Darmok
Picard appreciates Worf’s prudence, but Tamarians seem to be peaceful.
The Tamarians have daggers in holders across their chests.
Worf analyzes the situation as a contest between the captains.
Riker orders Worf to take security team and shuttle to surface. Damaged by Tamarian ship, he could still land, but not take off. Riker orders him to return to Enterprise, which Worf reluctantly does.
Worf has confidence in Picard’s ability as a warrior, he will succeed.
Worf in favor of shooting, it could start a war but it would end the stalemate.
Ensign Ro
Worf – Maintain tricorder security link while investigating caves
Orta, leader of splinter group of Bajorans, with voice synthesizer.
Gul Dolak patrolling Cardassian border for Bajoran terrorists.
Picard more concerned with protecting Federation honor than keeping Cardassian treaty.
  Badlands I Part 2 by Susan Wright
P157 the Cardassian Empire was a military-based society, yet unlike the Klingons, they were not known for their honor. 
P189 Cardassian Jos Mengred inclined his head in respectful greeting to Worf – Lt. Worf. I have hear much about the ferocity and prowess of Klingons in battle. Is it true?
Worf clearly had not expected a personal question at this moment. He glanced uneasily at Picard, who nodded for him to reply – Klingon tradition honors those who fight well in battle.
Mengred – Then our people have much in common. I look forward to comparing cultures.
From the look on Worf’s face, Riker knew there was no cause to worry that the Klingon would be fooled by Mengred’s charm.
P192 Worf nodded to his security guards to bring up the rear. It was an honor guard, he had insisted to the captain. But even without phasers, there was no mistaking the true nature of their orders. Worf kept a close eye on the two Cardassians. Mengred was older than the military guls and glinns Worf had dealt with before. His aide Pakat moved with the power and grace of a warrior yet he didn’t have the arrogant swagger of the Cardassian military officers.  These two agents for the Obsidian Order saw everything. Worf’s Spartan tastes ran toward less opulent surroundings than Enterprise standard crew quarters. Worf had supervised the removal of the computer terminals from both rooms, sealing off the cables. The last Cardassian observation team confined to quarters after one attempted to access the defense codes from the ship’s computer. The ODN node was left tantalizingly exposed. Worf had tapped the ODN lines just before the seal, to alert if the Cardassians tried to access the ship’s computer. He hadn’t yet had time to inform the captain about this precaution. 
Worf trusted the abilities of the guards, and he felt confident in returning to the shuttle bay to examine the Hawking. He was not surprised when his security team informed him that the memory core of the Hawking had been accessed and downloaded. If the Cardassians had performed any sabotage on the shuttle, he intended to find it and reveal that they had acted dishonorably. A security team was already performing scans on the personal effects of the Cardassians. 
P198 Worf had already secured 10 Forward for the reception and was standing near the door.
The security guard, female, Lt. Rev. she knew better than to do more than exchange a few pleasantries. Mengred puts her into a fugue-like state. 
Troi was analyzing Worf’s behavior during the recent Klingon civil war. Troi recorded the murder of K’Ehleyr, the mother of Worf’s child, in her files. Troi mentioned that Worf was relieved that his family name was finally cleared when the Duras family challenge failed to gain the leadership of the Klingon High Council.
Cardassian knowledge of the details of the recent Klingon civil war was insufficient at best. 
P228 Worf had enabled a continuous computer surveillance of each Cardassian. The program displays included a moving blueprint of each deck as the Cardassians proceeded through the ship. Tiny red lights to indicate the location of each Cardassian, each one was accompanied by a yellow light denoting security personnel. Security Guard Zee was appointed to Pakat for this half-shift. Worf knew Zee was prepared to jump the railing at the first wrong move Pakat made. Lt. Rev would submit a report on what had occurred when she was relieved of security duty at half-shift. 
Worf was running the usual security protocols when entering an unexplored system. He was actively scanning for wave and particle emissions within the solar system, attempting to detect artificial sources of energy. At least half his control/display panel was occupied with tracking the Cardassians on board. He also kept several long-range sensors focused on the Galor-class warship whenever it emerged from the distant Badlands. 
Worf reduced the tracking program to a small cryptic readout on his panel. Worf was proud of his foresight when Mengred approached a few steps closer to the tactical station. When Zee didn’t as much as glance at Mengred, Worf decided to commend him in his next report. 
P233 Worf quoted from the book – Starfleet Command is the operating authority for the scientific, exploratory, and defensive activities of the Federation. 
Mengred – Science, exploration, and defense. Not the sort of place I would expect to find a warrior.
Worf went rigid with resentment at the dig. He refused to reply. 
Mengred – I would think you’d take your rightful position in the Klingon Empire. now that your people’s difficulties are over. Surely a warrior such as yourself would be in command of his own ship. 
Worf noted Mengred’s hungry eyes, looking for signs that he had struck a nerve. It reminded Worf of Klingon testing behavior, leading up to a physical confrontation. 
Worf – Pahtk! You are without honor or you would not make a challenge you know I cannot accept.
Worf was determined not to listen to the pugh.
P244 Worf was much cooler, belying the legendary Klingon volatility. Worf had turned out to be a mystery to Mengred, much to his chagrin. Worf didn’t fit the hard-drinking, boastful stereotype of a Klingon warrior. If anything, Worf was more proper and tightly wound than the other Starfleet officers.
Silicon Avatar
Worf breaks through to Riker and others in cave on world devastated by Crystaline Entity.
Riker – Lt. Worf, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight.
White guy with conservative haircut at tactical for establishing shot, Worf must be farther along the rail for dialog close up.
Disaster
Worf uncomfortable in 10 Forward with attention paid to pregnant Keiko. 
Worf tending to people in 10 Forward, with Riker and Data. Worf stays in charge in 10 Forward as wounded come in. Riker and Data head for Engineering.
Worf – There will be a sharp pain as I set the bone. Good, you bore that well.
Worf believes contractions are not uncommon in later stages of pregnancy. This is not a good time for Keiko to go into labor. Like it or not Worf, this baby is coming a month early.
Worf took the Starfleet Emergency Medical course. In computerized simulation he assisted in delivery of human baby. 
Worf – Congratulations, you are now fully dilated to 10 centimeters. You may now give birth. Bearing down is the next step. The computer simulation was not like this. That delivery was very orderly. You must push with each contraction, and I must urge you gently but firmly to push harder. 
Keiko – I AM PUSHING!
Worf – I have the baby. I will slap the child to induce breathing. I will cut the umbilical cord. Blanket. I believe she looks like Chief O’Brien. 
Keiko –You were wonderful Worf, I couldn’t have done it without you. 
  War Drums by John Vornholt 
2 naked Klingon figures come out of trees, attacks humans working, snatched up every morsel of food in sight, other naked Klingons swarm out of woods, screeching and leaping, attacking ferociously. Visual log shows snarling feral creatures. One phasered in the back, taken prisoner. The boy looked as if he fully expected to die, but his battered face remained proud and defiant. He looked like a Klingon. 
Klingons were warriors who relished a fight but they relished the ritual, weaponry and rules of battle just as much. Strict codes of behavior and a great deal of pride. 
In a year on Selva, New Reykjavik human colonists attacked by roving gang of Klingons 42 times. 11 dead, 69 wounded. 
Picard orders Worf to contact the Klingon High Council and find out how there came to be Klingons on Selva. 
Gangly, surly Archivist puts Worf on hold, jagged Klingon insignia on viewscreen. Librarian was so surly he could put the meanest Klingon assassin to shame. Klingons were not the best or most conscientious record keepers, and those who chose that unpopular profession often became arrogant beyond belief.
Ten years ago there was a series of Romulan attacks on the Kapor’At colonies. The Kapor’At solar system was settled by Klingons, even though the Romulans claim it, as they do everything. Conflict was inevitable, and the Romulans initiated a series of raids that eventually let to the Klingons abandoning the solar system. All of those colonies were deserted and the Kapor’At abandoned. What happened to the refugees from those attacks classified. Fed records have no details about escape vessels and refugees. Could they have gone to the Plyrana system? It’s directly between Kapor’At and the home planets. Kapor’At only 42 light years from Selva. At the height of the attacks the Der’Nath colony put forty-eight young children, ages infants to six, on a chunDab class freighter bound for Kling. But they never reached it. No wreckage was ever recovered, and the freighter was presumed destroyed by the Romulans. There was a negotiated settlement with the Romulans and one of the agreements was that the records be classified. 
the way the entire incident has been hushed up and the records classified, the council must be ashamed of the way they capitulated to the Romulans. Perhaps the Romulans bought them off or made some sort of secret deal for Kapor’At. Romulans and certain Klingon factions have been known to bargain in secret and ten years ago was a very unstable time for the empire. they may not wish to have the survivors found and everyone reminded of what happened at Kapor’At. 
Article 749.3 of the Klingon Federation Alliance states that the Klingon Empire and the Federation will freely exchange any and all information pertaining to the rescue and safety of stranded refugees.
Archivist transmits data, appreciate it if it is kept confidential
Worf viewed the visual log of the Selva attack twice and estimated the eldest Klingon looked about 15 terran years. They act as if they were raised without the benefit of Klingon heritage to channel their aggressive tendencies. 
When there’s a war it’s customary for Klingons to send the youngest children away while everyone else remains to fight. To the death if need be. 
Worf – Once humans have made up their minds to hate Klingons, there isn’t much that can be done.
Data – Despite seventy years of peace, conditioned antipathy is a strong emotion.
chunDab class freighters capable of atmospheric entry, trapezoidal in shape with three decks, bridge, crew quarters/life support, and a large cargo bay. 
Klingons are allies of the Federation. They have the same rights as Federation citizens. Since their residency on Selva predates that of the colonists they cannot be removed from the planet without their consent, according to regulation 3144.5 subparagraph eight. Under normal circumstances the colonists would need their permission to be there. The Prime Directive does not apply to our allies and all Klingons are our allies whether they know it or not.
There are males and females on that ship and they are reaching an age when they’ll have children of their own.
Picard orders Worf to inform High Council about the suspicions about children on Selva. Give them the opportunity to make a recommendation.
Ro wishes the Bajora were like Klingons, more aggressive and fought like animals, but Bajorans are civilized.
25 chay’. tlhlngan Hol Dajatlh’a’?
27 pich vlghajbe’
Lu’
31 Worf talks to Kang, on the High Council, they do not wish to bring up the loss of the Kapor’At colonies, the records are sealed, the histories rewritten, and that’s the way they want them to stay. Worf suspects there may be a way to secretly repatriate the survivors to the home worlds, but there will be no official help.
Worf – I have known what it is to be orphaned and cut off from my own people. To lose my laws and heritage. My adoptive parents returned them to me, and I will do the same for the survivors of Kapor’At.
Worf showed he had a certain amount of lung power himself as he bellowed in his deepest voice yitamchoH!
The boy drummed and howled and made guttural groans. Am I dead? frantic drumming. 
Turrok. Tossed into the woods at age 4. 
Deanna to Worf – You’re good at bonding with children. Later maybe you can introduce him to your son. 
Worf wouldn’t trust this wild creature with his boy for two seconds. 
Balak is chief. Age 16
Klingons play more physical games than humans
It was so idyllic it made his stomach turn
There are billions of Klingons all over the galaxy
Klingons kill 12 colonists
45 ghargh
Selva located near the disputed frontier of Romulan and Klingon space. That border was relatively peaceful now and it had its own de facto neutral zone, of which the deserted Klingon colonies at Kapor’At were a part. 
Worf tried to give the youngster some space while standing close enough to grab him in an instant if he resorted to violence.
Klingons dressed in black animal skins
Dead Klingon in pit
Worf had seen more than his share of death
Balak – Knife-god, giver of Death and Truth, tell us if Turrok is infected with evil. If he is innocent let him live, if he is evil, kill him.
Worf has ideas, they all involve smashing Balak in the mouth
Worf snored contentedly. Worf bolted out of his thermal sleeping bag. He could tell by the tingling on the hairs of his neck that something was wrong.
Worf trod to the edge of the slope and relieved himself in the cold misty air. Defiling the children’s sacred place.
You touched my crown yesterday, I am like you. Everywhere we live in peace and respect with humans. 
94 Wolm, girl. Pojra, Krell and Maltz.
The way to a Klingon’s heart is through his stomach.
90 years ago all vegetation on Selva wiped out by tsunami.
Worf thought about his own family and the pain and humiliation they had suffered due to political machinations. So-called civilized Klingons fought and killed among themselves for far less worthy reasons than hunger and survival. The savages were noble in their desires.
Balak was a type of Klingon Worf recognized well, one who ruled through intimidation and strength. 
Thinking of Romulans made Worf’s stomach clench in knots.
Klingons loved ceremony and formality
We cannot be stronger than men, but we are smarter.
O’Brien is on duty in the transporter room. Deanna is supposed to be down on the planet taming a bunch of murderous Klingons. so far he’s transported 15 full course meals and 20 musical instruments. 
Worf wrestles with Balak. Worf knocks Balak out against a tree branch. 
Leave the cuts and bruises, let the others see and remember.
Two boys the most gifted drummers of the children
21 children, 14 males and 7 females. 
Worf described the great Klingon Empire, all the fantastic cities that encompassed dozens of planets and the noble ships that plied the space between them. Then he talked a little about the Federation and the hard-won friendship between that loosely knit body and the empire. 
Dr. Louise Drayton, Balak’s goddess, lover, operates displacer, a whiplike weapon, credited to Romulans or the Ferengi. Outlawed in the Fed as a weapon of torture. 
She showed Klingons how to fight human settlers. Really a surgically altered Romulan. Escapes into the forests of Selva, probably killed in tsunami
Lupo, young Klingon male
Officially the Romulans vacated this sector in exchange for the Klingons vacating Kapor’At. What if the Romulans have never left.
