Realm of Fear
Worf, male, female security guards go into transporter beam to rescue trapped personnel.
Man of the People
Worf teaching Deanna in Mok’bara class.
Worf beams down to Seronia with Picard to talk to Ambassador Ves Alkar. Worf and Picard escorted away by Seronian security at gunpoint. 
Worf and Geordi find a way to beam through planet’s security fields
Worf arranges security and reports Amb. Alkar’s death.
Potential baby index: Deanna/Ensign
  Calculated Risk, Strange New Worlds II
no Klingon content
Relics
Worf beams over to Jenolen. Scotty taken aback at sight of Lt. Worf.
Worf at Scotty going away, just look at each other in passing, don’t shake hands or speak.
Novelization by Michael Jan Friedman
P53 Worf would rather be studying the insides of the Dyson Sphere then the insides of a derelict transport vessel. 
Scotty noticed the deep voice, a very deep voice. Scott found himself staring at a savage, bony-browed Klingon, the same kind of villain who’d tried to take his life time and again during his exploits under Jim Kirk. A Klingon, not attacking them, not even spitting in rage at them. Just standing there as casual as you please.  And impossible as it seemed the bloody heathen was wearing the same kind of uniform as Commander Riker. It was one thing to sign a treaty with the barbarians, but this! 
P125 Scott smiled, recalling the furry little creatures and all the trouble the tribbles had caused. Not that he’d minded the trouble all that much. It had given him a chance to mix it up with the Klingons, to let off a little steam.  Now that the Klingons and the Federation were allies, there would be no more brawling between them, no more knockdown-dragouts with the horny-headed barbarians.
Schisms
Blonde woman at tactical while Riker has the bridge
Worf has memory of examination table.
  Here There Be Dragons by John Peel 
P1 Riker with Alexander on holodeck 'tcharian warriors
According to legend, you never heard a 'tcharian warrior unless he wanted you to, and that was as he delivered your deathblow.
Swamp smell doesn't seem to bother Alexander. To the Klingon's nose, Riker thought, they might even have the fragrance of perfume.
Alexander holds small thrusting sword over head to keep it dry. Faint smile on Alexander's dark face. He was enjoying himself. Only a Klingon would think of this as fun. Klingon, Klingon child, born to fight.
Three experienced 'tchariani warriors couldn't have been put off Riker and Alexander's trail this easily. 
'tchariani warriors a grim bunch who loved to fight more than anything. Their idea of a pleasant evening was to sit around a blazing campfire and toast someone's feet. If that person screamed, he was immediately killed for displaying less than warrior like behavior. The 'tchariani were so humorless they made the Borg look like a race of sand-up comedians. 
P3 Their favorite food was the heart of a ichkhari, a kind of armor-plated lionlike monster, which they ate not merely raw but freshly torn from the chest of a dead beast they had personally slain seconds before lunch. 
The reeds beside him exploded outward as a 'tcharian hurled through them. The warrior scream howled from its double throat. This was not just to terrify prey, but to let the other warriors know it had located Riker and to stay back until one of them was dead. Hissing in fury the warrior leapt back to ready another attack. 'tcharian four legs, astonishing agility for a creature of its mass, hunt with spears, curved edge like part of sickle. The idea was to catch prey with thrust, then twist so as to disembowel it. it made the prey's death much more agonizing and therefore more entertaining for the warrior. 
Sensing victory and death the 'tcharian threw back its lizard like snout and keened the death song.
His thrusting sword held firmly and proudly, Alexander darted in for the 'tcharian before it could take advantage of Riker's clumsiness. Like a dolphin leaping from the sea, Alexander shot out of the filthy swamp, his sword held firmly in front of him. His whole body was part of the weapon, and he lunged below the guard of the 'tcharian. The blade struck below the creature's breastbone. The warrior reared back, its forefeet flailing wildly. It screamed and then fell dead into the water. 
A wild howl filled the air as the final warrior hurtled out of hiding. Alexander was too startled to react in time. The sword was wrenched from his grip by the falling 'tcharian and he was left defenseless before the onslaught of the final warrior. Riker, with a primeval yell of his own, staggered forward, he thrust his spear in the 'tcharian's side and twisted. 
Worf terminates program
Alexander almost hopping up and down in his eagerness - Did you see me, father?
Worf with a grim smile on his lips and unmistakable pride in his voice - Yes, my son. I saw it all. You acted very bravely and fought as a Klingon should.
Alexander beamed with pride and self-confidence - That was my first kill! I took him well!
Worf - Very well. You are progressing well. But now it is time for you to prepare for classes.
Alexander's face fell - Aw, do I have to? I want to fight somee more.
Worf's stern tones couldn't mask the affection he felt for his child - Yes, you have to. A Klingon must be prepared for his duty mentally as well as physically. Go take your shower now.
Alexander gave Riker a big grin and bolted from the room.
Worf is very grateful Riker agreed to help Alexander with this simulation. Normally it is one that Alexander would undertake as a class exercise in a Klingon school with other youngsters of his own age. Worf would have felt embarrassed had he been forced to be Alexander's partner in the program. It is a level reserved only for children.
Only a Klingon could make a thank you sound like an insult.
Riker happy to help Worf with Alexander's education, he doubted the use of a combat simulation like this. The Klingons placed a great deal of stress on hand-to-hand combat, but it was an outdated mode of fighting. Nowadays starships and phasers were the more customary weapons to use. A man with a phaser could stun a 'tcharian warrior. Why bother with obsolete arms like swords and spears? No matter how hard Riker tired, he never really understood the Klingon mind. 
P20 a happy gleam filled Worf's eyes - Shall I fire back, sir? Phasers are on line.
P43 Picard - Mr. Worf, please contact your security representative and have him escort Mr. Nayfack to the bridge.
Worf looked even gloomier than normal - You intend to trust this man, Captain?
P60 thirteenth century Germany and chivalry, an ethical code based on honor and strength sounds like an excellent principle to Worf, he could like these humans. Knights and liege lords, bullies, plotting to overthrow weak or unpopular lord sand take their places, a system very much like the Klingon homeworld.
Worf not happy that he can not accompany Picard to planet, because conspicuous alien and doesn't play any musical instrument.
Worf - Then the captain must take one or more of my officers. He must be protected.
Worf didn't look at all happy. Then again, considering he always looked like he was having his teeth extracted by terrified amateurs at the best of times, it was rather hard to tell.
Picard - Worf, you will detail 20 of your security team to be part of the assault force.
Worf suggests Lt. Miles to go with Picard, a tall slim man with mane of dark hair. If Worf had picked him, Picard knew he was most likely an exceptionally good security man.
Smolinske, head of Ship's Stores on Enterprise dresses and outfits away teams in correct style - What is it today? A Klingon death rituual?
P88 Worf has glass of body-temperature tagaak milk in 10 Forward
Worf - I wish to be alone. The scowl with which he accompanied this statement would have sent almost anyone running for a good place to hide. Guinan simply slid into the booth beside Worf. 
I wish to be alone, he repeated, this time showing his fangs.
Worf upset, sulking, this is the first human world we have ever found that appeals to me, they believe in the force of arms, ritual combat, honor and glory. He would give almost anything to visit! Alien Worf forbidden to visit the planet, where humans understand the passion for combat!
Guinan - Most races grow out of that kind of passion.
Worf - Then you do not comprehend the true meaning of the word passion. Good reasons to remain combat ready. You can not defeat an enemy like the Borg with anything other than weapons.
Klingon proverb - It takes two to make peace, but only one to declare war. 
As long as three is one foe ready to declare war, we must be prepared to fight for peace. It is the Klingon way. It is the way of life. The humans on this planet understand this. I would give anything to be able to visit them. 
Worf looked a little more cheerful, well, Guinan thought, at least less likely to rip someone's arm off and beat them to death with it.
P104 Worf draped a friendly hand about Barclay's shoulders. Barclay staggered under the weight. Worf goes to Barclay for help with medieval holoprogram, Arthur Rex.
P118 the Klingon marched into the holodeck, Barclay trailing nervously behind him. Worf is knight, in metallic armor, Barclay is his squire. Sir Worf has the honor of meeting the Black Knight in single combat. Worf is truly enjoying this. This was definitely a human culture he could appreciate. Jousting, a thrill of pure excitement jolted through him. This was living! 
Worf unfamiliar with a lance [no klin zha player]
Worf - Do you yield?
Black Knight - Never! To the death!
To the death, Worf agreed happily.
P146 Worf laughed with the pleasure of combat.
It was time to do the unexpected.
Human weakness not able to live up to ideals of chivalry disappoints Worf.
Worf - I must confess, weakness not living up to ideals can even be the case with Klingons. it appears that the appeal of ideals is universal, as is the failure of all races to consistently attain those goals. The cheating knight was a good reminded that our expectations and desires are not always met in the real world.
Worf slammed his fist down on the plasteel rail surrounding the deck. It buckled visibly. 
A fight, he snarled, and I cannot take part. Then he launched into a string of Klingon oaths. 
Geordi winched at the anger in Worf's voice.
P212 Worf's face broke into his first real smile in days - A challenge worthy of us!
P259 Worf gets to beam down to the planet. Worf could not keep the excitement from his voice. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for! But he is to be a demon form hell. Worf was stunned. All his hopes had been dashed. Not only would he not be descending to the planet as a warrior, but he was apparently expected to wear a genie outfit. it was too much for a Klingon's pride.
Worf - I am not happy. We shall have words about this when my mission is over. That is a promise.
The irate figure of Worf appeared. On his face was a glower of rage so potent that the natives howled and jumped back. Worf looked both imposing and ridiculous at the same time. The only thing that prevented Picard from smiling was the furious glare that Worf cast about the room, as if daring anyone to laugh at him. 
Worf - I feel very foolish
Picard - Nonsense, you look very-. Picard hit his communicator
Worf - I am impersonating a magical Earth being, do you have a problem with that?
Smolinske hides in medical isolation room, a week might just give Mr. Worf time to calm down.
True-Q
Worf holds down communications at the aft rail
Rascals
Worf resists taking orders from 12 year old Jean-Luc Picard
Two Klingon birds-of-Prey, B’rel class, decloak and attack as Enterprise orbits Ligos III. Minor damage to one ship. Enterprise boarded by Ferengi. Worf shot by Ferengi, rendered unconscious. 
Alexander and the other children held in classroom 8. Alexander plays with his remote control toy, gives young Jean-Luc an idea. Jean-Luc takes it and doesn’t give it back. Alexander helps by distracting Ferengi with noise, grabbing hypospray from sickbay. Reports back to Picard - Mission accomplished, the one in sickbay never saw me.
Alexander hands comm. badge to Ferengi outside classroom door so he is transported away. Smiles. 
Jean-Luc leaves Alexander in charge at classroom. Yes, Sir.
Crayons can take you more places than a starship
A Fistful of Datas
Worf was hoping to take advantage of the delay by staging a series of ship wide security drills. Or perform maintenance checks on forward phaser array. Picard orders him to use his free time, enjoy it.
Alexander lying on floor playing with computer game. Twisted silver metal sculpture on pedestal by door looks like trefoil. Black ball thing in corner. Three segmented flat silver disc on wall. Two short crossed blades where crossbow was. Worf sits heavily in large leather armchair. 
The captain saw fit to release Worf from his duties. He can go with Alexander to the holodeck. Deadwood, the ancient west. Worf is the sheriff and Alexander the deputy.
Mr. Barclay helped Alexander write the program. apprehend Eli Hollander, if you can.
Were you born that way, or did your momma marry an armadillo.
I am beginning to see the appeal of this program
Alexander asked Deanna to join them, she loves western stories
Klingon Fire Wine
I do not negotiate with criminals
Worf is shot in arm, Deanna bandages wound
Ancient West gunfighters not concerned with keeping honorable agreements
Alexander lies dejected on the couch.
The town of Deadwood may face danger once again, if they do, they will need a sheriff and a deputy.
Worf practices quick draw in the mirror. Smiles. Enterprise rides off into sunset.
Data/Bandito and Alexander the testy captive.
Worf nearly shoots himself in the foot after a quick draw lesson from Troi. Deanna tries a little therapy on the criminal son.
Troi's father read westerns aloud to her
  A Fury Scorned by Pamela Sargent & George Zebrowski 
P54 on holodeck Worf kills a Klingon warrior no weapons this time, only bare hands, and yet he had vanquished his foe too easily, too quickly. Leans against tree, panting.
Worf decided he would program in more difficulties next time, give himself a more demanding opponent. Taking his exercise in this peaceful setting had also made the battle a somewhat less satisfying experience, but the other crewmembers on the holodeck had insisted on the serene environment
Worf had slept for a couple of hours, had his recreation, and soon he would go back on duty.
The star shining on Epictetus III was a deadly enemy, one impossible to fight. He felt a bit of pity for the planet's inhabitants, but some of them might have shown more courage in the face of disaster and death. 
Cowards, fleeing, hoping to survive, if living without honor could be called survival. No Klingon would have behaved so dishonorably. Had Epictetus III been a Klingon world, its council would have asked the Enterprise to save the best and strongest three thousand, then chosen others to be given passage on the sublight craft, and the rest would have prepared for death bravely, even joyfully. Klingons would not have disgraced their ancestral lineages by giving in to fear, none would have behaved so dishonorably as had many of the Epictetans. 
Ens. Ganesa Mehta looked frail, so unlike the powerful frame of a Klingon female. Her physical strength was no match for the Klingon warriors of his favorite holodeck program, but she had used guile and tactics to wrest a few victories from her holographic opponents. She had never shown any fear of him, or nervousness around him, and that had also won his respect. Her soft brown eyes were those of a gentle soul, so Worf had thought when Ganesa Mehta was first assigned to the Enterprise almost a year ago. They had become friends over the past months, and Alexander had taken an instant liking to her. 
Ganesa wants to be wither dying world.
Worf - To give in to such feelings shows weakness. Such thoughts are unworthy of you. Your parents would want you to remember them, to honor their courage. The best thing you can do for your people now is to follow the orders of your commanding officer. You won't help those you love by becoming yet another defeat for Captain Picard. Harden yourself Ganesa. Forbid your fears to overwhelm you. Throw them aside. 
Worf allowed himself a brief smile. Ganesa never took his sternness the wrong way, as some of the other human crew members occasionally did. She bore his reproaches as a comrade might, needed only a few firm words to remind her of her duty. It was another quality he respected in her.
P74 Deanna will command the away team, but she can turn command over to Worf if she finds it advisable. Worf might be the only one who could get the away team back to the ship safely.
Deanna - Worf might not seem so reassuring to the Epictetans. 
Riker - Worf's presence should make the possibility the away team might be used as hostages more unlikely. Yeoman Parviz Bodonchar should be part of the team, too, for some of the same reasons. The strapping yeoman was the only member of the crew who was nearly as physically imposing as Worf, but his kindly demeanor would also make him seem less threatening than the Klingon. 
Worf recommends Ens. Ganesa Mehta, but Riker and Troi are doubtful
Worf - You know I would not make such a recommendation if I had any doubts.
That was true, Riker admitted to himself. The Klingon would not be swayed by sentimentality, pity, or any other emotion he considered a sign of softness or frailty. He was saying that he trusted the ensign to carry out her duties and face the prospect of death as a Klingon might. 
P89 Pleasant place, Worf said. Coming from him that was high praise.
