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no Klingon content Family Worf reports to Riker on repairs. Riker – Well, you’re just too damned efficient, Lt. Worf – thank you, sir Riker – by the way, I’m looking forward to meeting your parents. Worf all wide eyed startled – Sir? They’re on the visitor’s list. It is inappropriate for a Klingon to receive family while on duty. As humans, my parents do not understand. Riker – if you don’t want to see your parents, that’s your business. But we don’t get back to earth that often. No, sir. Worf doesn’t want more off duty time while they’re here. Riker supposes – If you’re worried that they might learn what happened on the Klingon planet – Worf – not at all. I have already informed them by correspondence of my discommendation. I do not believe any human can truly believe my dishonor. Worf comes into O’Brien’s transporter room, impatient. They still have not signaled. My mother is never on time. It is so human of her. I am not looking forward to this. I wish they would come, so it would begin and end sooner. Earth Station Bobrusk. Two to transport aboard Mother kisses Worf, Father shakes hands, You look good, son. You’ve put on a little weight, uh? Still working out with those holodeck monsters I bet. Sergey, always glad to meet another chief Petty Officer like O’Brien. Formerly of USS Intrepid – excelsior class. Warp Field Specialist. Don’t call me sir, I used to work for a living. He’s joking. The proudest moment of his life was when Worf earned his commission. Can you imagine an old enlisted man like me raising a boy to be an officer. Your father has been so looking forward to this. He wants to see the whole ship. At home he was all the specs and diagrams of the galaxy-class starship. Helena reminds Sergey that they agreed not to embarrass Worf, and besides, they have come to see Worf, not the ship. Helena mentions Worf’s hair is longer. Sergey telling Geordi – So we walk into the school, we didn’t know what to expect – is Worf hurt, is he in some kind of trouble? The door opens, and there is our little 7 year old, sitting on a chair, glaring across the room at five teenaged boys all with bloody noses. And then the Principle looked up and said Please, tell me he’s an only child. Geordi calls Sergey Chief. Sergey wants to ask him about Worf. Helena suggests Worf show her the arboretum At bar in 10 Forward Worf wishes Rozenkos would be a little more reserved, they are just excited to be here. He leaves them in Guinan’s care. Helena can’t leave they worry alone. Guinan asks why Rozenkos never gave him any prune juice. Sergey says he never wanted any human food while he was growing up. Everything had to be Klingon. Helena learned to make rokeg blood pie, but they never quite learned how to eat it. Worf was a difficult adolescence. But they feel they didn’t do anything special. They knew it wouldn’t be easy for Worf, growing up without other Klingons to turn to for guidance. They had to let his discover and explore his heritage by himself, let him find his own path. Helena aware Worf feels they do not understand him. But Guinan has seen him look at the stars, toward home, not toward the Klingon empire, but to earth. Worf’s quarters – brightly lit. sparsely furnished first room – black iron globe sculpture ?chair. leather couch in second room. Worf checking his hair length in the round mirror while perched on globe sculpture thingy. Worf is glad they came. They had to come – our boy was in trouble. After we read your letter about the discommendation from the Klingons we didn’t exactly understand it, we didn’t have to. We know what kind of man you are. What ever you did we know it was for a good reason. I must bear my dishonor alone Helena & Sergey – I’m sorry if this is too human of us, whatever you are suffering you must remember we are with you. And that we’re proud of you. And that we love you. You’re our son. Clasp hands, music rises Leaving - Helena – is there anything you want us to send you from home? Worf, looks around to see no one else is around, leans close to Helena – perhaps some for your rokeg blood pie. Helena – mmm, it’s been a while, but I think I still remember how Worf introduces his parents to Picard Dark Mirror by Diane Duane 38 Riker orders Worf to get a team down there on the double, Worf touched his console, spoke a few words, and went out of the bridge at a run. Worf met his team coming out of the lift on deck 10. The best of the shift, little slim Ryder, dark Mirish, and tall blue Detaith, his pick for a situation in which there might be physical trouble. All of them looked unlikely to stop it, and all of them most spectacularly were. Lt. Mann at the bridge security console. Ryder and Worf at point. Mirish behind, in brace, Detaith, hold the door. Worf was pleased, a security action in which the team did not have to stretch itself unduly was an efficient one, which the captain would approve. Worf was astonished when the crewman actually spat at him – Slave, I don’t have to answer to you! Worf’s eyes narrowed, for slave was not a word one used on a Klingon and lived. I wish he had put up a struggle, he was rude. Picard – So I heard 58 As far as Worf can make out, and LaForge agrees with his assessment, it is a kind of transporter relay station Picard – These are not nice people, Mr. Worf. Worf – No, sir. They seem entirely too fond of stealth for my tastes. Honor is apparently quite foreign to them. 69 Worf – Klingon shipbuilding technology, for quite some time, concentrated on weapons capacity rather than sensor sensitivity, since it was considered that the function of a warship was to pursue and destroy, rather than lie quiet and spy. 73 Worf – If our ship’s original person were willing to be sent to the alternate, the honor he would accrue would be considerable. 80 Since bringing the extra Stewart to sickbay, Worf had clearly been looking for something to shoot, damage, or otherwise work out his concern on. Riker knew this mood in him of old and hand some practice in dealing with it before it got out of hand. Worf was sitting behind his desk, looking distressed. Worf was rerunning a display of the seizure of Stewart. I am not sure we acted with maximum efficiency. Riker laughed out loud – You’re just upset about this new threat to the ship. A big threat, and you can’t do anything about it. Worf- It is a considerable danger. I desire to anticipate Riker – you don’t have enough data. Leave it be. I want you to come see a riot. Worf looked up at Riker quizzically – On board this ship? What is this about, Worf said, sounding suspicious. Riker – Another installment of our opera studies. Riker had been so fascinated that Klingons had opera at all that Worf had some time ago begun broadening his experience of it, tutoring Riker through the contextual barbed-wire tangles of the Old School classics such as The Warrior’s Revenge and Tl-Hahkh’s Way, as well as the more modern, outre, and accessible works such as X and Y. in return, Riker had started introducing Worf to some of the older Terran works (though he had been slightly startled to find that Worf considered such works as Pique Dame and Der fliegende Hollander '‘easy listening'’ and had lately been finding profound meaning in the Viennese operettas, which Riker had always found more provocative of high blood sugar than anything else. The Merry Widow. Traviata. It was the sound of many voices crying for someone’s blood. Worf looked at Riker with a bemused expression. Riker grinned at him. Riker suspected Worf’s eyes were adjusting faster to the darkness. Riker – I told you we ought to discuss violence in opera. This seemed like a good time. The Great House at tl’Gekh. There are occasional duels, but they take place outside. These days no one would dream of disturbing the performance so. Worf looked down at the stage with delight. The audience is brawling. The Klingon was twitching slightly in sympathy as blows went home, looking down at the huge fracas with cheerful approval – These people are true warriors, and this is great art. Worf was whispering the words of the aria along with the great Irish-Czech soprano Mawrdew Czcgowcz, lost in the moment. Worf turned to Riker at the giaoure passage, on the high B flat – She is in great pain! Worf applauded wildly, grinning over at Riker. They reviewed all the best ones – first that evening at the Paris Opera in 1960 when the fighting started in the middle of Parsifal. The great Metropolitan Opera Riot of 2002, when the holographic effects malfunctioned in the middle of a new production of The Ring. Then the cloned-Bernstein revival of West Side Story on Alphacent in 2238, composer’s clone, insane from unnoticed single-bit DNA errors started firing a phaser into the audience in his outrage at having been revived. I think I can do better than that, Worf said, and began instructing the computer to retrieve the hard-video storage of the 228844 production of X and Y, in which the soprano had declared her family in a blood feud with the tenor’s due to a salary dispute and had killed k’Kharis onstage, before his aria was finished (etiquette usually mandated letting the performance end first). There were three days of street fighting and the government feel. and then Worf was looking at his counterpart with an expression of which Riker could make nothing Not the usual uniform, Worf managed to sound both disturbed and impressed at Mirror Deanna’s tiny harness top, skirt and boots. 131 Worf held phasers that had been cosmetically modified to resemble the standard-issue, wicked looking phasers of the other ship. Worf to Picard – I took the measurements from your grip template in the armory files. Picard with some surprise – You anticipated this. Worf – It seemed an eventuality for which one should be prepared. Captain, be careful. 151 Judging alien expression, even in a species as humanoid as the Klingons, could be a business full of pitfalls. 168 Worf, Riker’s friend, fellow officer and professional whom he might have consulted when troubled. Occasionally Worf’s viewpoint was a little too alien to be of use in a given matter. 245 Worf, caught in the spirit of the moment, grinned back, showing teeth the Sagittarius Arm, the arm in which Earth and the Federation and the Klingon and the Romulan empires and all other known species lay Ensign Redpath New evasive routines Riker and the tactical team have prepared 332 imagine a universe in which neither the Fed or the Klingons exist, and the Romulans have become dominant. Think what the Romulans in our universe might bring home from a visit to such a place Posted on all private terminals: Invite you to a night at the opera Come as you are Twenty hundred hours Black tie optional Main holodeck two another resurgence of anti-Masonic feeling. The audience was having scattered fistfights already I could not get the tie done, Worf said, frowning, to Riker. This business of ceremonial ligature is very strange. Riker – What have you got here? It’s going to take phasers to get this thing loose Worf – I could not stop tying it. It just seemed to want to keep on going. Picard – I’ve been thinking about that other Worf, all alone on that ship, probably the only decent one there. Or what we would call decent. I wonder, will what happened really make a difference to him? Can it? ALTernate Universe Brothers Worf struck behind forcefield tries to shoot at Data – No, no, that’s too close Down to planet with Riker and Geordi to find Data, carries deactivated Data. Suddenly Human Worf escorts Jona to quarters Why are you here, Klingon? Did they capture you too? They are not my captors, they are my comrades Why do you take orders from a female? Dr. Crusher is my superior officer Talarian females inferior Jono recognizes Picard’s ritual d’k’tagh, on his plexiglass desk in his personal quarters. Worf asks if it worth it – to go to war over a child? Jono stabs Picard with the ritual d’k tagh, but no vital organs Worf has Jono in security Talarian space lies adjacent to Fed, opposite Klingon and Romulan territory Reunion by Michael Jan Friedman P7 Klingon raised Idun Asmund, first officer of Charleston for 6 years, has desk of s'naiah-wood, savage iconography carved into it. 20 years ago incident on Stargazer. It haunted her, kept her from advancing as quickly as she should have. Brusque, icy manner. Captain Mansfield sensed a good officer. When one had been raised by Klingons, one didn't take jokes about duty lightly. P12 Worf excited at arrival of starship Excalibur, handles communications P20 Captain Morgen, a Daa'Vit. Fearsome looking by human standards, wide deep-set fiery yellow eyes, green tinted skin, protruding collar and hip bones. Planet Daa'V, Daa'Vit Confederacy one of the Federation’s most powerful allies. Enemies of the Klingons for more than 300 years. Shortly after the federation allied itself with the Empire, it entered into a similar arrangement with the Daa'Vit Confederacy. The Empire felt it had been wed to the Confederacy without its consent. Tempers ran high among the Klingons. In the end the Romulan threat induced the Empire to keep its ally. And to tolerate its ally's ally. Since then no Klingon has attacked a Daa'Vit or vice versa, but no Klingon individual has met face to face with a Daa'Vit in that time, until Worf meets Morgen on the Enterprise. Licked each others blood from our fingers. Geordi La Forge ignorant of this history. Worf concerned Morgen's instincts might take over. They are a barbaric race. If the Daa'Vit were barbaric by Klingon standards - Geordi gets worried P35 Commander Idun Asmund, First Officer of the Charleston. Top security clearance. As 5 year olds, Idun and Gerda, twins, only survivors of Fed colony disaster on planet Alpha Zion. Klingons intercepted colony's distress calls and reached it before Starfleet could. No doubt hoping there would be Fed technology worth raiding. Normally it would have been unthinkable for a Klingon to take pity on a human. But after what the Asmund twins had gone though, obvious they were made of sterner stuff then most homo sapiens. Their courage was something Klingons could not ignore. Captain of Klingon vessel took them aboard his ship. Brought them back to his sister and her husband, who were childless, giving them option of keeping them or disposing of them as they saw fit. Kept them and raised them as Klingons. All this in Idun Asmund's Starfleet file. P41 Idun exercises with program involving Klingon-made razor-sharp, intricate workmanship handles savagely carved, made of wood. Klingon Ceremonial knives, Worf recognizes the familiar serration pattern, Kurn showed Worf a pair just like them. Worf previously unaware that Commander Asmund raised in the Klingon Empire. P50 Geordi comes upon Asmund unawares in 10 Forward, and finds himself draped backward over her knee, her savagely clawed fingers mere inches from his face. Deadly hostility in her eyes. P50 Qos = sorry P54 Worf has proven , in the past, to be an excellent tour guide, and is assigned to show the former officers of the Stargazer around. Commander Cadwallader says his tour of the communications system was nothing short of breathtaking. Worf tries to avoid looking at Daa'Vit Morgen while showing the holodeck. P59 Worf could feel the instinctive reaction rising within him. It took an effort to stifle it - to keep it from being obvious. Worf inwardly writhes under the Daa'Vit's scrutiny. P74 Worf does not often entertain guests in his quarters. His preference for solitude is well known to all the crew. Surrounded by humans and other races for most of the day, after hours he needs time to just be himself, to be Klingon. Riker, Geordi or even Wesley all occasional visitors. Morgen