be cleared. Worf needs Kurn alive with honor intact. There will be another day. Do not forget what he does here today, do not let your children forget. 
All council arranged in circle around Worf, Kurn to his left. 
Worf speaks Klingon
K’mpec speaks word, raises fists, crosses them at chest, turns to the right, so back is to Worf. Then Duras, then older white haired man, middle aged man, slightly bald guy, female, guy, female warrior, older man, and so on around the circle, Kurn must also. Worf calls him brother. Kurn raises crossed arms, clenches fingers to fists, spins to the left. 
Worf and Picard walk out. Picard keeps the ritual d'k tahg.
Intrepid Captain Drew Deighan reached Khitomer SD 23859.7

Allegiance
Security team to captain’s quarters after strange energy reading
Worf in poker game with Riker, Geordi, Data, Deanna. 
Esoqq means fighter, Half the names in the Chalnoth language mean fighter, strong, they live in anarchy, reject authority in any form. Go 3 or 4 days without food. Wear leather chest armor similar to Klingon, and have knife very like kut’luch
Worf at bar in 10 Forward with Geordi
In meeting with Riker, Crusher, Data, Geordi, Troi, discussing Picard’s odd behavior. 
The unexplained energy reading, and the odd behaviors, is not enough evidence to justify mutiny, in Worf’s opinion. 
Picard orders ship too close to pulsar, Riker belays order, Picard relieves Riker of duty and orders Worf to confine Riker to quarters. Worf, at aft rail, straightens up and calmly places his hands behind his back. Ignores Picard’s repeated orders. Pulls phaser when aliens arrive on ridge. Coordinates with Riker and Data and real Picard to establish forcefield around aliens, an alert crew can communicate without words, just a look.
  The Eyes of the Beholders by A.C. Crispin 
P11 newly established trade route through Sector 3SR-5-42, linking Federation territory and the Klingon Empire. Less than a year old. The only inhabited nearby planet is Thonolan IV, a recently settled Andorian colony. Three vessels have gone missing in the last 6 months. Yesterday the Klingon High Command lost contact with one of their ships, the Klingon cruiser PaKathen.
P28 Renegade Klingons could be responsible for disappearances. Perhaps the Klingons sent off more of those sleeper ships, and they’re coming back.
Klingon honor of a century ago would demand an assault on Federation space and Fed vessels, instead of staying in Sector 3SR-5-42.
P36 the PaKathen was not transmitting when it vanished, so the Klingon vessel’s precise location remains unknown
P41 maybe outlawed Klingons are responsible. Ens. Gomez speculates that the moment they see the Enterprise they’re going to be scared spitless and run like hell.
LaForge would agree, if only that Klingon ship hadn’t disappeared. Tackling a ship full of Klingons is not something most pirates would contemplate in their wildest dreams. And you know the contempt the Klingons feel for the Ferengi. They’d fight to the death to avoid the dishonor of losing to those greedy little trolls. The last thing Klingon renegades would want is to attract the attention of an official Klingon vessel. The empire would send out an entire squadron to avenge a cruiser, if necessary.
P47 this type of energy field is nothing ever encountered before in Federation, Romulan or Klingon space.
Klingon vessels are designed not to leave ion trails that give away their location, so no signs of PaKathen
P52 there’s nothing Worf likes better than a chance to take on all comers single-handed. Its been a while since we’ve faced a real challenge, and he’s hot to trot, thinks La Forge
P57 Guinan serves Worf a generous helping of Klingon gagh. Wesley glanced at the plate, then hastily averted his eyes. Wesley still couldn’t get used to the idea of eating things that moved.
Wesley – Riker must have nerves of steel to be able to go and serve on a Klingon ship and eat in their mess hall. He must also have a cast iron-
P74 Worf – they spoke of invasion. We must be ready to do battle against an alien force.
P83 The Enterprise passed a Klingon cruiser (the PaKathen or another one)
Even Worf looked as though he’d gotten hold of some bad gagh and was having trouble keeping it down
Data detects no life form readings from the PaKathen, Worf’s mouth tightened, but he did not otherwise react to the news.
P87 Worf picks up log entries and tactical data from the PaKathen, last log entry made by Captain Khlar when his ship had come to rest. He reported dissension and assassinations among his crew, and logged his decision to blast their way out of this trap. That is the last entry.
Readings from their gunnery station indicate that all forward disrupter banks have been discharged.
Picard orders Worf to assemble an adequate security force to deal with whatever he may find over on the alien artifact that has been driving starship crews crazy for millennia, and to head that force personally[!]
Worf – Yes, Captain. Worf as always, preferred action to waiting
The Klingon officer beckoned to an ensign to replace him at his station then he strode into the turbolift
Worf selects Clara Bernstein, Ricardo Montez, and Caledon. Dr. Selar. Tellarite Dr. Gavar. Dr. Logan. Mr. Selinski, nurse. Nurse Itoh. Nurse Johnson. Johannes Grunewalt. 
Nurse Itoh attacked Lt. Worf, screaming that he was a dirty Klingon spy, then she attacked Logan. Nurse Itoh literally threw the Lt. off her and escaped. Logan has never seen such strength.