P104 Worf, to Troi's relief, had restrained himself from revealing his distaste for the people fleeing in the sublight craft.
P117 Ganesa had told Worf about her city, Hierapolis, its hanging gardens.
Dalal Mehta was obviously impressed that his sister had a Klingon as a friend. Worf bowed slightly to the boys. 
Ganesa's mother - I won't go looking for death. It's going to have to come looking for me, and even then I'll give it a fight. Worf found himself liking the woman. They were fine boys, Worf thought, with their refusal to show the fear they musty be feeling, they reminded him of his own son.
P126 Children could draw no courage from such weeping parents, Worf thought. 
There were a few sound reasons for suicide; to cleanse one's honor or that of one's family, to avoid being an excessive burden to others, to sacrifice oneself for one's comrades in battle.
Worf - I too have a child. I try to set him a good example as a father. Show that you can set one for your own children.
Whether it was his words that moved them, or only the sight of an angry Klingon in their midst, the parents seemed calmer. 
P141 Worf - The thought of retreat is most disagreeable, especially when others would have to be abandoned during the retreat.
The cold, clear salt-scented air of town of Boreas appealed to Worf more than any of the places he had seen on Epictetus III.
P150 the mission had grown progressively more disagreeable. Worf chafed at having to follow orders. He cursed in Klingon. 
P165 Alexander brings some of the evacuated Epictetan children to Guinan. 
Alexander - They're scared. I told them they wouldn't be so sacred with you.
His small face was as fierce as his father's. Guinan was sure Alexander had done his best to cheer the children, but perhaps the young Klingon's manner was a little to resolute for them. 
Alexander - My father is on your world now. He won't be afraid, so you shouldn't be either. Mr. Data and the engineers are working hard, they wouldn't be doing that if they didn't have a pretty good plan. And when my father comes back to the Enterprise, you can all go home.
Guinan thought she caught a flicker of sympathy in Alexander's dark eyes.
Guinan to the children - Even Alexander's probably a little bitt scared.
Alexander scowled, but did not deny her words.
P175 the monumental sculpture of beings that seemed remarkably humanoid and yet also extremely alien. The look of pride and disdain in the slightly lidded eyes and curving mouth revealed an arrogance beyond even that of the proudest of intelligent beings; it was a look that, had he not been Klingon, might have made him feel small and weak, at the mercy of much greater foes.
Worf strode to the yeoman's side, refusing to allow himself to hope.
Worf goes through short wormhole while on Epictetus III, quakes, temporal distortions.
P221 perhaps having his thought processes affected would have been preferable to the feeling that his body had become a prison. He would not allow himself to go mad, not even if he had to sit here for a subjective eternity. 
Worf, in his most commanding voice - You must, you foolish woman.
The woman clung to Dydion, looking terrified of Worf. 
Worf stomped toward the transceiver, cursing the Epictetans silently for the fools and cowards they were. Not all of them, of course, His comrade Ganesa had not let him down. 
Worf would prepare himself for the worst. He would not think further ahead than right now.
P238 Epictetans had been housed in Worf's rooms, after the traditional Klingon weapons had been removed from the walls.
P250 the metallic chain sash he wore over his Starfleet uniform
Worf, who towered over most of the people around him
P256 It is a hard thing to lose one's father and mother, Worf said, thinking of the Klingon parents he had lost in a Romulan attack and of the human parents who had reared him to adulthood.
Worf stepped back, his presence might only alarm the bereaved children more. But he would stay near. It might help them later to speak to one who had also been orphaned as a child.
The Quality of Life
Worf in poker game discussion of beards
I am not concerned with fashion. To a Klingon a beard is a symbol of courage.
Beverly has been taking bat'leth lessons from Worf
Chain of Command 
Picard, Crusher and Worf have been reassigned.
Cardassians have withdrawn forces from Bajoran sector and moved them to Fed border.
Worf – It would be helpful to known where we’re going.
Picard has his orders.
Lt. McDowell tactical officer on gamma shift.
Jellico – Get that fish out of the Ready Room. What happened to Livingston?
Worf pilots shuttlecraft Feynman away. Course for Torman V.
Mission to Celtris III, find Cardassians developing metagenic weapons
Worf not familiar with metagenic weapons. Outlawed by everybody years ago.
Meet with DaiMon Solok on Torman V and arrange transportation to Celtris III
Bats! You’re not afraid of bats, are you Worf? Of course not.
You’re not afraid of heights, are you Doctor?
Worf communes with the rock.
A phaser set at level 16 should suffice to widen crack so they can crawl through.
Well done, Mr. Worf.
Worf rescues Crusher from rockfall.
Worf knocks out one Cardassian, stands in doorway to prevent it closing, Crusher gets out, Worf sees Picard down, Worf hit by phaser blast, knocked out of doorway, door closes. Picard left behind. Crusher orders they must leave, other Cardassians are coming.
Crusher and Worf barely make it back to Ferengi cargo ship.
Riker picks up Crusher and Worf at rendezvous point in Lyshan system. Return to Enterprise. Crusher reports to Captain Jellico in sickbay.
Jellico orders Worf to prepare 500 anti-matter mines with magnetic targeting capabilities, which Riker shuttles out.
Worf doesn’t seem to have any problems with Jellico.
Cardassians gave up rights to some planets at armistice
Potential baby index: Crusher/DaiMon Solok
  Debtor's Planet by W.R. Thompson 
2 a container of live gagh in one hand, a bottle of prune juice in the other, Worf was on his way to Will Riker’s quarters. Riker has invited Worf to observe a humorous cinema recording with him. Riker claims the recording would appeal to the Klingonese sense of humor.
The Klingon security officer grimaced, a gesture that further wrinkled the ridges on his bare scalp. while he respected Data, the android’s desire to become human annoyed him. It seemed to slight all the other races in the galaxy, including his own. 
Worf sat with an erect posture, which maintained his innate dignity, the chair seemed inadequate to support his muscular frame. 
Worf knew of no Klingonese comedy. As did most Klingons, Worf considered humor an annoying alien custom.
Film: Missing Link 3: Vacation in Armageddon
Riker had taken up the challenge of making the Klingon laugh, although so far he had not succeeded.
Worf thought Humor is undignified, but understanding it might help me to deal with Alexander. His son was part human and the boy’s emotions and behavior often baffled his father. The sense of humor Alexander inherited from his half-human mother formed the greatest obstacle between father and son. 
The Fed had fought and won a limited war against the Cardassian Empire a dozen years ago. The armistice had banned them from this sector. Surgically altered Cardassians on Megara.
The gagh’s eyespot sensed a light and the creature squirmed toward it. Riker reached for it, but Worf caught it first and ate it.
Riker – It’s funny because we know what real combat is like, and this isn’t it. combat was never like this, even back in the 20 th century.
But if it were, Worf said wistfully, the 20 th century would have been a marvelous time.
P17 when the conference ended, Worf was the first to leave the room. he went straight to his post and checked the weaponry. He did not fear a Ferengi battle cruiser, but he did respect its powers. In terms of hardware and energy, such a ship was an even match for the Enterprise. Fed crews had the edge in discipline and combat training.
It was said that the Zhuik loved to fight.
Worf grunted in approval of Riker’s spirit. Of all the crew Riker was the one most like him in temperament and inclinations. A year ago he had served as an exchange officer aboard the Imperial Battle Cruiser Pagh, and he had returned from that assignment with a deepened respect for Klingon ways. 
Riker – We’d better live back-to-back.
Among Klingons, back-to-back was the watchword of friends going into combat; stay alert and protect one another. Despite the unknowns, Worf felt reassured by those words. He could rely on Riker.  A phrase Klingons use to describe survival in a desperate battle.
P34 prune juice has a soothing effect on the Klingon soul. It makes Worf talkative.
Neither Klingons or Romulans would sell cloaking technology to Ferengi
Worf – Against the Enterprise a cloaked ship has no defense but overconfidence. They can be detected. 
56 Worf preferred to dine in the rec area on the engineering deck. It was located between the battle bridge and the torpedo bays. The armory, which contained the weapons used by away teams and his own security unit, was nearby. Sharp ears could hear the rush of coolant through the phaser banks. Somehow the ambience made the rokeg pie sweeter, the k’truyg tarter, the gagh livelier. Worf with Alexander. The replicator was delivering a roasted scrag haunch when Riker entered. 
Are you going to complain if your superior officer joins you? He asked Worf, in the rude manner affected by Klingon warriors.
If you must, Worf grumbled. It pleased him to have this human around his son. Alexander was a Klingon and needed role models. Living among so many non-Klingons, the boy was exposed to such unwholesome concepts as etiquette and pacifism. Riker’s only fault was that he bathed in water, almost every day, Worf suspected. 
Riker picked up his scrag with both hands and tore off a mouthful with his teeth. 
Alexander’s teacher told Riker Alexander has been keeping discipline in his class.
A good Klingon enforced discipline. Alexander saw Rajiv hit Nonong once. Alexander told Rajiv it looked like fun, he was holding him upside down by the ankles when he said it. the boy grinned, showing a mouthful of jagged Klingonese teeth. Alexander was small and delicate for his age, by both human and Klingon standards. 
Worf thought –My son more than makes up for his delicacy with his determination. He will conquer worlds!
Alexander – I like being around humans. I’m glad we didn’t annihilate them. Riker laughed and Worf clapped his son on the shoulder in approval. 
LaForge looked away from the mug of squirming gagh on Riker’s tray. 
Worf  has been considering the problem of detecting cloaked ships. Worf glanced at Alexander. Admit that he was concerned for his son’s safety? Never.
Alexander is quite a kid, even though he bathes.
Worf has been examining the archives for more ancient films that might interest Riker – Rambo V. glorious, frequent honorable displays of hand-to hand combat. The villains are obvious. The hero never speaks. Everyone dies. 
Advance career by assassination common business aboard Klingon ships. 
There shall be vengeance, Worf vowed to him.
Scrag, the flesh of the killer garbat, marinated in its own blood and treated with ten different spices. The finest achievement of Klingonese culinary arts, completely indigestible by human beings. 
77 who has a reason to develop a backwater planet like Megara? Romulans, Tholians, Cardassians, Orion pirates, Gorn, renegade Klingons. Megara good strategic position on the Fed border.
87 Alexander helps Geordi in engineering. Geordi calls him Al. likes having the kid around. The kid didn’t want to be an engineer. 
Alexander tells a joke – How many Romulans does it take to change a light bulb? Two. One to do it, another to kill him and take the credit.
When Geordi was a boy, that joke was told about the Klingons. 
Geordi gave Alexander joke about not annihilating humans. Worf liked it. Geordi offers – Humans are ok, even if they like tribbles.
Alexander – Dumb. Father will like it. 
Worf, to judge from the bytes of gossip that floated around the ship, didn’t think his son acted klingonese enough, and that was a source of tension between father and son. The boy could be rambunctious as all hell by human standards, but evidently Klingons had higher standards. 
90 You describe a pirate, Worf rumbled. Geordi thought he heard admiration in Worf’s voice.
Worf took umbrage at the joke. The Klingon’s bioelectric field rippled in the angry display that always reminded Geordi of shields going up. Worf growled as though draining the charge from his temper.
107 Wesley buys a massive spiked club, as a gift to his warrior friend Worf. He’ll want to know if it has been used in battle, many times. He’ll love it.
122 Alexander sits with Geordi testing Alexander’s idea to detect cloaked ships. Geordi – I definitely don’t want your dad telling me I kept you up late on a school night.
Alexander hopped off the chair – OK, I’ve got to take a bath now anyhow.
Geordi knew that some kids liked to get their parents’ attention by annoying them, but Alexander found some pretty weird ways to do that.
130 Riker asks Worf – If you were a Cardassian, how would you hide a ship?
Worf promptly – Through indirection.
The Cardassians make an art out of ambushes
140 Geordi calls Alexander Roshenko. A rasping, grating noise answered him. Like father, like son, Geordi thought, hearing the Klingonese snore.
155 Ralph Offenhouse had a snore that would have impressed a Klingon
and Cardassians execute prisoners of war, Worf noted
Worf hefted the mace Wesley got him as a gift. Useful, he said in satisfaction. Wesley recognized that as the highest praise a Klingon could give a weapon.
Tellarites do not snore
Worf leads away team of Data and Wesley to Megara to enlist natives in rescuing Picard. Worf spoke in Klingonese to Data – I heard the Prophet speak. Her words were sweet with hate, but she did not sing like a native.
Data answered in the same tongue – The Prophet was a hologram
Worf looked puzzled – A mere seeming?
180 Worf ordered Wesley to return to the ship. Worf never explains orders. Wesley could guess. There was the incident at the Academy. Worf had never said so, but he had to feel displeased by Wesley’s soiled honor.
Worf wanted to move, to find his captain, to fight his enemies with phaser in one hand and mace in the other. Waiting was torture. 
Data has read the books Megara native Taygar kept on a shelf. He described them to Worf as disgustingly violent. A combination of words that disgusted Worf. Data’s idle chatter with native Anit had further annoyed the Klingon’s warrior instincts. 
Worf took the chair and sat with his back to the wall as he faced the door. He did not expect Anit to betray him, but Worf did not discount the possibility. 
Worf told Data – We are in a tactical situation. I do not see how your talk with Anit helped us.
Data, as always, took Worf’s sarcasm literally.
Data – I would like your comments on Riker’s personal behavior. He seeks to emulate klingonese attitudes. As a Klingon, would you describe his emulation as a success?
Worf’s temper rose – Must you ask such a personal question?
Data – I must. I wish to develop human characteristics. If Commander Riker has adapted himself to Klingon standards, I might study his example.
As always, Data’s wish top become human annoyed him, and at the moment Worf’s toleration had dipped to a new low – I wonder why you seek to become human. It would seem more logical for an android to copy Vulcans.
Data absorbed the barb as though it had been nothing more than a reasonable suggestion. 
Data – Whether by evolution or by engineering, we are all molded by the forces which created us.
Worf felt stirred by an odd emotion. He had been orphaned after a Romulan attack on the Klingon colony of Khitomer, and he had been adopted by his human rescuers. The Rozhenkos had tried to raise him as a true Klingon, but they had not fully succeeded. In consequence Worf had labored to develop Klingon virtues in himself, even though they sometimes felt alien; the indifference to others’ pain, the use of treachery, the joy of seeing a friend die in glorious combat. It had been difficult, but by and large he had succeeded. 
Worf thought – If that is so, it is because I have always had it within me to become fully Klingon, and because I need to do so, to fulfill myself. This need makes Data and myself, brothers.
Worf could not express that aloud. 
Worf – You are impatient. Impatience is a human failing. 
Data – Thank you for bringing this to my attention.
My pleasure, Worf said sarcastically, but to his surprise he did feel pleasure.
Riker – Our best guess is that someone is playing a double game
Excellent, Worf said, almost purring. There was nothing like a little betrayal to enliven the day. It also pleased him that Crusher had not gone into a sulk after being ordered back to the ship. By doing his duty the youth helped to earn his way out of the disgrace he had brought upon himself after the disaster at the Academy. It was a pity he lacked a warrior’s training. This mission would have given him the perfect chance to earn honor.
The new Megarans looked at Worf with expressions of soldiers and he knew they were sizing him up, either as a potential enemy or potential leader. Respectable, indeed.
192 Ens. Anna Novotny, one of Worf’s subordinates stood at the Klingon’s usual post. The tall, muscular woman, a human designed to Klingon specifications.