Wolm kills Balak with knife to the chest. She hated him because he only wanted to kill.
Maltz, large boy, leader after Balak’s death
Aretian system 6 hours away from Selva. Aretians and Pargites conflict. 5 hours away at warp nine.
Klingon proverb – A murder is not worthy unless it is earned.
We are Klingons! We are warriors! We settle wars and disputes with blood, and the greatest joy for a Klingon is to die in battle! You will always be brothers and sisters because of your experiences here. But you must bond with your people, the Klingons and the Klingon Empire. like you I was not a Klingon, because I was not raised as one. But when I was old enough, as you are, my foster parents began to teach me what it was to be a Klingon. They are great believers in tradition. Later I went to live among my kinsman, as you may chose to do. They taught me to be Klingon, as I will teach you. You will become one with me, and all other Klingons, and take me as your brother. We have a ritual called the R’uustai. The Bonding. You will become part of my family and I of yours. We will be brothers and sisters forever, and you will be Klingons, not just look like Klingons. we will need lights for the R’uustai. 
Always use five candles for the R’uustai in honor of the five stages of birth. Sash with family insignia also utilized. The children wear their chuck skins sash like. Sew it into a new sash, along with the insignia of your birth family. Look each other in the eyes and make a spiritual bond as well as a physical bond. To complete the R’uustai we say the words, SoS jlH batlh SoH. With those words we honor the memory of our mothers. It bonds us as one family that is stronger than two separate families. 
One by one the young Klingons came forward under the mystical light of the five lanterns to exchange a vow that honored their mothers. One by one Worf welcomed them into his own family and the brotherhood of Klingons. when he finished with the larger group he exchanged the vow and handshake [would normally light candle] with each of the lantern bearers, ending with Turrok. 
Worf to Turrok – You will always be my first brother.
Perhaps the children can be repatriated in secret to the homeworlds
Be brave. A Klingon holds up his head and does not look afraid.
Selva human colonists stun Klingons when they arrive to make peace, to put them on trial for murder and hang them.
Deanna had seen Worf angry before, but never quite like this. 
230 Do’Ha!
247 cutting loose with several colorful Klingon phrases, Worf grabbed Maltz and motioned him to retreat. 
Despite decades of rhetoric about peace between humans and Klingons, the fact remained that the two races were still mostly segregated. The crew of the Enterprise took Worf for granted, forgetting few other humans ever came into direct contact with Klingons. Picard had turned into one of the foremost experts on Klingon affairs, but that was due entirely to his involvement with Worf. how many humans ever had face-to-face contact with Klingons, let alone spent extended time with them? 
Worf had lived on Earth and was familiar with tsunamis
Maltz leveled the blade at Worf and snarled – This is for you if you betray us again.
Worf – If I betray you, I will use it on myself.
The Klingons placed the bodies of their dead in the ship that crashed. 
Another tsunami threatens Selva humans and Klingons. 
266 Klingon subspace transmission regret to inform Enterprise that they have no starships in the immediate vicinity. They are dispatching the BaHchu, which will reach Selva in nine hours.
After everybody saved from tsunami in old Klingon freighter, most Klingon youngsters decide to stay on Selva, rebuilt with human colonists.
Wolm and Turrok decided to go with the Klingon vessel. They want to learn what they can from the empire and return home to Selva. 
Potential baby index Dr. Louise Drayton/Balak
The Game
Worf participates in surprise party for Wesley and makes Tarvokian pound cake himself for the occasion.
Worf falls under spell of the game.
Worf at the Academy Sadie Hawkins dance?
Wo/We Robin Lefler  Wesley birthmark rumor
Unification 
Pardek represented Romulus at Khitomer Conference, met Spock there.
To cross the neutral zone into Romulus, Picard will require a cloaked ship, a Klingon ship. Sets course for Klingon Empire. After all he did for Gowron during the recent war he return the favor
Hailing for three days, ignored.
Worf knows why messages are not being answered – Gowron has rewritten history, claiming that it was his courage, his genius, that brought an end to the civil war. No mention made of the Federation’s help in his rise to power. 
Picard suggests contacting K’Tal, on the High Council
Bi’Jik - Junior Adjutant to the diplomatic delegation returns Picard’s call. Long haired, a bit gray.
Greetings Captain. I regret to inform you that Gowron and the High Council are quite busy and won’t be able to speak with you today. Gowron wishes it were possible to talk with everyone who wants an audience, but he is one man. The demands on his time are formidable. If you would like me to take him a message.
Picard’s message – Tell Gowron, leader of the High Council of the Klingon Empire, that his Arbiter of Succession, Jean-Luc Picard needs a favor. Requires a cloaked vessel. 
Bi’Jik smirks and crosses his arms – A cloaked vessel is no small favor. How would it benefit the Klingon empire? I’m sure Gowron will ask. 
Picard – the only benefit to the Klingon Empire would be our gratitude. 
Bi’Jik – that is what you want me to tell him?
Picard – Yes, and please add that if he is unable to provide us with a ship, then I am sure there are others in the Klingon empire who would be willing to help me and then they would have our gratitude. Also please tell Gowron that I am immensely gratified that he is prospering so well. A tribute to his skilled leadership.
A Klingon vessel decloaks off Enterprise port bow, compliments of Gowron.
Captain K’Vada - I know my duty, Captain. When I am given orders I follow them. But I don’t like secrets. I want to know why we are on this mission. You’re going after the defector. Do you think information like that stays a secret? Ambassador Spock has gone to Romulus and you’re going after him. If we are discovered by the Romulans it means death for us all. Very well captain we have set a course for Romulus. 
The quarters may not be what you’re accustomed to, on a Starfleet ship. We have limited space. We are a military ship, not a pleasure craft. You will sleep Klingon style. We do not soften our bodies by putting down pad. You will take your meals with us, but we do not serve Federation food. 
Picard has been looking forward to gagh, haven’t had it in a while. Very fresh.
Noisy, scraping door. Dim room, one octagonal white light source halfway up wall ceiling. Red panel computer console. Shelf bunk with grill work cast shadow. Bulkhead supports.
Ship cloaks as it enters Romulan space.
Picard is sure the Klingons found it amusing to put Data and Picard in the quarters
Bridge accessed via short hall with underlit metal grill panels in floor. Several stations arranged around walls, unoccupied, two computer terminals raised behind Captain’s chair.
Captain K’Vada to Picard, please come to the bridge. We’ve monitored a subspace message that might interest you. Ambassador Sarek is dead.
K’Vada laughs – Don’t you two look sweet. Just so we understand each other, my orders don’t include rescue missions. 
History is aware of the role Spock played in overtures to the Klingons. Spock risked Kirk and crew on that mission, and prefers to risk only himself in this mission to the Romulans. 
K’Vada – We have more important things to do then acting as your nursemaids!
The Klingons have been trying for years to access Romulan Central Information Net without success. K’Vada cannot reveal classified Klingon entry codes to Starfleet.
Piggyback?
Only one other officer on bridge with K’Vada
t-shaped hall at end of bridge door.
The old Romulan leaders have lost the respect of the people. The Romulan people are tired of involvement in the Klingon war, endless confrontations with the Federation.
The Klingon computers make normal little beeps while Spock and Data work to access Romulan Central Information Net.
Worf in bar – Do you know any Klingon opera?
Amarie - I don’t get a lot of requests for it.
Worf – Surely you must know one theme from Aktuh and Melota.
Amarie knows one theme, consisting of banging chords on piano and singing Melota often. Worf starts to sing along.
K’Vada knows Golondon Core is on Barolian trade route, Romulans trade a lot with Baroloians
Worf communicates with K’Vada’s ship to let Enterprise know as soon as Picard and Data are aboard. They must be at transport site in 15 minutes.
A Matter of Time
Worf reports temporal distortion. 
Worf usually sits in council room with back to window, facing door.
Worf hates questionnaires
Worf focused on phasers not being available in 22 nd century, the consummate hunter, warrior.
Worf hustles Berlinghoff Rasmussen off to the brig
New Ground
Helena, having trouble with Alexander, hear the Enterprise was going to be in the sector, took the first transport, the Milan, and here we are! Sergey not with them. Worf makes arrangements for them to come aboard.
Is that a touch of gray in your beard?
Alexander under the impression that they are not going back.
Alexander impressed with Enterprise play area
Alexander runs through house and knocks over same big green lamp Worf used to. 
Helena feels Alexander needs his father, he is having difficulties – disobedient, doesn’t always tell the truth. Needs Worf’s guidance.
Worf doesn’t see that is possible to have Alexander on board
Klingon children are often difficult to control.
Alexander attended school on earth. Lived in Worf’s old room. 
Worf has already been to see Ms Kyle before he brings Alexander.
Alexander doesn’t pay attention to Ms Kyle
Worf doesn’t know Alexander’s date of birth. 43 rd day of Maktag
Several new security officers will be transferring to Enterprise. Security matters can wait while Worf takes care of getting Alexander’s medical records to Crusher, and placement tests for school.
Father-Son field trip this afternoon, Worf and Alexander cannot attend. Worf has a personnel review scheduled for 1300. Deanna impresses upon Worf importance of field trip over review.
Are you accusing him of stealing? Kyle saw Alexander put the model inside his jacket, where Worf finds it.
Worf’s personal log – Alexander has acted shamefully and as his father I must now deal with him, but I find that I would rather fight 10 Balduk warriors than face one small child
A Klingon’s honor is more important to him than his life
A Klingon would gladly face the most horrible punishment rather then bring shame or disgrace to his family name
His word is his bond, without it he is nothing
Why did you lie to me? Did you fear the punishment you would receive? You don’t know why you lied by you did.
Leather couch, leather chair for Alexander and splayed silver decoration, sculpture of Kahless and his brother Morath wrestling, on coffee table. Shelf unit with ?weapons display above. Ball sculpture by door. Second room also with couch. 
Worf was younger than Alexander when he lost his parents, his family, his people, everything he had, except his sense of honor. It was the one thing I had that was truly Klingon. Which no one could take away. 
Alexander knows identity of sculpture
Kahless and Morath fought for 12 days and 12 nights because Morath had broken his word and brought shame to his family. 
When you lie or steal you not only dishonor yourself, but your family, you dishonor me. 
I accept your word. We will not speak of this again
Troi comes after Worf to hear about field trip. There was an incident. Alexander stole a small model and then told a falsehood, but Worf has remedied the situation. I told him about Kahless and Morath, I explained the value of honor. The boy understood. Alexander will not repeat this mistake.
Kyle – Alexander is very bright, very spirited, tests well, but behavioral problems. Defiant, overly aggressive, difficulty paying attention. Klingon children require a firm hand. He still has difficulty telling the truth. Takes toys from others and then denies it. Acts like a bully and says someone else started it. 
Alexander told Kyle Worf said Klingons do not listen to teachers.
Alexander is acting on his internal feelings and then making up stories to explain them. Kyle suggests Counselor Troi.
I will handle this.
Alexander on holodeck three – running calisthenics program of Lt. Worf, level of difficulty novice. Alexander fights Skullface with Worf’s bat’leth, vanquishes him.
Alexander is training to be a warrior like Worf said he wanted.
Worf promised they could go see the gilvos again. Not now that Alexander has been bad, he must return to their quarters. 
Clear to Worf now that he has failed in his duties as Alexander’s father. Alexander has no idea what it means to be Klingon. He will arrange for Alexander to attend a Klingon school. There he will learn the lessons Worf has failed to teach him. 
Would you further dishonor our family with your disobedience?
Worf in session with Troi.
It is not a question of what I want, it is what is best for the boy. He will be better off at a Klingon school.
Alexander is a child, I informed him of my decision.
I will be please he is receiving the guidance he requires
When Worf sent Alexander to live with Rozhenkos he felt Alexander needed a home, a family, things Worf could not provide. Worf knew a Klingon child required more attention than Worf could provide. He was never a burden
Troi asks if Worf thinks very young Alexander felt abandoned, confused, at being sent away, left very soon after K’Ehleyr’s death. Lost mother and father. 
The last time Worf spoke with K’Ehleyr they argued about Alexander. About how she did not tell Worf about him when he was born. Worf was angry with her. 
Being angry with K’Ehleyr because she died left him alone with Alexander doesn’t mean he loves her any less. Worf and Alexander both have a lot of healing to do. 
Alexander – you don’t care about me. All you care about is your honor.
Worf – If your mother were here, I do not think she would want us to fight like this. 
Alexander – My mother wouldn’t send me away!
Alexander in danger in biolab 4, and endangered species gilvos, from fire. Worf and Riker rescue. Minor smoke inhalation and hairline fracture of tibia. Yes, Alexander is in trouble. 
Klingon schools are designed to be difficult. Mental and physical hardships faced by the students are meant to build character, strength.
If you wish to face a greater challenge, you may stay here with me, it will not be easy, for either of us, but perhaps we can face it together.
I accept your challenge father, I will stay.
I believe your mother would be pleased
Star Trek The Magazine  January 2003  Vol. 3 Issue 09
Worf and Alexander lived in quarters on Enterprise-D on Deck 2, on the starboard side, extremely spacious. Geordi lived on port side, Data lived across from Deck 2 lounge.