Worf hoisted up the drugged human, slinging him easily over his shoulder
The artifact has been ensnaring vessels not only since before the Federation was formed but before either the Romulan or the Klingon empires arose
Worf – a weapon of some kind, one designed to blast and warp minds instead of bodies. Truly a diabolical creation. 
Worf surprised; had no idea humans were capable of coming up with something as hideous and efficient as the neutron bomb – to destroy life while leaving structures intact
Worf suggests disintegrating the PaKathen, for the warriors aboard PaKathen, so they could receive, in death, an honorable end
Enterprise is far larger, more powerful than the PaKathen’s weaponry
Ens. Whitedeer, young security officer on current duty at Worf’s station while Worf meeting with Picard
The PaKathen had shields, it was a military vessel
The artifact’s mental effects may have been more immediate and severe with Klingons
Worf denies feeling any distress. Then his face took on the expression Worf wore whenever he faced a conflict between duty as a Starfleet officer and his dignity and honor as a Klingon. He finally nodded reluctantly. When he was aboard the Marco Polo he did feel a certain amount of mental stress. everybody in the landing party did. Including Dr. Selar.
P122 young Andorian girl Thala looked like she’d been through one of Worf’s Klingon Rites of Ascension
Several of the waves the energy field was generating did correlate marginally with wave patterns in the brains of humans, Betazoids, Andorians, Klingons and Vulcans.
Vorta Vor, the Romulans’ warrior paradise, reached via a bridge, like Valhalla
P151 Worf’s dream:
Walking barefoot on the side of the road, hot in the double suns on Khitomer. Rainy season on Khitomer still many days away. Brown and grayish-green countryside.
LengwI’, his pet Targ.
Targ was a large gray animal heavily muscled with a snouted face and small beady eyes. The beast was taller than the boy’s waist, even though the child was big or his years. Worf was still along time from his first Rite of Ascension but already he dreamed of it – dreamed of the day that he would be a warrior, traveling the star paths in a battle cruiser. The boy dreamed of the day he would command such a ship, imagining himself in the central seat, feeling in his mind the weight of leather and metal on his shoulders. 
The Targ suddenly snorted and dashed ahead into the shadow of some trees. Whuffling and grunting savagely; it rooted beneath them, its tusks tearing into the soil. There was a sudden terrified scuffling, then a triumphant squeal from the Targ as it pounced, striking something with its sharp-hooved forefeet, then seizing the small furry creature in its jaws. The Targ’s sharp teeth ripped it nearly in half, then the Klingon animal dispatched its prey in two messy swallows. 
Good boy, LengwI’ Worf praised. The Targ grunted and wriggled with pleasure, shoving its sticky snout into the boy’s hand for a pat. You got that burrower! You’re the best hunting Targ on the whole planet! He stroked the beast’s thick gray ruff, careful to avoid its sharp spines.
LengwI’ snuffled, not knowing, of course, that he was the only Targ on this backwater of the empire, the planet named Khitomer. Worf’s small face drew into a scowl even more pronounced than usual. At least his family had let him bring his pet among to the small Klingon settlement – he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be here without LengwI’ to take hunting and provide company. 
Worf didn’t like being stuck here on this remote, underpopulated colony world while Mogh worked on setting up the planetary communications system. They’d already been here half a season longer than Mogh had thought they would be when they’d first come.
If only Mogh would take Worf, LengwI’, Mother and Worf’s nurse, Kahlest, back home, then everything would be fine again. Back home there would be other children to practice battle strategies and unarmed combat with. There were few children anywhere near Worf’s age on this colony world and most of them were females
Not that there was anything wrong with females, basically, Worf thought. Some of them were very good fighters indeed, making up for their smaller size and lesser strength with quicker reflexes, greater cunning and when in battle frenzy, ferocious savagery. But females weren’t the same as having boys his own age as friends.
The boy sighed, and LengwI’, catching his mood, grunted inquiringly and thrust a bristly muzzle into Worf’s hand. Worf saw the Targ eyeing him with a certain glint in its small eyes that the boy recognized. You just ate, he pointed out. It’s not time for you to be fed yet, so if you’re hungry, you’ll just have to catch something else. So hunt, boy. Kill!
The Targ’s bristly, moist snout quivered as it scented the air, then it began jogging purposefully toward another tree. Worf watched proudly as the Targ promptly dug up, dispatched, disemboweled then devoured anther burrower, even larger than the first. 
Worf glanced at the sky, seeing that the small reddish sun was nearly down tot he horizon. His own stomach churned with hunger. Soon it would be time for dinner, and Mama was making Rokeg blood pie tonight!
Behind he heard the Targ’s hooves crunching the dry ground. With a shouted challenge – This time you won’t catch me! He broke into a run for home 
Worf wakes in his quarters - The dream had been so real!  The smell of Khitomer’s dust and vegetation seemed to linger in his nostrils, his stomach was rumbling hungrily, his mouth watered at the thought of eating real Rokeg blood pie, hot and slippery and salty in his mouth. The Enterprise’s food synthesizers, accurate as they were, just couldn’t manger to reproduce that raw fresh-killed flavor.