Riker slipped into the arrogant, commanding slouch of a Klingon captain.
Riker smiled again, showing his teeth
Riker chuckled like a Klingon. 
Riker noticed Shrev and Wesley whispering. If Worf heard you two whispering like this, he’d suspect a conspiracy.
Liburnian-class Cardassian warship, one of their largest, on course for Megara. Outguns Enterprise.
197 Worf stared at Data for a moment, then made an odd grinding, wheezing noise, as though he was having trouble breathing. 
Worf is beamed up in the rescue of Picard and Offenhouse. Worf stumbled as he materialized, he held the mace above his head. No! he roared, Send me back! Worf turned to Picard. Captain! Please!
Picard nodded – Quickly.
Picard to Riker – Worf has returned to a battle on the surface. Take an away team and assist him. 
Riker – We can’t. there’s a Cardassian warship entering orbit. 
Klingon ethics demanded Worf return to battle. 
Cardassian self-destruct system equivalent to a 100-gigaton fusion bomb, as the Fed had learned while attempting to rescue survivors of defeated Cardassian warships. 
Cardassians double-crossed people as enthusiastically as the Romulans did
207 something had bashed Worf over the head when he rematerialized on Megara and when he awoke it was with his hands bound behind his back. Worf tested his bonds and decided he could break them when he wished. 
Anit in disbelief – You came back.  Kill you they shall.
Worf grunted – the Company is honorable
Worf raised his face to the sky and howled at the dying glare, warning all in the afterlife to beware, the souls of warriors were coming. Cardassian warriors. My son lives. I feel it! Enterprise was not destroyed. Alexander must live!
Worf to Enterprise. Answer, you tribble-loving taHgeg!
Picard – Good to hear you too, Mr. Worf. The captain sounded amused.
Worf smiled at the sky. My son lives.
Riker – There are a lot of Ferengi and Cardassians down there. I don’t like leaving Worf alone in a spot like that.
Picard – I’m certain Worf won’t hurt them too badly.
Cardassians are warriors, they’d go down fighting
222 Alexander, Al, helps Geordi get the shields back in phase. 
I like doing this, Alexander said. He knew that Geordi hadn’t really needed his help, the engineer had wanted to keep him busy so he wouldn’t worry about his father. On the other hand, Geordi had let him do some real work on the ship’s systems, as if he were a trainee instead of a nuisance. That was something he liked about the engineer. Most adults seemed annoyed by kids, but Geordi always took him seriously. 
Alexander – Geordi, why does my father do all these crazy Klingon things?
Geordi seemed unsurprised by the question – You mean, like beaming back into a fight? A lot of humans would do that, too, for their friends. 
Alexander shook his head – Humans would stop to think of a better way to help their friends. Father just charged in there.
Geordi – Well, I think he’s trying to prove that he’s really a Klingon. He’s trying to prove it to himself. He was raised by humans and sometimes he must feel confused about what he is.
Alexander could understand that. Most of the time he wasn’t sure whether he was human or Klingon, and his emotions often grabbled like a pair of Triskelion gladiators. Even now, when he knew he had to talk about his problems, he still felt like he should go off by himself and brood. At least the need to talk was winning now. I guess that’s why he wants me to act like a Klingon, he can’t stand to see a Klingon act human.
Geordi – I don’t think so. I know he feels mixed up sometime because of how he was raised. Maybe he thinks that if he raises you like a Klingon, you’ll have an easier time than he did. 
Alexander – It won’t work. I’m part human. He’s just got this way of acting when I do anything too human, like he’s trying real hard not to let it upset him. He doesn’t even know he doe it. Counselor Troi talked with us about it, but. He shrugged, unsure of what to say. 
Geordi – I guess it isn’t easy for Klingons take emotional advice. 
What do you mean, Alexander bristled, we can take it when we have to.
Geordi – Strategy. You’ve been acting human around him. Maybe you should try acting Klingonese. Really Klingonese. It won’t seem right, so maybe that’ll show him it’s ok for you to act part-human.
Alexander thought that over. It might take a while for that to work, but it might be fun. He’d have to check the computer library to see how a Klingon kid was supposed to act. 
Alexander – thanks, Geordi. For a human, you really know a lot about strategy.
Geordi chuckled – Thank your dad for that. He’s a good influence.
225 several of Worf’s scalp ridges had been crushed and drying violet blood clotted the flesh. The armorlike Klingon skull had done an admirable job of protecting his brain from damage. 
Crusher – Hold still. If you want to enjoy pain, do it while you’re off-duty. 
Worf growled at the joke.
Crusher – you’re fine now, just stay off your head for a few days. It looks like some of these people have other injuries.
Worf – I met them with enthusiasm.
Worf gestured to one of his ensigns. Take the Cardassian back to the ship and place him in a security cell. The rest of you will form a defensive perimeter.
Worf – Cardassians do not allow themselves to be captured.
Crusher – You sound like you approve. 
Worf scowled – It is an honorable inconvenience. 
234 Worf is interrogating the Cardassian prisoner. Security detail on Megara, stamping out some fires and looking for anything Cardassians may have left.
He does not look defeated, Worf thought as he stared at the prisoner. The Cardassian man ignored the Klingon, his shoulders retained a firm set, he kept silent during the interrogation. The only certainty was that a slow poison would deprive the Klingon of his prisoner in a few more hours. The sight of the man filled Worf with melancholy. The Cardassian presence on Megara meant there would be another Cardassian war, and Worf did not want that. There is glory in combat, and I hunger for that, but not for the danger it would bring to my son. When Alexander dies, let it be as a warrior, not a victim. 
Worf – Tell me why you would fight the Federation.
Cardassian – A Klingon must ask that?
Worf – We have reasons when we fight.
Cardassian – We must fight. We are alike in that, Klingon. War holds are peoples together.
Worf- That is not true!
Cardassian – Our peoples are lone wolves, Klingon, yours and mine alike. We need war to hold us together. Without enemies to unite us, we would divide against one another. Is that good?
Disgusted, Worf turned away without answering. War was good, but Klingons did not use it as a tool to hold society together. That was dishonorable, even if combat seemed like the foundation of Klingon society, even if war seemed like the Klingon Empire’s first answer to all its problems. But we are not like Cardassians! Worf thought angrily. We do not lame war for such cynical reasons. We avoid it when it is dishonorable! Yet Worf felt uncertainty. There was just enough truth in the Cardassian’s words to sting. 
Worf realized that he had let the prisoner distract him. I should wonder why he did not seem defeated, he thought in chagrin. He behaves as a man who expects to win. Worf thought that over as he went to the bridge. Cardassians often took advantage of natural camouflage, or other forms of interference. Perhaps the Cardassians were hiding in one of the native cities. 
Worf took over his bridge duties form one of his ensigns. A quick study of the security instruments revealed that everything was normal . 
Wesley Crusher had volunteered  to join relief effort. To Worf’s annoyance, Picard had deliberately assigned Wesley to an area far from any danger. It baffled Worf that Picard would deny Wesley a chance to face danger and prove his honor. It cold have something to do with human empathy. It was no secret that Picard felt responsible for the death of Wesley’s father. A human would seek to preserve his son’s life, just as a Klingon would raise his son to be a fierce warrior. 
It was not the Klingon way to understand aliens and their feelings. Worf shook his head as if to clear it of such thoughts, but he could not entirely dismiss them.
Worf scowled – The Cardassians lack honor. We are superior to them. 
The prisoner had compared Worf’s people to Cardassians, and there was just enough truth in that to sting. We are not alike, Worf told himself, I shall prove it. it was a matter of honor. 
Ambassador Offenhouse requests Worf accompany him to the surface.
The Klingon did not look as if he enjoyed the ambassador’s company.
The neural imprinting the Ferengi were using on the Megarans included numerous programs relating to combat, espionage, reconnaissance and the financial evaluation of targets.
Pirates would need such knowledge, Worf said. Picard thought the Klingon sounded a bit wistful.
Indeed, Worf said, almost purring . and this is the closest spaceport to their last known location. Captain, I suggest you and the ambassador return to the ship now. 
Picard felt grimly amused by the Klingon’s tone - Do you expect trouble, Lt.?
Worf rumbled – I have my hopes.
251 the Zhuik had no qualms about war and violence. Zhuik hives had been invading and conquering one another, they fought with honor. It was ignoble to use a weapon that struck down an enemy at a distance, or to kill without first identifying oneself to an enemy. That was the way most mammalian races fought, and their anonymous style of combat often led to millions of anonymous dead. 
Cardassians may be present in this area, Worf said, coming right to the point as he always did. They are disguised as Megarans. We will find them and defeat them. 
Six person security detail
Worf snarled something in what Shrev presumed was an obscure Klingonese dialect
Shrev stunned the Cardassian, then felt her antennae writhe in shame at her dishonorable act. At least he lived, she could apologize to him for her shameful behavior later.
Worf recognizes Cardassian military equipment he had seen in intelligence reports
By fighting here, Worf had prevented a larger war. I have proven that my people are not like the Cardassians. I have fought to preserve honor, not to create war.  And I have won because I am a Klingon. 
The Klingon smiled up at the night sky, where aurorae shimmered like a hero’s spirit.
Worf had stayed on the surface after the rest of his away team returned, and Picard thought he had been savoring the battlefield. If so, the Klingon had earned that, and Picard thought he looked satisfied. 
It’s typical of Cardassians to fight to the death. They would have tried to escape if they thought they had a chance to continue the fight later. When they go down fighting, it means  they know everything is over for them
261 Worf explains his laugh [197] to Riker - The tactical situation was not good. The odds did not favor us. Victory appeared uncertain. Worf paused to take a slow, maddeningly deliberate sip of prune juice. Worf toyed with his glass. Data said Things have never been better. I cannot explain, sir. You had to be there. 
Now that Worf has started laughing, Data is spending every free moment he has studying him to learn how Worf did it. data won’t leave him alone, and it’s driving Worf nuts.
Worf gave Shrev a commendation for original thinking.
Zhuiks saw nothing wrong with a little justified boasting
265 it was unseemly for a warrior to sulk, to glance over his shoulder and peek around corners, but it was unacceptable for a Fed officer to assassinate a superior, and Data’s persistent questions about humor inspired heartwarming thoughts about knives in the dark and accidents with airlocks. Worf knew it was better to avoid the android. Worf sighed. If only Data would develop the emotion of discouragement. 
Alexander sat at the table, doing his homework. He stood up, but instead of delivering one of those embarrassing human hugs the boy gave a proper bow of respect to his father. Worf felt vaguely disappointed. 
Alexander – I heard that you won a battle today, father.
Worf – A small battle.
Alexander – Did you kill all of your enemies?
Worf shook his head – There was no need to kill.
Alexander scowled – Not even once?
Worf - No. 
Alexander growled at that and returned to his homework. Worf took his bat’leth sword from its wall mount, sat down with it and began to hone its edges. He thought about humor and laughter. He reasoned it was like needlepoint, or cooking, or swimming, useful talents in other people, but not worth developing in himself. he would gladly leave this undignified humor-stuff to Data, although it had been interesting to needle Riker with it, and it was important to Alexander. 
From time to time Worf heard his son growl as he battled an especially tough question. Alexander is in one of his moods. This mood caused him to act, well, Klingonese, but in an exaggerated style. That would stop when the boy’s mood passed, which was not a displeasing notion. Alexander should act like Alexander, Worf thought. Troi had said so on several occasions, but until now Worf had never understood that. He wondered how he could tell that to the boy. 
Worf finished sharpening his bat’leth and put it back in its place. 
Alexander studying Theodore Roosevelt and Russian-Japanese war. Humans are like us, they eat together to show they’re friendly. Only in human feasts you bring in one group at a time. Everyone was scared that the dishonor of being second would start the war again. so Roosevelt changed the custom, removed chairs and everyone came in at the same time through different doors. The humans gave Roosevelt something called a peace prize, his people felt honored because he was the first of their line to win that. 
Worf heard the enthusiasm in his son’s voice, his human side was filled with admiration for this war-ending Roosevelt. Worf was both pleased and puzzled to discover that this did not trouble him. Worf wondered how he could tell his son that he could accept the human side of Alexander’s nature.
Worf said at last – There are some things to be learned from humans.
Riker to Worf – Lets talk battle over dinner.
Alexander’s voice took on a conspiratorial tone – I hear Riker likes tribbles.
Worf – Nobody’s perfect. He found it good to hear his son laugh at that. 
As uncooperative and suspicious as a Romulan with an engraved invitation to a Klingon banquet. 
Wesley/Shrev, an insectoid Zhuik
  Captain's Table Once Burned by Peter David
P53 USS Harriman, two months into tour of duty, caught in a crossfire between a Klingon and Romulan vessel. Casualties were light, but included Captain Norman Kenyon’s wife and science officer Marsha.
P137 a planet where two factions were at war with one another. Kirk had discovered that the Klingons, our enemies at the time, were supplying one side with advanced weaponry. Well, relatively advanced. Flintlocks and such. So Kirk supplied the other side for the purpose of evening the score. Matters escalated and eventually Kirk, soured by the experience and feeling like a warmonger, pulled out. After he left, the tribe that he’d been backing was wiped out by the Klingon-supplied side. Ironically, with no one to fight, but with the advanced weaponry in their hands, the victors wound up turning upon each other, embarking in a power struggle that wound up wiping out every last one of them. Every so often Mackenzie Calhoun thinks about the Klingons walking among the corpses that resulted from their handiwork. Were they pleased? Were they saddened? Did they care one way or the other? He would have liked to ask them. 
P171 rakash – a Xenexian war cry meaning To the hilt. When faced with an opponent, the concept is that you won’t back down until your knife blade is buried in the body of your enemy up to the hilt. 
Emissary
no Klingon content
  Double Time by Peter David /comic/
no Klingon content
Past Prologue
Tahna Los, Kohn-Ma terrorist, escapes in Bajoran scout ship. Tahna a known criminal, brutal acts of destruction and murder against the Cardassian people. Gul Danar, commander of Cardassian warship Aldara, comes after him to DS 9.
Lursa and B’Etor of the House of Duras arrive, object to giving up their weapons on DS 9 promenade. Slight physical altercation with two Bajoran security men on promenade. Knock one out, other holds them with phaser. Odo arrives. 
Klingons do not surrender their weapons
Hand over disruptors from right side holsters. Go straight to Quarks, just sit, chairs backward, at table on upper level, with drinks, don’t gamble.
Sisko knows of Lursa and B’Etor – they tried to grab control of the Klingon High Council, started a brief civil war. Out of sight since then. Odo is ignorant of this. The Klingons have them listed as renegades, enemies of High Council. Starfleet has heard they have been trying to raise capital to rebuild their armies. Sisko wonders what they could be doing on DS 9.  Odo can’t just throw them in prison, they haven’t broken any laws on DS 9. even if Klingon High Council lists them on security net. 
Garek and Bashir consider Klingons to have an odd sense of style. 
Tahna Los enters Quark’s, and Lursa and B’Etor vault out of their chairs. Go with Tahna to storage area.  Lursa wants to know where the payment is. Tahna says it is one the way. B’Etor injects that that was not the arrangement. Tahna complains he couldn’t stop and get it, he barely got past the Cardassians. Lursa reminds him that his safety is not their concern. B’Etor reminds him that his gold is their concern. Tahna promises it will be available tomorrow. 