Alexander's SD birth 43205 falls during "Booby Trap." 304 stardate units after Emissary and 1041 units before Reunion
  Sins of Commission by Susan Wright 
6 Worf and Troi have regularly scheduled time to talk. His stubborn and compulsive qualities cause problems
Picard remembers Worf’s latest security report had been much longer than usual, included rather insignificant incidents to support Worf’s contention that security procedures were too lax on Enterprise
Deanna also accessed Worf’s latest security report
Lately he’s been hard on his security crew, more severe than necessary
Deanna thinks Alexander is making Worf question himself. Worf grew up thinking he was pure Klingon, remember when he first came on board? He constantly denied there was any trace of human influence in his behavior. But now he’s had the chance to see how different he is from other Klingons, and his son leans even more toward human values
Worf didn’t choose this lifetime commitment, it was handed to him
Deanna wished she understood Worf better
His aggressive reactions sometimes distort the emphatic signals she receives from him
Alexander trusts Deanna, Alexander is confused. Worf is doing everything he can encourage him to be a little warrior. But he won’t let Alexander challenge his authority on anything. Worf thinks his word should be law and he’s always talking about discipline and self-control. Alexander sees the other children just having fun
Worf is watching Alexander growing up and having to choose between two very disparate cultures. The echoes could be distressing to Worf
Affecting Worf’s job performance, Deanna more worried about his security officers and Alexander
Worf discontinued Alexander’s counseling sessions. They had barely managed to work out a preliminary communication process between them 
If Alexander’s erratic behavior continues, the teachers will eventually log a request that he and Worf return to therapy. Therapy won’t be productive if Worf doesn’t actively cooperate. Request on permanent file will make him resent it even more
Ensign de Groodt takes over after Worf’s shift
19 Worf sparred with Troi in exactly the same way he had with K’Ehleyr. Riker had watched enough Klingons on board the Pagh fighting with the women they respected to know the signs of Klingon courtship when he saw them. It was their way of testing the strength of their prospective mates
Captain Jacob Walch, of the Prospector, passenger starliner, known Worf since he was small enough to wrestle. Hasn’t seen Alexander in a long time. Old friend of Rozhenkos
31 Worf frowned at how vulnerable his son looked. 
Alexander paints and models in the main room
Worf brought Alexander a replication of a samurai miskazi of the Kamakura period, red and black scabbard. Short sword almost a meter long, the edge blunted so Alexander can practice in the holodeck
Alexander eased back at the small hissing sound it made as Worf removed it
When you become a warrior, you will receive a long sword
Alexander took the sword awkwardly but his face lit up 
Alexander not interested in hand to hand combat. A familiar argument. Hand to hand combat is essential for a warrior
Alexander must practice the art of silence. Why must you always question me?
Teacher tells us to ask questions
Silence is the cradle of wisdom, it can also be a powerful weapon
47 the Sli were discovered in the Qizan Qal’at system 32 years ago by the Starfleet scout ship Crockett, the Crockett was destroyed in battle with Klingon vessel. Bridger arrived and found only debris. The Klingon Empire claims the Sli were responsible. A diplomatic envoy was sent to the system right after the incident
the Crockett relayed a message to SB 1 that a Klingon warship had arrived.
56 Sli don’t trust Starfleet or Klingons for that matter
62 sometimes Worf felt it was necessary to intimidate people to get the job done, such as Med Tech Simon Tarses
the smiling but always faintly worried face of Helena Rozhenko, friend of Miriah Walch. The Prospector was not completely destroyed, had to be evacuated to Enterprise
Alexander will see Captain Jake Walch tonight
Alexander told the Rozhenkos in his last communique that he’s been having nightmares. Worf aware of the problem
Five minute personal call
74 security Ensign Potter, Ensign Hassett, Keep an eye on the Sli, Worf had said. He’d posted two guards in the control booth as well alarm seals on the main-floor access doors
Worf – These creatures are dangerous. Sentience requires judgment and reason. The Sli are irrational. Sli are insane and they provoke insanity. 
Worf stiffened slightly, his head up and eyes slightly hooded in perfect Klingon posture.
The Klingons think the Sli caused the dishonor and destruction of the warship BIr Hud, the first encounter with the Sli. The captain surrendered to a Starfleet scout ship without engaging in defensive maneuvers. He then notified the Klingon home planet. When additional warships arrived, both ships had been destroyed. A Klingon warship would never surrender to a weaker vessel, then allow itself to be destroyed. The crew of the BIr Hud were judged insane, and their deaths were dishonorable. Blame the Sli. 
Deanna sighed, wishing she were better at sensing Worf’s emotions. 
Worf – We cannot afford to appear weak. According to regulations, guards must be posted until the danger can be contained. Besides, I do not trust the Ferengi. Ferengi are capable of anything they can get away with. 
Worf couldn’t shake the feeling that Counselor Troi had managed to chastise him like a child. It was typical for Worf to disagree with Troi.
Alexander has home from school. Worf checked that his bedroom was clean. He seated himself on his tall leather chair, leaning back against the hard, round cushions, round, bevel-edged mirror. Worf and Alexander had engaged in counseling with Troi for some time. Worf was glad he no longer had to endure those weekly chatter sessions. 
Another message comes for Worf from the Klingon home world. The Klingon seal faded to a recording of his brother’s face. Kurn bared his teeth in that mock-sinister smile of his.
78 QaleghneS, Older Brother. I trust this finds you prosperous.
By the honorable address and Kurn’s seat in front of his ritual taj, Worf immediately knew this had to do with clan business.
Kurn – I formally wish to make a request of the future head of the clan, your son. Alexander must come to the Klingon home world to be introduced to our ways if he is to one day properly rule the clan. When I have a son, he will give allegiance to your son. I would not give my trust, or have my sons misplace theirs, in one who is not of us. My juH is ready to receive you. I await your response. 
Worf was growling low in his throat. He didn’t like the glint in Kurn’s eye. Who was Kurn to say how Alexander should be raised? 
Worf’s return message – LoDnI’. I refuse your request. It is not yet time for Alexander and me to return to the juHqo’. Worf out. 
Part of him wanted to be even more curt. He knew Alexander would be eaten alive among other Klingon boys. Alexander was much more tender than Worf had been at his age. Yet he wondered if he shouldn’t take more time to think about it. Alexander would have to see the home world someday. 
Alexander – I’m glad. I don’t want to go. 
Worf noticed that Alexander had grown a lot in the past year. 
Worf- You have never been there, son. Would you not like to see the Klingon hone world? You would eat real rokeg blood pie. Perhaps you could even have a targ of your own for a short time.
Worf almost smiled at the faint memories of his family’s town house in the capital city. He remembered much more about their home on Khitomer, but Kurn had lived in that same sector on the home planet almost his entire life. 
Alexander – I never want to go there. I’ll tell Counselor Troi and she’ll let me stay!
It is time for Alexander’s music lesson. 
Worf – The Sli should be removed from the Enterprise. They are a security risk
Worf immediately went to the communications/sensors station, the closest the Prospector had to a tactical display.
Geordi had learned not to take Worf’s occasional surliness personally. That was part of being a Klingon, he supposed.
Worf hated being closed inside the low-pressure suit
Worf hesitated, then became angry at himself. His first instinct had been to soften the blow for the older man, his father’s friend Jake Walch. Worf tried not to let his voice betray him. The structural integrity has been compromised beyond repair capacities. Worf was reluctant to be too hard on the man. Jake had been like an uncle to him, and Worf had played and fought and grown up with his large brood of kids. Jake had been larger than life, coming home a few times a year with stories of aliens and places beyond imagination.
106 Alexander talks to Ferengi Mon Hartog about the Sli. He was curious and thought Father wouldn’t let him see them. 
120 not only were Worf’s emotions difficult to decipher but Deanna’s common bond with him was through Alexander, and he’d been resisting her input in that area for months.
Worf has issued more reprimands in this quarter than he has in the past year. He has the Sli under triple guard and the Enterprise mobilized as if under attack.
Worf – I must not become soft. 
The only blemish on Worf’s record was his murder of K’Ehleyr’s assassin. 
Worf left the bridge in a black mood. Talk talk talk, that’s all Counselor Troi ever wanted to do.
Worf recognized a weak an unstable character in Tarses. It reminded him of the way Alexander sometimes behaved, erratic bursts of rebellion, followed by defensive wordplay. Of mixed heritage, like Alexander. Worf not proud of his participation in Admiral Satie’s treason hearings. It had not been an honorable thing for anyone involved. Worf had managed to avoid Tarses since then. 
Worf’s quarters on Deck 5
The crew recognized when their security chief was in a sour mood and stayed out of his way
Alexander wasn’t home from organized play yet.
Worf checked routine reports filed by his duty officers. 
He would be forced to censure Alexander for his disobedient visit to the Sli.
Small holographic projector in slide drawer of desk. A miniature image of K’Ehleyr with a very young Alexander holding on to one of her legs. She moved, placing a hand on her son’s head as she gave Worf one of her classic, wry smiles directly into his eyes. It went like a knife through his heart. K’Ehleyr was so supremely sure of herself, so glowing and confident. Worf clenched his hands into fists, throwing his head back, the barest hint of a low cry escaped his throat. K’Ehleyr had taken the holograph and given it to him shortly before she was killed. He remembered how she’s slid it across this very desk, her mocking words so sweetly provocative in his ears. Here you are, Worf, a little something you can growl at when I’m not around.
K’Ehleyr’s knowing eyes.
Alexander, in blue romper, seemed small and defenseless, but steady gaze and small serious mouth. 
K’Ehleyr would have known exactly what to do and say to help Alexander accept both his Klingon and human blood, just as she had done so brilliantly for herself, garnering the best from both worlds. 
Worf knew how to battle flesh, he knew the steps to take to be master over his desires. He could bring his emotions under control, and response was always dictated by tradition. But none of that mattered, now. He did not have K’Ehleyr. Control was what he sought. Control and calm. 
I would not place my trust in one who is not of us. 
Plasteel surface of the desk
Thick droplets of violet splattered heavily on the desktop
134 Alexander gave Jake Walch a big hug. Jake stays for dinner. Jake told Alexander what was happening with his old friends back on earth. One of Jake’s grandchildren had broken his leg with a new antigravity game and another had won the decathlon in the local school meet. Alexander liked hearing about people he knew, but then Jake started talking about old times with Worf, barbecues he and Miriah used to have, trips the two families had taken.
Timnia, Alexander’s friend. Worf said she could come over tonight, the day before yesterday. She can’t come tomorrow. They are going to play samurai soldiers, Timnia has a round embossed shield. Alexander’s teacher helped him make ceremonial head cloth for history lesson today. Worf allows Alexander to play with Timnia for one hour. The Sli cause the play to become dangerous. From now on Alexander can only use the samurai sword in holograph training simulations.
Worf placed the sword on top of the high table next to his Klingon bast, his ceremonial dagger and the other Klingon battle accoutrements.
Jake remembers the Rozhenkos fit to be tied at some of the high jinks Worf pulled. Jake always stuck up for him. It’s the Klingon way, I told ‘em. And you should see real Klingons. Our Worf ain’t half aggressive compared to them. Barroom brawlers, most of ’em are. 
Worf – My son will be a strong warrior
Alexander glared at both of them and yelled – I don’t want to be a warrior! I don’t want to!
Alexander abruptly shut his mouth, taking in his father’s silent fury. He must have seen something that told him this was serious, because he quickly disappeared without another word.
The Sli open us up and bring out emotions that we lock away inside us
Worf – As security chief I must remind you that the presence of the Sli is endangering the success of our mission as well as the safety of the crew. Their emanations are random and dangerous. The simple solution would be to blow the shuttlebay doors. They are seriously disrupting the crew. At least four of the infractions during Delta shift were potential lethal. 
Simon Tarses knew Worf would be glad to get rid of him, ever since the investigation that had ruined his life, Simon had known the Klingon didn’t trust him. 
Worf grunted, becoming a silent, intractable wall.
Worf listens in on Deanna and Beverly confidential medical consultation. It was completely unlike Worf to do anything so sneaky.
Beverly threatens to relieve Worf of duty. That will not be necessary. I know my duty. My son will not suffer. Beverly would have to inform Picard that Worf was becoming unstable. 
Worf expects resistance from people and he relishes the battle. Deanna doesn’t fight back the way Worf wants. Worf is propelled outward and Deanna continually tries to direct him back on himself. It’s a struggle that feeds on itself, like mythic battles between the gods. Only Worf and Deanna argue over reprimands and Alexander’s bedtime.
Worf’s duty shift starts before Alexander leaves for school. Alexander was finishing his breakfast cereal, watching the latest issue disk of his comic on the holo-imagery padd. Tiny shifting images of humans, apparently this time the group was stranded in an underground cavern. Alexander’s favorite series, with the main thrust being the heroes’ attempts to escape from a time-slip that trapped them in different periods on Earth. Deanna had assured Worf it was very educational. Worf viewed one episode, found the focus on character interaction made it dull. Others, with space battles and personal combat between exotic alien rivals, looked more interesting, but Alexander didn’t like those.
As any warrior knew, feelings must be properly channeled and doubt was something to conquer. 
Worf worries what if he couldn’t bring Alexander to accept his dual heritage? Was that the fate that lay in store for his son?
Sometimes it seemed Alexander didn’t pay any attention to the things around him. 
The message had the official seal of Qo’noS, Worf immediately felt the adrenaline surge thought his body. Message from Kurn. Kurn’s face was deliberately close to the viewer, cutting off his high, ridged forehead and lending a menacing tone to the entire message. 
Kurn was angry, Worf could tell by the negligent sneer and squint of one eye – Worf, your response is unacceptable. You refuse to properly educate your son, the cho’DevwI of our clan. According to our laws, I now call you, Worf, and your son to the Dobatlh PuqloD in order to determine legitimacy of succession. Your presence is required on Qo’noS with in one jar, or cho’DIb will be granted to my first son.
Kurn paused as a slow smile spread over his face – I look forward to seeing you again. Brother.
Worf’s eyes widened. Blatant disrespect from a younger brother was not to be tolerated. 