He rose from his narrow austere bunk. Worf’s quarters were stark, almost monastic in their simplicity and sparseness. 
Worf dressed quickly, draped his sash over his powerful shoulders, checked its placement in his mirror, checked the charge in his phaser. He smoothed back his hair – not as long as most Klingons wore theirs, but Worf strove to balance his appearance between that expected of a Starfleet officer and that of a Klingon warrior. 
It hadn’t been a dream, it had been a memory, that day had actually happened.
Worf remembered being roused in the middle of that same night by his father, who had hauled him and Worf’s mother and Kahlest, the boy’s nurse, down into the gunnery bunker.
Soon the air had been filled with the smell of destruction and death, the stifled groans of the wounded and dying. His mother had clutched him tightly in her arms, ignoring her small son’s protests that he wanted to fight – to kill – the opponents who attacked them in such a cowardly fashion. 
The Romulans’ attack on the Khitomer colony had been both unprovoked and unexpected. Before the day’s light dawned, 4000 Klingons, including all of Worf’s family as well as his pet Targ lay dead. Federation officials had found the small Klingon child clawing feebly at the rubble he was buried in and had pulled him back out into the light of day. The first sight to greet his eyes had been a Starfleet uniform, like the one he now wore.
Worf had lived the rest of his life among humans
That meal of Rokeg blood pie was the last time we were together, Worf realized. He remembered feeding bits of it under the table to LengwI’, remembered his mother’s resultant scolding, and heard in his mind the echo of his father’s gruff, booming laughter
The Klingon resumed his walk. Enough of such memories. Sorrow and loneness had no place in a Klingon warrior’s heart. He had work to do, duties to perform
P156 The Klingon officer did not smile, but something like a faint growl of pleasure emerged from his otherwise unmoving countenance. He was plainly eager, as usual, for action
Tellurite Dr. Gavar – I’m not a very good shot. I’d trip and shoot something or somebody by accident.
Worf did not quiet roll his eyes but the Klingon security chief’s expression was eloquent
P164  it was the may’QeH the battle madness, filling him and it was good. Snarling Worf raced through the halls, not sure whether they were in fact physical places or alien labyrinths imposed upon his mind. Or perhaps he was on some other plane of existence, it was impossible to know. Nor did it matter. He as here to fight and the lust for it filled him past all other knowledge or goals. Forgotten was his struggle to maintain the demeanor of a Starfleet officer. That was over now. The fire had taken possession of his blood, casting out the weak inhibitions imposed by his upbringing and his Starfleet training. There was only the drunken soaring knowledge of the enemy and the single-minded pursuit of victory.
He knew there was danger, but that knowledge was like the heat of HIq in his blood, as though he had imbibed some heady liquor such as Romulan ale, not the feeble synthehol the humans drank. Blind with rage, or was he blind form the light exploding within his vision? It did not matter! Roaring, he struck out, sending his fist – it should be armored, where was his battle glove? – smashing against an unyielding surface. deaf from the glorious war chants singing in his blood – or was he unable to hear because his ears were filled with alien sounds? That did not matter, either. he was here, and he would fight!
He could not be sure what was real and what was illusion but that did not matter, either! trying to decide which was which and what was what brought agony, but that did not matter. A warrior used pain only as a lash, a goad that could spur the valiant on to greater glory!
Worf blinked, suddenly realizing something disturbing. His phaser was no longer in his hand. With the phaser he could wreck real destruction, more than he could with his hands or his feet, strong and ably trained as they were. With his weapon in hand he would be able to achieve the ultimate in glory. They would feel his fury, and so would this place. 
Shaking his head, Worf bared his teeth and narrowed his eyes, trying to focus them.
He began to howl curses, because the QI’yaH – bedamned colors and images and shapes were in his ghuy-cha’ way! And worst of all, he could not even hear his own obscenities because of the Qu’vatlh alien sounds!
naDev vo’ylghoS! He roared, ordering the images, the colors, the sounds to go away!
At last, something concrete for him to kill!
He lunged at it with a bellow of berserker rage, something sent him sprawling, but with a warrior’s trained reactions, he was on his feet again in an eyeblink, poised to spring.
Worf’s rage to battle dimmed suddenly. Cooling like coals drizzled with water
He should be shooting, assaulting the enemy, making the kill!
Gavar hesitated, insane humans were one thing, but a crazed Klingon was something else again. For a moment she was tempted to abandon the security chief and tell the Enterprise to beam them back. Then her chubby features tightened, her stocky porcine body stood taller. She had to at least try. She couldn’t leave a fellow creature to die in this hideous place. 
She discerned again that demented roaring. It had to be the Klingon.
Gavar heard the Klingon’s enraged bellow. He lunged for her and Gavar skipped aside. The Klingon reeled against her, arms out, grasping, his breath hot on her cheek for a second, then the Tellarite jerked her leg hard against his shin and he went down. Quick as a thought she was beside him, the injector pumping the sedative into his body, she knew not exactly where. The shoulder, she guessed, leaping away, behind him now as he lunged to his feet
The surface beneath her hooves vibrated as the Klingon went down like a monument falling. Gavar hastily checked Worf’s pulse and respiration by touch. He was thoroughly unconscious – she’d given him the entire does, because she hadn’t been able to set the calibrator on the injector – but he was definitely alive. Grabbing the back of his jacket in both hands she began dragging him along. 