B’Etor gets a neck grip on Tahna. B’Etor – if we have made this trip for nothing, Tahna will have made a fatal mistake.
Odo overhears everything as a mouse. Reports to Sisko, Tahna seems to be paying them for something. 
Lursa and B’Etor visit clothier Garek. B’Etor warns Garek to watch his tongue when he offers to show them some silk lingerie from Kraus IV, or she will rip it out and eat it. Hisses at him. Garek claims he has few Klingon patrons and meant no offence. Lursa says they are not here to buy, but to sell. 
B’Etor – we understand you still represent Cardassian interests on DS 9. We have no time for your games! You want Tahna Los or not? 
Lursa wants to know what Tahna would be worth to the Cardassians. 
B’Etor – in Gold pressed latinum.
Garek puts a figure on a data pad, which Lursa spits at when he shows it to her, and B’Etor turns to leave.  Lursa – you insult us.
Garek stops them stalking out with a Let us haggle.
Garek is meeting Duras sisters at 21 hours tonight. They are right on time. Garek welcomes them.
B’Etor gets right to the point – save your welcome, Cardassian. Do Cardassians want the Bajoran or not? 
Lursa informs Garek – we will complete our business with Tahna Los in four hours. 
B’Etor reminds Garek -What their business is is not his conceern
Lursa reveals they will deliver to him a cylinder of bilitrium
B’Etor – the rendezvous will be on the dark side of Bajor Eight’s lower moon. The Cardassians can have him then. 
The Duras sisters turn and walk out. Bilitrium a rare, crystalline, element, powerful source of energy, with an antimatter converter it makes a significant bomb
Sisko has nothing really to hold the Duras sisters on.
Klingon bird of prey decloaks in front of Kira and Tahna’s runabout. 
O’Brien reads Klingons powering up their transporters. 
Lursa and B’Etor transport to Tahna’s runabout – each facing in opposite direction defensive posture,  B’Etor hand on weapon in holster. B’Etor turns and takes bag with 13 kilograms of gold pressed latinum from Tahna. She checks it out. Lursa tosses him canister of bilitrium. 
B’Etor, hand on upper arm placed communicator – speaks Klingon and transport initiates
The Klingons must have sold us out – when Danar and warship Aldara appears
  Guises of the Mind by Rebecca Neason 
P15 Worf stood at reception in dining room on deck 8 for nuns Little Mothers. His eyes shifted around the room continually, his body tense and ready to spring into action. 
P67 A Klingon does not discuss the gods he follows, especially with a member of another species. 
Tact was a human skill Worf was trying to develop, but it was one he found both difficult and irritating. 
Worf to Data – I do not believe your programming makes you capable of understanding our warrior gods.
The ship’s library contains very little on Klingon culture and history, and almost nothing on Klingon religion. 
Worf – I am not a G’luuc’taha, a teacher of the gods. If you will come to my quarters this evening, I will instruct you in the gods of my house. But it is a private instruction. You will not mention this to others.
Worf remembered the times he and the android had fought side by side. They had faced death together, in his culture they were brothers of war. 
Worf emitted a low growl.
P196 Riker saw his own doubts about the safety of the Away Team mirrored on the warrior’s face.
Aye sir, Worf said eagerly, his approval spoken by the posture of his body and the glint in his eyes. Riker saw the gleam of combat readiness in Worf’s eyes.
Riker, Worf and a 6 man security team beamed down to Capulon IV. The security team stood at ready, phasers in their hands, Worf with phaser and tricorder. Riker gestured for the Klingon and his tricorder to lead the way. Riker met Worf’s eyes. No words were needed. Simultaneously, thy opened the doors. Find only uniforms and comm. badges.
Worf recommends – The captain and Counselor Troi would not leave their rooms without their uniforms. They must have been carried off during the night. We should return to the lower floors and find a palace servant to act as guide. Wherever the captain and Counselor Troi are being held, it will not be in a place as easily accessible as this.
Trusting the Klingon to guard his back, Riker looked down at the woman in his arms.
Here, sir. Worf’s voice boomed through the stillness. Worf and his men were sitting casually by the door. The body of one man lay sprawled, unconscious, on the floor. Worf was grinning a warrior’s grin. 
Worf – When the palace stiff tried to follow Commander Riker we fired a few warning shots. Realizing they were not armed, we fired well above their heads. That one would not be warned away. Once he went down, the others backed away and we have not seen them since. 
Worf noticed Picard was in his sleeping attire. Looking slightly embarrassed for the captain’s sake, the Klingon picked up the captain’s uniform. Picard quickly pulled it on.
Worf’s body tensed, ready to pull the King Joakal to safety if needed. 
Picard has Worf and security team return to the ship, but stand by.
A Man Alone
Odo complains about one of the problems of being in a relationship is having to spend an agonizing evening listen to one’s partner’s Klingon opera when you want to watch the game
  The Siege by Peter David 
P131 Bashir comments that maybe some Klingons will use space debris for target practice. He’s heard that’s a favorite Klingon pastime, taking potshots at debris.
Ship in a Bottle
Worf and two security, male and female, attempt to break through holodeck force fields
  Invasion! The Soldiers of Fear by D. W. Smith & K. K. Rusch 
P3 Brundage Point Listening Station, aka Furies Point Defensive Listening Station, materials about battle that had taken place deep in Klingon space 80 years ago required reading for station personnel. 40 other unmanned listening points most along the Klingon border, watching for Furies’ return
P18 Picard receives a Security One Message, and wonders what it was about, the Romulans had been quiet, the Cardassians had been cooperating with Bajor. Maybe it was the Klingons?
P29 Picard studies Kirk’s logs, when Kirk had been called in a panicked Klingon admiral who felt he needed one devil to fight another. One Fury ship destroyed much of a Klingon fleet before Kirk managed to win
P32 the Klingons have been contacted about the apparent return of the Havoc, but after their first run-in. Adm. Kirshbaum understands Klingon honor is at stake. The Fed is counting on that. Hoping that they will be able to overcome their memories of that first battle, and their fears. Worf sure the Klingons will fight. Worf and Riker are to study the original battle from a tactical standpoint.
Worf thinks the Havoc are trying to trick Enterprise to board Brundage Station.
The Havoc have left the station intact to lure us aboard, it is a very old trick of combat.
P56 the devil had no place in Worf’s tradition yet he stared at the empty screen, his dark foreboding features the color of Ferengi grub worms. He seemed frozen in place. 
Deanna has a vision of a giant Klingon, his teeth covered with blood, a Craxithesus, screaming its blood cry
The Klingons had not left a record of the Havoc visit. They had been suspiciously silent about the entire encounter. From the punishment they took, Lt. Redbay could understand why.
P72 there were parts of the body, human, Vulcan, Klingons, that no one understood
Picard knew that fierceness was a Klingon cover for embarrassment
Picard – It is the Klingon way to face one’s fear, is it not, Mr. Worf?
Worf – Klingons believe, sir, that one must respect one’s fears. Occasionally a fear is justified.
Picard – it is the strongest Klingons, those who can go beyond their fears, who become great leaders. It is my belief, Mr. Worf, that you are one of your people’s great leaders. I have seen you face events that would have destroyed lesser Klingons. 
Klingon culture shows records of the Havoc’s influence 
P89 Riker had survived on a Klingon ship, against the betrayal, the constant danger, the tests made on his human capabilities, and he had seen that as a challenge.
The Klingons were used to being tough. They knew how to master difficult circumstances. They never suffered from unreasonable fears. Every fear they faced, and faced down, was justified. A Klingon always weighed the risks and entered into battle knowing the odds. But the first encounter with the Havoc had brought out deep emotions. A Klingon general had panicked and turned to the Federation for help. No wonder they never talked about that battle, even in legends.
The Klingons put a high store in cultural demons and devils, figures of myth, even now. It caused their extreme reaction, that ended up bringing in the original Enterprise. Remember Worf’s reaction when Kahless returned?
P101 Worf had stopped by his quarters to touch the bat’leth that Kahless had given him, a sign to Worf of his own courage. Worf was appalled at his initial reaction to the Havoc. He had studied the Klingon response to the original Fury attack and had thought it impossible for a modern Klingon to act in a panicked way. Worf had argued with Picard about the value of fear as if he needed to justify his own fears. Cowards justified their fears. Worf was no coward. He had to remind himself of Klingon honor, not Klingon shame. 
Worf knew how valuable Deanna was to the ship
The terror Worf had been feeling all day rose. He had to clench his massive fists to contain it.
The Klingons and Vulcans are coming to assist Enterprise. Two of the Klingons’ closest Bird-of-Prey will be here at the same time as the starships.
Only two ships? Worf asked, the fear he had been trying to suppress rose again. The Klingons would not shame themselves, not again. 
Picard has been told that the Klingon Homeworld is massing two lines of defense. One is her, and the other, the main one, if farther inside the border to Klingon space. The Fed is doing the same. 
It was uncharacteristic of Klingons to have a back-up line of defense. Worf crossed his arms and leaned back, forcing himself into silence. His people had acted so impulsively during the first encounter with the Havoc, it made sense for them to act more conservatively this time. 
Sometimes it was the place of a warrior to die, and to do so on the front lines of battle would be a great honor.
P108 Worf knew of the battle within. Klingons fought it most of their lives. Klingons have a technique called KloqPoq that strengthens and calms. KloqPoq does not always entail a ritual. The shortened version requires only the touch of oil upon the forehead combined with words of strength. There had been many times over the years that Worf had used the ritual, and it had worked every time to calm him. Possibly developed in response to prehistoric contact with the Havoc. Worf will perform ritual with crewmembers who want it.
The captain’s confidence was restoring Worf’s confidence. 
P125 Theragen, used as a nerve gas, developed by the Klingons. 
The Havoc terrorized humans, Vulcans, Klingons, even the Ferengi
P136 ? the Klingons call the somethings that arrived and overthrew the Furies after a millennium of rule the Havoc? These protectors, saviors, depicted as grotesque.
P149 Worf grunted, the sound was full of Klingon satisfaction. If he were alone, Worf clearly would have finished off the second Fury ship. 
Riker finally understood how the Klingons felt all those centuries ago, facing the invading Herq. Insignificant.
P163 Worf maintained a stoic fierceness. Worf gazed down at the console without moving his head. Just a slight flicker of the eyes. Worf was in Klingon battle mode.
P177 Deanna arrives on the bridge. Deanna, Worf said, his voice filled with a kind of awe. She smiled at Worf, the expression filling her face with radiance. That smile put not just Worf but Picard at ease. 
Two Klingon ships decloak, one above Enterprise, one below. The Klingons clearly believe this too important to trust to one vessel
P181 The creature had three heads, each different. One looked like a Klingon Scarbaraus statue. 
The KdIchpon, Worf said softly, as if in awe.
P184 The two Klingon ships, DoHQay and HohIj
The DoHQay was captained by Krann, son of Huy’ of the House of Thorne. Krann was a good commander, not very daring, but protective of Klingon honor. The HohIj was captained by KoPoch, son of Karch, of the House of Kipsk. KoPoch was a strong commander with a gift for risk. Both good additions to this force. But the two houses were at war with each other. It was a brilliant ploy on the part of Gowron. Send the leaders of the warring houses here. Have them outdo each other in battle, and probably die. Both houses would retain their honor, and the feud would end. Three problems solved and if it succeeded and the Havoc were turned back, Gowron would again be a hero. The man sometimes was a visionary. But if it failed, the two ships would turn on each other instead of the Havoc, and Klingon honor would be even further destroyed. 
The Federation was not able to fight as vicious a fight as was needed. Gowron was more concerned with his own problems than with saving the sector from the Havoc. He probably believed that his secondary force would do the real fighting.
Worf did not fear the task. He welcomed it. Worf straightened, determined to look like a warrior.
Riker’s piloting record was one of the best in Starfleet, better than Worf. But he didn’t have honor to defend. And a warrior with a blood vengeance was always more powerful than one without. Worf’s instincts are superior to Data’s. 
Worf – Captain, I have honor to avenge. The Klingons were defeated by the first Fury ship. Let me return honor to my people!
Worf will pilot the shuttle Polo as a shield for Riker
Worf – I am the better shot. Klingons are used to dying for honor. Humans are not.
Picard – I shall depend on that finely sense of honor to get Commander Riker through the wormhole, alive.
Worf realized Picard was sending out his troops to die with honor. It did not matter who fired the final shot, only that the final shot was made. Picard understood that Picard was very proud of both of them. It was an honor Worf would take to his death. As a warrior he could be no more blessed. This was his proudest moment.
Riker gave voice to the traditional Klingon battle cry – it is a good day to die
Klingons were naturally fierce, Worf even more so.
P196 the Klingon captains believed that negotiating had been a waste of time. They seemed amazed that they could agree on anything.
As planned, the Klingon ships turned and flew away from the battle site. Once they had gone a respectable distance, they would cloak. With luck, the Havoc would think the Klingons had retreated, not realizing that the Klingons had cloaking ability. The Klingons would then attack the Fury ships from behind and above, decloaking at the last minute as they fired.
P200 Riker believed in dying with honor, but he had to qualify the thought, because he wasn’t Klingon, he would rather not die at all.
The Klingon ships were now cloaked and within moments they would reappear firing.
Suddenly the two Klingon ships decloaked close to the wormhole. They looked like giant screaming vultures, with their weapons flaring red against the darkness of space. The two Havoc ships closest did not return fire right away. They were surprised.
Lt. Dreod, female, stood in Worf’s place at security
Worf leaned into his console, his ship weaved through the fire from the Fury ships. He returned the shots with a vigor he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Worf, son of Mogh, would die with honors. He would die defending his people from the Havoc, and serving his ship with pride. He would give the Havoc a fight they would never forget. He made the Havoc think he was the most important enemy, diverting their attention from Riker. 
The DoHQay made a pass at the Fury ship.
Sweat dripped off his ridged forehead. Sweat soaked his uniform
Not even a Klingon would sound that calm in this situation
Both Klingon ships were firing on the same Fury ship. The firefight was incredible, the laser firepower blinding. Redbay had fired a dozen or more shots then veered away to stay out of the path of the two Birds-of-Prey. 
To save Worf was the worst thing Riker could do. Worf would want to die in battle. It was the best way for a Klingon to die. To make Worf’s death meaningful, the mission had to succeed, and it was up to Riker to do that. 
The survival of the Federation and the Klingon Empire at stake, and the Federation and Klingons were losing. Worf’s shuttle had taken some hits and was tumbling out of control. 
One of the Fury ships had veered away from its fight with the Klingons to fire at Redbay’s run at the wormhole. But now the Klingon Bird-of-Prey was stalking it, engaging it again. And the Klingon ship was winning this time. Worf’s shuttle was dead in space. 
The other Klingon ship was giving the Fury ship near the wormhole a pounding. The Fury ship closest to the wormhole broke away from the Klingon Bird-of-Prey and hit Redbay’s shuttle.
Another Fury ship appeared from the wormhole and immediately moved into the fight with the Klingons. 
The remaining Fury ships turned to the wormhole but both Klingon ships moved into their paths and began firing. 
Worf, beamed to sickbay, wasn’t breathing, his eyes were open but unseeing, ridged forehead covered with black stains, burns in his uniform. Crusher gets his heart and lungs working. She doesn’t know how long he’s been gone. The smoke in the shuttle had been a deadly mix of engine chemicals. His lungs had collapsed.  Crusher estimates he was gone 25 minutes. She might not be able to spare him brain damage. Deanna came in and took Worf’s hand. 