the last person on the entire ship he expected to visit him. Worf instinctively recoiled, forces himself to relax. The Daa'Vit's eyes never leave Worf's as he enters and sits, opposite ends of room. Morgen - You Klingons have a way with words. From your lips, even a polite remark sounds like a challenge. Worf - Perhaps it is the way you hear it Morgen - how easy it is to get into a war of words, especially when every part of me is repelled by you. Hateful of you. Instinctively Worf prepared himself for an assault - visually searching the Daa'Vit for concealed weapons, looking for a way his posture made him vulnerable. Morgen - As Starfleet officers, they have both sworn to stand side by side, not rend each other like beasts. He has learned from humans that any prejudice may be put aside. Worf knows how hard it was for the Daa'Vit to express such sentiments. It gained Morgen a measure of respect in his eyes. He has not found the same true as far as he is concerned Lt. Worf asks for permission to speak frankly to Captain Morgen Worf - once he was asked to save a Romulan's life through an act of brotherhood and found he could not. Would probably not have saved a Daa'Vit, either. Morgen appreciates honesty. They are both warriors. Surely there is a common ground on which they may meet. Worf fights instincts to get out - I would like that. Worf has created some holo programs. It would be a novelty for a Daa'Vit and a Klingon to fight side by side instead of each other. Worf smiles at the idea - ludicrous. A challenge that could only bring honor to all involved. Morgen inclines his head to signify respect, a gesture that must not have been easy for him. Worf has much to think about. P81 Worf's food comes in for attention at banquet. He has a preference for Klingon preparations and seldom gets them, except on special occasions, such as this. Worf's blood pie seems to be writhing. Blood pie is quiet nutritious, good for you. Asmund considers stewed gagh better than blood pie. Riker found gagh quite filling, he grimaces a little at the memory Worf found chicken to be an acquired taste Morgen has forgiven and forgotten Gerda Asmund's attempt on his life, but Idun has not forgotten it. P88 Worf's Calisthenics holodeck program, two levels of difficulty, set in a ruined temple, not distinctly Klingon or anything else, just so barbaric looking that only a Klingon could have invented them. Sky color of molten lava, ground dead gray color, pocked with steaming, smoking holes. God-statues still on heights and fallen among the ruins. Savage, shrill carrion-eating bird cries. Long snake-like things hiss among stones. Library computer provides Morgen with a very authentic Daa'Vit ka'yun weapon. Worf chooses a laks'mar, a long staff with a vicious hook at one end and a metal ball at the other. Morgen, the Daa'Vit are familiar with this Klingon weapon. Geordi and spread the new to O'Brien that Klingons and Daa'Vit didn’t get along, and that Worf expected it to come to blows Walking into the program Worf feels his instincts coming to the fore, the fire in his blood awakening. At the first sign of movement, his impulse is to attack it, to draw it out. A powerful furred being leaps down at him. Worf buries his hook deep in enemy shoulder. Worf smashes the other end into enemy face. Morgen deals with horned and hairless white giant models after the Kup'lceti of Alpha Malachon IV no problem. Next opponent black-and-yellow hide. Worf grabbles the beings mace on his staff. His pulse pounds in his ears, feeding the fires inside him. Worf hits the creature with the metal ball end. A cry of victory bursts from Worf. Worf and Morgen look across at each other, fighting the instinct to teat each other to pieces, measuring passion against intellect. The battle fury subsided, the moment passed. Morgen compliments Worf's excellent program. Skullface, a relic of a past program. A Leathery-skinned Bandalik crawls toward him. Worf admits the program malfunction may be too fierce for him. The Klingon’s lips pulled back in fury. Worf almost killed by Skullface with ax. P99 Crusher puts a dermaplast patch on Worf's back. Crusher may underestimate Klingon constitution, tougher than she may realize. Crusher says Worf should know she underestimates nothing, having been treating him for year. She knows a few things about Klingon biology. No one leaves sickbay until Crusher says so. P105 Gerda Asmund was found guilty of trying to murder Morgen, 20 years ago on the Stargazer. She spent 11 years in rehab on Anjelica Seven. Shortly after release she died on a freighter, though her body was never recovered. Idun helm, Gerda navigation on Stargazer, Picard could barely tell them apart. Troi finds Idun has the sort of ambiguities one might expect from a human raised by Klingons, extremely disciplined prevents Troi from reading her emotions. P110 what Picard needs now is Worf's mind, his training in protecting the ship and it's people from calculated harm. P111 Klingon escape ship involved in previous attempt on Morgen. P117 Idun Asmund likes prune juice, too. Troi senses conflicts and uncertainties from her, the strain of maintaining a façade of humanity when her natural tendency was to be Klingon. Troi thinks of Idun as a mirror image of Worf. One trying to reconcile his Klingon heritage with human upbringing, the other trying to balance Klingon upbringing with human heritage. Idun has tried to deal with her problems before, with Picard and Captain Mansfield of Charleston. Idun has not forgiven herself for her association with Gerda. Deanna knows a little about Klingon tradition, mostly from her association with Lt. Worf. P119 The ancient Klingons had a law that if a person was not available to be tried for their crimes, any siblings might be held accountable instead. In human terms Idun had obligation to watch out for Gerda, in Klingon terms it was a 'Iw mir - a blood-bond. The implication of the 'Iw mir is that Idun is guilty of her sister's crime. The human part of Idun doesn't see it that way, but reunion with former Stargazer crewmates has awakened her Klingon sense of responsibility. She will punish herself for Gerda's crime. From a Klingon point of view, it is her responsibility to bear this guilt. Asmund's wall of self-discipline, born of hiding herself from herself. Troi can't tell if Asmund is guilty of anything, or not. P123 Picard feels the Klingon’s presence at the Tactical station, like an anchor in a sea of uncertainty. P144 Professor Phigus Simenon, a Gnalish, stands next to Worf at Tactical, scrutinizing the efficiency with which the Klingon did his job. P152 Worf is investigating the attempt on Morgen with a phaser in a corridor. Blocks of the area to keep what happened from becoming common knowledge. P156 one of the few people who can override Worf’s order is the Captain. Burke and Resnick, security personnel. Worf reports to Picard on the assault, has phaser used, was stolen from the security section, found in refuse bin 20 meters away. Assassin too much in a hurry to decompose it. Loyosha, the officer on duty in security, was drugged, something in his food rendered him unconscious. Passed out in his dinner. Food being tested now. Food service unit outside Security secured for testing as well. Worf insists on taking full responsibility for the food service unit being tampered with. Picard waves this away, he feels Worf has more important things to do than waste time on self-recrimination. P179 Worf's findings on the attack - Security analyzed the meal eaten by security guard Loyosha, the food service unit near Security was programmed to include narcotic that induces sleep in three of Loyosha's favorite dishes. The unit shows no signs of tampering, reprogrammed from another location. The assassin has an impressive grasp of technology. Worf personally traced the whereabouts of each visitor at the time of the blackout, based on their communicators, but its easy to remove your communicator. P204 Worf estimates it takes him four minutes from the time he heard the request for help until he reached the turbolift on deck 33. Worf comes across stabbed Captain Ben Zoma, of the Lexington, he has seen the type of knife wound most definitely before, from a Klingon ceremonial knife. Worf removes his honor sash and uses the top of his uniform to bind Zoma's wound. Worf sees two civilian women, he doesn't know their names, but he knows they're from the science sections. P207 a trio of security personnel, Burke in charge, stands silently outside Idun Asmund's quarters until Worf and Picard arrive. Worf objects to Picard going in, Picard insists. Worf and Idun are practiced in the use of Klingon ceremonial knives. Klingons imprisoned by their enemies often chose suicide as an honorable alternative to captivity, carry poisons to accomplish this. It was a terrible thing to see one who had been Klingon-bred fighting to maintain her dignity. P225 Worf, as chief of security, goes to check on prisoner Asmund. Worf is also curious about this female, she had been raised on the Klingon homeworld. She had been exposed early to the customs and traditions he had missed - until he sought them out as a teenager. Asmund, as a strange mix of human and Klingon, makes Worf uncomfortable. While she was a suspect, Worf could not afford his vision to be clouded with emotion - respect or friendship or admiration. Encumbrance in the discharge of his duty. Now she was a deadly adversary. Perhaps her Klingon upbringing had something to do with violent crimes she committed. Fear deep inside Worf, since the day he arrived at the Academy, that the Klingon in him would rise up at the wrong moment, with grisly results, like a superior would confront him in the heat of an armed conflict or a crewmate surprise him in the gym. Worf gradually found that his fear was unfounded he is able to subdue his instincts, dysfunctional as they sometimes were in the context of accepted Starfleet behavior. anxiety driven into dark corner of his psyche. Klingon expression - there but for fortune go I To what extent was it the fire in Asmund's blood that made her act? Worf ordered two guards outside brig, as well as forcefield P227 The knife was not made of shrogh or some other distinctly Klingon material. Her eyes were hooded, her chin held high, a very Klingon posture. Asmund's mouth twisted up at the corners, Worf read the scorn in the gesture, calculated to sting his Klingon pride. He knew she was taunting him Suddenly there was a touch of weakness in her, a sense of vulnerability no true Klingon would have permitted themselves. Something shifted uncomfortable in Worf's gut - as if he'd eaten too many serpent worms. Would a Klingon have tampered with a holodeck, or opened fire on 3 unarmed and unsuspecting victims or tarnished a ceremonial knife with an enemy's blood to kill someone? She struck her chest suddenly and viciously. I am a Klingon. I would not have dishonored my family with such behavior. Gerda's attempt on Morgen's life was in keeping with the Klingon tradition of assassination. Gerda was not a coward. Idun will never be able to live her misguided actions down. Asmund reminds Worf of the importance of one's name, one's honor. Worf suspects Asmund is making a reference to his discommendation, that Asmund must know about if she maintained any contact at all with the family that raised her. It is hardly a secret in the Empire. I must clear my name, Worf. Asmund drops Worf’s Starfleet title and uses his given name, the significance of that choice was not lost on Worf. Asmund was calling upon him as a Klingon might call on another Klingon - as a warrior might call on another warrior. P232 Maj doch SID ghos nagh = Good things come to those who wait. Tuv nagh = I will be patient P232 Worf comes to Morgen to learn details about Gerda's attempt on his life 20 years ago. Morgen had gone to check shuttle bay console, found crewman McDonnell unconscious, went over to him, Gerda leapt down on him from top of a shuttle. Morgen eluded two blows from long heavy rikajsha stalk - Klingon ironroot. Morgen recognized it. Ironroot grows only on Klingon homeworld. Gerda brought some aboard Stargazer’s botanical garden. Apparently she was planning Morgen's assassination even then. Long skinny garden plant, capable of breaking someone's skull in the right hands. Klingon legend is full of references to the rikajsha being used as a weapon. Worf would allow no such plants in Enterprise botanical gardens. Gerda broke Morgen's arm in two places and cracked a couple of ribs. But he managed to avoid a killing blow until Picard, Ben Zoma and security chief Pug Joseph arrived. Rikajsha violently uprooted from botanical garden tipped them off. P236 the Tagh'rat, the Klingon splinter group’s ship, was awaiting Gerda's signal and transport her off. Gerda tried to take her life after she was apprehended. P241 judging by the expression on Worf’s face, there was a matter of more than routine concern on his mind. Worf's brow lowered, a sign of sincerity, of earnestness, as Picard had learned over the years. The current murderer's approaches weren't worthy of a Klingon - which Idun considers herself to be. None of the attempts fit in with the Klingon tradition of assassination. Even though some Klingons take tradition less seriously than others. Picard had been the intended victim of a dishonorable attempt back on the Klingon homeworld. Not killing Stargazer crewman McDonnell when she could - Gerda chose to avoid unnecessary death. A simple weapon is prescribed by Klingon tradition. Usually a knife is the weapon of choice, but ironroot is not out of the question. She could have gotten a phaser, but chose not to. Assassination one on one. The first blow not a killing blow - giving the intended victim an opportunity to view the face of killer, so they would know whom to curse in the afterlife. P243 Gerda had a ku'thei nodule under her armpit. Idun had warned of a suicide attempt, but the nodule had not been found. Dr. Greyhorse saved Gerda's life. Suicide and all other aspects of attempt in accordance with Klingon custom, all honorable. P249 as one who was raised a Klingon, Asmund hates the idea of sitting in the brig, caged, while the one who arranged her imprisonment runs loose. The very idea consumes her. Worf has done all he could, Idun is grateful. P255 Idun looks cool, composed, but she is seething, just like any Klingon would have seethed, penned in like an animal. As she sat, helpless, blood-justice went unsatisfied. Idun had long ago learned to contain her Klingon-bred tendencies to vent emotion. P260 knowing what she knew about pressure points, it wasn't difficult for Idun to make security guard scream and drop the phaser. P264 Worf grunts, but speaks evenly to report Commander Asmund's escape P269 the Klingon in Worf urged him to face Commander Asmund alone, but the security chief in him recognized the need for backup. P271 Romulan technology has come a long way since their alliance with the Klingons. P278 Dr. Carter Greyhorse and Gerda Asmund an item on Stargazer. Klingon ceremonial knife cruel cold lines, sturdy, well made. Gerda owned knives, just like Idun. P280 Picard could imagine the confusion on Worf’s face, but to his credit, Worf's hesitation lasted only a moment. Greyhorse has shown himself to be a consummate technician, environmental support equipment needs to be secured. P282 the man has soiled her honor - tried to kill her comrades. It was her job to deal with him, no one else's. P283 ku'thei pill leaves no traces, not a substance the transporter's bio-filter programmed to red-flag. P286 Worf limits turbolifts to security use only, Picard almost warns him about Greyhorse using