P173 Gavar – I had to sedate the Klingon – twenty cc’s of Qong-Hergh. A hefty dosage of that Klingon sedative. He should awaken naturally in 8 hours.
P188 a Klingon in a battle rage was not something Picard wanted crashing around his ship. He now had a good idea of why the crew aboard the PaKathen had not survived long
Lt. Worf stood, braced against the bulkhead, looking as though he were staying upright only by force of will. 
It is my duty to be here, Worf said in a tone that might almost have been pleading
Worf to Gavar – they told me of your actions. I must in honor inform you that I was wrong when I judged you unfit to accompany us on our away mission, you behave today with all the courage of a true warrior. You acquitted yourself with honor.
The Klingon fixed Picard with a somber gaze beneath his extraordinary eyebrows.
The artifact is a most deadly weapon and we must make every effort to destroy it immediately!
P195 no wonder the Klingons were all dead. The artifact’s emanations awakened in them the urge to fight
Worf – it certainly had that effect on me
Art appreciation was not something one expected from a Klingon
A loud buzzing sound interrupted Picard’s words. The sedative still in his system had finally triumphed over the Klingon’s sense of duty, and he was fast asleep, slumped down on his spine, head tipped back. Extraordinary sounds emerged from his open mouth. 
Riker winced theatrically. I never heard a Klingon snore before. Thank god when I was serving as first officer aboard the Pagh the officers had private cabins
Picard – Let us leave Sleeping Beauty to complete his interrupted nap. Quietly, though Picard was privately convinced they could have galloped out on horseback without arousing the somnolent lieutenant, the two humans left the room
Ylan artifact drifting for at least half a million years
Data is stronger than a squad of Klingons
P223 The Enterprise used its phasers to destroy the PaKathen in accordance with the Klingon High Command’s request
Large flinan tree from Deneb IV – root structure left small cavelike openings beneath them
Captain's Holiday
Worf would feel better if Picard would allow him to assign a security officer to him when he goes to Risa, but Picard doesn’t think it necessary.
potential baby index – Picard/Vash
  Boogeymen by Mel Gilden 
P21 Wesley runs command training holoprogram. He tried his negotiating skills with Klingon renegades, studied the famous encounters with the Klingons. 
P46 the dagger was oddly shaped, covered with gems and very sharp.  Worf identifies it as Axerii. 
P50 People who didn’t know him sometimes mistook Worf’s forceful personality for belligerence. While he was not the pussycat Tasha Yar had sometimes made him out to be, he was also not the undisciplined beast that others feared, Picard knew.
P54 starfleet used to run the Kobayashi Maru scenario with Klingons. the most recent versions use Romulans or Ferengi, sometimes both together. 
P107 Worf was a Klingon, unthinkable on a Fed vessel till just recently. 
P132 a large platter with a red spiderlike creature lying in the center surrounded by greens and lemon wedges. Something round, soft and purple was caught between its jaws. Denebian Slime Devil a la Tellarite.
P155 Worf was not a happy Klingon, having been confronted with enemies he felt powerless against. his big dark hands gripped the rail hard. 
P165 Picard looked at Worf with an innocent expression – I assure you, you have our complete attention.
Worf was impervious to that sort of humor. He merely reported.
P185 Picard – Mr. Worf, security alert. Professor Baldwin is to be considered dangerous, most of all to himself.
Worf offered to pry the turbolift doors apart with his bare hands, but Picard was not sure even Worf would be able to perform such a feat. 
Worf on low gravity – A warrior was not meant to be a bird.
P198 Worf does sweat. Generally he is much too cold. It doesn’t bother him. He is a warrior. 
Worf just stiffened and ground his teeth.
Worf turned and caught Baldwin - I do not want to have to sit on you.
Worf doesn’t recognize skunk smell or name.
P205 Worf was stone-faced as usual. Did Ens. Perry think they were friends? It was possible; human women had been attracted to Worf before. The coolness, the blatant animal magnetism, the sense of humor that he tried mightily to hide, all had admirers. Ens. Perry, tall slim blonde.
Wesley – We’re doomed either way.
Worf – It is a good day to die.
Boogeyman – We win! We win!
Wo/We Boogeyman program causes chaos
Tin Man
Romulans claim all that is in their field of vision
Romulans have a right of vengeance
Hollow Pursuits
no Klingon content
The Most Toys
Worf is Riker’s first choice to replace Data at Ops, Picard’s as well. Make it so.
Troi walks with Worf to his first watch at Ops. He has served at the position before. She’s concerned about Worf. He assures her that promotion due to death of crewmate is commonplace on Klingon ships. She knows that, but this isn’t a Klingon ship, and Data was Worf’s friend. And, it’s the second time Worf has replaced a crewmate who’s died. 
I honor Data’s memory, as I did Lt. Yar’s, by attempting to perform their duties as well as they did. I appreciate your concern. 
In true Klingon fashion.