P230 Worf’s blood had cycled a few times, cleaning out the poisons. Worf’s hearts and lungs seemed clear. No brain activity. The only chance he had was to be shocked back. Crusher quickly prepared an extra-sized dose of Klaxtal, the strongest stimulant she knew of that would work on Klingons. Beverly injected the Klaxtal and moved out of the way. She had seen Klingons break human doctors’ limbs while under the influence of this drug. Worf didn’t move. Then Worf’s powerful body jerked up, his legs kicking, his arms flailing. Worf then lay still, very still. Then he took a huge shuddering breath. He would be all right. Deanna hovers over Worf.
Worf – My head feels as if it has been trampled by a herd of Klingon wildebeests
Babel
no Klingon content
Aquiel
Worf, Riker, Crusher and Geordi investigate communications relay station 47, near Klingon border. Starbase 212, HQ in the area, within shuttle distance.
Worf checks, the shuttlecraft is gone, there is no one on the station. Worf phasers out piece of deck plate with organic remains for Crusher to take back to Enterprise.
Someone tried to bypass the access protocols and break into the coded messages. Caused the security lockouts to freeze up. Now signal rotation is obviously out of sequence.
Crusher – High level phaser blast killed person.
Riker – Could it have been a Klingon disruptor? We are close to Klingon space.
Picard – There hasn’t been a Klingon raid against the Federation for seven years. I don’t want to cause a diplomatic incident.
Lt. Aquiel Uhnari logs have three references to Commander Morag, who patrols this section of the border. He would pass by the station every few days and harass them. Log entry – The Klingon is getting more aggressive all the time. Not just the usual threats. Morag actually locked his disruptors to the station this time. 
Picard speaks to Governor Torak about Aquiel’s log entries on Commander Morag. Big red trefoil behind Torak. Torak older, long gray hair.
Torak – Are you saying we attacked your outpost?! The Klingon Empire will not stand for these kinds of lies. 
Picard – I’m really sorry that we bothered you. I will just take this matter up with Gowron.
Torak – Gowron won’t bother with such a minor incident. 
Picard – Ordinarily he wouldn’t, but I was his arbiter of succession. 
Torak – Gowron will come here?
Picard – Oh, yes. I will be sure to mention your name to Gowron.
Torak – I will investigate this further, Picard. You need not bother Gowron with this matter.
Picard – Qapla
Torak – Qapla.
On another visit to the station Worf picks up Klingon DNA traces. Only one Klingon. Riker has Worf check the weapons locker on the station, there is a phaser mission.
Klingon Vor’cha-class attack cruiser Qu’Vat arrives with Governor Torak.
Worf announces Governor Torak to Picard in the conference room. 
Torak – I told you we did not kill the woman now I will prove it to you. Gosh!
Klingon guard brings Aquiel in. He and Worf stare eye to eye.
Torak – We found her on our side of the border, heading for Sector 2520. She is lucky my patrol ship did not destroy her vessel on sight.
She was gone about 46 hours before Klingons picked her up.
Aquiel absolutely did not let any Klingons on the station.
Worf steps up to say Morag or some other Klingon must have boarded the station after she left. Torak hurries over to Worf. 
Torak – you still try to blame us
Worf – Have the courage to admit your mistakes, or are you a lo’ke’vos?
Torak – At least I do not wear the uniform of a p’tak. 
Picard – The logs mention that Morag was harassing the station.
Torak – He was doing his job. In the interests of diplomacy I will allow you to speak to Morag. But my patience has limits. 
Worf investigates shuttle Aquiel took, finds missing phaser, set to level 10, to kill. The Fed phaser couldn’t do the damage that a Klingon phase disruptor could. 
Commander Morag is due in two hours.
The Qu’Vat arrives with Commander Morag. Positions itself nose to nose with Enterprise. Morag, young, dark.
Morag – I killed no one!
Riker – We found your DNA on the bulkhead and the console. 
Torak – answer their questions.
Morag – Yes, I was there. My patrol route takes me near the station every six days. Three days ago I hailed them, there was no response. I was concerned. I went aboard to see what had happened. There was no one there, so I left. 
Data – 27 priority Starfleet messages are missing from encrypted message bank.
Morag – What of it.
Data – Your DNA was found on message control module.
Morag – This is outrageous. We will not tolerate these accusations!
Morag moves toward the door, which is guarded by Klingon. Worf is seated at conference table.
Torak – This is a diplomatic matter, Morag. Do not make me search your ship. 
Morag comes back to look Torak in the eye – Yes, I did take the messages. I killed no one, there was no one there. I took the codes, but I killed no one. 
Picard – Governor Torak, we would like to keep Morag on the Enterprise until this investigation is completed. 
Torak – Take him.
Worf gets up and walks Morag to quarters. He stays there. Worf comes to get him when there is the possibility he was a coalescent being. Kept under close observation. But the dog is the coalescent.
Captive Pursuit
no Klingon content -?What would Klingons think of the huntiing of Tosk
Face of the Enemy
Worf on Fed ensign who defected to Romulans years ago – His actions were dishonorable
Romulan Commander Toreth story – We had been told the outpost was undefended, so when the warships decloaked they took us completely by surprise. The Klingons managed to destroy half my squadron before we even opened fire, but when we did, they were no match for us. I destroyed their flagship myself. 
Q-Less
A Klingon scout ship departs DS9 from docking bay 11, Odo can relax now.
Tapestry
Worf and Riker and Picard involved in conference with the Lenarians. Attacked by dissident faction.
Worf carries injured Picard during transport to sickbay.
Worf ID’s compressed tetryon beam as weapon that was used on Picard.
undari – Nausicaan word meaning coward
  Double Helix Red Sector by Diane Carey
P16 do you know how many times Spock participated in saving the whole Federation, and even the Klingon Empire?
P67 neither the Romulan Empire nor the Federation can cavalierly enter a sector declared red by any major power. That is one of the few agreements between the Federation, the Romulan Empire, the Klingons, Orions, Centaurians, and others that has in fact stood the test of time and trouble. Compromise of that is considered irremediable. Red sector means many edicts, many restrictions.
P124 Spock remembered Captain Picard’s senior security officer, the noted Klingon who defied so much to be here, but he could not remember the name. 
P128 the fierce voice of Picard’s Klingon officer erupted suddenly. They all turned to look at him, towering there over the tactical station.
P133 Dr. McCoy has had his network of spies quietly sifting through information on the Romulan empire, the Federation, even though the Klingon Empire, for weeks now. So far, we haven’t found a single Romulan Imperial family member who’s not infected.
Dax
First appearance of raktajino – Klingon coffee, too much keeps Jadzia up all night
Curzon Dax taught Sisko his sense of honor. 
Birthright 
Brannon Braga 
Worf and Geordi on DS 9 at replimate. Geordi introduces Worf to pasta al fiorella. Geordi not pleased with replimate version, tastes like liquid polymer, but Worf laps it right up. Yridian Jaglom Shrek observes Worf from Upper Level of Prom. Comes to him – Klingon, you are Starfleet Klingon. Worf, son of Mogh. 
Worf- What of it?
Shrek – I have information to sell. It is about your father, Mogh. 
Worf – My father died 25 years ago at Khitomer.
Shrek – what is I tell you he is still alive?
They move to a quiet dark corner where Worf can rough Shrek up without interruption – My father is dead.
Shrek – Not all the Klingons at Khitomer were killed during the massacre. Many were captured. The Romulans placed them in a prison camp on a remote planet. Mogh is among them. Carraya System, Planet not far from DS 9, more than 3 hours,  on the edge of Romulan space.
A Klingon would rather die than be taken prisoner. A warrior fights to the death. If Mogh were alive it would dishonor his sons and their sons for three generations. Bear the burden of guilt. 
I should kill you for spreading lies about my family. My father was killed defending Khitomer. 
Worf tense and distracted at aft rail. Reams Lt. Lopez for unacceptable duty roster. Assignments should be listed in order of priority. New one by 0900. reams Riker about rendezvous schedule request with Merrimac.
Wrestling sculpture in quarters. Worf does mok’bara in main room. Smashes glass dining table top with mug and plate displayed on it.
Deanna comes in – Did the table do something wrong? Would you like to talk about what’s bothering you or would you like to break some more furniture?
Worf tells her about Mogh possibly being in Romulan prison camp, Alexander would bear burden of guilt. 
Deanna – You can’t ignore the possibility just because you don’t want it to be true. You know where to find me.
Data comes to talk to brooding Worf in 10 Forward about visions. Data heard Worf talk once about a vision he experienced. 
When Worf was young the Rozhenkos arranged for Worf to partake in the Rite of MajQa. It involves deep mediation in the lava caves of No’mat, prolonged exposure to the heat induces a hallucinatory effect. Father a powerful vision, must find meaning. The MajQa Ritual there is nothing more important than receiving a revelation about your father. 
A father is a part of you always, learning about him teaches you about yourself. No matter where he is or what he has done. 
Talking with Data sends Worf after Jaglom Shrek, he checked the station records and knows Shrek has a warp capable vessel. Worf bends Shrek over the upper Prom rail, gathers a small crowd but not Odo.
The Romulan guards have a detection perimeter. Transport to the surface 30 km from prison camp. Very lush green planet. 12 hours for Worf. arboreal Needle Snake. Shrek gives Worf a map of the camp. Shrek has his reasons for giving Worf the info.
If you are lying and there is no prison camp, I will kill you.
The Klingon culture views the hammer as a symbol of power. Ferengi view hammer as symbol of sexual prowess. 
Shrek leads way through jungle, sulfur canyon, river leads to camp.
Ba’el often bathes in pond, used to Toq observing her
Some ceremony about to begin in colony/camp
Worf climbs wall of camp, evening, guards patrolling. L’Kor singing. Klingons at table with fire in center. L’Kor sings as we walks around the table
Worf grabs L’Kor as he walks hall.
L’Kor – Your father died at Khitomer. He died in battle, he was fortunate. L’Kor knew Mogh well, remembers Worf, a boy barely able to lift a bat’leth. Once Mogh insisted they take Worf on the ritual hunt. Worf was so eager he tried to take the best with his bare hands. It mauled his upper left arm, Worf still scared there. 
Worf vaguely recalls L’Kor.
Romulans robbed Klingons of their right to die in battle
73 Klingons in camp. L’Kor calls the elder with a ghoS!
L’Kor – we are not leaving and neither are you. We are dead, we died at Khitomer.
Gi’ral – we were captured. It was worse than death. They were defending an outpost on the perimeter. The Romulans took out our shields. The next blast rendered us unconscious. When we awoke we were prisoners, unarmed and shackled. 
L’Kor - Interrogated for three months. We tried to starve ourselves but they kept us alive. The Romulans hoped to trade our lives for territorial concessions. But the Klingon High council refused to negotiate. They would not acknowledge that their warriors had been taken prisoner. We knew that our families believed we had fallen in battle so we did not wish to return to dishonor them. 
Worf – I understand your desire to protect your family’s honor, but what of your own? There is no honor in remaining prisoners. 
L’Kor – We lost our honor when we were captured. It does not matter what happens to us. 
Gi’ral – All that matters is that our families are not dishonored.
L’Kor – If you had found your father you would have found only dishonor. 
Worf – If I had found him here, I would be glad to see him. There is no room in my heart for shame. 
L’Kor – I can only hope that if my son came here he would be Klingon enough to kill me. 
Toq hoeing row of plants with a gin’tak spear, wooden pole, serrated edged blade. Used for battle. 
Toq – We have no need for weapons here, the war is far away. The war our parents came here to escape. 
Ba’el has heard the stories all her life of how people are slaughtered in terrible battles, forced to fight whether they went to or not. Parents came here to make a safe home where they could raise their children in peace. 
Worf – a place can be safe and still be a prison. 
Ba’el – The Klingon homeworld is dangerous.
Gi’ral told Ba’el not to speak to Worf.
Tokath, Romulan in charge.
Worf – You robbed the Klingons of who they were, you dishonored them. I do not expect you to understand, you are a Romulan.
All the Klingons hated Tokath, he hated them, 20 years ago. He stayed to oversee the camp, otherwise the Romulan High Command would have killed them. Put aside the old hatreds, live in peace, happy here.
Worf – I see the sadness in their eyes.
Ba’el sings Klingon song without knowing meaning, just likes melody.
Prisoners tracked with boridium pellet under skin
L’Kor assigns Toq to guard Worf after escape attempt
Worf begins Mok’bara with neck stretches, arm movements, attracts interest of young people. The form clears the mid, centers the body. First you must learn how to breath, stand tall, wide stance. These forms are the basis for Klingon combat. 
Worf takes Toq down.
Ba’el brings Worf to see chest with Klingon warrior armor, d’k tahg, it should not be allowed to rust like this. jinaq, necklace, given to a daughter who has come of age, old enough to take a  mate. 
Worf tells stories – Kahless held his father’s lifeless body in his arms. He could not believe what his brother had done. Then his brother threw their father’s sword into the sea, saying if he could not posses it, neither would Kahless. That was the last time the brothers would speak. Kahless looked into the sea and wept, for the sword was all he had left of his father. The ocean filled with his tears and flooded over the shore. Kahless found his father’s sword in the end.
That is impossible
For you, perhaps. Not Kahless. He was a great warrior. These are our stories. They tell us who we are. 
Worf has studied the stories all his life and finds new truths in them every time. 
Ba’el comes on to Worf. he’s shocked to find out she’s got Romulan ears.
Worf – How could your mother mate with a Romulan! It is an obscenity. Romulans are treacherous, deceitful. They are without honor. 
Tokath took part in a cowardly attack at Khitomer. Thousands of Klingons were massacres, many of them women and children. 
Nequencia system nearer to Romulan space then Carraya System. 
Map of systems near Romulan border
Worf – Klingons and Romulans are blood enemies, have been for centuries. 
qa’vak game hones the skills of the hunt. Roll metal hoop between stakes and throw stake through moving hoop.
Klingons do not hunt because they need food. The hunt is a ritual that reminds us of where we come from. 
I can not sit in the compound like an old man. I give you my word as a warrior.
23 years ago L’Kor gave Tokath his word, and has never broken it.
Toq elaborate plaid forehead pattern. L’Kor four prominent bumps.
Worf – Let the scent work its way into your blood. This is the moment where life an death meet. This is what we are. Warriors.
Worf and Toq go hunting with qa’vak spear.
Klingons and Romulans eating inside communal room with several small tables. Toq enters with carcass – Ka’la!! You do not kill an animal unless you intend to eat it. Toq intends to eat it, after it has been cooked. Today he learned the ritual hunt. 
Song of victory, works also as lullaby. 
Bagh da tuhMoH
Fire streaks the heavens
cHOJAh duH RhO
battle has begun
YLJA’ qO’
mAH DOK UDO
jIH DOK MAju
paH DOK chABAh
buRAK CHUqA
TEBLAW’NGHU
MUGHATA’du
VAN’AJ JAVdiCH
YALA’qO
Tokath – Klingons and Romulans have never been at peace. We have despised each other, fought each other for centuries. 
Ba’el removes Worf’s boridium pellet
They can kill me. yes, but they cannot defeat me. a Klingon does not run away from his battles.
Worf would not have thought it possible to love a Romulan, but he loves Ba’el.
Ba’el – We didn’t know there was anything missing in our lives.