communicator to ,ay down a false trail, but he was sure Worf well aware of that tactic by now. P293 Riker catches on that Greyhorse is using intraship transport before Worf does. Riker sends Worf to find out what transporter room Greyhorse is using and stop him, priority over finding Captain Picard. Worf looks like he'd swallowed something rancid, but he obeyed. Worf allows Stargazer security chief Joseph to come along, he was willing to accept all the experienced help he could get. P297 Dr. Carter Greyhorse killing everybody from Stargazer because Picard stripped his love Gerda of her honor, of her life. Deprived her of her right to suicide. And dishonored Greyhorse by making his the instrument in saving her life. Gerda hated Greyhorse afterward. Klingons not meant to be put in cages, rehab colony, deprives them of everything that makes them Klingon. Being caged in rehab colony changes them. Greyhorse met Gerda after she was released, she rejected him. She’d paid for what she had done and she didn't want to be reminded of it. P302 Worf urges Idun not to kill Greyhorse, "Your name has been cleansed, its over. You have your honor, it is intact. Don't blacken it now. Don't do what Greyhorse was trying to do - strip her of her honor. Idun tosses phaser to Worf. Greyhorse - Gerda had more courage, she would have killed Greyhorse Idun - No, Gerda was too honorable to kill a madman. P313 Klingons are taught how to use size to good advantage at an early age P313 Gerda kept her relationship with Greyhorse secret from her twin sister Worf has put the brig's restrictive barrier on battery power and scanned Dr. Greyhorse's person, so he can't escape or commit suicide. P319 it was painful for Idun to look at the gaunt bloodless, formerly handsome, face of Gilaad Ben Zoma, but, being a true Klingon, she forced herself to do it anyway. P320 the Klingon family the Asmund twins lived with was embroiled in a feud with another clan. They're were threats, then violence, then finally, in the middle of the night, two men brought the Klingon father's older brother Lenoch into the house. The Klingon mother closed the door against the billowing mists. The Klingon father helped lay his sibling on a table in dimly lit foreroom of Klingon house and tore aside Lenoch's dark hued cloak and inspected his wounds. Idun and Gerda peeked into the room unnoticed by the adults. Lenoch had been stabbed over and over again. Lots of blood. Klingon father cursed at the sight. Klingon father dabs his fingers in wound, tastes the wounds of his brother, he suspects them of being poisoned. It was a dishonorable thing to do in the course of an assassination, but then, whoever attacked Lenoch might have been a dishonorable individual. Poison choc'pa was discovered. Klingon mother discovers girls and sends them back to bed in room above. Night was shattered by sound of half a dozen voices bellowing all at once, by that howling they knew that Lenoch was dead. There is an antidote to ku'thei, ku'thei is widely used but hardly the only option. Klingons used a number of untraceable toxins. Antidotes available for many. P323 Greyhorse never treated a Klingon in his life, much of his knowledge of Klingon medicine must have come from Gerda. Greyhorse used choc'pa and Crusher administers antidote. P337 Worf makes a point of not paying excessive attention to long leather wrapped object tucked under one of Morgen's arms, though at the beginning of voyage he would have been more leery of it. This time Morgen sits and Worf sits much closer to him. There is a low s'naiah wood table in Worf’s quarters. Grim elegant curved razor sharp blade, surprisingly light weight, intricately woven leather pommel, Daa'Vit ka'yun, replicated by Morgen as a gift for Worf. Daa'Vit trained to make the weapon from the age of three. Picard authorized bypass of computer security restriction. First time in the history of the universe that a Daa'Vit had ever offered a Klingon such a gift. Worf is honored. The Klingon's forehead ridged over. After Morgen becomes Ruler of Daa'V he'll give Worf a real hand made one. Morgen invites Worf to be part of his escort. A Klingon on Daa'V . . . ? it will not be easy. Remember Me Worf comes to Beverly's call about Dr. Dalen Quaice missing. Worf will order a search, several teams search deck by deck. But why would his things be missing? Standard procedure for Worf to be notified of passenger after Picard approves them. Worf, the big guy who never smiles, the Klingon. Legacy Poker game Worf, Riker, Deanna, Data. Pah! Worf and Deanna are out of the game. Worf - I suspect conspiracy. But far be it for me to accuse my superior officers. Away mission to Tasha Yar's violent home planet Worf to Riker - We can expect a violent response. Perhaps Crusher should wait here until we signal. Lt. Yar spoke of rape gangs to Worf Proximity detectors, Worf has seen them used on Manu III. Warn when enemy approaches. Glowing light and beeping noise. Magnetic chest implants trigger wall mounted noise and lights. Negotiating with street thugs - No promises, no denials. Worf suspicious at the appearance of Tasha's sister Worf upset, but ordered to stay guarding Geordi while Riker goes after Ishara. Tasha was lost on an away team under Riker's command. Tasha's post was at Tactical, where Worf is now. She was especially close to Riker, Worf and Data. Worf to Ishara on her joining Starfleet - On that day, it is we who will be lucky. Worf - Caution is indicated! Spartacus by T.L. Mancour P21 the sweetish odor on the alien ship wasn’t like a Klingon ship P69 Worf requests permission to remain at his post instead of attending diplomatic dinner. Picard would have liked him to be there but until the Vemlans’ intentions could be discerned he would not force the issue. P86 the Vemlan androids are refugees. Numerous treaty constraints, including the Magellan Treaty, the Rigellian Accords, and the Klingon-Federation Pact include specific articles devoted to the treatment of alien refugees. There is quite a bit of legislation about piracy as well as the treatment of refugees in those some treaties. P146 Worf at tactical where he was still diligently tracking the few remaining bugs that had not quite been eradicated from the security system P149 Picard heard Worf begin to growl behind him, and held up his hand, signaling him to be silent. Now was not the time to let Worf respond violently to a casual insult made in the heat of debate. Worf – Of the two, I prefer the androids, sir. They fight from the more honorable position. Picard – There are few truly honorable positions in any battle, Mr. Worf. P167 If Picard had to condemn a ship full of Klingons, would he expect Worf to be happy? P177 Picard – How would you rate the coming battle, Mr. Worf? Your professional opinion, please. His Klingon security officer was at the console behind Picard, checking over the firing relays. Worf began in his low voice – I assessed the strength and attitudes of both sides by using the sensor arrays. The navy ships are true warships, though their design is primitive. Their armaments are primitive but effective. The navy is made up of professional soldiers who expect combat. From what I have been able to learn from the ship to ship transmissions however, their morale is low and they are inexperienced with this type of battle, preferring to attack a weaker planetary opponent from orbit. They will try to swarm the android craft and seal any escape route. To prevail they must capture or destroy the Freedom. The androids will fight fiercely. They know the navy will show them no mercy. Their ship is faster and better armed, but no match weapon for weapon for the navy. The androids follow orders perfectly, however, and have a record of using guile to achieve victory. Their ship is newly repaired and less vulnerable due to their artificial endurance. To win they must simply avoid and escape from the navy. I consider that doubtful, considering the overwhelming firepower of the navy. However, in every conflict there is a certain element of chance. Random factors can play decisive roles in battle. Computer predictions indicate that there will be a very high casualty rate in any case. It will be an interesting battle. He delivered this last line with a wolfish grin. P184 Picard – Stranger things have happened. Who would have thought a hundred years ago that a Klingon would be in charge of security on Starfleet’s most advanced vessel? P200 Worf has a plan to preempt Vemlan attack on Enterprise P207 Contingency Plan Alpha. Riker trusts Worf’s opinion on such matters. Picard considers it an inspired plan - Mr. Worf is growing more diplomatically adept. No doubt he will make an excellent captain himself one day. Riker – Maybe my brief service aboard a Klingon ship made me a little paranoid. But I don’t trust Jared farther than I can throw him. P233 if we thought the Klingons or Romulans were bad, how could we beat a race that came from factories, fully grown, ready to fight? P258 Worf was in the eightieth consecutive hour on duty on the bridge. He was just as awake and alert now as he had been at his tenth, perhaps more. Many of his fellow crewmen had often wondered why he insisted upon regularly practicing archaic Klingon rituals, convinced that there were easier, less dangerous ways to encourage spiritual development. Worf did not deign to comment on their unasked questions; humans did not have a proper appreciation of tradition, in his opinion, and would not understand why he tested himself in the holodeck, the ship’s gymnasium, and upon every planet where he could. The Klingon rituals may have been archaic, brutal, and illogical, but they had survived a few thousand years of development virtually unchanged. They revolved around the principle tenet of the Klingon system of beliefs: That which does not kill us makes us strong. It was not too many years in the past when that maxim had fueled an empire far greater than that which the holographic Spartacus had railed against. No, humans watched him exercise, test, and nearly torture himself, and shook their heads and sighed at the crazy Klingon. Please, Worf added, knowing how the captain was about politeness. The outright lie was an insult to him but it did show a certain elementary guile that he admired. Acknowledged, Worf said, in what he thought was his most innocent tone. Worf quit the channel before Seris could respond, an obvious insult, if the Vemlan had the subtlety to see it. Worf a waited a moment while Picard decided. A Klingon commander would have barked out an order instantly. Of course, he admitted in all fairness, a Klingon captain’s orders were not always the most appropriate ones. There was something to be said for human deliberation. P265 the captain’s plan, thought of by Worf, had ended with the impressive, energy absorbing explosion of felsium. But Worf couldn’t stand not taking further precautions against a surprise attack. Lock on to lead Vemlan navy ship with forward phasers, he instructed the computer, and target the Freedom with rear torpedoes. No activation without the captain’s signal. It was awfully tempting, though. Reunion Worf gets beeping alarm – Klingon attack cruiser decloaking. We are being hailed. Ship comes around nose to nose to Enterprise. K’Ehleyr on screen. Empty bridge behind her. K’Ehleyr – Good to see you again, Captain, Lt. Worf. There is an urgent mater we must discuss, Captain. Picard to Worf – Please receive our guest. Worf is nonplussed. He walks down the ramp – Captain, I must request permission to send another officer. my dishonor among Klingons may offend Ambassador K’Ehleyr. Picard – You are a member of this crew and you will not go into hiding whenever a Klingon vessel uncloaks. Worf – I withdraw my request, sir. Worf goes to transporter room. Worf – Two? K’Ehleyr and little Alexander. K’Ehleyr and Worf leave Alexander in daycare. Alexander waves goodbye to her. K’Ehleyr – I hope he’ll be alright. Alexander hasn’t had much contact with other children. Worf walks off without saying anything. They ride in the turbolift without speaking. K’Ehleyr – Not even a bite on the cheek for old time’s sake? Worf – Perhaps you are not aware of my dishonor. I have accepted discommondation. K’Ehleyr – I heard. So now what, I have to perform some ridiculous ritual to talk to you? Worf – You may not respect our traditions, but I do. K’Ehleyr – Sorry, I thought you might want to talk, a moment ago you looked like someone with a question to ask. Worf – Must I ask the question? K’Ehleyr – Yes, you must. The turbolift stops, Worf gets off. K’Ehleyr – What shall I tell Alexander, that he has no father? Worf pauses, keeps walking and K’Ehleyr slumps against the turbolift door. K’Ehleyr in meeting with Picard and staff – The Klingon empire is at a critical juncture. We may be facing civil war. War over the traditional excuses, tradition, duty, honor. I won’t bore you with the intricacies of Klingon politics. Basically, two factions are trying to seize power. Picard – If there is a threat to the Fed in this struggle? K’Ehleyr – Klingon wars seldom remain confined to the Empire. sooner or later they’ll drag in the neighboring star systems, then Tholians, the Ferengi. The Fed wont’ be able to stay out for long. This has been coming for some time. Only K’mpec, the head of the Council has been able to maintain the peace. Now K’mpec is dying, he is aboard the cruiser. He has come specifically to meet with Picard, alone. Picard enters K’mpec’s chamber, clanky puzzle piece door. Warrior escorted Picard. K’mpec’s chair, two facing chairs. Object d’art on pedestal. Silver spheres on walls. Wall displays of animal skins, knives, javelin, tassels. K’mpec in big cloak, lots of medals. K’mpec dismisses warrior with sharp hand gesture. K’mpec – It’s about time you arrived Picard. Sit. I need your help. Picard – if our medical facility- K’mpec raises a hand – too late. For some months I have been poisoned with small doses of veridium six. In the wine. There is no cure. After I die, you will act in my name, to arbitrate the struggle for power. No one on the council can be trusted, and I have my reasons for wanting an outsider. Picard – You cannot possibly be serious, a Federation officer has no business K’mpec – nonsense. You are an accomplished mediator. This is no different than any other dispute requiring your services. If you refuse the dying request of the Klingon supreme commander, it will be an insult by the Federation to all Klingons. besides, I’ve already sent the order. the leaders of the opposing two factions are on their way. If I asked, you would have said no. by tradition, the two strongest challengers fight for the right of succession. As mediator, only you can designate those challengers. I want you to discover which one of them has killed me, Gowron, or Duras. [hiss] Picard react to the name Duras. K’mpec – Yes, Duras, I thought you would find that interesting. Picard – Interesting, you could say that, since he tried to have me killed, and conspired to strip Worf of his good name. K’mpec – and I approved, all for the glory of the empire. that should be my epitaph. Find the assassin. The Klingon who kills without showing his face has no honor, he must not lead the empire. such a man would be capable of anything. Even war with the Fed. Picard – Very well, I accept. K’mpec raises his poisoned wine glass in salute to Picard. K’mpec, who ruled the Klingon Empire longer than anyone in history, is dead. Duras and Gowron, the rivals for the leadership of the High Council. Worf fetches Alexander from daycare. Alexander disrupts children playing with blocks, growls at them. Worf takes his aside – There is no honor in attacking the weak. Alexander – I would have won. Worf – No, you must earn victory. Why are there no other Klingons on the Enterprise? The Fed and the Klingon Empire were enemies for many years, no other Klingons have asked to serve in Starfleet. A warrior does not ask so many questions. Alexander – I don’t want to be a warrior. K’Ehleyr greets Alexander warmly. Alexander says Worf made him leave the daycare. K’Ehleyr – Is he under arrest? Worf – He knows nothing of our ways. K’Ehleyr – Our ways, you mean Klingon ways, don’t’ you. Worf – He is Klingon! K’Ehleyr – he is also my son and I am half human. He will find his own ways. why the sudden concern? You won’t even acknowledge that he’s yours. Worf- Why did you not tell me? K’Ehleyr - and what would you have done? You would have insisted that we take the oath. Just as tradition would demand. Worf – You should not have kept this from me. K’Ehleyr –Well, now you know. Worf – I cannot acknowledge my relationship to the boy. It would only harm him. As my son he would also bear my disgrace. As would his children. K’Ehleyr – But why did you accept discommendation from the High Council? I know your father was accused of collaborating with the Romulans at Khitomer, and I also know that you challenged it. Why did you withdraw your challenge? I can’t believe you’d just give up. What really happened? Two birds of prey circle Enterprise, hold station at 13 kilometers on either side of K’mpec’s vessel. Vorn, Duras’ ship. Buruk, Gorwon’s ship. The sonchi ceremony will take place in one hour aboard K’mpec’s vessel. Duras – One hour, what is the delay? Keep that p’tak away from the ceremony. He has no place on a Klingon ship. [when Worf walks on to Enterprise bridge] Picard calls Worf into his ready room – Mr. Worf, the next few days will be difficult for you. Worf- You have made it clear that I am to perform my regular duties, sir. Picard – I want you to be know I am aware of your discomfort. Worf – Thank you, sir. Picard – Ambassador K’Ehleyr will be preparing me for my role in the rite of Succession. Worf – Permission to speak freely sir. Duras must not be allowed to lead the council. Picard – He has a legal claim. Worf- it is not personal. His father betrayed my people to the Romulans. Duras is a traitor. Picard – Klingon tradition may hold the son responsible for his father’s sin, I cannot. Treason was his father’s crime. Duras’ crime was to lay that blame on your father. I will not forget that. You chose to accept the consequences of that lie. Worf- To preserve the empire. Picard – K’mpec was poisoned. Worf looks startled and starts pacing – A Klingon would not use poison. His murder would have no honor. I know little of Gowron, only that he is an outsider who has often challenged the council. But Duras, I know him. His heart is not Klingon. Sonchi ritual. Sonchi translates as he is dead. Gowron and two warriors enter K’mpec’s chamber. K’Ehleyr is already there holding painstick stiffly upright by her fingertips. She points out bug eyed Gowron to Picard. The ceremony will by just long enough to prove that K’mpec is dead. Duras and two warriors enter, Duras in council robe. K’Ehleyr hands painstick to Picard, complicated hand maneuvers. Picard moves in front of K’mpec, slumped in his chair. Issues verbal challenge – face me if you dare. Gowron steps forward, his aide hands him a painstick, he gives K’mpec a good prodding. Raises painstick and aid takes it. Duras steps up, painstick is given to him, he gives K’mpec a long prod with an extra push. K’mpec glows around painstick at each application. He and aides step over to the side. Gowron is standing right next to Picard, who still has the painstick. K’Ehleyr comes around, hands stiffly at sides, to observe K’mpec. Sonchi. Duras – Now, complete the right of succession. It’s obvious who the two challengers are. Picard – We will proceed according to the traditions and precedents set down in Klingon law. Gowron – What do you know of Klingon law, human? Picard – We will reconvene aboard the Enterprise Duras – No, finish it here, now. Explosion behind Duras and his two guards sends them flying. Worf comes to K’Ehleyr – I have not received your report on the explosion. K’Ehleyr – Two Klingons killed, a few minor injuries. Were you concerned about me? Worf – As head of security, it is my duty to be concerned. You know my feelings. K’Ehleyr – Maybe I’ve forgotten. Worf – you are right, I would have insisted that we take the oath, but not just because of tradition. K’Ehleyr – I thought about telling you, I wanted to tell you. But I wasn’t ready. When I left you said you’d never be complete without me. it took some time, but I came to realize that I need you, too. You’re a part of me, Worf. Worf walks over to her, grabs her hair by the left side of head. jIH dok. My blood. K’Ehleyr places her hand on the left side of Worf’s neck. maj dok. Our blood Worf hesitates, pulls her hand away – No I cannot allow you to suffer my humiliation. K’Ehleyr – it would be no suffering. I don’t care what other Klingons think of you Worf – What of the boy. He may want to live in the Empire someday, an outcast, another traitor from a family of traitors. K’Ehleyr – Family of traitors, I don’t believe that for a minute. Worf grabs her by the upper arms – Respect my wishes in this matter. I cannot take the oath with you. Nor can I claim your son. K’Ehleyr – If you cannot be his father, at least be his friend. Worf nods. K’Ehleyr meets with Picard. Crusher is studying the remains of the men killed, studying bomb debris. Need more time. Duras and Gowron will be here in a few minutes. Picard suggests stretching out the formalities. K’Ehleyr – In the modern right of Succession, only a brief proclamation that two challengers have been chosen is necessary. The old forms dictated that the challengers perform the ja’chuq, it’s a long involved ceremony in which the challengers list the battles they’ve won, the prizes they’ve taken. The idea being to prove their worthiness to led the council. The Arbiter of Succession can use whatever form he wants. K’Ehleyr asks Picard about Worf’s discommondation. She understands that he was there, that he stood by Worf before the council. He can’t discuss it. In conference room Duras and Gowron are already there, seated, one Starfleet security guard over each. Duras – The Council must have a leader now. Complete the rite so I can kill this ha’DIBah. Gowron, bug eyes, fists on thighs, swivels his chair – You will die, slowly, Duras. Duras – you have already proved you haven’t the courage to face me. perhaps you should plant another bomb. Gowron leaps up, smacking his Security guard out of the way, with a yell. Duras leaps to his feet in response. His Starfleet guard stands between him and Gowron with phaser drawn. Gowron’s guard pulls phaser on Duras. Picard – mev yap! Sit down. We will begin the ja’chuq. They sit down, Gowron’s guard looks at him warily Gowron – What?! Duras – This woman has been giving you bad advice, Picard. The ja’chuq is obsolete. Picard – It is my choice to respect the ancient rituals. Each of you will have to prove your worthiness to led the High Council. Gowron – That could take hours. K’Ehleyr – Or days. Depending on your cooperation. Worf has an Alexander moment, showing him his quarters. Alexander doesn’t know a bat’leth. It belonged to Worf’s father. It has been in our family for 10 generations. Do not think of it as a weapon, make it part of your hand, part of your arm, make it a part of you. Gowron comes to see K’Ehleyr. The next official meeting is in three hours. Gowron – I would speak with you alone, Ambassador. K’Ehleyr – I’m honored. Gowron – Picard is prolonging the ja’chuq. Why? He relies on you for his knowledge of Klingon law. He values your advice. You could quicken the pace. K’Ehleyr – Possibly. Why should I? Gowron – Your position is unique. Have you never wondered about serving the Klingon Empire? K’Ehleyr – I serve in my own way. Gowron – As a Federation Ambassador. A few rewards, but little glory. K’Ehleyr – What do you want? Gowron leans over – What you do want? Command of a ship? A seat on the council? There are many opportunities for you in the Empire. K’Ehleyr – Opportunities that will present themselves only if you come to power. You talk like a Ferengi. Gowron – K’mpec was also stubborn. He too refused to listen. Now, he is gone. You need not make the same mistake. K’Ehleyr – K’mpec was old and weak. I am not. Gowron chuckles and walks out. Geordi and Data determine the explosive was a triceron derivative. 3 cubic millimeters in size. Molecular decay detonator. Only the Romulans use molecular decay detonators. Why would the Romulans want to plant a bomb on a Klingon cruiser? Worf – It would be impossible. K’Ehleyr – Not if they had help from on of the Klingons. Geordi – Klingons and Romulans working together? They’ve been enemies for 75 years. Picard – Perhaps Duras or Gowron wishes to improve that relationship. Riker – A new Klingon alliance with the Romulans? Data – If true, it would represent a fundamental shift in power in the quadrant. Riker – Duras or Gowron? K’Ehleyr – Gowron came to me alone, wanted me to speed up the ja’chuq. offered me a seat on the council if I’d help him. He also implied I’d end up like K’mpec if I didn’t cooperate. Worf disagrees, it must be Duras. K’Ehleyr – Why? Worf looks away but Picard responds – We have had prior dealings with Duras that show him to be untrustworthy. He can’t be more specific. He wants Worf, as Chief of Security, to accompany him to next meeting. Worf – Captain, they will be incensed. My presence will be disruptive. Picard – Yes, it will. K’Ehleyr starts investigating the Enterprise’s visit to the Klingon homeworld where Worf for discommodated. Gowron finishes giving his recitation, while standing. Sits at table, with Duras, Starfleet guards. Picard – Both your claims have been properly made and recorded. we are ready for the final phase of the ja’chuq. There will be a recess while I review your petitions. Gowron nods and starts to rise. Picard stays him with a hand. Picard – I assume you’re both still investigating Gowron – The investigations are complete, they revealed nothing of any importance. Picard looks at Duras – Our analysis turned up some startling results. Duras looks a little concerned. Worf enters, Duras jumps up – What is this?! Gowron stands up, points at Worf – He has no place here, Picard! Duras – I will not sit at the same table with that. Picard – It is my prerogative to investigate anything that may be relevant to the Rite of Succession. Lt Worf is my Chief Security officer, his presence is required. Duras – We will not proceed. Picard- If you wish to withdraw from the ja’chuq, that is your option. Duras backs down. Worf – what did your investigations reveal about the explosion? Duras sits down, sneers – It was a bomb. Worf to stony faced Gowron – And was your analysis just as insightful? Gowron – it was a common triceron explosive. He sits. Worf – What about the detonator? Duras – This is pointless. Findings were inconclusive. Worf stalks around the table to Duras – Fortunately our investigation was more thorough. The bomb used a molecular decayed detonator. Gowron reacts to this – What?! Picard looks at Duras – A Romulan device. Duras stands – I will return to my ship to confirm these conclusions myself. Gowron bug eyed on Duras – As will I. Worf sends complete record of Enterprise findings to both vessels, and to the High Council. K’Ehleyr establishes interlock with the Klingon Imperial information net. Federation Ambassador K’Ehleyr requesting diplomatic access to High Council records. Security clearance pa’duk cha. Most recent Council inquiry into Khitomer massacre is restricted material. Du’cko cha clearance only. by order of Council member Duras. Duras comes to his quarters on the Enterprise, takes off his cloak. Aide is bending over small computer terminal. Duras - Advise my counselors on the Vorn to convene. There is much to discuss. Aide – Look. Priority message for you from the home planet. It seems Ambassador K’Ehleyr is looking into things she should not be. Duras looks away for a moment – Distract the guard for me. Aide immediately – Yes, sir. Strides right out door, Enterprise security guy trails after him, Oh, sir Duras heads out the door the other way. Duras comes to K’Ehleyr – I have been informed of your attempt to access restricted council records. K’Ehleyr – I’ve been investigating what happened at Khitomer. Not at all an easy task, considering that most of the records are sealed. Duras – Worf’s father was a traitor. K’Ehleyr – No, the evidence was altered to make it appear that way. I found it interesting to read that your father was also at Khitomer. And you are the one who sealed the records. Duras – You dare insult my father’s name! K’Ehleyr – Don’t play the wounded Klingon for me, Duras, you don’t do it very well. What happened in that council chamber? How did you get Worf to take the blame for you? Duras – Do not pursue this matter further? K’Ehleyr – The son betrays his people to the Romulans, just as his father did, Duras. Crusher – One of the Klingons who died in the explosion was with Duras, the other was with Gowron. She has been examining the bodies trying to find where the bomb was hidden. Dynoscan of Klingon forearm. The bomb was implanted in the forearm for Duras’s man. Riker – Considered an honorable way to die. Suicide that takes an enemy with it. Worf brings Alexander back to K’Ehleyr. When they have more time he promises to take Alexander to the holodeck and demonstrate in more detail. Alexander nods. They enter the room to find K’Ehleyr sprawled over ottoman. Worf calls for medical emergency. Deck 8, room 142. he turns K’Ehleyr over into his arms. Worf – Gowron? K’Ehleyr – Noooo Worf – Duras?! K’Ehleyr whispers – Alexander. She takes Alexander’s small hand and places it on Worf’s, then breathes her last. Worf cries K’Ehleyr, K’Ehleyr! Then gives the death yell, which sends Alexander scurrying for the corner. Worf lays her body down on the floor and backs away. Worf to Alexander – You have never seen death. Alexander shakes his head. Worf – Than look, and always remember. Alexander turns to see K’Ehleyr on the floor. Crusher arrives from some other door and starts scanning. Multiple stab wounds to the chest and abdomen, too much trauma to internal organs. There wasn’t time enough to take her into stasis. Worf – Stay with the Doctor. Worf exits. Goes to his quarters, undoes his sash in the back and tosses it on couch, takes bat’leth from wall, hesitates a moment, takes comm. badge off, flips it to end table, when it falls off to the floor. K’Ehleyr wheeled out covered in silver sheet. Picard and Riker receive Crusher’s report. Lt. Worf transported to the Klingon ship Vorn at 17:30 hours. Picard sends Riker after him, with Data and one other guy. If Worf resists, set phasers on maximum stun, he’s coming back with us. Worf and bat’leth steps into smoky room on Vorn, where Duras is with at least three others, all standing. Stack of boxes, or screen along one wall. Single door entrance from hall open, double doors along another wall. Duras – What is that doing here? Klingon – He has claimed the right of vengeance. Duras – You have no rights here, traitor. Duras brings his wrists up and crosses them together like Council discommendation motion. Turns away from Worf. Worf walks into room - K’Ehleyr was my mate. Duras’ head snaps around, the other Klingons in the room all mutter. With a snarled word Duras gestures to an aide, who fetches a sword in scabbard from the wall. Duras pulls blade from scabbard. Worf and Duras, bat’leth vs. blade. Worf gets in a punch. Room is cleared