Picard calls for Mr. Data to do a scan, when Worf is at the Ops position. Worf does the scan, reports probe results. White guy at aft rail.
Worf p aces at meeting.
  Dementia in D Minor by Mary Sweeney SNW V
Klingon composer Ketelk
Sarek
Amb. Sarek of Vulcan, one important event in his career was the Klingon Alliance
Sarek shares credit for early Klingon – Fed treaties with Riva

D’Amato directly challenged Worf’s authority, and Worf had to file insubordination charges against him with Riker. Worf hasn’t noticed tempers fraying, but the fight in 10 Forward opens his eyes. Worf holds two combatants at arms length
Menage a Troi
Worf, walking with Deanna, says he heard Amb. Troi handled the negotiations with the Ferengi well, he calls her an admirable woman.
Klingon female at Betazed Trade Conference and uniformed male

Worf directs search for Riker, Troi and Lwaxana on Betazed. 
Worf disgusted by Lwaxana’s fawning over Picard on the bridge
  Contamination by John Vornholt
P5 Worf and four security officers rush out of turbolift. They ran stone-faced toward Engineering. The doors did not open. Worf growled Override!. A stocky blonde woman named Kraner rewired the relays. Worf furrowed his dark Klingon brow and growled under his breath. He knew he couldn’t do any better than Ensign Kraner but that didn’t assuage his impatience one bit. 
Two minutes 16 point 2 seconds, excellent time for security drill. All the way from the bridge. Worf thinks the turbolifts should be faster. Geordi cautions that not everyone has the constitution of a Klingon. 
Only Geordi could get away with a remark about Worf’s Klingon buddies that took over engineering.
Geordi – There’s a Klingon who needs a hobby
P13 the Kreel are a very proud race. They’ve been at war their entire existence, much of it with the Klingons, and that will give anyone a bad disposition. The Kreel don’t have transporter technology. The Kreel are allowing the Fed to build Starbase in their home system, on Kayran Rock asteroid.
P25 Worf reports ship’s monitors indicate full containment of cleanroom after Dr. Costa killed.
Picard counts on Worf to inspect the cleanroom and pod thoroughly, as soon as it’s safe. 
P32 Picard to Deanna – I know you and Worf haven’t always seen eye-to-eye but  he’s the security chief and must conduct this investigation.
Picard to Worf – I’m assigning Counselor Troi to help you in your investigation.
Worf was unable to hide the surprise in his voice – Yes, sir.
Deanna couldn’t help but relive the moment her antipathy toward Worf had developed. He had suggested, in his official capacity of security chief, that the child be aborted. She was certain the incident had not impacted Worf’s psyche as much as it had hers. He had always addressed her civilly and heeded her advice, but they had never really had to work on a project together, until today.
Worf studies the maintenance reports of deck 31, he can’t understand how a seal or valve could have malfunctioned so badly, until Troi informs him of possibility of sabotage.
Worf would have preferred to conduct the investigation himself, but he recognized the unique talents of Deanna Troi. 
P35 Worf had never dreamt that anyone aboard the Enterprise could contemplate suicide. To a Klingon, the only possible reason for HoH’egh was extreme cowardice or humiliating defeat in battle. A failed marriage struck him as a ludicrous reason to end one’s life. 
Worf could comprehend the concept that someone would prefer dying to living, but he would never understand it.
Worf liked dealing with Vulcans, you could speak frankly to them and not have to waste time being tactful, as you had to with humans.
Dr. Karn Milu has a preserved Klingon cockroach with enormous pincers. Worf was forced to suppress a shudder.
Worf was doing a good job of keeping Saduk talking, not always an easy task with a Vulcan. 
Certainly no Klingon ship would have work areas as clean as these.
In an emergency Worf can negative pressurize sickbay, the transporter rooms, or any part of the ship
Ensign Singh, security. 
P49 Do’Ha’! snarled Worf, slamming a gloved fist into a gloved palm. A murder on the Enterprise! I vow that the killer will be brought to justice!
Worf tried to control his anger and frustration by taking deep breaths. 
Worf secured the packet of evidence under his sash.
Even aboard the old Klingon ships, no one ever got murdered but the captain!
Deanna was struck by the Klingon’s forceful action as he struck his communicator badge. She knew that there would be no wasted moments in this investigation
Thorough and efficient Worf pledged. If there’s a murderer on board, I will find him.
Worf appeared calm but his jaw worked furiously when he spoke
Worf unfamiliar with Earth colloquialism ‘an inside job’
60 Worf was glaring down at the little man, and Deanna couldn’t blame Emil for squirming uncomfortably.
Even Worf was impressed by the depth of the man’s grief. We are sorry to intrude at this time, said the security officer, but justice cannot wait. 
Deanna – He’s lying about something.
Worf grunted – Yes, even I could see that. More than one murderer has regretted his actions afterward. 
It was certainly odd to see Worf dwarfed by Dr. Grastow the Antarean.
66 if this had been a Klingon ship, the culprit might have come forward of his own volition and he would have h damn good reason for his crime. Klingons were not proud about killing, not anymore, but they did admit to the necessity when all else failed, when self-preservation was at stake. 