The Dobatlh PuqloD was the test of a son’s honor to the clan, requiring both father and son to participate. It was a disgrace simply to be called to such a rite. If they failed, Alexander not only would lose the right of succession, but by Klingon law he could be taken from Worf’s custody. Worf realized Alexander wouldn’t be able to pass the Dobatlh PuqloD. The boy could speak Klingon, but even now he had trouble with the formal language patterns required during rituals. More important, Alexander’s sense of honor was undeveloped. By earth standards Alexander was doing fine. But this threat of the PuqloD brought back memories of Klingon traditions in all their dark splendor. On Khitomer, he and his young friends had known a boy who had gone through the PuqloD. It had been of vital interest as the only time the adults had descended into their ranks and pulled one of them into public scrutiny. The whispers, the covert looks, the shame that had surrounded the boy.
Qo’!
Worf heaves up the desk and throws it into the couch. Worf felt much better. The blood was rushing thought his veins and he was ready to fight.
Worf to Alexander – You will have honor! I was your age when both my parents were killed. I struggled to bring honor to my existence. 
Alexander – You always say that!
Worf – It is true. I banished weakness. I proved my worthiness. So will you. 
Alexander – Nobody cares about that. Nobody talks about honor like you do. 
Worf - Klingons do! You have human blood, but you are Klingon. Just as I am Klingon.
Alexander – You lived on earth
Worf couldn’t have said why that simple true statement infuriated him – I am Klingon! When my parents were killed by the Romulans, I became strong to avenge their deaths. You do nothing to make yourself strong!
Visibly stung Alexander blinked rapidly – Why should I? Romulans didn’t kill my mother! A Klingon killed her!
Captain Walch’s younger brother Ens Benjamin Marley served on the Crockett, when it was destroyed at the Sli homeworld. Brother used his mother’s surname, born on Talont Colony. Jake Walch born on Setti Alpha III. Benji ran the Prospector with Pa and Jake until he went into Starfleet Academy. Benji’s first assignment was the Intrepid, in engineering along with Sergy Rhoshenko. Benji was on shore leave at Sergy’s home, invited Jake and Pa to visit. Met Miriah, old friend of Helena’s. Pa and Jake Walch had some good dealings with Klingons before the Fed ever did. Benji was always drawn to their ways.
The Klingons hadn’t protested Worf’s cold-blooded murder of Duras because it had been done in complete accordance with tradition
An anonymous missile is not the Klingon method of assassination. Honor would dictate they do it openly, letting the victim know who struck the killing blow.
Klingons believe the Sli are less than animals
Worf has received six subspace messages from Earth during the past year on the Prospector relay code.
Walch keeps tabs on when the Enterprise in is the quadrant
Trust Worf to try to bully his way through the man
Walch’s wife and the Rozhenkos from the Kulunda steppes, south of Lake Chany.
Last time Worf and Walch spoke was right after the Borg came to Earth. Walch was in port and called Worf just before Sergy and Helena came up to see him. Walch got to know Alexander pretty well on Earth, but he doesn’t mess with Worf’s business, he’s touchy about that. Always has been. 
214 Walch talked with Sergy about loss of Crockett. They figured it was our own fears that caused those two ships to be destroyed. Benji may have been accepting of Klingons, but the rest of the Fed didn’t trust em then. One of the reasons Sergy was so eager to do right by Worf when he had the chance. Worf remembers vague references to Jake’s brother Benji.
When Worf had been orphaned, he’d had a clear enemy in mind, one with pointed ears and shrewd eyes. An enemy on whom to focus his anger, to defeat by right of his honor. He had never considered that aspect of K’Ehleyr’s death. Alexander’s enemy had the same face as Worf’s. Alexander’s face had humanity in it, like K’Ehleyr’s. and Duras had killed K’Ehleyr in some pathetic bid for an honor of his own definition. What faith could Alexander place in honor? What was the PuqloD to him?
Despite living so long in the Fed, he’d always persisted in viewing the Sli disaster from the Klingon side, sparing little thought for those on the Starfleet vessel.
The idea that he had committed a serious breach of duty made him grind his teeth together. Worf neglected investigating Jake Walch for motive in explosion.
Worf received a message directly from the council adjunct on the Klingon home world. Six calls imprinted with Walch’s relay code since the Sli boarded the Enterprise. Foster parents have occasionally used Walch’s relay code since their business acquired it. Messages discussing Alexander’s nightmares, Alexander wetting his bed and the awful stilted conversations about his son’s terrible habit of stealing. 
Message from the Adjunct Chamber on the Klingon home planet
Worf was trembling with barely contained fury. Fire coursed though his veins, igniting responses he hadn’t felt since Duras. He suddenly let out a strangled cry, harsh as that of a bird of prey swooping down on its victim.
Worf refuses to release embarrassing family messages to clear himself of suspicion in attack on Sli
Worf wavered, only now realizing how sharply his Klingon instinct had risen in defiance of his captain.
Picard temporarily relieves Worf of duty. Worf’s world could not have collapsed more completely. 
Ensign de Groodt takes over as acting security chief
Two things twist inside him, honor and betrayal, producing Klingon impulses to destroy without control.
Young Worf admired Jake Walch’s sharp eyes. Worf recalls Helena telling Jacob about a fight Worf had started and how she was afraid for the Klingon, seeming so pointlessly aggressive that she was sure he would be badly hurt someday. Yet with a quiver in her voice she also admitted that sometimes she was afraid of her foster son. Worf could be so quick to anger the older he got and she couldn’t help shrinking back from him when he was in a barely controlled rage, though she did everything she could to hide it. Worf had overheard this, home early one afternoon, it had shocked him. Jake had told Helena Klingons were naturally aggressive beings. That she shouldn’t try to delude herself or Worf, but give him reasons to control himself. Worf had run away, unable to listen to any more. He came home after dark to upset parents but he couldn’t bring himself to tell them what he’d heard.
After than, whenever Helena was uneasy around Worf she frankly told him. Worf couldn’t bear the humiliation. He would rather have swallowed his spiked burning rage and suffer silently than be reminded of that conversation when he’d been reduced to the level of a mindless, instinctive creature needing lessons on how to be civilized. 
He wanted to strike out and destroy, but all the walls and traps he’d carefully built to keep his aggression under control were triggered by this memory. 
242 the few times Deanna had been in Worf’s quarters the ruddy lamps and rich smell of leather had always brought to mind ancient times of flashing swords and torchlight. She was here now under Captain’s orders. 
Emotions! Worf ground out, as if he were shaking off a slime nit.
Worf, resisting the Sli with everything he had, makes himself physically ill the barbarian will not be released. 
Deanna – Accept that you’re feeling this way. Own it, don’t fight it.
Worf prevents Simon Tarses from blowing the cargo bay doors on the Sli.
Mon Hartog had attacked Worf’s very honor. The Ferengi should die slowly for his crimes. Worf intervenes to stop Walch strangling Hartog
Worf erred when he believed Walch betrayed him. Captain Walch was instrumental in the development of my sense of honor. For that, I owe the man a great debt. 
Worf has been proceeding under the assumption that Alexander would not develop a sense of honor unless he confronted his Klingon nature. 
Worf grappled with my aggressive urges when he was young. He developed a creed of honor to guide his actions. He concludes that Alexander follows a different path to his honor. 
Alexander’s situation is easier than Worf’s was. Alexander has Worf, his own father and a Klingon role model. Deanna advises just be what you want Alexander to be. Let him see what can be his. And then let him make his own choice, to be human or Klingon or both.
It did not occur to Worf until today that Alexander’s mother was killed by a Klingon’s hand.
The Duras family! The curse on our clan. But Worf did not know that when he was young. He believed his enemy was Romulan. It served to strengthen me. 
Deanna – You know honor isn’t gained by fighting individuals but by taking a stand on your ideals. 
Alexander had never been to Qo’noS, has never met Kurn. Kurn may feel slighted. Perhaps he with withdraw the challenge if Worf brings Alexander for a visit.
Hero Worship
no Klingon content
Violations
Ullian telepathic researcher Tarmin would love to explore Klingon memories
Klingons do not allow themselves to probed
Worf in favor of quarantine of Ullians
The Masterpiece Society
no Klingon content
Potential Baby index: Deanna/Conor
Conundrum
Worf could be leader - I am decorated as well, indicating hiiiis sash
Perhaps we were in some kind of battle
Readiness for battle is the most important thing
Worf in the central chair tests all weapons, not in favor of diagnostics
Worf apologizes right away – I’m sorry for my recent behavior. I assumed an attitude of authority that was unwarranted
Kieran to Worf - You and I were born for battle. We are the warriors. I’m concerned about ending this war in victory. 
Potential baby index: Riker/Ro
Worf resists Kieran’s order to fire on defenseless station and gets thrown across the aft deck.
  Kristin's Conundrum by  SNW V
Worf to Alexander – Klingons don’t hug in public
Alexander human around the eyes
With amnesia Alexander wants to find his mother. Doesn’t normally like gagh
Kristin friend of Alexander’s and Worf
  Imzadi by Peter David 
P52 the warlike attitude of the Sindareen is certainly on par with anything the Klingons or the Kreel ever had to offer. Closest enemies the Cordoians, the Byfrexians and the Luss. Sindareen raiders deal with Ferengi. The Federation refuse duplicitous Sindareen peaceful intention, their economy falls apart, and they become far more docile race. 
P307 Picard orders Worf to guard Deanna at all times, even though danger is apparently past, but Worf doesn't question, he's a Klingon. A scowling Worf studying every passerby with intense scrutiny. In similar situations Worf had displayed stamina that was inhuman, staying on guard.
Worf - My duty is to ascertain the safety of all personnel.
Worf to Riker - Summon me instantly at the first sign of trouble. It sounded remarkably like an order, which was not particularly appropriate for a lieutenant to issue a commander, but Riker took it in stride.
James Kirk's autobiography Risk Is Our Business
  The Last Stand by Brad Ferguson 
Worf handles communications
P29 Worf takes care in his piloting of the shuttle Justman through the atmosphere of Nem Ma'ak Bratuna. The sky around him was full of weapons. Worf was not one to take chances, especially with his captain on board.
The Enterprise was no longer visible to even the sharpest warrior's eye.
The name the people call their star, Stronghold, leads Worf to speculate they must expect a battle.
P43 making first contact with the Nem Ma'ak Bratunans, Worf appears quite nonhuman, rather grisly, and they wish he wouldn't try to smile like that. 
P60 Every one of Worf's senses was at full alert. The Klingon, unarmed as everyone in the landing party was, had every intention of ordering an emergency beam-up should the Lethanta try anything. The sudden light touch of Troi's hand on his arm startled him. We are in no danger from them, she whispered. They are apprehensive and angry, but nothing more. 
P77 Worf identifies the Krann ships are forming an attack pattern similar to the classic Brunckhorst pincer movement, Picard also aware of that pattern
P81 Worf takes care of preparations for the meeting with the Council of Ministers. The hospitality team is having trouble resetting the replicators. 
P111 Worf is not impressed by the large Krann flagship. it's design is haphazard, no elegance at all, not even the elegance of form following function. I am not moved by seeing ships such as these. The only impressive element to them is their number. I am merely vaguely alarmed by the Krann. I am not intimidated.
The six Krann who had accompanied the Presider were trying very hard not to be caught staring at Worf
P124 Worf aware of earth references Pinocchio, missionary stew, game of cat and mouse, Aladdin, John Wilkes Booth, Hirohito in his bedchamber, Snow White and the apple. 
P148 Worf did an admirably thorough job of recording the physical characteristics of the Krann aboard the flagship
P225 Worf believes Presider Hek is stalling for time. He has made his decision. He intends to fight. He will fight the Enterprise if need be.
P247 Worf to Ro - you have been wounded. Allow me to assist you. 
Worf's prime backup, Lt. Gomez, male, handles the Security station in the Klingon's absence. 
P254 Worf to Picard - Sir, you intend to beam into the midddddle of a war zone, and I cannot-
Picard - You've done your sworn duty in warning me about it, Lt. Now desist.
Worf looked resigned. Aye, sir.
P262 the Captain could almost feel Worf's concentration as a physical force as the Klingon worked quickly and efficiently behind him
Power Play
Possessed O’Brien throws Worf over the aft rail.
Possessed Deanna shoots Worf in 10 Forward
Ro takes over tactical aft rail station while Worf a prisoner in 10 Forward
Possessed Data challenges Worf
Worf – I have no fear of death.
Jat’yIn - the taking of the living by the dead. Spiritual possessions of this sort have been reported throughout Klingon history.
To die defending one’s ship is the hope of every Klingon
Data has no idea how remarkable Worf’s restraint was
Ethics
Troi bluffed Worf out at poker. She had a pair of sixes. he had jacks and eights.
Worf – Bluffing is not one of Counselor Troi’s strong suit. My hand was not strong enough, it would have been unwise to call.
Worf brought a deck that Geordi could see through in infrared.
Worf injured by falling container. 7 vertebrae shatters, spinal cord crushed. No way Crusher can repair this kind of injury.
Klingon neurological medicine is in a primitive state. Cultural bias.
Crusher contacted Klingon Medical Division, they informed her they usually let the patient die in a case like Worf’s. almost no research in neurological trauma
Worf has always been a difficult patient, but now, having hard time dealing.
Worf to Riker – Thank you for seeing me in this condition. 
Riker not a Klingon, no shame in seeing Worf like this. 
Worf – I have a personal favor to ask.
Riker immediately and strongly – Name it.
Worf – I want your help in performing the Hegh’bat ceremony. I want you to help me die. When a Klingon can no longer stand and face his enemies as a warrior, when he becomes a burden to his friends and family, it is time for the Hegh’bat. Time for him to die. There are no other options, I will not live as an object of pity or shame. My life as a Klingon is over. 