of people. Duras – I’m the only one Worf, the only one who can prove your innocence. Kill me and you’re a traitor forever. Worf – Then that is how it shall be! Duras gets in a kick. Worf knocks Duras to the floor, stands over him wielding bat’leth. Riker enters from double doors. Yells Worf! As Worf brings bat’leth down in Duras’ upper chest. Pins him to the floor. dead. The two birds of prey depart, K’mpec’s large vessel departs. Worf is in Picard’s ready room. Picard – Mr. Worf, your service aboard the Enterprise has been exemplary. Until now. Worf – Sir, I have acted within the boundaries of Klingon law and tradition. Picard nods – The High Council would seem to agree, they consider the matter closed. I don’t. Mr. Worf, the Enterprise crew currently includes representatives from 13 planets. They each have their individual beliefs and values and I respect them all. But they have all chosen to serve Starfleet. If anyone cannot perform his or her duty because of the demands of their society, they should resign. Do you wish to resign? Worf – No, sir. Picard – I hoped you would not throw away a promising career. I understand your loss. We all admired K’Ehleyr. A reprimand will appear on your record. Mr. Worf, isn’t time for the truth about your father’s innocence to be told? After all you only accepted this dishonor to protect the name of Duras and hold the Empire together. Now that he has died in disgrace, what is gained by further silence? Worf - Each member of the Klingon High Council has shared in that lie. They will not be so willing to admit their own dishonor. But the day will come when my brother and I will convince them to speak the truth. Worf stands at small weapons display on wall, over side table. Alexander sits on the ball thing. Worf – My parents, my human parents, will meet us at Starbase 73. they will care for you. Alexander – Why can’t I stay with you? Worf – You deserve a home, a family. They can provide that. I cannot. I miss her too. Alexander- Are you my father? Worf – Yes, I am your father. They clasp hands, Worf takes Alexander in his arms for a hug. Territories of the Ferengi and the Tholians border those of the Klingons and Federation The sonchi pain sticks are ceremonial versions of those used for Rite of Ascension ceremony Vor'cha class roughly three fourths the length of a Galaxy-class starship Future Imperfect Worf stands over Riker's birthday cake, arms folded, not eating as others do. Worf and Geordi on away team with Riker to Alpha Onias III ALTernate reality Perchance to Dream by Howard Weinstein 48 Without warning the colorful swirls blew into a vortex around Picard. Worf vaulted the railing, his muscular body stretched out in a headlong dive, hoping to wrench Picard free of the inexplicable force surrounding him. But before the security chief could reach him, the vortex and Picard disappeared. With a grunt Worf landed hard on the deck, rolled quickly and saw that he’d failed. He felt a bellow of frustrated rage that he’d failed. He felt a bellow of frustrated rage welling up from his gut, and forced it back just as he realized that he was now in command. Worf scrambled to his feet, trying to control the torrent of anger and shame he felt rushing through him like a storm-driven tide. Worf willed himself to concentrate and take the measure of the paniky voice. As security chief, his instincts as a natural warrior could be permitted freer reign. But if he’d learned anything form his time in Starfleet, the role of successful commander required more nuance, the sort of thing that went against his hereditary impulses. But nothing he couldn’t handle. The big Klingon settled into the captain’s empty seat, his voice low and deliberate. 52 Riker – Quick thinking, Mr. Worf, and commendable discretion. 75 Worf comes up to Crusher in 10 Forward. Suddenly her emotional dam broke and the flood of fears rushed out of her. She spelled out all the cares and concerns of a lifetime of motherhood, crystallized by the inescapable reality right now that she might have to deal with the death of her son. She thought – Why did I dump this on Worf, of all people? He looked like he wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else. Worf had a son. Little Alexander, a secret K’eylahr [sic] had only recently revealed to him, just before her murder by a Klingon traitor. Worf had probably been the last person Crusher expected to harbor even a shred of parental instinct, but it had come to him mystically, instantly. Love, and it had led him, without a second thought, to exalt his young son’s best interests above his own. Worf had sent the child to live on Earth, with his own human foster parents. And though the Klingon warrior never spoke of his feelings, Beverly knew from that one selfless act that Worf knew exactly how she felt at this moment. Worf came to ask if his scheduled physical could be postponed until next week Worf sends a star mail message to Sergey and Helena Rozhenko, and Alexander. Hello, Mother and Father and Alexander. How have you been? I had some free time, so I thought I would send you a message. And I have not forgotten, happy birthday, Father. 106 BMOTS, Big Man on the Starship. Ken’s nickname for Wesley. 124 Riker knew that tone of voice. Worf clearly did not trust the Tenirans, and neither did he. 145 Worf growled deep in his throat. Worf’s brow ridges deepened into a glower. 172 Beverly – A frustrated intelligence can turn hostile. Worf – I agree with Dr. Crusher Picard had the distinct notion that Beverly was not that comfortable to find herself in concurrence with the Klingon. She tended toward the open handed approach, while Worf, by virtue of instinct and job training, preferred the well-formed fist. 194 With a deft touch, Worf’s fingers skipped across his keypad, quickly revising the preprogrammed targeting matrix. 213 Worf muttered a brusque growl. He scowled at his own sensor panel. An energy anomaly has just been detected off the starboard stern. In the seconds it took for Worf to redirect the signal from the starboard scanners, the anomaly had resolved into the shuttlecraft Onizuka. Geordi let out a whoop of joy – Look what the cat dragged in! Worf – Incoming message, Commander. From what the cat dragged in. Final Mission Wo/We Wesley going to Academy, a position has opened up in this year's class See Spot Run, Strange New Worlds I page 150 Worf runs his calisthenics program page 150 Holodeck Program Worf 27A is a soak in a hot mud pool, nice after calisthenics program. When Worf runs this the pool is reduced in size because the ship is infested with Zool page 157 Geordi appeals to Worf's affection for his pet targ, but a targ would not get into the ship's systems The Loss At aft rail station, reading sensors Worf recommends sending photon torpedo spread into two dimension beings towing Enterprise toward cosmic string fragment. This would kill them. Picard and Geordi come up with alternative to try to get them to alter course. Then they have to send photon torpedoes into group of two dimensional beings, still no effect. Riker - You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Worf Data's Day White guy, dark hair, at Worf’s station on Data’s night watch. Riker begins day watch with small slim blonde girl taking over Worf’s aft rail station. Data finds Worf to be a kindred spirit. Both orphans rescued by Starfleet officers. Both still outsiders in human society in many ways. Worf has attended human weddings before. The Rozhenkos often give glassware as gifts at family gatherings. A human custom. Worf has never been a participant at a human wedding. It would be an honor, perhaps, but human bonding rituals often involve a great deal of talking and dancing and crying. A crystal swan does not reminded Data of Worf. Worf arrives to take over tactical from blonde girl at contact with Romulan ship Worf turns second shift bridge over to Data in front of command chair – reports All systems normal, on course for Adelphous IV, engineering is realigning the main deflector, Sickbay reports Lt. Umbato broke two ribs on holodeck, long range sensors continue to gather info on Murasaki Effect. Data – Very well, I have the bridge. Of Cabbages and Kings, Strange New Worlds I no Klingon content The Wounded The Cardassians have no honor. I do not trust them. Trust is earned, not given away Worf gives Riker damage report while following Picard's instructions on weapons and shields Worf's persuades Picard to allow him to post some guards at sensitive areas. Points out to Picard that giving Cardassians the prefix codes to Maxwell's ship the Phoenix, will make Maxwell defenseless, but obeys. Worf brings in Cardassian caught at computer terminal Worf handles hailing frequencies and prepares weapons Devil's Due Worf tried to clean up communications, identifies trouble as from the source. Worf goes to escort Dr. Clark to Picard’s ready room. First contact was made with Ventax II 70 years ago. Agrarian society, formerly high tech, reverted to simpler lifestyle. Ardra – the Klingons call me Fek’lhr Worf steps forward – You are not Fek’lhr! Ardra changes to Fek’lhr – mass of hair, very pronounced forehead center ridge involving nose and cheekbones, very wide pronounced mouth, dripping teeth, no chin. Powerful torso and arms, leather straps across chest and shoulders, leather belt, legs either totally covered in fur like a satyr, or fur pants. No apparent male nipples. Fek'lhr – I am the guardian of Gre’thor, where the dishonored go when they die. Ardra zaps Worf backward when he tried to clean up the bridge Worf a little slow on the night watch when Picard transported to the planet Data has found an obscure precedent in Ventaxian law – the case involves a contract dispute over services rendered by a Klingon craftsman on the construction of a Ventaxian home. Because the dispute involved an alien culture, the parties decided that arbitration rather than the courts should decide the issue. Both parties agreed to chose an arbitrator. It is the only known case involving an alien claimant. Picard transforms himself into Fek’lhr via Ardra’s computer Fek'lhr as seen here is carefully described as the guardian of Gre'thor, the hereafter where the Klingon dishonored go after they die. Klingons have no devil. Potential baby index Picard/Ardra Whatever You Do, Don't Read This Story! Strange New Worlds III The strange dark fairy tale makes Humans, Klingons, Betazeds want to kill themselves. Worf especially restless and inattentive when Data reads new version Vendetta by Peter David P65 Worf jumps to the conclusion that Klingons must have come in response to the Penzatti distress call when Borg were attacking and destroyed the Borg. Not so. P72 Ferengi Daimon Turane’s long time first officer is named Martok!! A crew of misfits sent out to explore Beta Quadrant. Ferengi Martok killed when Turane assimilated by Borg. P116 Worf wanted to make sure he knew what to shoot, should there be a problem. Some might say the Klingon had a terminal case of itchy trigger finger – terminal for whomever the phaser was pointed at. Worf – Then I shall be here in case they get out of hand. And that was clearly that. Worf was frowning, which was not unusual, but this was deeper than the norm I would not advise it, Worf said with a firmness that indicated this was far more than advice P123 Worf took Dantar’s twin Keldin blasters when Dantar came aboard, and locked the powerful weapons in the armory P127 this thing makes the Borg look like tribbles P179 Worf, with his officers Meyer and Boyajian, burst into sickbay. Worf exchanged glances with Dr. Selar. In general he was not especially wild about Vulcans. A race as hot-blooded as Klingons generally had little understanding of or patience for, a people whose raison d’etre was practicing non-emotionalism. But there was something about Selar, something he could not quite put his finger on, that made her far more tolerable to him than the typical Vulcan. Shall I have them all secured to their beds, with heavy chains? Worf said gravely. I will have them prepared, said Worf, each word dripping menace, just in case. P221 Worf’s face returned to the normal Klingon scowl with which he was far more comfortable. Worf frowned, an expression only slightly different from his normal one. P236 Worf merely glowered, the way he did habitually when someone did other than what Worf suggested. P326 it was a difficult thing to ask a Klingon to stand by and permit a commanding officer to do something that Worf felt was inappropriate. Klingons were driven by an immense sense of duty and Worf was in tremendous conflict. On one hand he was obligated to obey his captain, on the other hand, he felt duty-bound to protect him from harm P347 Worf could not keep the satisfaction from his voice, the satisfaction of a Klingon who knew that battle was joined P376 Security man Boyajian knew that look on Worf’s face well enough to know that further questions would not be particularly welcome, much less answered Clues Worf reports shields and weapons systems unaffected by brief trip through wormhole. Worf escorts ill Deanna to her quarters from the bridge Deanna – thank you for coming with me Mr. Worf Worf – You are certain you are well? Worf goes to sickbay, then thinks better of it A warrior does not complain about physical discomfort. But the captain ordered us to report anything out of the ordinary. His wrist has been broken. There are very few people on board the Enterprise who could have broken Worf’s wrist. Data is one who could, speed and strength. Worf pulls a phaser on possessed Troi It was the possessed Troi who broke his wrist by throwing him against bulkhead. First Contact centuries ago disastrous contact with the Klingons Empire lead to decades of war. It was decided then that the Federation would do surveillance first. A bungled first contact mission was the reason behind decades of Klingon – Fed conflict Potential baby index Riker/Lanel Galaxy's Child Worf advises against c-section on space baby; the parent proved a danger to the ship. We do not know how the offspring will react. Worf operates phasers for the c-section cut Night Terrors Worf identified wound as being done by phaser on setting of 6 or 7 Worf late to meeting - I was detained Worf rushes off bridge, Troi senses something bad Worf’s alter – wall display; downward pointing slender object, two crossed swords at base. Two hand pastry cutters upper left and right. Low table with perforated top; rectangular jewelry box, two tall narrow vases, two squat candle holders, no candles. Kut’lutch like knife cushioned in box. Shallow dish with stand and two handles. Worf rushes in, knees at table, opens box, lifts knife slowly, shuffles on knees over to dish, holds knife with point on dish, pours clear liquid from vase down surface of blade into dish, raises knife to point on dish, clasps it was both hands, head bent over, mumbles Klingon, raises knife up to stab himself in chest. Troi rushes in. Worf – You will not stop me, no one can stop me. I am no longer a warrior. I am no longer strong. I feel fear. Troi – To admit fear gives you strength. Worf – Something is waiting for us. I am not strong enough to fight it. Two security men come to check up on the boss. Worf lets Troi take him to sickbay. Guinan keeps a little souvenir from Mengus III behind the bar Chains of Command by W.A. McCay & E.L. Flood P12 Worf - I know little of biological warfare. Klingons fight with real weapons. Amon-four is a battle scar. Surprise made Worf's voice even more resonant than usual. It boomed through the bridge like a drum. P20 Riker was a big man, but the security chief still topped him by inches and his large chest seemed to strain the