Toq steps into Worf’s execution in Klingon warrior gear and gin’tak spear.
Worf would rather die then except this way of life. I want to leave, as do many others. You will have to kill us.
Klingon prisoners stayed to protect their children on the homeworld
Young people who want to leave promise never to reveal presence of camp.
Romulan supply ship picks Worf and Toq and others up. Crusher gives them all medical exams.
Worf tells Picard – There was no prison camp. Those young people were survivors of a vessel that crashed in the Carraya system 4 years ago. No one survived Khitomer.
Picard understands
Potential baby index – Worf/Ba’el
Jaglom Shrek was once a prison inmate himself. Shrek assassinated during a shipboard interrogation by one of the captured Klingons' grown sons who was determined not to hear the truth about his father.
Kahless was the creator of mok'bara
The Passenger
Iced raktajino for Jadzia, from Quark. Everyone would like to be buying Jadzia a raktajino, but Quark is the one with the raktajino machine
  The Star Ghost by Brad Strickland
P5 algebra is about as much fun as stepping barefoot on a Klingon prickle-mouse!
Move Along Home
no Klingon content
The Nagus
no Klingon content
Starship Mine
Worf asks permission to be excused from Commander Hutchinson’s reception. Beats Geordi to it.
Picard breaks into Worf’s quarters, the weapon on wall above shelf display is a cross bow, arrows on shelf. 
Worf brings Picard his saddle – Someone put it in a maintenance locker.
  The Death of Princes by John Peel 
P19 Worf was always grim. Very little made him smile, and when he did, it was often a prelude to battle.
P120 Worf on shuttlecraft mission with Ens. Ro and Lt. Benares and 6 security officers. He doesn’t know Earth legend of the Trojan horse. It is a sound strategy. Worf’s smile was quite intimidating. Sometimes Worf’s paranoia was pointless, but it often paid off. 
P156 Worf, report to transporter room three with a dozen of your men immediately. Heavy armament. You are to lead the raid on this underground base. Worf’s eyes lit up eagerly. Aye, sir! He snapped, and set off at a run. 
173 Worf - A dead target does not readily answer questions, and we have many that need to be asked.
Worf felt like growling but settled for a grunt of annoyance instead.
Brogan and Deest, two Enterprise security.
Worf – It is always better to suspect the worst.
P274 Prince J’Kara of Buran acted with great honor. Had he lived, his father’s shame would have forever clouded his family name. By his heroic death, J’Kara has expunged his father’s shame. In future generations, he will be remembered with respect and honor. It was a noble death. He would have made a great Klingon. 
Deanna – He had so much to offer in the service of his people. It smacks more of selfishness than bravery to me.
Riker – If Worf likes the Bunani they have to be something special
Lessons
Worf reports Bersallis III having firestorms
Vortex
The Klingons picked up Croden off a damaged shuttlecraft in the Gamma Quadrant about 3 light years from wormhole, and brought him back to DS 9.  Sisko et al met him at the airlock. A fugitive from the planet Rakhar, in the Gamma Quadrant. Odo lets Croden and his daughter Yarneth leave on Vulcan science vessel T’Vran to start a new life.
The Chase
Captain Nu’Daq of Vor’cha-class attack cruiser IKS Maht-H’a decloaks at Loren III with Enterprise and Cardassians. Nu’Daq sits while Gul Ocett and Picard stand during meeting. he claims he is here doing scientific research. 
Nu’Daq – As if we fear Cardassian threats. 
Nu’Daq has sample from Indri VIII, and was responsible for violent plasma reaction in the planet’s lower atmosphere, to prevent competing scientific groups from obtaining the same genetic information. He destroyed biosphere, no intelligent life. 
Typical Klingon thinking, take what you want and destroy the rest. 
Nu’Daq believes they are searching for ancient weapon design of incredible power. The Klingon Empire will not allow it to fall into an enemy’s hands, or even a friend’s.
Nu’Daq’s mother has a recipe for biscuits.
Nu’Daq challenges Data to B’aht Qul. Data’s reputation for physical strength is known even in the Klingon Empire. data is familiar with many Klingon rituals, including the B’aht Qul. 
B’aht Qul challenge, a traditional Klingon game of strength in which one contestant holds both arms forward, while the other places his or her arms between the first, wrists touching. The first contestant attempts to press the arms together, while the second attempts to force them apart.
Nu’Daq, first contestant, has palms open, Data fists. Nu’Daq counts down from three. Data beats him in an instant.
Nu’Daq comes forward, head butts seated Data, ends up against bulkhead. 
Nu’Daq understands Data’s intellectual prowess to be equally great, and tries to bribe him to get information first, so the Empire would have strategic advantage. A being of Data’s abilities would go far in the Empire.
Cardassians fire on Maht-H’a. minor damage to starboard nacelle, repairable in less that one hour. 
You incompetent topah, you were supposed to be prepared.
You dishonorable topah
Nu’Daq - There will be no deals as long as I am alive
Nu’Daq to Worf – We will die together, brother. Speaks Klingon. 
Nu’Daq after message – That’s all?! If she were not dead, I would kill her.
  Bloodletter by K.W. Jeter
no Klingon content
Battlelines
no Klingon content
Frame of Mind
Worf has a detailed report for Riker on situation on Tilonus IV,
Worf doesn’t appreciate levity during his briefings.
Worf demonstrates traditional nisroh blade, all Tilonus merchants show their prowess with blade in business transactions.
Same curvy kut’luch blade
Worf nicks Riker in forehead.
  To Storm Heaven by Esther Friesner 
P35 Alexander told Troi a riddle the other day: What is the difference between an optimist and a pessimist? The optimist says that this is the best of all possible worlds. The pessimist agrees. He didn't know if he should try it on his father. He isn't quite certain if Klingon warriors approve of riddles.
Worf has been looking for Dr. Crusher everywhere. He folded his arms across his powerful chest and glared down at her. Crusher met his scowl with a look of limpid innocence.
Worf - It is not honorable to feign ignorance.
Crusher gave Alexander a gift when she came back from Malabar Station, a highly unsuitable gift, Worf cannot permit his son to keep it. Crusher thinks Alexander will be upset when Crusher takes back the gift.
Worf - He will not! He will understand my reasons and obey. He does not want such a gift.
Crusher - Then why did he seem so pleased when I gave it to him?
Worf huffed - He was only being polite. He did not wish to offend you. Now that courtesy has been served, you may take your beast away.
Troi - Is that a tribble? I thought they were extinct.
Crusher - it's a hamster. Dr. P'tann of Vulcan presented a paper on hamsters. Biological success often defies the rules of logic.
Worf - I am in complete agreement with the Vulcan. There is no reason for Alexander to harbor this creature. It is small, it is easily damaged, it sleeps most of the time, and when it is awake it deals with its food in an unseemly manner. 
Crusher - Hamsters stuff their food in their cheek pouches. It can look frightening.
Worf said with more heat than necessary - It did not frighten me. At the time, I was concerned that the creature would ingest too much and explode. The point is, my son will not learn anything to advance his training as a warrior by tending such a weak and helpless animal. It will be a needless distraction from his studies.
Worf wore the resolute air of every parent who has ever determined that he knows what is best for his offspring.
Worf - I will tell him the truth, that you took it away. That is all there is to say about the matter.
Crusher took a stance that broadcast that the only way either she or the hamster was going to budge was if Worf himself laid hands on them. Her expression made it clear that she was thinking of Klingon cuisine and daring Worf to deny that he had been thinking the same thing.
P109 Riker aware Worf did not pay a lot of attention to the subtler clues of budding affection in others.
P126 almost every people Riker had encountered, with the exception of the Klingons, agreed that a peaceful death was a blessing.
P137 Worf does not like Enterprise sending advanced medicines to Away Team on Ashkaar. Starfleet regulations clearly prohibit us from interfering.
Worf replied in a way that as good as said it did annoy him, but that he'd sooner die than admit it - It does not annoy me. I merely think that such behavior sets a bad example.
Worf - Do you know what he named the beast? Fido. What sort of a name is that for a young Klingon warrior's compassion?
Crusher - A very good name. It means faithful.
Alexander got the idea from Data.
Worf - All the best does is sleep and eat and run around in that accursed wire wheel. I have taken the wheel to Engineering for adjustment several times and it still squeaks.
Crusher - That's a suitable lesson for a future Klingon warrior to learn. Owning a hamster will teach Alexander how to endure persistent mental torture.
Worf - A lesson that will only be of use to him should anyone ever give his son a hamster.
P173 Worf summons promising young Security officer Ens. Lori Wolf to his quarters. As Lt. Worf had often instructed his people, discretion was a major part of Security, and Ens. Wolf had a formidable reputation for discretion. 
As a rule it was hard to tell when a Klingon was scowling, but somehow he managed to convey the impression that his brow was even more seamed and furrowed than usual. 
Lori realized that her superior officer was trying to sound jolly. It was not the sort of emotion that Klingons wore well.
Worf - Your record is stainless, exemplary! Official recognition of your performance is all well and good, but meritorious performance should be rewarded by more tangible means as well. You have more than earned an honor of this magnitude.
To Ens. Wolf, Lt. Worf's words made it seem the gift originated with Starfleet.
Lt. Worf - Take the beast away. Take it away now, and I will see to it that you receive a commendation. And extra shore leave. But what? He roared. Do you dare to want more?
Worf sighed and backed off - This creature was given to my son Alexander by Dr. Crusher in a moment of improperly considered generosity. If you will take this beast for your own pet then I will be in your debt always. This is not something I promise lightly. A warrior's honor demands that he hold fast to all his obligations.
Ens. Wolf, born and raised on Alamo Station at the very fringes of the Beta Quadrant - It's a tribble, isn't it, sir? 
Worf took a deep, slow breath and explained a few details of Fido's natural history, gleaned from Alexander's impromptu lectures on the subject. The boy was delighted with his exotic pet and had set himself to absorb all available information the ship's computer could provide about the beast. Not for the first time Worf felt a pang of conscience over how his son would react when he found the animal gone. He reminded himself - I am doing what is best for my son, in the long run. That is never an easy task but it is a necessary one. 
He could not lie - Alexander does not know Worf is trying to give hamster away. However, that is of no consequence. I have made the decision: the animal goes. 
The impression of a scowl, a very fierce one. an angry, impatient Klingon. 
The notion of having her superior officer in her debt was appealing. When you were with Security, there was one lesson you learned in a hurry: Try to find more than one way out of a tight spot. 
Worf - This creature is innocuous! I have seen Rigelian narf-puddings with more spunk! Why do you think I do not want my son to keep such a thing? All aspects of the life of a young warrior must present some sort of challenge. What manner of challenge is there in owning this - He groped for a word of sufficient scope to convey the utterly peaceful, unaggressive, bland and boringly safe nature of the hamster. He couldn't find one, so he scooped up the creature itself.
Gnnnnggghh!
The hamster had a vicious bite but Worf could bear pain as well as any Klingon warrior. Though Worf whipped his assaulted hand sharply back and forth, the hamster set its teeth still more firmly in the Klingon's flesh and refused to let go.
Alexander stood in the doorway, staring at him with a mixture of surprise and horror. The hamster released its hold on Worf's finger and dropped docilely into Alexander's hands. 
A domestic incident within a Klingon family, the best place to be was far, far away.
The finger was bleeding profusely and was beginning to swell up. Worf's face betrayed not even the shadow of pain. He regarded his finger was a bemused expression.
Worf has Wolf explain to Alexander that he was trying to get her to take Fido away. Nothing but the whole truth would be acceptable. 
Worf - I did all that she reports I did. I did not believe that this hamster was a fit companion for you. It seemed meek and lazy, a bad example. I was wrong. It is my duty to raise you in the way of the warrior, but I betray that duty by acting behind your back. I sought to avoid the unpleasantness of a confrontation with you over possession of the animal. One who tries to hide from small disputes may fight bravely in great battles, but such actins diminish his honor. The size of the conflict does not determine the true warrior. 
It is brave, spirited, strong, and ferocious, a warrior beast. And as such, it is a more than suitable companion for my son. I regret having underestimated it. it is our duty to make certain that no one else is ever deceived as to the true worth of this creature. We will give it a more fitting name than Fido. It is a warrior beast and it shall bear a warrior's name! I call it batlh-ghobbogh-yIH. 
He made an elegant gesture over the hamster's head.
Alexander - It means Tribble who battles with honor. I liked Fido better, but at least Father won't mind my keeping him anymore.
P191 Worf said in a voice that vouched for the Klingon's special powers of persuasion - Sometimes you do not know what you truly want until someone else suggests it.
P227 Worf responded to Picard's call for Security to the briefing room personally, accompanied by two of his staff. Bumping into the Klingon was rather like stumbling into a solidly mortared brick wall. Worf thundered out Sit!. One look at the Klingon and they sat. quickly. 
P232 Worf acted with the speed of a Klingon warrior and the skill of one of Starfleet's most highly trained Security officers. Bilik might have his dagger to Geordi's throat but Worf was confident that even unarmed he could deflect the blade and free his crewmate.
The Na'amOberyin have mental ability to immobilize a Klingon. Worf resists strongly.
With a war shout in his own tongue Worf sprang forward. One open-handed blow and Nish na'am sprawled on the floor. Worf and his security people rounded up the Na'amOberyin. Picard gave Worf a significant look. The Klingon nodded and barked orders to his subordinates, who drew phasers, set them on stun, and covered their prisoners. 
The Na'amOberyin don't relish the thought of angering Worf any further. Riker looked at the fearful way the remaining Na'amOberyin kept glancing at Worf.
P252 Bilik tries to strangle Avren. Worf was not about to stand aside and witness such goings on. It was laughably easy for him to intervene, separating the two.
P254 a small figurine of Vulcan origin, one of the few art objects Worf found worthy of owning. Alexander promised to show it to his class. He forgot to bring object to school. He strove to keep his word in the only way possible. He did well.
Worf - The hamster sleeps much, conserving its strength for battle. 
Worf was fast approaching the end of his patience. He didn't like being frustrated in this manner, and with warped logic he was beginning to blame his inability to find the elusive figurine on Avren.
The hamster nips Worf's finger again. 
Worf - It is a dangerous beast when aroused. 
Hands that had the strength to shatter bone handled the tiny creature with amazing delicacy and care.
What's wrong with him, Alexander asked plaintively, for a moment forgetting that he was a young Klingon warrior to be. Worf saw the tragic look in his son's eyes.
batlh-ghobbogh-yIH unconscious from eating n'vashal, leads Crusher to find herb to save planet S'ka'rys.
P269 Guinan pours a prune juice for Worf in 10 Forward. batlh-ghobbogh-yIH is with Worf at the bar, eating peanuts from a dish. 
Worf- He  has done much to earn a reward for his services to Starfleet. His eating habits do not need to be attractive. It is practical, as is any truly great warrior. By enlarging its cheeks with supplies it not only carries more than enough provisions for any military campaign, it also makes itself fearful to behold, a terror to its enemies.
Guinan - And you say Klingons don't have a sense of humor.
Worf - We don't need one.
Worf respectfully patting batlh-ghobbogh-yIH with a caution bred of many bites. Worf set the hamster on his shoulder, where it nibbled on Worf's hair. Worf was engaged in a losing tug of war with the hamster, which had decided to add a lock of Worf's hair to the booty already swelling its cheek pouches.