Riker – I will not help a friend commit suicide.
Worf – We served together for many years, we fought side by side. I know you to be a brave and honorable man, if you truly consider me a friend. Help me end my life as I have lived it. With dignity and honor. Please.
Hologram of over designed Klingon spine. 23 ribs, two livers, 8 chambered heart. Double lined neural pia matter. Many redundancies. Klingons refer to it as the brak’lul, almost every vital function in their bodies has a built in redundancy if the primary organ or system fails. 
Picard – For a Klingon in Worf’s position, his life is over. Worf won’t be able to adapt. We have to respect his believes. Klingons chose their friends with great care, he would not have asked Riker if he was not sure.
Alexander upset, doesn’t believe Deanna that Worf doesn’t want Alexander to see him in sickbay. Alexander wants to see his father.
Deanna explains that Worf is injured, doesn’t want to see Alexander right now.
Alexander – This is that Klingon stuff. My mother always said Klingons had a lot of dumb ideas. 
Deanna – That Klingons stuff is very important to your father.
Alexander – It isn’t very important to me, I want to see my father.
Worf – I left those instructions because it is a matter of honor.
Deanna – Perhaps its time you stopped lying her thinking about yourself, and start thinking about someone else.
Worf refuses to have implants that would make him half Klingon half machine, lurching through the corridors, an object of ridicule
Worf props himself up to talk with Alexander, but falls on his face in front of Alexander and Deanna.
Crusher – Worf is in full Klingon mode, honorable, strong and close-minded
Picard more attuned to Worf’s lifetime of values and believes for type of honorable life. Klingon may not be good at accepting defeat, but he knows all about taking risks. 
Riker has studied Hegh’bat. He doesn’t like it. All friend has to do is bring the knife and then walk away. Too simple. Riker reminds Worf that a Klingon does not put his desires above those of his family. Riker, in his study of Klingon ritual and Klingon law, finds it is not friend’s place to fill that role, according to tradition that honor falls to a family member, preferably the oldest son. Family member brings knife, watches celebrant plunge knife into heart, then son or trusted friend remove knife out and wipe blood on sleeve. That is the Rite of Death.
The son of a Klingon is a man the day he can first hold a blade
Worf decides to break with tradition, and has Alexander take knife away
Alexander is faster with multiplication than anyone in his class.
Worf has requested Dr. Toby Russell’s genetronic treatment, grow a replacement
Worf talks to Deanna about Alexander needing to be taken care of if Worf dies. Deanna will make sure he reaches Rozhenkos safely. No, they are elderly, they can not care for Alexander. Worf has a serious request to make of Deanna. Would she consider raising Alexander? I have come to have a great respect for you Deanna. She has been most helpful in helping Worf with Alexander.
Deanna – I’d be honored. 
Close up braided spine. Worf’s brain disconnected for 4 hours. 
Ogawa – Reading no higher brain functions
Crusher – Death occurred at 1200 40 hours.
Alexander covers his eyes but doesn’t cry well.
Klingon backups for synaptic systems kick in.
Worf wants Alexander’s help in his rehab therapy.
Klingon exo-backbone, 23 ribs, 2 livers, 8 chambered heart, double lined neural pia matter, back up synaptic system
[The three medical women should have death yelled]
[second time Worf pronounced dead]
Star Trek The Magazine  January 2003  Vol. 3 Issue 09
Worf's spine has half as many vertebrae as human, twice as big. 14 vertebrae
The Outcast
Worf and Deanna on poker night. Deanna likes to set rules with lots of wild cards. That is a woman’s game. A man’s game has no wild cards. Wild cards help women, who are weak and need more help. With wild cards its difficult for Worf to know what is in his hand.
The J’naii bother Worf, all alike, no males or females.
Worf works out plan for warning buoys around null space.
Worf is aware of what happened on planet, is Riker planning an unannounced visit? 
Worf – I will go with you. Sir, you are my commanding officer, if you order me to stay on board, I will obey. But I ask you not to give that order. 
A warrior does not let a friend face danger alone. 
Worf goes down and knocks some smaller J’naii around, but to no avail in aid of Riker’s love life
  Nightshade by Laurell K. Hamilton 
P1 Worf startles Deanna.
The Klingon officer frowned, which was a fearsome sight all on its own. The frown deepened, causing the ridges on his forehead to wrinkle.
His emotions, as always were close to the surface of his thoughts. The Klingon made very little pretense in his own mind. Unlike humans who often lied even to themselves, the Klingon thought what he thought, and did not care that she knew it. It didn't make Worf uncomfortable to be around an empath. Worf had no secrets to keep because secrets implied shame.
Troi appreciated his openness. Beside the Klingon she felt tiny.
Worf does not see the beauty of the stars. I see stars, I suppose some might think they are . . . pretty.
Picard - Are you saying, Lt. Worf, that your security personnel could not see to my safety?
Worf stiffened. I did not say that.
Worf didn't salute, but Troi could hear it in his voice, a growl of respect. 
Security guard Ens. Kelly was a woman nearly as tall as the Klingon himself.
This mission was going to be hard enough without Worf taking his safety so terribly seriously. Picard wondered if Riker had had a parting word with Worf.
P14 Worf's eager attention was like a pressure on Troi's mind. Worf was, to an extent, in his element. A warrior among warriors, with violence threatening to erupt. 
At Picard's instance on lowering security precautions, a variety of emotions played over Worf's mind. Troi felt them like waves over her body; anger, loyalty, respect.
P19 Assassination is not an honorable way to take your enemy. 
Even the Orianians have heard of Klingon honor. 
Worf - do you not wish victory over your enemies? 
You make war on children - Worf said in a low voice.
P26 Worf - Permission to speak freely, Captain
Picard - Denied, Lt.
Picard - I am sure that Lt. Worf does not approve.
Worf made an abrupt sound, almost a snort
Worf's voice held an angry thread of growling
Worf - Poison is a coward's weapon
Worf - these are warriors without honor. I have never seen a race where treachery is so commonplace. It is not a matter of being on guard. There are assassins without a code of honor. They seem to have no rules. If this is true and they are determined to kill you, they will succeed.
Picard - you cannot stop them?
Worf - I will give my life to stop them, Captain, but if they are truly determined and do not care how many of them die in the attempt, we will be overrun. There are simply more of them than there are of us. We have been here less than an hour, Captain. Even assassins need time to plan.
Troi felt Worf's utter seriousness. He believed that it was only a matter of time and planning before a direct attack was made on the captain.
P33 Worf sits quietly in a corner while Troi and Picard sleep.
Troi is overcome with horrible fear.
Worf - could this be some kind of attack?
P48 The Orianians use assassins and poison, but not hostages. 
The look on Worf's face said plainly how far he trusted their hosts.
Worf trailed behind Troi like a frowning shadow
P52 Alexander, more than anything else, had softened the Klingon, made him able to sympathize with a parent whose child cried out in the night.
P56 Stepping outside, Worf was relieved to be able to do something tangible. This talk of children and emotional scars had made him uneasy. Ever since they had beamed down to Oriana he had felt out of his element. Diplomacy was not his strong suit. He half-wanted a confrontation, something real and physical to take the taste of grief from his mind. Colonel Talanne's worry for her son made him think of Alexander. 
He had grown weary of the bright, screaming paintings
Worf could hear the blood rush in his own veins as he strained for any sound of trouble. 
Not for the first time, Worf was glad that he did not share Troi's gift. Was she feeling the mother's sorrow, the child's fear?
Worf knew appearances could deceive
You could only protect crew members so far, they had to be free to do their duties.
So he kept the phaser trained on the stranger and let Troi risk her life.
Troi was worried Worf would insult the man, Worf was not.
Worf was certain he could break the Orianian man's spine over his knee like a stick. But you did not have to be muscular to be a good assassin, in fact looking helpless could be an asset.
Worf ground his teeth just a bit. She was probably right, but she was making it difficult to guard her.
Worf thinks Troi lets her heart lead her head at times.
Worf could not afford to let his feelings color his caution. He watched the empty corridors, tension riding up his spine. Worf watched the hallways for signs of trouble, and felt just a little useless. In a world at war he had thought to be comfortable, but their system of honor was too strange. War without honor was not a fit occupation for any warrior
The Klingon's deep voice was not meant for whispering.
Worf started to protest, but Picard shot him as hard look. The captain had the ability to say much with a glance. Worf stepped back a place.
Picard was having to take smaller steps than normal to keep from trading on the Klingon's heels. Worf was being very cautious.
P75 Orianians did not believe in random assassination. That was considered rude. Worf had said, I am glad to see the Orianian assassins have some honor.
Picard hadn't been sure if the Klingon was serious or being sarcastic. He couldn't recall ever hearing Worf use sarcasm before.
P84 The Klingon frowned down at him, hands clinching and unclinching on his phaser. Captain, please. The last was said through gritted teeth.
Picard - no, Worf, we cannot fight our way our of this. We are here on a peace mission. We are trying to show then that violence is not the answer. Fighting now would not help us prove our point. You are now in charge of this peace mission, Lt. Worf. You are the acting Federation ambassador. Remember your duties, Ambassador Worf, and remember you represent the entire Federation.
Worf drew himself to his full height
Picard looked at Troi. Remind him occasionally, Counselor, that this is a peace mission. 
P102 Worf's hands were clasped behind his back so tightly that the muscles in his arms quivered. Rage threatened to choke him. He was Klingon and his heritage threatened to eat trough his brain and come pouring out in a mindless rage. What kind of security officer allowed his captain to be imprisoned under a death sentence?
Ambassador Worf? It would have been funny under other circumstances.
A good warrior knows his own strengths and weaknesses
Worf knew without a doubt that he was not made for diplomacy
Worf knew his weak points, diplomacy was one.
They could not afford enraged pouting now
What Worf wanted right now was to drown his helpless feeling in a good solid fight.
Worf did not trust his voice yet, to speak calmly to Troi.
Worf stared as hard as he could at the lovely wall hanging, it was something Worf normally wouldn't even have glanced at. Now he started at it and treated it as something he would have to report in detail to the captain. He closed his eyes and tested his memory. Yes, he could report every detail, as if it were the scene of a crime.
His rage was contained, it bubbled under the surface, warm and somehow reassuring, but he controlled it.
He was Klingon and that, for Worf, meant the greatest challenge was always within, not without.
Worf to Troi - Yes? The word was almost a growl, yet he had not meant it to be.
I should have died trying to keep Captain Picard safe. Instead, I allowed him to be led off to slaughter. It is unthinkable
Troi - Would you have fought them all?
Worf - Yes!
Troi - You would have been killed, and perhaps taken all of us with you. Is it honorable to cause the deaths of your friends?
One thing Troi and Worf both value was control.
Worf - I am being foolish to think my honor is the only thing being compromised.
Troi could feel his anger but she also knew he was in control of it.
He was a Klingon among humans, he was a master of eating his own rage
Worf has books of military history
Hatred is a good motive
Hatred among warriors. They would not turn to poison when they could kill each other on a field of battle
Breck, a Torlick Orianian - It is not the method of your enemy's dddeath that matters but that he is dead. We are a more practical brand of warriors than the Klingons.
Worf - the Orianians seemed to have no sense of racial loyalty
Self-preservation Worf understood. This strange shifting loyalty was a total mystery.
Worf to Breck - if you betray us I will kill you myself.
Breck - I would expect nothing less, Ambassador.
Worf was determined to live up to Picard's expectations
Interrogation was part of security training, and as a Klingon he had special talents in the area
Worf was on secure ground once more, the way he preferred things to be. 
Uncertainty was too close a cousin to fear for any Klingon's honor
Worf knew how intimidating he could be to most people who did not know him
Worf glared at Troi - I never bully anyone
Troi - Good, then I won't have to keep reminding you.
The glare deepened into a scowl. Troi smiled sweetly at him, and he turned away with a snort
Worf's instinct was to concentrate on freeing Picard, he had no solid idea how to win back the trust of the Orianians, so he would deal with what he did understand
Worf - I do not trust any warrior that works against his own people so easily. 
Worf - I may not have Data's or the captain's love of mystery fiction, but we Klingons have our versions of such things. Earth's Sherlock Holmes is too cold for me. Betan-Ka, the Klingon version of Sherlock Holmes, is a detective with spirit and emotion.
Troi - what would Betan-Ka say about our mystery?
Worf - We have too many suspects and too little time
Klingons do not look for clues first, we secure confessions. It is a much more effective system.
Ambassador Worf felt like he had opened the bottle and let out a genie he wasn't at all sure he could control. No, he could do this, the captain had faith in him, Troi had faith in him.
It was cowardice to be so apprehensive.
He was a Klingon warrior and could face death with a glad heart. He would face speaking to this hostile crowd with the same bravery.
Worf had to make them understand that an honorable peace was their only chance for survival
P119 Worf did not say it would be a hot day on Rura Penthe before he let Picard die.
Worf did not lie to himself about his motives or his priorities - humans tended to do that, but not Klingons. His loyalty was with Picard
Worf meant it as a request. It sounded like an order.
Worf would try to be less threatening and then they would see.
Everyone lies. It is the fifth rule of Betan-Ka's principles of investigation.
Worf - I want her to know I suspect her. It will make her nervous without threatening her. You did warn me not to bully people. Worf had not yelled or raised a hand, and still Troi said he was too harsh.
Troi seemed determined to keep him reined in. Worf was beginning to feel like Picard when Riker urged him once too often to be careful
No one was this afraid without reason
Worf was being a perfect gentleman
If she was trying to frame Picard, nothing would save her
He tried to look nonthreatening, which was harder than it sounded, but he did try
It was only polite to make eye contact.