70 the security chief stood at unyielding attention, his imperial Klingon sash accentuating his massive chest and his eyes glowering under his coarse rippled brow. He looked like the very instrument of justice, a god of vengeance. Deanna was glad to have such an exceptional partner in this lonely duty
Worf was not a creature given to sympathy, but the distraught condition of human female Shana Russel softened his manner somewhat. 
Worf clenched his jaw, pounded his fist on the bar, and stormed out the door. His torso twisted in anger and frustration, and he growled, I have enough to confront him! Only by running did Deanna manage to catch up with him. She convinces him to build more of a case. 
Worf, who had never subscribed to the human custom of lavishing praise for praise’s sake, called after Deanna – I welcome your assistance!
The Betazoid stopped and turned with a smile. For the first time since the incident with her unborn baby, she found herself liking Worf
76 all Klingon and Kreel delegations had to arrive at different times but be received in exactly the same fashion for opening ceremonies at Kayran Rock. Apparently, bad blood still existed between the two races, and the Fed wasn’t taking any chances. 
Worf to Ensign Crusher – When your duties allow, I would like to see you in my command post.
Worf’s small command post, just off the bridge, which Worf occasionally commandeered for his personal use. When he was on the bridge or off duty a subordinate still manned the post. In this cozy bunker the Klingon had a full complement of viewscreens for simultaneous visual contact with the shuttle bays, cargo bays, transporter rooms, engineering and the bridge. Plus he had his own communications and ops panels, which could be converted at a single command into any subsystem available on the Enterprise. Cramped confines. Near the theatre. [is the bite room from emissary?]
The computer screen bounced earthy colors off the oils of his dark skin
Swivel chair.
Worf shaking his massive head. Worf leaning forward and flexing his brow to form a bony hood over his black eyes. 
Worf – I have some undercover work for you.
Emil Costa used to tutor Wesley in microbiology
Worf ground his teeth together for a moment before replying. 
78 Klingon saying – A terrible secret cannot be kept.
Worf’s arrogance has every Science department in an uproar
Rapsalak, common Betazoid expletive
90 Worf groaned as he crashed back into his chair and tried to message his eyeballs back into his head. Worf knew they were dangerously close to looking like fools. But he didn’t care. To err on the side of zealousness in a just cause was acceptable. Sloth, or anything less than supreme effort was never acceptable. 
Worf was prowling through the crowd, his bony forehead sticking out like a shark’s fin over the top of the other heads
As far as Ensign Crusher was concerned, surveillance of Emil Costa was his job, and he wasn’t about to let Worf down.
Worf was not the type to second-guess himself, but he began to wonder if he had made the right assumptions, gone to the right sources and otherwise conducted this investigation in the most expedient way possible. His superior should not have had to make a shipwide appeal for assistance. 
Like most Klingons Worf was a great believer in the power of subterfuge and the inevitability of loose tongues.
Shana Russel’s eyes were a lively shade of blue but were a bit too helpless for Worf’s taste. Yes, he answered, with only a hint of politeness.
99 Data suggests delaying the Klingon arrival at Kayran Rock by asking them to rendezvous with the Manchester. Picard remembered how ill mannered the Kreel could be. Like their archenemy the Klingons, they hadn’t been civilized for very long. Some would say they still weren’t. 
Worf bowed his head and murmured - I have failed.
Picard momentarily gripped the Klingon’s brawny forearm – Nonsense.
110 Worf gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. He was getting careless. Worf couldn’t remember the last time he had slept, but he wasn’t using that as an excuse. He vowed to himself to be sharper, do better. Worf wondered if, psychologically, he was cut out for the plodding cerebral work of a detective. He wanted action! He wanted to wrap his hands around the killer’s neck, not glare at a computer screen. 
Shana Russel throws herself at Worf. Worf- I cannot become involved at this time.
Worf – when this is all over, I plan to sleep for at least two shifts.
Worf gazed at Deanna with dark eyes hooded by bony protuberances – Betazoids are not pacifists. In fact, you take extreme pride in your love of emotions
Deanna hurried from the command room, she could not bear to look at the expression of defeat on the proud Klingon’s face.
122 Kreel gangly bodies, muscular upper torsos, spindly misshapen legs. Reddish skin, few clothes. The Kreel shuffled menacingly with a slight side-to-side rocking motion. 
Admiral Ulree, Kwalrak, female First assistant to Admiral Ulree of the Kreel Empire. Ambassador Mayra. Colonel Efrek. Orderlies Akree and Efrek
Kreel uproarious joke Klingons busy cleaning the latrines
At the transporter O’Brien beams Wesley intra ship when he mentioned being on assignment for Worf. O’Brien’s sense of duty overwhelmed his fear of a dressing down and he resolved to contact Worf. The boy had dropped his name so let the Klingon deal with him. 
135 Worf went to the cleanrooms on deck 31, after the cryptic message from the transporter operator O’Brien. Wesley had direct beamed in life and death matter
Why in Khitomer was Wesley Crusher direct-beaming to the pod room?
To Worf, Ensign Crusher was inexperienced, naïve, and sometimes overconfident, but he was never frivolous.
Worf not cleared for pod room. Worf bristled for a moment, then growled, Security override, level one.