fabric of his fitted red and black uniform. Looking at Worf, Riker felt dwarfed. Worf stood, hands behind his back, legs slightly apart, as relaxed as a Klingon would ever be. P71 the Klingons were once deadly enemies of the Federation, but we've overcome that hostility. Now we're allies. P122 Worf - We have an excellent defensive position. I will set security personnel to watch the approaches. Do you wish to restrict access to Enterprise personnel only? Picard - That's not diplomatically feasible. Worf gave him his usual Klingon scowl - Than I would hesitate to describe our security as absolute. But it should be adequate to our needs. P147 One of Earth's first contacts was with the Klingons. surely they qualified as a mad, warlike race at that time. P157 Worf, crouched in full alert position, phaser drawn, mouth twisted into a scowl of concentration. Worf got Riker's message and decided it would be best to reconnoiter in person. Worf took the lead along the tunnel, his Klingon eyes piercing the dimness. Worf hurled himself forward firing blast after phaser blast until a cry ahead told him he'd hit the sniper. P173 Riker recalls Worf's team trying to rescue Picard and Troi on Koorn after Crewman First Class Olivier Previn was wounded Identity Crisis Worf – I am certain we are being watched The Nth Degree Crusher teases Worf that she has an opening in her acting workshop Worf tries to disconnect Barclay from computer, Barclay doesn’t take it personally. Qpid Worf doesn’t shake hands with Vash – he has not informed Archaeological Council Members have permission to visit the bridge. Not pleased when she sits in the Captain’s chair, either. Worf – nice legs, for a human Worf aware of Robin Hood stories – Sir, I protest! I am not a merry man! Data identifies Worf as Will Scarlet Worf throws off his hat – I will not play the fool for Q’s amusement! Thought he swordfights with evil Gisbourne readily enough and gets wounded in the upper left arm, bleeds red. Q – Is Worf’s life more valuable than Vash’s? You know Worf, you’d make a perfect throw rug in Nottingham Castle. After Crusher finishes fixing Worf’s sleeve as well, Worf walks over to Geordi strumming on his mandolin, takes it and smashes it against tree. Worf – Sorry. Potential baby index: Picard/Vash The Drumhead Klingon exobiologist on board for some weeks, scientific exchange program. Suspected of sabotage. Enterprise has contacted High Council. J’Dan will be returned home after Enterprise has concluded investigation. Lt. J’Dan, wears two tone leather upper shirt, metal studs at shoulder seams, tassels bound with metal at bottom hem and quarter sleeves. 5 stud belt, high boots. Short hair. Has Ba’ltmasor syndrome, weekly injections from hyprospray. Med Tech Simon Tarsus gave J’Dan his injections. On the Klingon homeworld your name is not mentioned. It is as though you never existed. Terrible burden for warrior to bear, to become nothing. To be without honor, the chance for glory. I have friends, powerful friends on the homeworld, they might help to restore Worf’s name, if he just takes J’Dan to a shuttle. It could be done without anyone knowing. Worf goes ahead of J’Dan into room, attacks him. He will find out how J’Dan sabotaged ship. J’Dan admitted he passed engine plans to Romulans. The Klingon High Council will put J’Dan to a slow death Very disturbing Klingon-Romulan connection, passing information Enterprise has encountered several incidents which might suggest potential alliance between Klingons and Romulans Worf has figured out amino acid transfer method Worf tracked people who left the Enterprise, including Tarkanian diplomat all the way to Cruses System. The blood of all Klingons has become water. Since the alliance with the Fed Klingons have become like mewling babies. The Romulans are strong, they do not turn Klingons into weaklings. J’Dan did not make friends easily. There are not many people on Enterprise to question about him. Worf is strongly motivated in this matter. There are some who believe Worf’s father betrayed Khitomer to Romulans. My father is my own concern Worf arranges people for Board of Inquiry to see. Lt. Worf works well with Satie’s Betazed investigator Sabin Genestra, who originally considered Worf a security risk. Worf meets with his staff to investigate Simon Tarsus, two women and a man. Worf’s office? Small briefing room. Worf to Picard – The Fed does have enemies, we must seek them out. Dark haired woman at Worf’s aft rail station while he’s busy investigation Tarsus. Worf objects when Satie grills Picard about Romulan spy from Data’s Day. Sabin questions Picard’s judgment in having a Security Chief whose father was a Romulan collaborator. Worf sits down. Worf upset that he believed, help Satie. Half a Life Worf – Mrs. Troi, I must protest your unauthorized presence on the bridge. Lwaxana – What does that little button do, Mr. Woof? Worf – Please madam, that is a torpedo launch initiator, and it is Worf, not Woof. Potential baby index – Lwaxana/Timicin The Host Worf escorts dignitaries around. Ambassador Odan of Trill, a bumpy forehead, spotless type. Doesn’t like to transport. 30 years ago previous host a male, referred to as Odan’s father. Next host female Kareel. Fed doesn’t know much about Trills. Potential baby index – Beverly Crusher/Odan/Riker Imbalance by V.E. Mitchell P10 Worf did not like Starfleet's orders that placed both the captain and the first officer at risk on Beltaxiyan Minor. Diplomacy should be handled by diplomats. Worf did not trust the insectlike Jarada, who provided little info about themselves yet expected everyone to meet them on the precise terms they dictated. Trust was a thing that must be earned, and the Jarada seemed to be going out of their way to irritate him. Everything Worf knew about them reminded him of Fed bureaucrats, their love of protocol and precedence, of precise timetables and schedules set without consulting the other party. He found it difficult to believe that such persnickety creatures had anything to offer the Federation. As long as Worf was included on the away team, he knew nothing would happen to Picard, he would not allow anything to happen. Worf whirled to face the sounds, reaching for his phaser before he remembered this was a diplomatic mission. Riker was only a moment slower than the Klingon. P21 Worf finished scanning the room, his voice like the grumble of distant thunder was a warning of possible trouble ahead - There are no obvious listening devices. However their ventilation ducts could reflect sound to a detector that does not register on my tricorder. I assume that we are being monitored. An enemy commander will use all means at his disposal to learn our plans. The Klingon's adversarial approach to life underscored the potential for conflict that underlay any diplomatic mission. P29 Worf mimicked the elaborate bow although a hiss of indrawn breath told Picard that, for the Klingon, this part of the Jarada's mandatory ceremony protocol went against his warrior's instincts. P32 the communicator buzzed. Picard heard a grunt of displeasure from Worf and realized the worst of the feedback must be in the lower frequencies, in the range where the Klingon was far more sensitive than most humans. Picard introduced Worf, the commander of our honor guard. He thought he again heard Worf growl in protest at the deep bow, as though the Klingon did not like taking his eyes off the Jarada for a single moment. Picard suppressed a grin. Worf was a good security officer, but he would never make a diplomat; the skills required were mutually exclusive. P38 Worf-Guardian will want to attend an exhibition of Jaradan most excellent val'ghreshneth. Worf gave a low growl in the back off his throat, like the moan of a rusty hinge. The Jarada would not understand the Klingon's message, but Picard heard it loud and clear, don't split up the away team. P84 to Worf, the layout of the Jaradan Prime Council Chamber, with its tapestries and hidden entrances, suggested a dozen ways to ambush an opponent. Worf - Captain, I still believe my duty as your security chief is to remain with you at all times. Picard - Mr. Worf, your assignment is to go with Zelk'helvtrobreen and discover what Zelfreetrollan thought you would find so interesting. Worf - I must protest. Data's best translation indicates that I will be attending a performance of the local equivalent of the ballet. He said the last word in a tone usually reserved for some particularly filthy perversion, such as unconditional surrender. Worf's adoptive mother had tried to teach him an appreciation of human cultural values, Worf never understood why she bothered. Such things were frivolous, beneath a warrior's notice. It is the way of my people to have only one name that is spoken in public. Worf's answers were so terse as to be almost uninformative. Even so, after 15 minutes Worf began to relax marginally in response to Breen's apparent interest. After all, it wasn't often that he could talk shop with someone outside Starfleet. A warrior learned to trust his senses and Worf's perceptions told him that something was not right. The floor was wood, the boards flexed under his feet. Such a surface was made for fighting, and Worf wished he had a partner to help him test it. Jarada - Admirably Massive Worf-Guardian, you grace our humble exercises with your presence. Reluctantly Worf sat down, even though his instincts warned him to remain on his feet. Watching them work out, Worf wondered if they would let him join in the drill. He would learn so much more about their fighting style by trying it rather than by merely watching his hosts. Worf suspected the Jarada long strips of cloth tipped with small weights would function like a human bolo or a Vulcan ahn woon. Something in the demonstration bothered Worf, something beyond his natural inclination to see deception lurking behind the professional geniality of every diplomat. To preserve his advantage should he need to fight the Jarada, he decided not to show them any of the Klingon fighting techniques he normally used. Worf shook himself to break the mood, to remind himself that this was a diplomatic mission. The idea rang false, triggering alarm signals every time he considered it. a warrior was trained to recognize potential enemies before the first blow was struck and Worf kept sensing danger from the Jarada. Worf - I will show you the human art called karate, the way of the empty hand. After years of observation Worf was not sure he would ever figure out even the humans he knew best. He felt good, ready to take on half a dozen holodeck opponents. As he felt his muscles loosening to peak combat readiness, he could not resist the impulse to demonstrate parts of his personal workout. It was an advanced combination of lunges, feints and strikes that would have exhausted any other member of the Enterprise's crew. Riker practiced against a maximum of 4 imaginary opponents. Worf used 4 only for warm-ups. Given the Jarada as his audience, Worf limited himself to 6 imaginary assailants and omitted the kicks form the routine. Jarada - You must teach us that. The power and purity of your movements embody the essence of a guardian's mission. With an effort Worf fought down the battle cry that rose in is throat. Suddenly his warrior blood was singing for a fight. Jarada - We would take it as the greatest honor if you would teach this karate to us. Worf would much rather face a dozen Borg single-handedly than play ambassador to a group of twitchy aliens Worf centered himself, focusing on the essence of the kata he wished to demonstrate. the ancient warriors who had developed karate could almost have been Klingon. The challenge would be to exclude the Klingon elements that had crept into his style. His instincts warned him to keep his eyes on his enemies. He had to struggle to look down as he bowed. one should always show the proper trust and respect to one's opponents. It was a fine point, but many warrior cultures had similar traditions. Part of him rejoiced to meet others with such strong warrior traditions, but he wished the Jarada had identified themselves openly. A true warrior should announce himself to the universe instead of hiding behind ritual and stylized drills. What were the Jarada concealing? Soon every Jarada in the room was fighting with a savagery that took Worf aback. A Klingon warrior's greatest joy was to get into a good fight, but there was something about this melee. The Jarada charged toward Worf, they outnumbered Worf forty to one. with odds like that, only a fool or a berserker would fight if he had any alternatives. Worf tangled the blankets in the legs of the two leading Jarada. Worf executed a high-speed evacuation in search of a less exposed position. P140 traveling mountain roads in underpowered vehicles ranked just below refereeing Klingon war games on Crusher's list of activities she expected to shorten her life expectancy to zero. P164 if these insectoids wanted to test the prowess of a real warrior, Worf was ready to oblige them A growl rose in his throat, born of his frustration at running from a fight and from being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Worf would have love to watch the fight and to observe how the guardians handled actual combat, but he knew he would become the target as soon as they saw him. His duty was to return to the captain. At the sight of the Klingon the three Jarada shrieked a battle cry and charged. Worf roared an eager response and dropped into a defensive crouch, letting the Jarada bring the attack to him. On the sloping ramp the disadvantage lay with the attackers and as a true warrior he knew how to exploit his enemies' weaknesses. The leader launched itself at Worf, its claws extended like daggers. Worf closed his hands around the bases of the lethal claws and flung the insectoid into the Jarada below him. Taking advantage of their momentary hesitation Worf gave a loud roar and charged them. One swiped at him and caught his arm, slicing his uniform and drawing blood with its sharp claws. Then he was above them, where his height and greater reach would serve to best advantage. For someone who followed the Klingon's daily exercise regimen, the Jarada was not a major challenge. A warrior should die in battle, even if dishonorable opponents resorted to overwhelming odds to defeat him. He should not be expected to fight cold, and slime, and unnamable biological horrors. Growling under his breath, Worf started downward. His duty was to get to his captain any way he could. It was either a clever ambush, worthy of a Klingon, or unoccupied. He hoped his pursuers would not realize the full potential of his superior Klingon anatomy He looked at the wet and moldy passageway. If someone had tried to design a Klingon's worst nightmare, this would be a championship contended. The only thing left to complete the horror was a swarm of Tribbles. P218 although a warrior's greatest ambition was to die in battle, death should count for something. To deliberately court suicidal odds when he had other options, however distasteful, was not the warrior's way. P223 cold slimy and repulsive, an endless nightmare of cold and wet and mud. P232 Worf - I will tell the captain now of how disgracefully those creatures treated me. They have no honor whatsoever! Worf described his adventures in the succinct, pithy way that only a Klingon could master. His sparse account of the attacks and his escapes left much to the imagination. Picard - Take a group of your men and meet our guests in the transporter room. set your phasers to heavy stun. Worf - Aye Captain. The Klingon relayed the order and then matched to the turbolift. His face wore a