Worf decided to show Dr. Stasha what true intimidation could be. He strode toward the frightened woman and never said a word. He kept his face utterly blank, except for his eyes. He let all the frustration and anger spill into his eyes. He lied to her with his eyes, only his eyes. The lie was, I will hurt you, I will break you, if you do not help me. He stepped even closer using his bulk to threaten. There were so many things you could do short of striking someone.
Troi to Stasha - Ambassador Worf has not harmed you.
Worf - Yet. He couldn't let the woman off free if she knew something.
Worf did not have the stomach to abuse someone who was such a victim
Worf drew a great breath of air through his nose, then let it out very very slowly. What did these people think Klingon honor meant? What did they think of the Federation? They were barbarians and thought he was.
It was not the thought of beating a confession out of Stasha that angered Worf, but the assumption that the big bad Klingon would not be able to resist it.
Betan-Ka's fifth rule - Everyone lies.
Colonel Talanne, an Orianian - I was under the impression that the Klingons were experts at the art of pain and extracting information.
Worf - Klingons do torture when it is necessary, but torturing civilians is not honorable.
Talanne - you are a strange people
Worf spoke carefully, each word clipped and offended. I assure you, al Klingons view civilian torture as distasteful. Torture is only acceptable when the person is strongly suspected of some crime, then only if they are a warrior. We no not torture nonwarriors, or innocent people
Worf would do nothing to prove that Klingons were the monsters the Orianians thought. It was they who where monsters
Worf wanted to wade into the guards and start throwing people
Worf to Talanne - I am not honorable because of what it will gain me. I am not honorable because it will impress my enemies. Honor is an end in itself. It exists even if everyone around me is dishonorable. The only honor I must worry over is my own.
P149 Worf was Klingon and deeply offended at Talanne's assumption that he would not mind a little torture. He would show them what Klingon honor meant, even if it meant holding his temper
Worf hoped that here, at least, was a worthy opponent
P152 there is no shame in scars, healed injuries, if the injuries are incurred honorably.
Rage spilled up inside Worf in a warm tide, but underneath the rage was fear, fear of having allowed harm to come to the captain.
P171 Worf made a sound very much like a growl. It curved through the room like the beginnings of a storm
P175 Talanne - I have learned that not all I hear of Klingons is true. It seems all we have heard about is the pain and barbaric behavior. Who would have thought that a Klingon would have any qualms about torture?
Honor does not allow harming innocent people
Worf - I would be honored to share the Klingon way with your people. Worf stood very straight, and the pleasure and pride at the prospect of sharing his honor code with an entire race was obvious even to Picard. The captain had never before realized that Klingon honor was almost akin to a religious system. The thought of a dual culture based on Orianian and Klingon customs was not comforting.
P184 Worf the best security chief Picard had ever worked with
P189 for the first time Troi understood exactly what Worf felt when just destroying something, anything, would make him feel better.
Worf - your word of honor means nothing to me, Talanne.
Worf had given the orders, but it might be Troi who paid the price. Every commander knows that when he orders his people into battle there is a chance not all will come back, but Troi was different. Worf could not think of her as a warrior. That should have been an insult, coming from a Klingon, but it was not. Worf could not explain it, but Troi was the only friend he had that was not a form of warrior and still he respected her. He had never seen her so much as carry a phaser. She went into battles unarmed, and though she would not kill, she never flinched or considered personal safety first. She was a warrior at heart, but she had the soul of something gentler. Worf did not understand her completely, but he valued her. To Klingons it was an honor to die performing their duty. Why did it bother him so much that Deanna Troi might die here and now?
P192 Worf squeezed his hands into fists and ground his teeth. A low growl of frustration trickled from his mouth. This was not a problem for phasers or anger. He felt some of the helplessness he often felt with his son, Alexander. Why couldn't the world be as simple as battle.
He smashed his fists into the wall, first one then the other, as if he were using a punching bag. Over and over, smashing, hurting. The rage bubbled up from his gut and flowed out his shoulders, down his arms, into his fists, in a red wave. The rage poured out of him, and it felt good.
Worf when Deanna regains consciousness - Deanna, thank Hakkierk!
He grabbed her in a huge bearhug. He pulled away from her, pulling at his cheat sash. His control slid into place like a well-worn glove.
He did not have to make embarrassing displays for the counselor to know how he felt. It was calming. She was the only 'human' he had ever been around whom he was sure would not misunderstand his Klingon ways.
P196 if Deanna thought she could out-stubborn Worf, well, Klingons had many talents.
Klingons are not sensitive to empathic messages, but then Klingons have never come up against a race of empaths with such horribly powerful talents as the Orianians.
There are Betazoids who could read Worf's mind, his emotions, or plant their thoughts in his mind.
Deanna - I am a Federation officer whose captain is imprisoned. You wouldn't deny me the chance to help save him, would you?
Put that way, what could Worf say? She was speaking of her duty and her honor.
To die with honor in defense of duty is a proud way to die. To lose one's self, as you put it, seems less honorable and more horrible. I did not mean that your sacrifice would not be as great. I meant that by not dying, your sacrifice would be greater.
Deanna understands Worf perfectly.
Worf honored her with one of his rare smiles
With many of the crew, even his friends, Worf often felt out of step. But here with this gentle woman, he was understood, perfectly. No explanations were needed. In the midst of chaos Troi was like a center of peace.
P201 Troi has seen Worf be wonderfully intimidating before.
Worf's utter confidence was not a mask. Failure was not a possibility until it was brought abruptly to his attention. He had prepared for this questioning as he would a battle. There was no room for doubt when doing armed combat. Doubt could kill you quicker than your opponent's blade. 
Even when he voice was flat and unemotional, there was a hint of growling anger.
P208 Colonel Talanne - I knew that Klingons were violent andddd obsessed with a strange honor code, but I did not know that they were politically naive.
P225 in the Orianian mask and cloak, Worf looked like a Klingon done up for Halloween.
If Worf becomes stuck in the narrow tunnel, Talanne can pull and Troi can push from behind. Worf's discomfort at the thought of such monumental embarrassment made Troi smile. She was glad he couldn't see her face. Worf didn't like being laughed at.
P235 Worf's fierce readiness beat along Troi's skin. He would not start anything, but his body was keyed for action, violence. The Klingon would be a little disappointed not to put his preparations to use. It was physiologically harder for Klingons to cool their blood.
Worf - I mean no offense but I do not want warriors at my back
P242 Worf could not begin to understand why they stood crying in the middle of a bunch of plants. Worf scowled suspiciously down at the thick vegetation.
P254 Worf was surrounded by children. They stared up at him adoringly. Curious little hands traced the ridges on his forehead. He had tried glaring at the children, but it had not worked. A low growl had only made them giggle.
Worf wasn't a person who noticed plants much, but these were impressive. It was camouflage to make any warrior's heart quicken. It was an ideal place for an ambush.
Worf didn't know what to do with the little girl in is lap. He was accustomed to most of the children on the Enterprise being wary of him.
Portun, of the Green Orianians - you have a way with children, Ambassador Worf.
Worf doubted Alexander would have agreed.
As a Klingon he saw nothing wrong in discussing the murder in front of the children
Portun complements Worf on his politeness
Honor cannot exist without the truth
Silence is one road to honor - a Klingon saying
P262 Worf lied outright. Worf wanted to fight his way to Picard, but guile was better, quicker.
P267 the anger, the frustration, the helplessness boiled up from the center of Worf's gut. The rage built, flowed in a hot flash up his chest, across his  shoulders, his neck, down his arms. He screamed, an echoing cry that froze the guards for a moment. Then Worf waded into them. He picked up a guard and tossed him into the crowd clearing a space in front of him. He smashed his fists into two faces, one right after the other, the faces fell out of sight. A guard grabbed his arm and Worf lifted him off the ground. Something hit him hard on the back of the head. He whirled the guard still dangling from his arm. Worf tore the club from the hands and used it on the guards. He used the club like a riot stick to clear the way and it felt good. 
P273 Worf knew there was nothing that would end his feelings for Alexander
General Talanne invites Worf to stay on Oriana, he has much to teach warriors about honor.
Worf replies that peace is not a time to train warriors. Your people must learn other paths to honor.
Picard - Are you sure you don't wish to stay? You could start a new career as a diplomat. 
Worf - I do not think I have the disposition to be a good ambassador.
Cause and Effect
Worf has a bad Tuesday night poker game, for 17.4 days
Worf on bridge while others in 0700 staff meeting
nIb’poH, describes the feeling that an action or situation has occurred before, the feeling that you have done this before.
  SNW VII Future Shock by John Coffren

Morgan Bateson and Bozeman crew refresher course at Academy. Recognized Klingon ship and fired photon torpedoes at it, not thinking allies now.
Captain K’Temoc called Bateson. April 20, 2368. He commanded a sleeper whose mission entailed delivering a payload of Klingon warriors into the future to reignite the Fed/Klingon war. K’Temoc emerged from his deep sleep to discover not a raging battle but a lasting peace. The conflict-free era became unbearable and his own kind intolerable. The once proud warrior race had grown weak and soft in his absence. He had made plans for his Mau-to’Vor ceremony as a means of escape when civil war broke out on Qo’noS. he admitted that he much referred killing humans but would not flinch at an opportunity to kill Klingons. The lesson he learned, and gave to Bateson, was that nothing lasts forever and like a field of grain gone fallow, peace endures until seeds of war are planted and the deadly harvest reaped.
K’Temoc encouraged Bateson to be of good cheer. There was still a chance that our governments would have a falling out and we could resume our former hostilities
2369 Rigelian fever believed extinct. High concentrates of ryetalyn in blood of Bozeman crew produce antidote for small colony
The First Duty
Worf sends Picard’s regards to Starfleet Academy Superintendent Adm. Brand.
Wo/We dishonorable conduct
Cost of Living
Deanna counsels Worf and Alexander. 
Alexander playing without putting his soiled clothing in the garment reprocessor.
Deanna senses a touch of hostility. 
Worf specifically told Alexander.
Deanna suggests drawing up a contract defining duties and privileges.
Alexander- You mean he tells me what he wants and I have to do it.
When Alexander has cleaned his room, he can visit the holodeck to fight his alien monsters.
Worf – You suggest bribery
Alexander wants Worf to promise no yelling.
One day you’re going to be grateful your father cared enough to insist on rules.
Lwaxana - Mr. Woof
Worf - It is Worf, Madam. I? Not perform my duty?!
Lwaxana – A child who is trusted becomes worthy of that trust.
Alexander will be sanctioned.
Lwaxana – Life’s true gift is the capacity to enjoy enjoyment
Alexander smiles for Lwaxana.
Alexander meets with Deanna regularly. I wanted to leave before my father got back. I hate him. I wish my mother were here. She died. All he cares about are rules. I’m supposed to do everything right all the time. I don’t know how.
Lwaxana – My little warrior, we must always tell the truth to real friends, easier to remember, true friend is someone you can always tell the truth to without worrying about it. 
Takes Alexander to free spirit Parallax Colony on Shiralea VI, mudbaths
Lwaxana – Who else are you going to fight with if not your friends?
Lwaxana -  Every moment does not require a purpose
My little warrior wants to see more out of life than just fighting, eh?
The mind opens and in creeps wisdom.
Everyone has a thousand little people inside them.
The great secret is not the variety of life, it is the variety of us.
Alexander’s toys and clothes around living quarters.
Worf and Deanna find them on the holodeck. Worf punches out the guardian.
Various sculpture around Worf’s quarters – the black ball thing, Kahless and Morath on the coffee table, stark bat’leth display on wall, above shelf with ?scroll on stand. Ball with thin spikes. Three curved metal filaments in standing sculpture. Twisted metal filaments in red lit wall display. 
Alexander does his laughing hour when it should be his dinner hour.
Eat your food, wisdom will wait
Alexander promised to meet Mrs. Troi for another lesson in happy wisdom.
A Klingon never breaks his word
Alexander - Father, the higher the fewer
Worf gets Deanna to go with him to get Alexander from Lwaxana.
Alexander dissuades Lwaxana from marrying boring Minister Campio.
Worf and Alexander at nude Lwaxana’s aborted nuptials.
Lwaxana wanted to teach Alexander how to grab the joys of living
He taught her not to let go of them
Live in the real world only when necessary
Worf up to his neck in mud – You’re just supposed to sit here?
The Perfect Mate
Worf at aft rail.
Riker sends Worf to escort Ferengi guests, Par Lenor and Qol, to quarters - not too close to Riker's!
Picard instructs Worf to keep Ferengi under tight leash
Worf and two gold shirts find Ferengi Qol, in cargo bay - startles Ferengi so Kamala's emergence takes place
Worf hustles Qol to quarters
Worf and Riker together at table in 10 Forward
Worf observes Kamala with miners
Worf steps in "Is there a problem here?"
Kamala growls at him, Worf finds himself growling back
  Grounded by David Bischoff 
P10 Worf playing beach volley ball - Cease the bickering, hit the ball, and accept the eventual defeat that we shall mete out!
Will Riker rued the day he'd suggested that the Klingon try his hand at volleyball. Reluctance had rapidly melted away, to be replaced with a flashing warrior in kneepads, shorts, and a T-shirt. 
Worf snarled and gave chase to the stray ball
Heads up, opponents! called a deep voice. The ball sailed Riker's way at enormous speed. Worf hustled to resume his place amongst his team.
Serve again, and prepare for defeat.
Worf looked particularly odd in swimming trunks, thought Riker
Riker hit was ball directly at Worf, and immediately saw the move was a mistake. The Klingon leapt up into the air, snarling as though in battle. 
Preparing for Federation play-offs at Rigel II.