Worf didn’t know why, but the hackles on his back were rising in alert. He was a split second too slow and was struck by a phaser beam. He suppressed a howl. The wound was low, on his thigh, and the charge didn’t reach all the way to his brain. Worf collapsed and tried to roll away, but most of his coordination was gone. A second beam struck him in the shoulder, his head exploded in a single blast of pain before everything went blank
144 Worf regains consciousness 15 – 20 minutes later, to investigate Karn Milu, killed by phaser on full stun. 
Worf banged on his communicator badge – Security alert! Capture Dr. Emil Costa immediately. Use all precautions, he is armed with a phaser and should be considered dangerous! Repeat, capture Emil Costa and use extreme caution!
An error on Worf’s part to send message – Costa hears it and takes shuttlecraft hostage
Kreel vessel Tolumu. Colonel Jarayn – We should have known anyone allies themselves with Klingons. 
Worf – They can’t be trusted.
168 Worf thought it best not to join Picard when he is with the Kreel.
Worf’s voice betrayed none of the irony of dealing with an ancestral enemy who had no idea he was Klingon
171 Worf ushered the wizened scientist into one of the comfortably appointed cells. 
The frustration at not having prevented Karn Milu’s death grated upon the Klingon. Worf was not forgetting that his own death could have been a third murder
In reality Worf would have preferred to try Emil for his rampage aboard the shuttlecraft, because there had been so many witnesses. But he had committed himself to prosecuting the scientist for the murder of Karn Milu, and he was damned if he was going to back down on his word to a Kreel.
Worf restricts Wesley to quarters, as a material witness. Grateful for your help, even if you didn’t heed my warning not to endanger yourself.
Security team to containment unit one. Emil Costa will be guarded by security teams rotating in two-hour shifts. A whole security team, four men.
If Picard had listened to his security chief the episode in the shuttlecraft would never have happened
Everyone has been so interested in finding out the real story that the Kreel and the Klingons have forgotten to argue! Admiral Ulree had dominated the dinner conversation, even the Klingon representative had listened intently. 
183 Kwalrak – We Kreel still think we’re at war with the Klingons, or somebody.
Riker – Old habits. Believe me, we know how easy it is to be at war with the Klingons.
His thick brow hooding his eyes
Dr. Crusher angry at Worf using Wes – Lt., Wes is not a part of your security detail.
Worf stroked his goatee thoughtfully before replying
Worf promised – Whatever I must do, I will do. I am determined to achieve justice.
Beverly couldn’t remember when she had seen a more determined look on his rough-hewn face.
201 Worf is not taking any chances with Emil Costa, high security quarters, only beam him cell-to-cell
Data is to defend Costa, Worf prosecute. 
Worf’s eyes narrowed and his lips pulled back slightly, but he managed to smile. Maybe I should let you acquit him. I know what the Kreel do to their prisoners.
Wesley is a full ensign now, and his mother will just have to accept Worf ordering him to dangerous and unpleasant duty
Worf appeared mildly surprised to see Troi, but his face soon returned to a portrait of grim determination, he tugged at his sash. His anger softened and he granted himself a smile. 
The new prosecutor felt almost light-headed from all the details swirling around in his massive cranium. With Data, Worf didn’t have to worry about being tricked by a smooth-tongued orator. Thinking about the once-revered scientist brought a surprising twinge of pity, which Worf fought down. 
All the cells in the containment unit were again empty, that was how Worf liked it.
213 Worf here, answered the Klingon, trying to keep the sleep out of his voice. Worf, on Kayran Rock Starbase, calls Riker to go see Troi, while security team on the way. A contingent of four security men noisily rounded the corner. They snapped to attention upon seeing Riker. 
They must have had the replicators working overtime, thought Worf, to make the court-room. 
Worf was always early, and earlier than usual this morning
There were more efficient instruments for storing notes than a tricorder, but Worf felt comfortable with the familiar hand-held device.
Worf would have liked to avoid looking at Admiral Ulree, but he had no choice because the Kreel was staring directly at him.
Ulree bellowed – What is this doing here? I was told these were to be civilized proceedings!
Judge Watanabe was small but she looked as if she was going to throttle the gangly humanoid.
Ulree – This trial will be a mockery with him trying it!
Worf was grinding his teeth furiously but he said nothing. Any outburst, he knew, would jeopardize his standing with the court. He did, however, glare at the rude admiral. 
Watanabe – Ulree will be replaced with a Kreel who has some inkling of propriety and decorum
Ulree snarled – Someone who can stomach Klingons?
Now Worf didn’t want to look away, he was enjoying it too much.
Worf saw no reason to be verbose in his opening statement to the court. He rose to his considerable height and looked Judge Watanabe in the eyes, she stared back intently. Worf flexed his big shoulders and folded his arms, making it perfectly clear what he thought about such activities.
240 Geordi would like to see the trial, with Worf and Data pitted against one another
Worf shook his head, thinking this would be another night without sleep. He didn’t know exactly why, but he was going to heed the old man’s admonition and keep looking. 