The Storyteller
Jake offers to show Varis Sul, young tetrarch of the Paqu on Bajor, the departure of a Klingon freighter for the Gamma Quadrant, watch it go through the wormhole in a little while. Quark tells Morn tale that ends with him selling some unfortunates a whole herd of Klingon targs.
Suspicions
Kurak, Warp field specialist on Klingon homeworld. Beverly Crusher of the opinion Klingons don’t regard scientists very highly, Kurak always seemed a little defensive.
Kurak accepts Crusher’s invitation to investigate Ferengi Reyga’s metaphasic shield on Enterprise.
Kurak – Whom do you suggest we sacrifice next? In shield test.
Dr. Christopher overheard Reyga and Kurak arguing.
Kurak shouted Reyga had insulted her honor, and no Klingon would stand for that.
Kurak warned Reyga that if he persisted in his slander he would pay the price.
Kurak volatile, passionate, but not a killer. 
Klingons make threats as a matter of course. 
Kurak – Be careful Doctor. Insulting the honor of a Klingon can be extremely dangerous. I have heard enough of your acquisitions, now I will have your silence. 
Reyga accused Kurak of sabotaging project.
Kurak throws Crusher against the wall.
Silence motivated by guilt or Klingon pride?
Progress
no Klingon content
Rightful Heir
Teleplay by Ronald D Moore, story by James E Brooks
Worf scheduled to replace Ens Torigan, older gray guy. at Tactical as Riker takes over bridge from Data. Late. He’s never late. Lt. Worf is in his quarters, not responding. Riker calls for security team, Deck 7 section 25 beta. Aye sir, male voice. To check up on the boss. Two young men with Riker. 
Worf candles burning in quarters, illuminating statue of Kahless. Worf chanting over high flame on low metal brazier with wide rim filled with ?stones ?charcoal in center of bedroom.
Worf, what the hell are you doing?
Worf looks up, cross eyed. Trying to summon a vision of Kahless.
Worf lies on narrow single bed, in uniform, bedspread embroidered design. Red lamps on bedside table. Twisted metal above bed. He yells at Picard to enter. Sits up when he sees Picard. On your feet, Lt. Worf has crossed the line between personal affairs and duty on ship. I want to know exactly what is going on.
It is difficult to explain.
Try
Ever since I returned from the Carraya system I have felt empty. The Klingons I rescued from Carraya IV were young, they knew nothing of their heritage, so while I was there I tried to teach them about their people, their culture, I told them our ancient stories, instructed them in our customs, explained our beliefs. I told them about Kahless, about how he had united our people long ago. How he gave us strength and honor. And how he promised to return one day and lead us again. 
Picard – It would have been better if you’d used the holodeck instead of setting fire to your quarters.
Worf – Holodeck would not have been appropriate. Everything had to be real if Kahless were to appear. But all this is for nothing. He did not come to me. I gave Toq and the others a belief in Sto-Vo-Kor, the life which lies beyond this life, where Kahless awaits us. When I saw the power of their beliefs I began to question the strength of my own. And I found it wanting. To lose something one must first possess it. I am not sure I ever had true belief in Sto-Vo-Kor. 
Picard – Perhaps you need to immerse yourself in Klingon beliefs, in order to discover if they can hold any truth for you. 
Worf – Boreth. The followers of Kahless await his return there. to Klingons there is no more sacred place. 
Picard knows off the top of his head Boreth is only 12 days from Gariman Sector by shuttle. Picard places Worf on leave. When he returns I expect you to perform your duties as a Starfleet officer.
Snowy Cliffside Boreth, round squat stone towers amidst pointy peaks. Individual rooms with small high windows, thick wooded doors. Large chamber with painting of Kahless, throne chair. Clerics wear long blue robes, symbols at collar, chains around shoulders. Flames staring again, in lava caves. Chanting. Group dressed in cloth robes, huddled around, one ladles something on to flames in low brazier. Males and females, young and old. 
Divok, young man jerks up, I see Kahless, he is standing before me with a sword, he wants something. Me. he wants me to go with him. 
The others prevent him from stepping into the fire. 
Koroth – It is a powerful vision you have had Divok. Kahless wants you to join him in Sto-Vo-Kor. You’re only 19 and yet your place among the honored dead is already secure. Take him back to his chamber, let him sleep. 
Worf doesn’t see anything, packs up to leave after 10 days of no visions, no insights. Koroth comes in without knocking. There is nothing here for me. 
The Story of the Promise – When Kahless had united our people and gave them the laws of honor he saw that his work was done so one night he gathered his belongings and departed for the edge of the city to say good-bye. But people did not want him to go, they wept. Then Kahless said You are Klingons. You need no one but yourselves. I will go now to Sto-Vo-Kor. But I promise one day I will return. Then Kahless pointed to a star in the sky and said Look for me there, on that point of light.
Boreth monastery established on a world circling that distant point of light. 15 centuries since and still we wait.
Koroth – Is the son of Mogh really so easily discouraged? You came to us seeking answers but this is a place of questions. Open your heart to Kahless. Ask him your questions, let him speak to you with your mind unclouded by doubt or hesitation. Only then can you find what you are looking for. If you cannot do that, perhaps you should return to your starship.
At the fire again. Ladle from pail. Worf in strange high collar brown leather robe.
Worf chants. Sees Kahless beam in!!!!!
So does everyone else. One guy runs off. White fur tunic, tan leather gloves with spikes. Kahless approaches Worf, arms outstretched over fire. Worf rises to join hands, You are real!!
I am Kahless, and I have returned.
Gathering in Boreth Hall. Oval Painting of bumpy head Kahless on wall, surrounded by candles. Bat’leth resting in chair under painting. Tall braziers line walls. 
No one knows the story of how the first bat’leth was forged. It is not written in the sacred texts. The story of the sword is known only to the high clerics. It was never written down so that if he returned be sure it was Kahless. 
Kahless – I went into the mountains, all the way to the volcano at Kri’stak. There I cut off a lock of my hair and thrust it into the river of molten rock that poured from the summit. The hair began to burn. Then I plunged it into the lake of Lusor and twisted it into this sword. And after I used it to kill Molor I gave it a name, bat’leth, the sword of honor. 
Kahless – I have returned because there is a great need in my people. They fight amongst themselves in petty wars that corrupt the glory of the Klingon spirit. they have lost their way, but it is not too late. I have retuned and I will lead my people again.
Everybody on their knees hailing, before Kahless, except skeptical Worf. he goes to get his tricorder, to see if Kahless is real. Kahless goes to Worf, the lifeform registers as Klingon. He could still be a shapeshifter, a holographic projection, a coalescent being, a bio-replicant, a surgically altered Klingon.
Kahless laughs – You’re a skeptic, Worf, I like that. 
Worf – How do you know my name?
Kahless – We have met before. I appeared to you in a vision in the caves of No’mat. You were just a child then. I told you that you would do something no Klingon had ever done before. You still do not believe it is me, do you Worf?
Worf – I want to believe. 
Kahless – That is a beginning. 
The clerics fill Kahless in on the current political situation for three days.
Gowron is the leader of the council. He commands the entire defense force. if he chooses to oppose 
Kahless sits in his throne chair – Do not worry. We are on the threshold of a new era for our people. Klingons from all over the empire will flock to my banner. Yet something still weighs heavy on the brow of the son of Mogh. Are you contemplating yet another question? After three days I’m beginning to wonder if you know how to do anything else.
Worf – Questions are the beginning of wisdom. The mark of a true warrior. 
Kahless – Do not forget that A leader need not answer questions of those he leads. It is enough that he says to do a thing and they will do it. If he says to run they run, if he says to fight, they fight. If he says to die, they die. 
Worf – If the commander is worthy of that trust.
Kahless takes offense, calls out some Klingon words, is handed a bat’leth. Worf stands, sheds robe. Guy places bat’leth in his hand. Both are excellent sword swirlers. Worf gets in a punch. Kahless barrels Worf in table. They both fall on the ground, get up and face each other again. Kahless begins laughing. No body else does.
Kahless – What is wrong? Is there only anger, and bloodlust in your souls? Is that all that is left in the Klingon heart? we do not fight merely to spill blood. But to enrich the spirit. Look at us, two warriors, locked in battle, fighting for honor, how can you not sing for all to hear. We are Klingons! Ha Ha Ha! Yes, let it out! Let the joy in your heart be heard. We are Klingon!
Kahless starts everybody chanting. Mugs raised, they gather around.
The Enterprise goes to Boreth to take aboard a very unusual guest. To transport Kahless to the homeworld. Riker escorts him to quarters. Treat him as an honored guest.
Worf is coming to believe it could be real Kahless. His shipmates still skeptical.
The return of Kahless in the lava caves is consistent with stories found in Klingon sacred texts. 
Data curious about Worf determining this is the real Kahless, without empirical data. 
Worf – It is a matter of faith.
Gowron comes in vor’cha class cruiser, nose to nose with Enterprise. Klingon symbol on main body of wing, facing forward. Gowron in robes, not happy, mature guard carries box. 
Gowron – I am referring to the filthy p’tak who is using his name.
Gowron didn’t send a Klingon ship because he didn’t want Kahless spreading his poisonous lies through a ship of loyal Klingons. Kahless has been dead for a thousand years, but the idea of Kahless is still alive. have you ever fought an idea Picard? It has no weapon to destroy, no body to kill. the idea of Kahless’s return must be stopped here, now. Or it will travel through the Empire like a wave, and leave nothing but destruction behind. 
Gowron has come to test Kahless’s claim.
Koroth – Gowron knows that his days are nearly over. Now he comes crawling aboard with some kind of test. 
Torin, another high cleric – We don’t have to prove anything to Gowron
Kahless is not afraid of Gowron’s test. Settle the doubts of those who still do not belief, like Lt. Worf. Gowron has brought Knife of Kirom with him, a knife supposed to be stained with the blood of Kahless. 
Torin all huffy – No one is allowed to remove it from the sacred vault.
Koroth – Gowron does not care about what is sacred.
A genetic analysis on the knife and Kahless should tell if there is a biological match.
Crusher scans short dagger with serrated edge and tissue sample from Kahless.
The genetic patterns are identical.
Gowron stands over Crusher – How!? How can this be?
Worf – It is true, Kahless has returned.
Worf and Kahless drink small cups of Klingon warnog. The Enterprise replicators do not do it justice. 
Kahless – It has been so long since I have tasted any food or drink, there are many things I have forgotten.
Worf – May I ask you about death, and Sto-Vo-Kor? Tell me, what awaits us beyond this life?
Kahless – I do not have those answers. I am merely a traveler, someone who has journeyed back and forth between this world and the next. While I am in this form I know only about this world. And there is much work for me to do in this world. And you will be part of it, Worf. it was your purity of heart that summoned me back from Sto-Vo-Kor and Koroth has told me about the respect you have earned in the Federation and the Empire. I want you to have a place at my side as we restore honor to our people. Let me tell you about this new empire we will forge.
Worf meets with Gowron after talking to Kahless. Gowron without robe.
Worf – It will be glorious!
Gowron – It will be war! You’re not a fool Worf. Do you really think every Klingon in the Empire will bend his knee and grovel before this man just because says Koroth says he is Kahless? I will not hand over the empire to Koroth because of one test. Of course it is Koroth! Open your eyes! Koroth and the other Guardians have always opposed me. this is nothing more than a ploy for them to finally seize power. Even now there are warriors on my own ship who want to see Kahless. There are others who believe he is an imposter. Divisions are already forming. 
Worf – We could all join together and welcome Kahless as a united people.
Gowron – Don’t you see, this is exactly why they want you to join them, because your brother sits on the council, and your voice carries weight in the Empire. they want you to influence others to follow them. We fought together once, side by side, to keep the empire from being torn apart. Will you standby and let these imposters destroy all that we fought so hard to protect? Renounce him, Worf. stand with me and we can hold the Empire, together.
Gowron does the hand on shoulder from behind thing.
Worf – You do not understand. Kahless is our future. Only with his help can we revive the pure warriors within ourselves. Listen to him Gowron. Open your heart. Hear his words. He will restore your faith as he has restored mine. Give him a chance to lift your spirit and cleanse your heart before you take up arms.
Holodeck Klingon hall
Robeless Gowron and two warriors enter, several Starfleet security, Koroth and clerics already there.
Gowron – Koroth, I see not all fools die young, heh heh.
Kahless enters. Walks right by Koroth trying to present Gowron. Kahless walks to chair at head of hall and sits down.
Kahless – Long ago a storm was heading toward the city of Quin’lat, the people sought protection within the walls, all except one man who remained outside. I went to him and asked what he was doing. I am not afraid, he said. I hide my face behind stone and mortar. I will stand before the wind and make it respect me. I honored his choice and went inside. the next day the storm came and the man was killed. The wind does not respect a fool. 
Koroth and Gowron listen impassively. Kahless looks to Gowron.
Kahless – Do not stand before the wind, Gowron.
Gowron – What was his name?
Kahless – What?
Gowron – If you were really there you should be able to tell us the name of the man outside the walls. Describe him to us, what was he wearing, how tall was he, what color were his eyes?
Kahless – I do not remember. It was long ago and in another lifetime. What matters is I have returned to restore faith and hope to my people, to lead them back to the way of honor, and the glory that once was theirs and can be again. Is that what you oppose, Gowron?
Gowron – I oppose you. I say you are not Kahless. And I will not bend my knee to you as long as I can draw breath. Or pick up a blade. 
Gowron draws his d’k tahg. Kahless growls and steps down to do battle again. Worf warns Koroth out of it. Kahless draws his blade too. Gowron gets in a lot of swipes, weaves his blade like a snake. Kahless taunts him. Head butts him. Laughs. 
Kahless – You have no joy, Gowron. Is your heart so full of mistrust and suspicion that you’ve forgotten what it means to be truly Klingon? 
Gowron knocks Kahless down, Worf steps in to hold Gowron’s arm from the death blow. 
Bug eye Gowron – Kahless, the greatest warrior of them all! HAH HAH HAH.
Kahless is a little shaken at being bested.
Koroth – Everything will be alright. We will say Gowron used a dishonorable tactic. That he cheated. None of this would have happened if the son of Mogh hadn’t brought them together.
Kahless – I am Kahless, I am the strongest, the bravest warrior.
Torin – Do not think about what happened, think about the future, about the empire.
Worf – There is no future here, no glorious new era for our people. Gowron was right. You did not know the name of the man who faced the storm. You do not even know what real warnog tastes like. You certainly are not the greatest warrior of all. Who ever you are you are not Kahless. Koroth is using the name of Kahless for some twisted game. For that alone you should die. And if you do not tell me what you have done I will kill you right here.
Koroth – the problems with your memory are a result of the way you returned. we, the Guardians, have been awaiting your return for centuries. But we did not have the technology to bring you back, until now. We were able to use an organic sample of the first Kahless to give you life.
A clone. 
Torin - Not just a copy. We gave you more than the body of Kahless. We found a way to imprint specific information in your neurosynaptic patterns, we gave you memories, and not just any memories, we gave you the experiences of Kahless as written in the sacred texts. [Roger Korby’s androids]
Kahless – I did not do any of the things I remember? I was never in the city of Quin’lat. I never went to the Kri’stak Volcano. 
Koroth – We accelerated your growth, correct genetic anomalies.  Gave you the wisdom, the memories.
Worf – They grew you in a test tube like a fungus, and programmed you like a machine. Koroth, you speak to me of truth, you who have brought to life this lie.