We shall finish it shortly, I promise, Captain! Worf growled, digging in on the other side of the fence, baring his teeth for fierce competition.
Deanna senses Worf, serving, wants blood. 
Prepare yourselves, opponents!  rumbled the Klingon. He growled  and proceeded to hit the ball so hard to Riker, it seemed as though he wanted to puncture it.
P30 the Klingon stepped down, into a layer of mud, and roared. The big officer seemed to be pulled off his feet. He went of to the side in a skid, slamming down into the muck.
I am all right, said Worf, fighting to maintain his dignity as he lifted himself up. I slipped. Nothing so noble as an attack.
P51 Riker had never thought of Klingons being particularly fastidious but Worf hadn't seemed to enjoy wallowing in that muck. 
P77 Team A defeated Team B, to the obvious chagrin of Worf, who demanded an immediate rematch. Troi on Team B. Why was that glowering Klingon bellowing so much? Team A proved worthy of its ranking. They beat Team B by a full five points. Worf was clearly upset. Data noticed that Riker made sure to go over and congratulate the Klingon for the quality of his play.
Riker - it is not, after all, a Klingon game, Worf. I doubt there's much honor in it, anyway.
Worf, his eyes blazing - Someday I shall challenge you to a gaaaame of Klarg!
Riker - let me get through the volleyball championships before you decimate me, eh? Riker will need Worf's cooperation and consideration to properly captain the team
Worf grumbled in his distinctive way, but agreed this was the best course
P180 Personal Log, Lt. Worf:
I do not understand why Counselor Troi has given me this device. I do not like them . . . especially in the current situation!
It is like giving a warrior who yearns for battle a toy to play with while his homeland burns.
Pah! What useless nonsense!
Would that this were a world of Klingons!
At the very least I would be allowed to fight this threat aboard my ship until the very end!
In many ways. Although I was raised by humans, I do not understand them. They speak sometimes in such confusing ways. They speak of ideals and yet ultimately they waffle.
And these petty bureaucrats who people the echelons of upper command! They are mindless Yaka worms, feeding upon their own excrement.
Bah. Worse than useless.
I go now to tend to Alexander, my son, who is confused.
Why  do we leave when we can stay and fight for what is ours? he says. Have you not yourself told me how much the Enterprise has meant to you? That it is your home, its people your family? How can we just stand by and do nothing, Father?
How can I teach him the Klingon ways of honor when the Starfleet Higher Command hamstrings me and my comrades!
Bah!
(crunching sound of recorder being thrown against a bulkhead)
p257 Worf growled a howl of defiance, stepping forward so that the creature would get the full power of his blast. The thing simply thrust the Klingon aside, slamming him against the wall, knocking him out as well.
P273 Picard joins volleyball game.
Worf - Prepare for defeat . . . sir! growled Worf from the other side of the net
Imaginary Friend
Worf- This area is not designated for children. Return to your quarters and we will forget this incident.
Alexander is making a squat clay cup for his father, with large spikes jutting out around rim. Spent two weeks making cup. Invisible Isabella smushes it.
Worf took Alexander to Brentalia zoo to see Kryonian tiger. The tiger licked Alexander’s hand.
Security alert for 12 year old invisible blond girl.
I, Borg
Worf in favor of killing borg now, leave no trace Enterprise was ever there. This changes Picard’s mind to rescue the borg instead.
Worf transports with Hugh to Picard’s ready room
  The Devil's Heart by Carmen Carter
P13 Worf has sat in a soft chair in Riker’s quarters that would offend his warrior sensibilities as much as it offended his spine, Riker judged that the Klingon was uncomfortable 
A Klingon ship would never waste time on a medical call
The staff on Starbase 193 are coward, they have no honor, diverting Enterprise from attending poker championships on Luxor IV vs the crew of the Telarius, who won last time. Five ship quorum for calling a championship match.
Worf never smiled, but at least he had stopped snarling
Worf investigates murder scene of Vulcan archaeologist T’Sara’s camp on Atropos
After a brief frenzy of activity Worf’s team had left behind a tidy mountain of faceted shipping cartons
P66 the Klingons refer to the Devil’s Heart as the Pagrashtak, the Bloodstone. Worf has heard of it, according to Klingon legend Lord Kessec founded the First Empire with its powers and Kessec warned that he who holds the Pagrashtak must drain his veins of blood or his next of kin will do it for him.
The price of gaining the stone is death or the spilling of blood. Those who have ruled by its powers have died in combat or been betrayed by their friends.
P69 Worf – one can find the Pagrashtak by following the flight of carrion-eaters; keeping it is not so easy. That was a quote from the Ballads of Duvall
From the crashing sounds off to his left, Picard could tell that Worf’s search technique was even more vigorous
Worf told Dr. Crusher about the discovery of the stone while she tended a gash in his hand
P121 Worf quaffed his prune juice in one gulp
P135 the house in the Old Quarter was still standing after 5 centuries, proof of the skill of the architect who had designed its massive chambers and sprawling wings. All that remained of past glory and wealth was the house itself. Duregh, A young warrior strode through the cold empty halls. Despite the reversal in his family’s fortune he carried his wiry frame with a strutting arrogance that was equal of any Klingon on Kronos. Wide spiraling staircase. Servant’s hall. Low trestle table.
Kruger, master of the house
Tore another mouthful of meat from the joint of beast
Kruger’s grandson, Duregh eats better elsewhere at the expense of wealthy sycophants in awe of his ancient lineage. 
50 years ago the death of Vulcan archaeologist T’Sara would have interested Kruger
p136 Ambassador Nedec, ?cousin, has access to classified documents and passes info from security reports circulating in high Fed circles.
Kruger - Nedec is a toady of that upstart Gowron. Nedec throws you favors like scraps to a targ, you who should be his emperor! Father was a fool to talk with T’Sara, revealing what should only be known to the Family. 
Kruger took a swig from a tankard of ale
T’Sara did not publish the account of Kessec’s disgrace in her texts, as she had promised. She used the knowledge of Kessec’s actions to trace the Pagrashtak.
P159 Worf – the only member of the crew who could overcome the shock-absorbent qualities of the deck carpet
The Klingon’s bony forehead gathered a new set of furrows
Worf – One who holds the Pagrashtak should not be disturbed for trivial matters
Despite the belligerent delivery, Worf’s assessment of the situation was probably quite accurate
This answer seemed to mollify the Klingon, his glower softened into a frown
It occurred to Data that Worf could be a bit overzealous in the execution of his duties, especially where Picard’s welfare was concerned. Admirable qualities in the chief of security
P165 Sons of Kessec bringing a bier, approaching doors of the Great Chamber, on cart up causeway, blood-sodden. Death marchers
Three armor-clad admirals stood at threshold of throne room. These mighty warriors, with the blood of a dozen space-faring races on their hands, feared facing the emperor. Each was desperately trying to escape the honor of announcing the processional that marched ever closer.
As a rule Klingons were not given to whispering. They bellowed and roared like wounded targs whether they were in a good humor or bad. They sounded much the same in battle or in lovemaking. Noisy. 
Smell of fear, normal acrid smell of a Klingon adult
Awkward sibilant speech.
Crossed swords of the Imperial guards, arched entrance. Bare stone walls, flagstone floor. 
Klingons seemed to disdain the cultivation of art and music
Emperor Kessec victory over planet Tehalai 10 years ago
Kessec now usually unattended, in seclusion. Dressed in ceremonial robes and chain-link, sitting erect on wide metal throne, Pagrashtak always rested in palms of his hands. Black hair, no gray
Approach and be recognized
All the sons of Kessec that are left alive
P167 Mohtr, eldest son of Kessec. Stepped forward and saluted
Kessec had the capacity to express himself with subtlety and restraint.
Duvall, son of Kessec has brought honor to his family. His death was an accident, no one else died. Mohtr fearful while relaying this info. A very small honor, then.
Young Duvall had been a favorite of Kessec
Many accidents of late among sons of Kessec – bruises, wounds, broken bones, now death
We are warriors!
Kessec curled back his lips - Warriors die in battle not in accidents, they kill their enemies, not their brothers.
Mohtr baring his teeth in return – you have left us precious few battles to fight, my Emperor
Yes, that was one of the unexpected disappointments of overwhelming victory against our enemies. So is watching my sons squabble like scavengers over the right to succeed me.
Mohtr – unlike you, sire, we grow old. Better to die like Duvall than to reach our dotage still yearning for our right to succession!
Dismissed him with an abrupt wave of his arm
Five bier-bearers
P168 Tagre, fourth born son of Kessec
Gistad, second born son of Kessec. Alone of the brothers he met the restoration of life with a smile of wonder and joy
Klingon Discipline of Waiting
The Pagrashtak restores Duvall to life
Bellowed for food.
Servants came running into the chamber with brimming bowls of meat, steaming pies and jugs of ale.
P169 rougath, tart glutinous paste ball
Rough fabric of his robe
The servants fled, dropping the bowl and everything else they had carried onto the flagstones
P170 Gorault’s fever, childhood lung illness, few children survive
In a time before this one, there lived two brothers who had been born of the same mother and on the same day. Kessec and Batahr, for those were their names, were so alike in appearance that it was as if they were a single man and his still-water reflection walking together on land. Their hearts were equally mirrored; within each burned the bloodlust of a warrior, and when they fought together in battle, their enemies fled before them like dry straw on a high wind rather than face their raging fire.
The shared the honor of their victory, just as they shared their weapons, their house, and their lovers. In time, they even shared the reign of all the territory within a two week’s march of their birthplace. 
Then it came to pass that the brothers defeated their greatest enemy, a neighboring warrior-king and in their victory found the one thing which they could not share. The first brother to touch the Pagrashtak felt its warmth and heard its whispers; the other held a cold silent stone. Soon the first brother was loathe to loosen his grip on the prize. Instead he swore an oath to share the fruits of its powers. Despite this generous offer, the second brother brooded and grew sour with jealousy and suspicion, until he forgot all honor and slew his twin while he slept.
The traitor grasped the stone and felt its powers but he also repented of his murderous deed so he used the stolen Pagrashtak to bring his dead brother back to life.
Batahr raised Kessec from the dead. And for that deed I quickly slew him in turn. Then I burned his body and scattered the ashes so I could never be tempted to resurrect him.
All this happened long ago, said Kessec, reciting the formulaic ending of a historical narrative.
Klingon tales rarely had such an ending
Hot mug of ale
Duvall looks like Kessec
Healing Duvall left Kessec so weak that he lost his grip on the Pagrashtak and the stone rolled away from him
Take this curse away from me and mine
Slave girl Halaylah takes stone and flees to Atropos, founds artist’s colony that flourished for a century.
P186 Until such time as Worf earned the right to assume command authority, the Klingon preferred his position on the aft deck. From this lofty perch he could observe every action on the bridge and overhear almost all conversations. He had little personal interest in most of the information he gathered, but as the chief of security, Worf felt it was his duty to be aware of the petty concerns of the crew and the weightier matters that involved the senior officers.
Worf did not miss the anxious look on Riker’s face. Data had a comment for every event, no matter how minor, he would not have lasted very long on a Klingon warship. To Worf, Troi’s involvement was usually a warning of an imminent disruption to order and discipline.
Klingon ships have no counselors, and they have fewer problems
Flickering green lights on Worf’s console indicated a faint communications broadcast in the sector around Starbase 193, the steady blue light indicated automated message. The security chief made a slight adjustment to the alignment of the ship’s antenna array.
How could the Pagrashtak have traveled from the healers of Andor to the emperor Kessec? The Andorians call it Telev’s Bane. In the first Andorian/Ferengi contact the Ferengi threatened wholesale slaughter if they were not provided with ‘trade’ merchandise. One of the items may have been the stone, unaware of its true value, with other assorted baubles and trinkets it was later traded to the barbaric natives of a technologically primitive world known as Kronos.
Fulfilling one’s duty was no cause for congratulations, competence was expected, not rewarded. He had captured the transmission
To Worf’s gratification, Picard carried the Pagrashtak with a care and dignity that showed the proper respect for its powers
Worf knew their destination and faced it with courage and eager anticipation
Since the days of the Emperor Kessec, no other Klingon had been honored with the opportunity to serve a commander who wielded the powers of the Pagrashtak. This journey would son become legend, and all Klingon legends ended in death.
P192 when Starbase 193 explodes, the Klingon bird of prey Plath is 7 hours away
P211 By nature Klingons were fiercely loyal to their commanding officer, but Worf was especially sensitive to any implied criticism of Picard.
We must remain vigilant
Worf loomed above the seated group from his aerie on the aft deck
With the swift instincts of a born warrior, he had already seized the advantage
P239 the Plath, a Klingon bird of prey, crew complement of 12. Contact lost. The navigator transmitter a coordinate check just after the destruction of Starbase 193. Captain Duregh volunteered to assist the Portsmouth with the rescue effort, but the Plath never arrived. 
P249 Troi felt Worf tracking her progress from the turbolift to the command center. She sensed in him the usual uneasiness that always seemed to underlie their interactions, especially those involving Worf’s son Alexander. For some new reason she could not fathom, Worf was wary of her.
The phantom form took solid shape. Angled wings stretched wide on either side of a narrow-necked forward hull. Captain Duregh of the Plath hails Enterprise. Young to be commanding his own warship. Had the lean feral look of an ambitious Klingon warrior.
Duregh – Greetings Captain Picard. We have followed your trail in hopes of joining in combat against the Romulans. Obviously we have arrived too late to share that honor. My weapons officer informed me you are without shields. The dim red lighting of the command pit washed down over the furrows of Duregh’s brow. His deep set eyes were lost in shadow. Despite his smile, Duregh’s facial muscles were stiff with repressed tension.