Worf was in his quarters on the asteroid, quarters that were entirely too plush for his liking, with lots of blond wood and cheerful colors. Worf bolted upright in his chair, his nostrils flaring at a maddening notion. He slammed his fist on the table, sending a crack down the center of its exotic blond veneer.
Worf suggests he and Data could pull rank and go ahead of others in transporter line.
Beverly stepped aside and let the Klingon bull his way past
Worf snarled low in his throat, and the hair on the back of his neck tingled with anger.
Worf knelt beside Deanna’s bed – I’m sorry I put you in danger.
Worf orders security team in sickbay on around-the-clock status. No one to see Counselor Troi without the permission of Dr. Crusher.
Worf snarled- I was deceiving myself
Worf snarled – Niceness had nothing to do with it
Do’Ha’! he cursed
Head uncharacteristically bowed, the Klingon headed toward the door. 
That was what irked Worf the most, he had dutifully followed the trail of bread crumbs laid out for him while missing the feast. While he had been playing courtroom on Kayran Rock, Deanna Troi had been doing his job, ferreting out the murderer. At the one instance when he had truly been needed, to protect his crew mate and the evidence, he had been off strutting and making speeches.
Worf grunted angrily as he rounded a bulkhead and headed for the turbolift. Where was he going? He didn’t even know. Deck five, spit the Klingon. 
The two officers of the security team promptly sprang to attention upon seeing the security chief
260 Worf prided himself on his memory
the Klingon thought briefly about poking his head into the bridge, but he didn’t want to face a blizzard of questions concerning Deanna Troi’s status.
Worf went to his food slot in his command room to get a glass of water
Shana Russel – Elevate your hands
Worf did as he was told, knowing the intruder was in possession of a phaser and was not adverse to using it. she had stunned him before, in Microcontamination pod. Worf did exactly as he was told. He had dealt with dangerous and unpredictable creatures from all over the galaxy, but few of them seemed as cold-heartedly ruthless as Shana Russel.
As a Klingon orphaned by the ravages of war, he understood the powerful force of revenge, and he also knew the toll it could claim
Even with her injuries, Shana fought the Klingon for control of the phaser. He made the fight brief, punching her in the face and knocking her unconscious.
Worf wasn’t so weak that he couldn’t out-muscle the good doctor, but her tone of voice told him he shouldn’t try.
Fresh faced Ens. Cavay, member of security contingent in sickbay
Worf tried to release the tenseness form his shoulders and accept the bed underneath him.
He bared his teeth in triumph as he whispered – This time, it’s certain
Picard – As for the job you did, well done.
Transfigurations
Worf with Geordi at 10 Forward bar discussing Christi Henshaw, woman Geordi interested in.
Worf is in favor of staring at object of affection
You must let her see the fire in your eyes.
Words come later, it is the scent that first speaks of love.
I have much to teach you about women! Worf to Geordi
Worf with Geordi and Data at table in 10 Forward, drinking while they talk shop
Less talk! More synthehol! We came here to relax!
Worf to Data after Geordi picks up Christi Henshaw - I've been tutoring him. He learns very quickly.
Worf goes after John Doe with phaser when he steals a shuttle.
"I have no wish to harm you, but you must return to sickbay immediately.
John Doe spasms and knocks Worf off shuttlebay catwalk.
Crusher pronounces his neck is broken, no life signs. Code 7. 
John Doe does the hands on thing and Worf restored - no trace of injury
Back on duty at aft rail.
John Doe more responsible for Geordi's success with women than Worf
Worf provides Riker with a tactical appraisal of the Zalkonian ship
Zalkonians have power of the Force!! To cause all Enterprise personnel to be unable to breath
Worf recovers slower than others
The Best of Both Worlds
Worf, Riker, Data, Geordi beam to Borg destroyed New Providence Colony, Jouret IV. Poker night, 1700 hours, Riker’s quarters. Wesley, no Worf. 
Worf comes down from aft rail and attacks Borg when they beam onto bridge, thrown back and knocked unconscious for a moment while Picard is beamed away
Borg are on course for Sector 001 – the Terran system
Worf with Shelby, Data, Dr. Crusher on away team to rescue Picard
Phasers have been retuned
Worf locates Picard’s communicator. Goes forward to get altered Picard, thrown back by forcefield. On bridge Worf says emotionally He is a Borg.
The Klingons are sending warships to Wolf 359. 
The Borg have neither honor nor courage. That is our greatest advantage
Worf is just the man Geordi needs to help with aft shields generator going on and off line.
The fight at Wolf 359 does not go well, the forces attempt to withdraw and regroup
Riker says everyone respects Worf’s service to Enterprise, but right now Riker needs his experience at Tactical, so Shelby is First Officer. Worf and Data exchange looks.
Worf stands at briefing with Adm. Hanson, and at meeting with Riker and senior officers
Riker has a special mission for Data and Worf – launch in shuttle to beam to Borg ship after penetrating shields. Grab Locutus. Retreat in shuttle, beamed back to Enterprise. 
Worf stands guard over Locutus in sickbay. Locutus examines him. ‘Worf, Klingon species, a warrior race. You too will be assimilated.’
The Empire will never yield. I like my species the way it is.
Worf over with Shelby to make sure Borg are asleep
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