fierce grin, as if the thought of turning the tables on a few Jarada pleased him. P255 Worf couldn't decide which was the greater pleasure, frogmarching the sane Jarada to sickbay or stunning the insane Jarada as the boiled off the transporter pad. Either way, it felt good to be the one in control. A wise commander uses all available sources of intelligence. The captain ordered it. Worf's tone rejected any possibility of disputing Picard's wisdom in the matter. Worf started over to help Keiko. She slumped on the floor, retching. With clinical detachment he noticed that she had not eaten anything recently. The medical team charged through the door. Worf executed a tactical retreat. It was never wise to get between a doctor and her patients. The security chief was supposed to prevent dangerous aliens form attacking the ship's crew. P259 Picard, judging from Worf's expression was sure his security chief would like nothing better than to take an armed force into the Council Chambers and persuade Zelfreetrollan at phaser point to give them the answers. The problem with Worf's method was that it was a little too blunt to work with anyone who did not view things in the same stark light as a Klingon. P275 with great glee Worf cut through the ranks of crazed Jarada with his phaser, leaving mounds of stunned Jarada. Picard felt himself grinning as he watched the enthusiasm the Klingon put into protecting his captain. The Mind's Eye Enterprise ordered to accompany special emissary from the Klingon high Council to Kriosian system, where one of their colonies is fighting for independence. Kell – there was a time when the Empire would crush a rebellion. Now it is tolerated. There are enough troubles on the home planets that they don’t wish to divert resources to a trivial war. Grant them independence, conquer them again later if we wish. Kell, Elderly, white cloth and gray leather outfit, baldric over left shoulder. Black turtleneck with silver band around neck. Governor Vagh of Krios has charged that the Federation is secretly aiding the rebels. Kell going to inspect evidence. Amb. Kell decided to invite Picard to accompany him. Many on the council have great respect for Picard. Picard – qatlho’ [thank you] I have been pleased to offer occasional assistance to the Klingon people in the past. Kell – You modesty is very human, captain, I will excuse it. The Fed would never interfere with internal affairs of Empire. such interference would strike at the very nature of our alliance. Worf’s discommendation makes things very awkward for Kell to deal with him. Rebels have attacked two freighters, a Ferengi and a Cardassian. Hide in asteroid belt. Klingon sensors can’t filter out radioactive actinides to detect ship Worf – You would test the Captain’s word with me, Kell? Is it because I have no honor in your eyes that you expect me to be disloyal? Kell – Wrong of me to ask. My apologies. Worf – Captain Picard does not lie. Kell risked his own reputation and honor coming to Picard. Kell – There are some members of the high council who would thank you, Worf, for killing Duras. No doubt had he lived he would have ascended to head the council. many were not looking forward to that. Worf- My motives were personal, not political. Kell – Motives, who cares for motives. Humans perhaps. What matters is you acted on that day as a true Klingon. Klingon city on Krios, pyramidal buildings. Governor’s place – red X, silver metallic half spheres on walls behind desk. Computer terminals stretched along walls. Swords propped up along walls. Large empty desk, padded leather chair, two low chairs face desk. Red cartouche with white Klingon lettering on wall. Governor Vagh, young, long dark hair but not wild. Quite tall, not bulky. Governor Vagh – We talk, we socialize, we waste time. And the insurrection continues to grow. These rebels need to be crushed. Kell – The High Council has made its wishes clear. Vagh – The council should be more concerned with Fed interference. Fed medical supplies have been found in rebel strongholds. Also weapons. Vagh has hundreds of captured Fed issue weapons. Vagh – This is the only Klingon colony bordering on Federation space during the 2360s. Starfleet would be happy to see Krios gain its independence. It would reduce your vulnerability to an attack. You speak the lies of a t Picard swears back at him. Vagh – You swear well, Picard. You must have Klingon blood in your veins. V – the Romulans have no interest in Kriosian independence. This planet is too far Picard – but they do have an interest in driving the Federation and the Empire apart. The alliance is the only thing that has kept them in check. Kell – Typical Romulan ploy, an attempt to sow dissention and mistrust. Kell thanks LaForge on behalf of the empire. Vagh still wants his technicians to confirm the findings. Vagh intercepts weapons being transported, blames Enterprise. Klingon attack cruiser uncloaking. Two birds of prey approach on either side. Vagh is fully prepared to open fire on Enterprise. Kell convinces him to consult High Council first as a wise precaution. Take a few hours. Procedure requires that Worf ask each of you where you were at the time. Vagh is not noted for his patience. Kell encourages Picard to invite Vagh to witness investigation. Kell eats octopus, uses napkin, spork. Metal pitcher and goblet. Picard shows Vagh, Kell, and several guards around evidence in cargo bay 4. Worf busy on walkway above. Vagh’s two guards stop Worf, instead of Geordi. Picard prevents Geordi from murdering Vagh. The Romulans have always wanted to destroy the Fed-Klingon Alliance. Kell – I am a Klingon, an emissary of the high council. I will not submit to being searched by you or anyone else on this ship. Vagh – I am forced to agree, Captain. We will take the ambassador and search him ourselves. Vagh’s two guards grab Kell. Kell – I believe it to be in all our best interests if I remain aboard. I formally request asylum. Vagh reaches across his body to slap comm. badge on upper left shoulder. Speaks to initiate transport. Klingon transporter is a quick solid red wipe from top to bottom with a few residual gold sparkles I Am Klingon, Strange New Worlds II Klingons never bluff, never make a bluffing move Klingons never surrender, never make a move looking lie surrender toj tlhInganpu’ We face our enemy Deanna had committed to helping Worf make his new Training Program work Worf daily Mok’bara sessions part of preparing crew to face enemy Hand to hand against Klingon warriors, the toughest adversary imaginable Data helped Worf with program – devised safety overrides Worf thinks high violence necessary. Anger boiled his blood, angry at his failure SeymoH QeH – anger excites Worf not familiar with term guinea pig Worf & Picard consider real time war games in corridors too risky A lifeboat from a Klingon ship over 100 years old. Passenger in stasis field, revived Crusher had to sedate moments after revival – went berserk Man did not appear Klingon – lacked forehead. Moustache and beard. Almond dark face. To Worf he looked like a pathetic joke, an aberration. Internally Klingon. Bioengineered. Deliberately made to look un-Klingon. Old style Klingon uniform. As if he fled. Un-Klingon-like Lifeboat is of Klingon design. PIqaD found. Old Klingon style computer He is like a coward who deserted battle. He deserves no compassion K’pril, son of Korpi. Warrior Acid smell of Klingon blood This does not smell like a Klingon vessel A runt – why wasn’t he killed at birth? Star System Loski, got cut off in early days of war on Federation. Military misadventures, freak accidents As Klingon commanders were trained to do in such cases Adm. Loski, military governor of entire star system, carried on Stretched the boundaries of military ingenuity with science K’pril, scientist, helped devise plan to infiltrate Fed. Bioengineer Klingon physiology so warriors could infiltrate targets not accessible to overt Klingon forces. Physical transformation in phases. Great joy among the warriors. Accepted because it meant a chance to fight. Not at a distance but hand-to-hand as a Klingon warrior was meant to fight. Nearly every member of KDF in system Early probes proved successful – K-7, Sherman’s Planet. Partially altered Kor and troops For a time the Feds believed the modified physiology prevailed throughout empire To Loski’s delight his warriors even get aboard Enterprise and examine it. K'pril’s house has produced scientists for generations. Worf has never heard of house Loski challenged in personal combat several times, doubts arose in subcommanders Homeworld reestablished contact and ordered programme halted. Loski ignored orders and went renegade. Chaos and civil war erupted, lasted for months. K’pril stayed with Loski. Loski ordered suicide attack against superior forces. K’pril had rare genetic trait that would make transformation fatal. Question my honor and I will kill you I do not want to be safe toH! Worf prided himself in his knowledge of Klingon history. He’d heard only scant mention of bioengineering affair, minor incident spanned several years. High Council was embarrassed. Buried it. House of K’pril dissolved in disgrace Until now, Worf had never looked at visual images of Kor at Organia. IKV Pagh coming in two hours to take K’pril Old soldiers never die – they do not exist He shames the empire No right way, but an Honorable One Qo’ – I refuse Worf runs to his room and grabs two bat’leths Klingons do not take hostages Klingons are resourceful K’pril smaller but faster, more determined, more vicious, laughed and taunted Neurological system failure, even his redundant systems Somebody will ask Worf about this in the future and he will answer it is a long story The empire had interpreted Crusher’s report to show K’pril died in battle There is a chance his house may be restored to honor Admitting weakness, fatal before a Klingon but admissible before his human Captain. Still rankled. Strained relations with Deanna after incident In Theory Worf unfamiliar with poltergeist, and not in favor of possibility. Worf in favor of more stringent security measures than Picard believes warranted. Data tries relationship with Worf’s security officer Lt. Jenna D’Sora Redemption Enterprise en route to Klingon Homeworld, where Picard participate in installation of Gowron, leader of High Council. Arrive in less then a day. Worf practicing bat’leth in his quarters. Replaces it on wall Worf - I have been told that patience is sometimes a more effective weapon than the sword. Picard – Patience is a human virtue, I’m glad you’ve taken it to heart. Doesn’t this situation require a more Klingon response? Worf’s discommendation is a façade to protect less honorable men. Lies must be challenged. Worf has grown weary of this dishonor Bortas comes out to intercept Enterprise, claim to be escort, though no escort scheduled. Big ship Gowron – we will have to move quickly if we are to be successful. In preventing a Klingon civil war. The family of Duras is massing support. They have many allies on the council. Duras died in disgrace, by Klingon tradition his family should share that disgrace, but their corruption has poisoned the empire. honor will soon have no meaning. Women may not serve on the council, Gowron doesn’t know how Lursa and B’Etor are influencing, but they are plotting something. They have secured the loyalty of at least three fleet commanders. Lursa and B’Etor are feared, fear is power. Picard was chosen as Arbiter because no Klingon could be trusted. Gowron wants Picard to insure Gowron’s installation. Picard refuses to step outside the traditional role of the Arbiter. Gowron fears Klingon law will not be enough to insure his Picard has Worf escort Gowron to transporter Worf – I would speak with you Gowron, arms folded on the transporter – I do not hear the words of traitors Worf – I am not a traitor. Gowron – You admitted your guilt before the council. Worf – I accepted discommendation to protect the empire. it was Duras’s father who betrayed our people to the Romulans at Khitomer, not mine. Gowron all excited sticks his face in Worf’s – Duras?! There is proof of this? Why would you accept dishonor to protect Duras? Worf – His family was too powerful. To expose him would have split the empire. instead the council chose to blame my father. Gowron runs over and collapses against the transporter console – The council knew!! Worf – I believe you to be a man of honor, Gowron. I ask you, restore my family name. Gowron – Worf, you killed Duras. I consider that no small favor. But what you ask is impossible. The grasp of Duras reaches up from the grave. Much of the council is still loyal to his family. I must have the Council’s support to survive. I cannot expose their treachery. You chose to accept this disgrace for the good of the empire. now you must live with your decision, like a Klingon. Enterprise and BortaS approach a very green planet with a large reddish sun or other planet beyond. Worf and Guinan target practice. Worf at level 14. Guinan had bet with Picard that she could make Worf laugh before he became Lt. Commander. Not a good bet today. Klingons do not laugh. Guinan has seen Worf laugh, seen Klingon belly laughs that’d curl your hair. Alexander laughs. Alexander is having difficulty adjusting to life on earth. Confusing being Klingon, living with humans. It will not be easy for him, but at some point he’ll want to know what it is really like to be a Klingon. Worf requests, and is granted, a leave of absence. White guy at tactical in his absence Worf locates the ship Kurn is captain of. Clangy doors. Crossed flat swords with curvy blades on wall, with ? broken end blades of bat’leth below them. Another crossed sword display behind chair against other wall. Box screen things against wall. Large salad bowl with mound of salt in it, Pitcher and cups on table against wall. Kurn takes a drink, doesn’t offer any to Worf. Kurn – Gowron will not live to see the day he leads the council. He stands alone, surrounded by his enemies. Lursa and B’Etor would have him killed. And if they don’t, I will. Gowron is weak. The family of Duras must never be allowed to lead the council. Our leaders have failed us. They no longer deserve our loyalty. It is time to sweep away the old council and put a new one in its place. Kurn already has the support of four squadron commanders in key strategic sectors. When the time comes they will follow me. we will usher in a new era and regain our family name. Gowron spits in your face when you ask him to give back what is rightfully ours and you would support him? Worf – Gowron completed the Right of Succession. We cannot regain honor by acting dishonorably. I am the elder brother. I speak for our family. We will back Gowron. We will wait until he feels the grasp of his enemies around his throat, then we will offer him our support. And the price will be the restoration of our family name. Kurn – It will be difficult to convince my allies to support Gowron. But I will try. I must go to the Mempa sector to meet with the other squadron commanders. Council members arranged in line either side of chair. Various raised platforms behind chair, white. Red Trefoil symbol on wall, glowing white lights on wall. Chandelier one red light directed down, metal mesh around 12 spokes. Gowron near K’Tal. Picard steps up. K’Tal - naDev ghos! Have you reached a decision regarding the succession of power? Picard – [cc] qaja plu d’itch jung! la woq yon ghir klas qimha! Gorwon. Doj hon doj hon. K’Tal – Gowron, son of M’rel. Hakt’em. The arbiter confirms that you have completed the rite of succession. Your enemies have been destroyed. You stand alone. Do you wish to claim