The Plath fires on unshielded Enterprise twice.
Duregh laughed loudly at the result of his treachery – The Pagrashtak is mine. Transport Kessec’s jewel over to me and I will spare your life. Then prepare to die. I can rake the Pagrashtak from out of the rubble of your blasted ship and the corpses of your dead crew. 
Worf – Traitor! You have no honor.
Duregh – Fool! I do this to recover my honor. I am a direct descendant of Duvall, son of Kessec. The Pagrashtak was stolen from him, and thus stolen from me; it is my birthright.
Picard – No, you are wrong. Emperor Kessec willingly gave up the Heart to a slave, not to his sons.
Duregh – And for that disgrace he died by their hands!
The fireball burned back along its own path until it enveloped the bird of prey. Faulty detonation control.
P270 Worf was leaning over the deck rail, his face glowering with suspicion. The Pagrashtak is best left in the hands of Captain Picard. As his security chief I will not allow it to be taken by force. 
Srjula, an Andorian tea, crumpled orange leaves turn bright yellow in hot water, then dissolve. Pungent aroma. Tart bitter taste
P286 Captain Duregh’s betrayal convinced Picard that the continuing presence of the stone would eventually destabilize our current political alliances
P293 Worf tried to rush to Picard’s aid when Data tried to take the stone, but armed guards immediately dragged him away from the bridge railing. It took five of them to keep the warrior’s arms pinned behind his back.
With a mighty heave worf threw off the men holding him. One swipe of his muscular arm ripped a phaser from a guard’s belt. Roaring like a wounded animal he took aim at Data and fired. The stone absorbed the energy like a sponge. Data and stone transported away by O’Brien as part of bluff. Stone sent off through a wormhole. There is no poker championship because of crisis.
The Next Phase
Worf goes over to help Romulan ship in distress with nary a growl of protest
Giving the Romulans a current computer is an unacceptable security risk.
Data discusses memorial service for Ro and LaForge with Worf
Worf knows the Bajoran death chant is over two hours long.
Worf is not the proper person to advise Data – Worf is very happy for LaForge. He has passed over to that which is beyond. For a Klingon this is a joyful time. A friend has died in the line of duty. And he has earned a place among the honored dead. It is not a time to mourn. 
LaForge - A few years back we got intelligence reports that the Klingons were trying to combine a phase inverter and a cloaking device. In theory they believed that a phased ship could hide anywhere, even inside a planet, and conventional weapons would be useless against it. The research never got out of the preliminary stages, there were several accidents.
Ens. McDowell, dark haired male, covers Worf’s station, and takes Picard’s order to set course.
  The Romulan Prize by Simon Hawke 
P34 Worf informs Picard that the ship is not a standard D’Deridex class warbird. It appears to be an entirely new design. I am showing no power. At this range they cannot possibly be unaware of our approach, yet their shields are still down. I am showing no power to their weapons, no life signs. We are now within visual range and have not yet been scanned. All readings indicate a derelict. All systems are powered down. Even if it were a clever ruse at this range they could never power up in time to constitute a threat. The ship is completely at our mercy. 
Picard – It seems too easy. Prepare an away team, Riker, also a full complement of security, Mr. Worf.
Worf – I shall see to it, Captain.
When the away team materialized on the Romulan warbird, the security personnel had their weapons ready and each member of the away team carried a Type II phaser set on heavy stun. Regardless of what the scanner readings said, Riker saw that Worf wasn't taking any chances. Prior to transporting, the security personnel had taken up positions around the rest of the away team in tight perimeter formation, phasers ready so they could fire the moment they materialized. For almost 30 seconds after they materialized no one moved or said a word.
Worf and a security detail go to check the other decks
P59 Picard – To a Romulan warrior, surrender means dishonor and disgrace. For a Romulan, ‘Death before defeat.’
P66 five Romulans dragged a struggling Worf onto the bridge, he roared with rage. His arms were bound behind him but it still took all five of them to hold him. They threw him down onto the deck and stood over him, breathing heavily. 
Romulan – Commander, this Klingon filth killed five of our warriors before we could subdue him.
Romulan Commander Valak –He did no less than his duty. You were warned to expect severe physical resistance from the Klingon, were you not? The men who died paid the penalty for not having properly prepared themselves. Lt. Commander Worf is now our prisoner and he will be treated with the respect due to a Federation officer of his rank. 
Romulan – But Commander, surely you do not intend to allow this Klingon filth to live!
Worf – forgive me, Captain, I have failed you.
Picard – You did not fail me, Mr. Worf. The fault is mine. I was simply out-generaled.
P86 Worf, with the hostages on Romulan ship Syrinx, has organized some of the men. I believe if we create a distraction we can rush the guards.
Picard – Negative, Mr. Worf. 
Worf – But we must do something, sir!
Picard – Wait the right opportunity. See what you can learn about this new class of warbird. 
Worf said furiously – It is maddening to feel so powerless.
Picard – We are not powerless, we are merely at a disadvantage for the present. Have patience.
P107 Romulans had long lusted to expand their empire into Fed territory, but now that there was a treaty between the Klingons and the Fed, they were a lot more cautious.
P138 Riker had worked out with Tasha Yar at aikido and jiujitsu. She had been a master at those arts and had helped Riker set up a holodeck training program, which he still uses.
P189 Worf whispers with Miles and Keiko O’Brien, with the hostages – We have had no word from the captain. We must also think of the children. If we make an attempt to break out of here, we might endanger them. 
Lt. Arthur, Worf’s deputy chief of security. Doesn’t want to end up in the Romulan slave markets
Worf – I am a Klingon warrior. You think I like this any better than you do? My blood boils at being held captive, but what would you have me do? The captain told us to wait. I do not have the authority to initiate any action. 
O’Brien – You’re the senior officer present. The captain and Riker may already be dead.
Arthur – Their hands are tied because of us.
Worf- Our hands are tied as well. We have no weapons. If we attempt to rush the guards, they will shoot us down before we even reach them, or they will open the outer bay doors, cancel the force field, and kill us all. Or purge the life-support system in the shuttle bay and suffocate us.
Worf – Even if we were able to overcome the guards, a plan he had been considering himself, we would not do so without casualties. For myself, I do not fear death, if I can die like a warrior, but to risk the lives of the children.
He glanced over at his own son, Alexander, who was sleeping. It seemed ironic to Worf that he, of all people, should be the one to counsel caution instead of following the dictates of his Klingon warrior spirit and urging the others on to battle. However, as the senior officer, he had responsibilities, and above all he had a responsibility toward his own son. 
Worf’s nature was to fight, to prevail over the enemy or go down in battle as a warrior should rather than submit to defeat. What seemed like a defeat could often be turned into victory through boldness or clever use of strategy. There was merit in Ensign Tyler’s sabotage idea, but Tyler was young, and the enthusiasm and boldness of the young had to be tempered by the wisdom of their more experienced elders. Resistance was always preferable to submission, but now was not the time for what the French-speaking humans referred to as a beau geste, a noble gesture of self-sacrifice. While it might be noble to die in battle against the Romulans, it would be pointless if it did not accomplish anything and tragic if it resulted in the death of children. 
Worf recalled how ill at ease he’d felt at first with Alexander. He hadn’t been prepared for the discovery that he had a son, and he was even less prepared to assume the responsibilities of fatherhood. He had felt awkward around the shield, and while Deanna Troi had offered invaluable counsel to him in his new role, he had felt uncomfortable at having to seek that counsel. It seemed to undermine his self-sufficiency. It had taken time for him to realize that no none was truly self-sufficient, and that those who thought they were merely took refuge in a form of weakness, the weakness of being unable to ask for help and guidance and thus find greater strength in reliance on close friends and comrades.
That was Picard’s strength, Worf realized. Emotionally, the captain was the strongest human Worf had ever known. Yet Picard relied as much on the strength and counsel of his immediate subordinates as he did on his own. In this situation, Worf thought, I must do the same if I am to lead effectively. 
Worf saw some of the adults nod at him as his gaze swept over them. It was as if they were reassuring him. They were all depending on him to make the right decisions. He could not let them down. 
Their faces fell as Worf pointed out the flaws in Tyler’s plan. He had obviously already considered the idea.
O’Brien – I understand what you’re doing. Playing devil’s advocate. We all know that no one wants to take a crack at these Romulan bastards more than you do. We want to go down fighting.
Worf – Is this how you all feel?
Keiko O’Brien – We all knew the risks when we joined Starfleet. All the people here know and respect you, Worf. They’ll follow you regardless of what you decide. 
Worf looked at them all for a long moment, then nodded. He felt proud of them. Worf asked himself what the captain would have done in such a situation. And he had his answer.
P237 Worf and Arthur initiate an argument to distract the guards while Tyler heads for shuttlecraft. A number of hostages bleed from wounds. Worf had already killed three guards with his bare hands and he tore another one off Arthur. 
Worf hit from behind and sank to his knees. 
Alexander, with a fierce, high pitched scream, lands on the Romulan’s back. The guard struggled to throw him off. Worf got to his feet and smashed a hard right into the guard’s chest, crushing his rib cage. The Romulan went down. Worf looked at his son and nodded proudly, then swept the guard’s weapon and waded back into the fray. It was over quickly, and all of the guards were dead, at least 3 Enterprise dead and six critically injured. 
Worf – We must take them all with us. We cannot leave the wounded and dead behind. Their sacrifice was not made in vain. They will get off this ship!
Worf quickly took charge, ordering some of the crewmen to see to the wounded while Tyler and Arthur disabled the bridge controls for the outer bay doors. Then Worf started herding all the others toward the shuttles and assigning some to help carry the wounded. Worf knew the Romulans could discover their escape attempt at any moment. 
Worf to Tyler – Do the best you can.
Holding on to the shuttle for all he was worth with one hand, while clutching Tyler with the other, Worf strained against the pull as the air inside the shuttle bay whoosed out into space.
Tyler – You’ve got to close the hatch! Let me go!
Worf grimaced as he struggled to pull Tyler in – WE all go together!
Together Arthur and Worf managed to haul him in.
Tyler looked up and sighed with relief – Thanks. I owe you one.
Worf – You may buy me a drink when we get back aboard the Enterprise.
Tyler – Deal.
P252 Back aboard the Enterprise Riker – Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect.
Worf- Happy to oblige.
Riker- Romulans coming
Worf- We shall give them a warm reception.
Riker – Korak’s got a score to settle with me.
Worf – A score?
Romulan Subcommander Korak – you have my word of honor as a Romulan warrior that you will not be fired upon!
Worf – You would trust the word of a Romulan?
Riker – I never thought I’d hear myself saying this, but in this case, yes.
Worf – This is not wise.
P265 When the ambimorphs arrived in this sector, over 30 years ago, the Fed was still at war with the Klingon Empire and the Romulans were the wild car in the conflict. Now the Fed and the Klingons are allies, but the Roms remain as warlike and unpredictable as ever. The situation was extremely unstable back then, and in many ways it still is. 
The Inner Light
Worf in favor of destroying probe attacking Picard, Crusher doesn’t think that’s wise until they know more.
  The Promise, Strange New Worlds IV
Kamin tells story of Klingons pursuing Enterprise shuttle. Klingons were by their vary nature honorable beings. That is what made them Klingons. but these Klingons had no honor, they did not care about it at all. They had stolen a Romulan scoutship to pursue Picard and Riker and probably kill them. Three elephantine Klingons. Gath, biggest of Klingons, also deadliest was leader. Gath removed a large blade and held it to Riker’s . . .
Time's Arrow
Worf speculates some time of guerilla war from strange aliens
Worf – If we find Commander Data, it may be our fate to die with him, in the past. If our remains were in that cavern, they would have turned to dust long ago.
Worf gets sent back to ship when Picard joins away team.
Mr. Clements calls Worf a werewolf.
Worf argues with Riker that Picard would not consider risking mission success to save Picard acceptable. Worf recommends destroying enemy with photon torpedoes immediate. Deanna – He’s right, Will.
Riker orders Worf to power up torpedoes.
  The Best and the Brightest by Susan Wright 
P63 Cadet Jayme Miranda’s great aunt Adm. Marley Miranda is hoping they do get into Klingon territory while Jayme is visiting
P72 [2369-70] The other first year cadets watch open mouthed as B’E argued material stress levels and Starfleet safety protocols with Professor Chapman. Cadet Starsa, Cadet Bobbie Ray and Cadet Jayme Miranda all think she’s a great engineer
P141 39 Fed and Klingon starships destroyed at Wolf 359 vs. Borg
Harry Kim’s insightful editorial in the Academy newspaper appeared just before Enterprise mission to Dorvan V[Journey's End]
P178 [2370-71] Professor Chapman’s voice hardens with resentment when he speaks of B’E leaving the Academy. Jayme Miranda had been shocked when she found out Torres had left. The half Klingon who was ten times the engineer she would ever be.[The Search]
P235 the Klingon bird-of-prey glimmered in sickening green, like nothing else
P245 Cadet Hamman Titus, one of crew killed when Enterprise-D crashed 
P262 [2371-72] Boothby of the opinion that nothing will top Starfleet Academy’s first Klingon cadet
Clearly Klingon fingers were stretched toward Cardassia since the recent invasion. Two Klingon ships attack Oberth-class Cochrane near Klingon territory. Firefight. Cochrane continues on mission [Way of Warrior]
Trill Moll Enor, 4 years younger than Jadzia, at Trill Institute together. Jadzia took perverse pleasure treating Moll exactly like a younger sister. Felt sorry for girl with remarkable memory. Moll joined before Jadzia. Jadzia at Starfleet Academy before Trill Institute. Moll to Academy after joining. Jadzia a Lt. fast, by 2369-70
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