leadership of the council? Gowron – I wish it. K’Tal turns to the door – Are there no other challengers? After a moment Picard walks up to empty chair with robe draped across it. He picks up robe and Gowron moves towards it when Toral enters, adolescent in military garb, red sleeves, red wrist gauntlets, from side entrance at end of hall Toral – There is one. I will challenge him Gowron pulls his d’k tahg – An arrogant child. K’Tal grabs Gowron’s wrist – Who are you Toral – I am Toral, son of Duras. Gowron – Duras had no son. Lursa and B’Etor enter. Lursa red wrist gauntlets Lursa – But he did, Gowron. Gowron – So, this is your doing, Lursa. Lursa – We wish to address the council. K’Tal looks around, other elderly council member – Lursa, B’Etor, come forward. Lursa – Members of the High Council, it is a day of rejoicing for the family of Duras and the Klingon empire. we have discovered that our brother did indeed have a son and heir. Gowron – This is outrageous, Duras had no mate. Where did you find him, Lursa? In a harlot’s bedchamber? Toral – I will personally cut your tongue out, yIntagh! Gowron – Impudent wretch B’Etor – A simple genetic scan will prove his bloodline is valid. Gowron – The illegitimate son of Duras cannot rule the High Council K’Tal – The Arbiter will consider his validity. Len’mat Everyone wanders away. Lursa and B’Etor at home. Upholstered beige couches with frilly edged cushions. Grille work against walls. Art work in glass case. Multi-lined wall unit. Large door opens from lobby to living room. Red light panels at ceiling. Metal chair with circular cutouts. Large low coffee table with other table stacked under it. U-shaped art work. Window full of light, stone and string art work on sill. Single flat sword with curvy blade on wall on either side of window. Primitive head, prominent nose sandstone sculpture in corner. Lursa tells Sela and Rom agent Movar our allies on the council backed Toral’s claim. Toral – Why not just kill Picard? B’Etor backhanded slap with right hand – Fool! Do we want the Fed as our enemy? Kurn has met with the other squadron leaders. Three will join Kurn and Worf, one will not. That gives us enough strength to control seven key sectors. The Duras sisters have at least seven squadrons. But most of the fleet have not decided which banner to follow. Gowron is nearly out of options. Soon he will have no choice. Kurn is returning to the homeworld. Enterprise has original logs recorded during the attack on Khitomer. Communications between the Khitomer outpost and the Romulan ships. Complete record at Starbase 24. Picard makes the files available to anyone. Personal message comes from Lursa and B’Etor to Picard. He goes for tea. B’Etor seats him, Lursa brings tray with tea, Earl Gray, hot. In square mug. Lursa has metal mug. B’Etor puzzled – You come along, and unarmed. Picard – Nothing will be served by killing the Arbiter before his decision. B’Etor strokes her fingernails along Picard’s bald scalp – Nevertheless, a brave act. Lursa scolds her. Lursa and B’Etor should have extended an invitation to Picard much sooner. Don’t judge us by your experience with our brother. B’Etor – Duras was a fool. Lursa - He deserved to die B’Etor – Forget him. He have. Lursa – We do not wish to be your enemy. B’Etor – Quite the opposite. Toral has the bloodline to lead the Empire into the next century. He has the support of the people. If Lursa and B’Etor were victorious in civil war it would mean the end of the alliance with the Fed. Not a threat, just a n unfortunate truth. B’Etor – We would hate to se that happen as much as you would. Why be our enemy when you can be our friend? Picard’s decision will be announced at high sun tomorrow. Excellent tea. High sun is pretty cloudy. Lursa, B’Etor and Toral are in High Council chamber. Picard faces chair platform. Gowron to one side on platform, elder, female and very dark warrior in long council vest around him. K’Tal faces Picard from in front of chair. The law of heredity – a son shall share in the honors or crimes of his father. Toral as Duras’ son has been established by genetic scan. A boy who has fought no battles, shed no blood for his people, nor earned honor for himself. Duras is dead, his claim to the leadership died with him. Gowron shall lead the council Gowron - the Arbiter has ruled. There are no more challenges. Toral squeaks up – does the Fed dictate Klingon destiny? Or do we? Follow me, and I shall show you honor. Gowron – Follow him, and you reject all Klingon law. Council members start filing out. Gowron – Can you not see what you are doing? Are you blind to what they represent? Then go. Your blood will paint the way to the future. Worf comes to see Gowron on the BortaS. Room off bridge, arrows and snowshoes on wall. He offers four Klingon squadrons. They are pledged to support Kurn. His true blood lines were hidden to protect him. Kurn has opposed Gowron in the past. You hide behind human excuses. What are you Worf? Do you tremble and quake with fear at the approach of combat? Hoping to talk your way out of a fight like a human. Or do you hear the cry of the warrior, calling you to battle, calling you to glory like a Klingon? Two Birds of prey attack bortaS, aft shields down, warp coils damaged. Send an emergency signal to any loyal ship. Worf jumps right on the Klingon controls. Elderly engineer- impulse engines not responding. Console above and beyond Gowron’s chair blows up, slides down the stairs. Port shields fail, life support fails, puts out general distress call. Worf proposes letting bird think bortaS is helpless, draw them in to fire torpedoes manually. Calls out distance in kellicams. Blows one up, other raises shields in time, continues attack. Kurn comes to rescue. Hegh’Ta, we come to defend the empire and follow the banner of Gowron. Gowron underestimated Lursa and B’Etor. Gowron goes ahead with his installation Picard’s final duty is to finally put the cloak on Gowron. Receive now the loyalty of the council and of the empire, Qapla Nadev ghoS Worf approaches, knees before Gowron Gowron – You both fought as warriors. You have proven your hearts are Klingon. With a d’k tahg I return your family honor. I give you back that which was wrongfully taken from you. Let your name be spoken once again, you are Worf, son of Mogh. Worf right hand grasps blade, draws red blood The Duras family is gathering a large force near Beta Thoridor, Gowron formally requests assistance in fighting these enemies of the empire. by right and tradition, Gowron is the sole leader. all who oppose him are traitors. Worf – We must intervene, the Duras family is corrupt and hungry for power with no sense of honor or loyalty. They represent a grave threat to the security of the Fed. Would align Klingons with Romulans, fundamental shift in balance of power. Ordered to return to duty at once, Worf resigns his commission, pin on table. Worf, in Klingon garb, packs his 50 s make up case, clothes, books. Weapons officer on bortaS. I’ve spent most of my life among humans, but I was born a Klingon, my heart is of that world. I do hear the cry of the warrior. I belong with my people. Picard – I felt what was unique about you was your humanity, compassion, generosity, fairness, you took the best qualities of humanity and made them part of you. The result was a man I was proud to call one of my officers. Everyone has lined the corridor to see Worf transport off. Worf on Kurn’s bird of prey the Hegh’ta, under attack by two other birds. Worf, behind to left, consuls withdraw. Kurn tells him to keep his place. Kurn plots course near sun, navigator to right raises objections. Kurn commands ghoS, other two birds fall into sun. Three major engagements in past two weeks, all won by ships loyal to Duras family. Fed staying neutral. But if the Duras are being aided by Roms it is Fed concern. The Roms have been trying to destroy the Klingon/Fed alliance fro the past 20 years. The Duras are able to field such an overpowering force against Gowron. Some would call it good leadership. Picard propose sending a fleet to the Rom/Klingon border to expose any Rom supplies. A blockade. Geordi has tachyon grid to expose Rom ships that pass through. In Capital City, neutral ground, bar, head banging contest, arm wrestling, Kurn punches chubby Larg. You always did have fools working for you. Now not so many. Larg – You were lucky, Kurn, but luck always runs out. Someday I will stand over your broken corpse and drink to the victory of the Duras. Kurn – Worf, this piece of baktag is Captain Larg, he commanded the squadron who tried to destroy us yesterday. Larg – the infamous Worf, son of Mogh. Good to drink with you Kurn, may you die well. Toss mugs of ale and growl in parting Worf upset that Kurn drinks with the enemy Kurn – How many are Duras’ men, how many are Gowron’s? Does it matter when we meet in battle we will fight to the death. But here were are all warriors. All Klingons. Worf has been seeing to he repairs of the Hegh’ta, the port stabilizers. Kurn – Is there nothing in your heart but duty? We all have responsibilities and duties. But you and I are warriors fighting in a great war. You and I will fight battles that others can only dream of. The time for glory is here. It is not a time to worry about stabilizers. It is a time to celebrate, for tomorrow we all may die. Let us, the sons of Mogh, live this night as if it were our last. Lursa and B’Etor are in the upper back part of the bar. Now wearing all black outfits. Worf is not like his brother. He tries to be, but he is still unsure of himself. Perhaps he needs something to help restore his confidence. Lursa – I think he’ll find our offer appealing B’Etor – I’ll make sure he does The Romulan convoy is late, the Duras forces need supplies. Gowron has suffered another loss near the Mempa sector. Gowron’s forces there are in full retreat. They will need to regroup near Beta Lankal. Kurn gives update to Gowron brooding in darkened council with red trefoil on wall behind chair. Three weeks ago Gowron’s forces destroyed the Duras supply bases in that sector. Picard’s blockade fleet of 20 ships leaves SB 234 for Klingon territory. Toral doesn’t know what to do, B’Etor whispers in Lursa’s ear while Sela gives commands to Movar. Toral all in black little warrior’s outfit too Kluge challenges Gowron’s leadership. Gowron must answer this challenge to his authority. Worf sees it as a waste of time and resources, battling amongst ourselves like a pack of Ferengi. While Worf holds Kludge, Gowron comes up and stabs him to death. Now the war can continue. A Klingon does not postpone a matter of honor. Worf wants Gowron to postpone all challenges until we are victorious. Worf – A Klingon should place the good of the empire above pride. Kurn did not want to follow Gowron, upset at Worf’s criticism of Gowron, perhaps Worf wants to challenge him to the leadership of the council. The time for debate is over. We are Klingons, he is our leader. if that is not enough for you then perhaps you made the wrong choice when you put on that uniform. Kurn storms out of bar. Worf set upon by Duras’ men, dragged out. O’Brien handles Worf’s aft rail station with Riker, Geordi, Data away. Sela confronts Picard and Enterprise from Rom warbird. B’Etor purrs over Worf’s snoring smells his palm, up his arm, his neck. He grasps her hair, regains consciousness, startled to see her. Worf – your family has never valued honor. B’Etor – You knew only our brother. We are not like him. Lursa – Our brother made many mistakes. One was to make you an enemy. B’Etor – We would rather be your friends Worf – Then you should not have opposed Gowron. B’Etor humping Worf – Gowron is nothing! Lursa – Toral is Duras’ only son. And he will be the leader of the council. In your heart even you know that. But Toral needs guidance, a firm hand. A father figure. That could be you. If you were mated to B’Etor. B’Etor – The rewards cold be greater than you can imagine. Nothing would stand in our way. We could rule the empire together. Lursa – Join us, Worf, and usher in a new era for your people! Worf – An Era where honor has no meaning? Where Klingons trade loyalties in dark rooms? And the Empire is ruled from Romulus? Worf trusts B’Etor off him and stands up. Sela calls in to cancel Lursa’s attempt to woo Worf. Worf doesn’t react to Tasha’s daughter. Turn him over to the guard. B’Etor can have him back, when they’ve finished getting information. Lursa is not happy Klingon comm. monitor screen square, slightly narrower at top, edges thickened and broken into angles. Picard proposes Gowron launch a full scale attack now on the Duras fleet, to make the Roms try to bring supplies across the detection grid. Once the Rom connection has been exposed, support will fall away from Lursa and B’Etor. Gowron – I will make preparations, One thing more, Picard. Worf has been captured by the Duras. I hope he dies well. Qapla! Data detects Rom ships, Sela reverse course, tell Lursa and B’Etor they’re on their own. They need the supplies Capital city, ?Duras home, narrow tall building, flames around. Shots from orbit. Toral paces in living room. Lursa and B’Etor come in, defeat!. The Romulans never came. Worf brought in by Romulans. B’Etor goes over, raises his battered head, looks at him a moment, then spits to the side and walks away. Lursa instructs Kill him, Worf battles weapons from guards. Lursa had small square transporter device up her gauntlet, removes herself and B’Etor from the fray. Toral left behind. Kurn comes in at the end of Worf’s fight. With a couple of other Klingons. Kurn sees Toral, goes over – Toral, the next leader of the empire. Gowron is looking forward to seeing you again. Toral closes his eyes. Enterprise goes back to Klingon homeworld to present council with full report of Romulan encounter. The info on the Rom supply ships will prove very useful. Worf and Kurn enter council chamber, stand either side of Gowron’s chair, to deal with Toral, son of Duras, convicted of treason. Toral – The Duras family will one day rule the Empire. Gowron smiles bug eyes– Perhaps, but not today. Worf, this child’s family wrongly took your name and your honor from you. In return I give his life to you. Gowron pulls d’k tahg from right gauntlet. Worf drops knife. Assembled members mutter. Kurn steps up. What’s wrong? Kill him! It is our way. It’s the Klingon way. Worf – I know, but it is not my way. This boy has done me no harm and I will not kill him for the crimes of his family. Gowron – Then it falls to Kurn Kurn picks up the knife, but Worf objects – You gave me his life and I have spared it. Gowron – As you wish. Toral hightails it out of there. Worf goes back with Picard. Kurn stands disgruntled facing Gowron, others gather round. Potential baby index Worf/B’Etor now or genetic material gathered for later K'Tal is the longest serving member of the Klingon High Council. Nine members total. The Fourth Toast, Strange New Worlds III To Battle, a good Klingon toast. Richard Castillo learned the saying A Good Day To Die from his Klingon acquaintances. Adopting a tribble still an option for Fed personnel. Time rift with war-torn Fed of the Future about to be devastated by Klingons. knowledge of Klingon War caused Castillo to devote himself to Klingon peace. Klingons came to know and trust Castillo. He made a difference. Turned down official Ambassadorial duties. Unofficial ambassador. Captain Richard Castillo. There are rumors every once in a while about survivors of Narendra III, humans, Klingons, held by Romulans. Alternate timeline Klingons very nearly exploited Fed weaknesses. Star Trek The Next Generation
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