Koroth – It is not a lie. Genetically he is Kahless. And he is needed by our people. You know more than anyone the corruption and dishonor that is destroying the Empire. they need him.
Worf- They do not need a false god
Koroth – How do you know that this was not the way the prophecy was to be fulfilled? Who is to say that what we did was wrong?
Worf – I am. I will not let this fraud continue.
Koroth – If you tell Gowron, it will destroy him [Kahless] and with him the last chance to restore hope to our people. It’s your choice. 
Worf goes holodeck Klingon hall. Two of Gowron’s warriors have been kneeling, lounging, chanting, for three hours, 17 minutes. Refuse to leave until they see Kahless again. Data doesn’t get it. Their faith is unaffected by his inability to defeat Gowron. They still believe. 
Lt. Worf calls for a meeting of Kahless, Koroth and Gowron on Enterprise. 
Worf to Gowron – The man who appeared to me on Boreth is not Kahless. He is a clone. 
Gowron – A clone. Did you really think you could get away with this Koroth? I will have you and this abomination but to death.
Worf – It does not matter, Gowron. You will still not be able to stand against him. 
Gowron – He’s not real, you just said so!
Worf - He is not Kahless, but in the minds of your people he can be just as powerful as Kahless. Even now two members of your own crew are sitting on the holodeck waiting for him to return. 
Gowron – I do not care what they think. 
Worf- But they are not alone. Like many of our people they need something to believe in, just like I did, something larger than themselves, something that will give their lives meaning. They need Kahless. It does not matter when they find out the truth. Despite the facts they will still believe. They will make a leap of faith. And there will be other just like them. Not everyone, but enough to plunge the Empire into civil war if you oppose them. 
Gowron – What are you saying? That I should just hand over the Empire? 
Worf – No, that would be unwise as well. You were right about one thing, Koroth, our people are becoming decadent and corrupt. They need moral leadership. Kahless can be that leader, as emperor. 
Gowron – There hasn’t been an emperor in three centuries. 
Worf – political power will remain with the High Council.  Kahless would be a figurehead, but he will have the ability to rally the people, to lead by example, to guide them in spiritual matters. 
Koroth – The title is meaningless without the power to back it up!
Worf – Real power comes from within the heart. You would have the power to mold the Klingon heart. you could return them to honorable ways according to the original teachings of Kahless, which are within you. It would be a great challenge, if you have the courage to accept it.
Gowron – And what will we tell the people about their new Emperor? That he appeared in a cave or a laboratory?
Worf – We will tell them the truth, all of the truth. We will tell them that even if he is not the real Kahless, he is the rightful heir to Kahless. 
Gowron – And if I refuse to go along with this?
Worf – My brother and those who support him on the council will fight you and I will fight you. And the empire will fall back into civil war.
Gowron – What do you say about this, Koroth?
Koroth – What I say is unimportant.
Kahless, who’s been sitting quietly throughout, stands – It is acceptable.
Koroth kneels head bowed, Worf kneels.
Kahless – Join with me Gowron, let us usher in this new era together.
Gowron kneels  - Vorch-doh-baghk, Kahless!
Worf went to Boreth to find his faith, but his heart is empty again. I do not know what to believe. Not proud of his accomplishment in installing Emperor Kahless. 
Kahless left us a powerful legacy, a way of thinking and acting that makes us Klingon. If his words hold wisdom and his philosophy is honorable, What does it matter if he returns. What is important is that we follow his teachings. The words are more important than the man. 
Kahless goes off on Gowron’s ship.
Original Kahless legend included Christ-like death by tyrant Molor after an honorable planned return from one last night of wandering amid nature.
Worf's original Rite of Ascension ceremony was performed on the Home World
P248 ST NG Companion clone Kahless possible a front for the B'nok faction, or the Duras sisters.
P250 Mok'bara move, koh-man-ara
  Warped by K.W. Jeter 
no Klingon content
If Wishes Were Horses
Two raktajinos extra strong, for Jadzia and Bashir.
  The Romulan Stratagem by Robert Greenberger 
P16 Eloh, a planet in the buffer space between the Klingon and Romulan Empires. they have not been visited by any other extraterrestrial race, but their communications equipment has alerted them to spacefareing races. They have just gone through several decades of civil war and are finally untied under one government. Having Eloh as a Fed protectorate will bring Fed closer to having a direct influence on Romulan affairs. The USS Cochrane did a preliminary survey via instrument probes 3 years ago
The small group of officers then proceeded to discuss matters involving the Romulans, the Klingons, and galactic politics as it might pertain to the new planet.
Lt. Jenna D'Sora at tactical display while Worf in meeting
Worf identifies the radio transmissions as informational exchanges, cultural, historical, between the Romulan warbird and the Elohsians
Worf astounded - the Elohsians would willingly join the Romulan Empire? That would be suicidal.
P60 Worf, in dress uniform, tugged at his collar, constantly readjusting his shining ceremonial Klingon sash
Picard introduces him as security chief, Lt. Worf of the Klingon Empire.
Larkin, an Elohsian, just stared openly at Worf
Worf stepped before the captain and gave the banquet table a suspicious look. Picard was privately amused by the action.
P71 Picard allowed his officer to precede him and once again took his place behind Worf. While this meant little to Picard, he recognized that the Klingon warrior in Worf liked leading the captain, standing in harm's way. Even on the soup line. Picard watched Worf carefully smell each soup, selecting just two. 
Picard - the idea, Mr. Worf, is try one of each variety.
Worf turned stiffly and nodded - I know sir, but these others smell like veQ. Came the soft yet forceful reply.
Picard - Didn't your mother ever tell you that vegetables were good for you?
Worf grunted and moved back into line
Picard's attention was caught by the sight of a female Romulan centurion heading straight for Worf's table. The Romulan had finished her soup and was carrying the empty bowl. Worf was politely sipping from his bowl, using the deep-bowled spoons that were provided. His expression told Picard that neither was to his liking, despite the meat content. The security chief looked up and glared at the centurion standing over him. She, too, was clearly not to his liking.
Centurion Telorn of the N'ventnar - So, Klingon, what's it like serving aboard a ship of sheep?
Worf - I serve with people from 13 different races, none of which house sentient sheep.
Telorn - And yet you do not command them. We Romulans have always wondered why your people allowed themselves to be beaten into submission.
Worf's nostrils flared for a brief moment - No such even took place, Centurion.
Worf - as for our relationship wit the Federation, we sued for peace at a time when it best served our interests
Telorn - You serve willingly, then? I have always thought Klingons would make good serving people.
Worf gritted his teeth, his hands clenching and unclenching, muscles ripping beneath his skin.
Worf grunted - I believe we have nothing further to say.
Telorn sidestepped Worf and came directly into his path, their chests brushing.
Telorn - Not so fast, Klingon. We are ordered to fit in here, I am under obligations to make small talk.
Data steps in to try his casual conversation subroutines, allowing Worf to escape
Sela - The Fed dilutes its people with culture after culture, blending and softening. You can see what happened to the Vulcans, Andorians, and Benzites and now you can watch it happen to the Klingons.
An audible growl rose from the next table but Troi kept Worf in his chair with a glance. Worf seemed content to remain silent, watching over the proceedings. No doubt, he was preparing for more baiting.
Troi cuts off Subcommander Plactus, he continued to step closer.
You heard the counselor, thundered Worf, striding over and catching their attention. Both looked at the imposing Klingon, who seemed to get larger by the second.
Troi - thank you Worf. My hero, she said with a grin
Worf - the captain did say we should not cause any incidents. Troi could not tell if he was teasing or being dead serious.
P89 Sela conceived two very unique plans, both failed. Spoiled by Picard. First he ruined years of planning and work that would have left the Klingon Empire ripe for the taking. Just payback for the abuses we suffered at their hands decades ago. You and your Klingon servant Worf spoiled that. A waste of untold man-hours and resources.
P94 Picard checks his officers for response to his speech. Worf remained stoically silent, but when Picard caught his eye the captain received a knowing, albeit short, nod of the head.
Eloh lies directly between border spots between the Klingon-Federation and Romulan governments.
P100 Riker goes to the holodeck for a workout, and gives Worf the conn. Worf logs the change in command with a brief movement of his left fingers. Worf has uploaded several new Klingon training programs. He suggests Riker try Worf Tango Five.
Riker breaking into a big smile - a tango might do well, Worf.
Worf let out a heavy sigh and returned his gave to the tactical station, avoiding any deliberations on the concepts regarding human humor.
Riker might try Worf's new workout, although the Klingon programs tended to leave him stretched out a bit much.
Worf Tango Five holodeck program - birds chirp in the distance. Tendrils of purplish smoke escape from burbling holes in the ground. Lush jungle setting, trees with thick branches and vine. 
Most of Worf's holodeck scenarios involved less than ideal planetary conditions. The Klingon had once explained that this kept him sharpest. Riker had countered that the security chief wouldn't know what to do if a confrontation involved sunshine and clear skies
P142 after a bomb goes off on Eloh, Picard wants Worf to find out exactly where Sela was both today and the day the Romulans visited the purification plant. Worf was poring through Elohsian records as well as Enterprise sensor scans of Romulan transporter activity.
Commander, Worf rumbled after a long silent stretch of work. Everything I have seen indicates that Commander Sela was part of the landing party that visited the purification plant two days before our crew was taken to see it. Sela was also said to be aboard the N'ventnar when the bomb went off. Our sensors indicate extensive communications and transporter traffic at the precise moment the bomb went off so we cannot isolate a signal that may have triggered the device.
The Klingon grunted and returned to his own work, reviewing all the information a third time in the vain hope of uncovering something useful.
P150 Worf usually preferred silence. Worf continued to watch the Elohsian Lan Kris's every move, his Klingon and Starfleet training meshing rather well for a change.
Riker could sense Worf's arrival but also knew the Klingon would hang back, allowing Riker the glory of the battle
Worf pocketed his phaser and removed his own tricorder. He used its recording function to get a complete visual record of the dead man, the surroundings and the distance to the mountains. Worf switched the tricorder to biological scanning and took a medical report in case the authorities refused Dr. Crusher the chance to study the deceased. Worf was nothing if not complete and methodical in his work as security chief, which pleased Riker
P166 Worf had a Klingon cocktail that made Beverly Crusher lean away from the fumes. He remained oblivious to her obvious distaste
Picard imagined his Klingon friend would prefer the Elohsians stayed on the planet, he might even prefer if the starship left orbit and went home tonight.
P183 Worf has taught Crusher exercises that worked the muscles in a variety of combinations. Ens. Ro tries them, too.
P186 Worf had suspected the Romulans of treachery, and now he might finally get a chance to prove it. Sela strolled over to Worf, looking him over with cold determination and let out a haughty laugh. Of course, send the underlings to investigate while the captain remains safe and sound. No leadership. No glory. To that, Worf growled low, determined to remain civil. Romulan taunts carry no honor, he recalled and were not worthy of a response.
Worf can call up computer records indicating this exact method of attack has been used by Romulans in several similar incidents over the past two centuries
P215 Worf grunted in approval of Data's work and Picard suppressed a smile at the Klingon's reaction to Data the detective.
P216 Worf - This Edgar Allen Poe, he was definitely a 19 th century human?
Picard - Of course
Worf - His imagination can rival that of our best Klingon authors, even today.
Worf has been reading Poe, with everyone else on the ship discussing his worth, he grew curious. Poe's stories can inspire the blood, and Worf sees why Troi was so easily chilled. They will make fine bedtime stories for Alexander.
Worf silently maintained his post at tactical. From his very body language Picard could tell Worf was having a problem about working with Sela. Walking very close to the Klingon Picard spoke softly.
Picard - I know this presents a new difficulty for you.
Worf - Yes, sir. Was the only reply, and that through gritted teeth.
Picard - I can think of no better officer to accompany Data to the planet in order to get the job done. You have my confidence and appreciation for the uncomfortable position I am putting you in.
Worf - Understood. He remained stiff, but Picard could see in his eyes that Worf would do the job despite his personal distaste for the new ally.
The life filled Elohsian tropical rain forest buoyed Worf's spirit
Worf's racial hatred of Romulans was bred in him at a young age. All Klingons were taught early on who was your friends and who was your enemy. Right after they learned which houses were to be counted as allies, they were taught about neighboring races.
The Klingons had a long memory and never forgave the Romulans for repeated treachery over the years. Nearly a century ago the two powers had been united, although it was a loose alliance that seemed to benefit neither party. Then, just as abruptly as they came together, the two sides ended up bitter enemies with bloody results. Both felt it was their due to inherit the known galaxy, with the Federation seen only as a temporary inconvenience, despite setback after setback to both sides. While the Romulans stayed away from Federation contact for 60 years, there were constant skirmishes with the Klingon Empire during those bleak years. 
Oddly, just as the Klingons were getting used to their independence, circumstances forced them to reconsider their relationship with the Federation and, beginning with the peace conference on Khitomer, as new age dawned for both races. The new alliance was put to the test at Narendra III 25 years ago, when the Enterprise-C came to the Klingon outpost's defense against a Romulan incursion. It was this attack that further cemented the friendship between the Klingons and the Federation. 
In the years since Data and Worf joined the Enterprise each had many opportunities to witness firsthand the Romulans' ability for treachery and deceit, acting in ways that would have brought dishonor to any Klingon house. Still, the Romulans' deceit more deeply affected Worf at every turn. The House of Duras suffered greatly for their clandestine work with the Romulans over the years. First, it was Duras's father, Ja'rod, who betrayed his people and allowed 4000 to die during the surprise Romulan attack at Khitomer, which left Worf and Kurn orphans. Years later, Worf was able to defend his father's name and prove the House of Duras was ultimately at fault. Undaunted, Duras's sisters, B'Etor and Lursa, worked closely with Commander Sela to divide the Klingon Empire through civil war, making it ripe for conquest by the Romulans. Again, Worf with his brother Kurn, helped defend the Empire and saw to it Gowron was left to rule a united, if not entirely happy Klingon Empire. 
Worf concluded that he had cultural as well as personal reasons for hating the Romulans, notably Sela. But he was also a man of principle, and his orders were to cooperate and he would do so. Grudgingly.
Sela - Commander, I see you have brought a pet.
Data - Commander Sela, Lt. Worf is here to work with us. He will be treated as a fellow officer and colleague. If you cannot give him that due, then our partnership will end here.
Sela - I understand, Data. My people have worked alongside Klingons before and I can for the good of the mission.
Worf took a step back and observed everyone's body language and placement of obvious weapons. He was taking nothing by chance. 
P229 Worf reacted quickly and smashed his way into the building, yelling for the people within to stay where they were. Taking rapid aim Worf let out two bursts of phaser fire and knew he had made contact with something. 
Worf saves Sela from falling debris.
Worf - I was assigned to work with you and that meant offering you my protection was well. Klingon honor too, demands my behavior.
P250 An unamused Worf had personally overseen the security requirements and had chosen to remain nearby just in case. According to Worf the Elohsian Lan Mathli was an honorably fighter - quiet high praise from the Klingon.
Picard discussed the deepening alliance with the Klingon Empire which had stabilized the galactic peace for several decades. Such cooperation through peaceful means was a perfect example, in Picard's mind, of what the Federation was all about. 
P268 Worf leans Ens. Ro a long curved weapon of polished wood, fully detailed etchings on the handle, and iron which flared into five sharp polished points, to discourage her young suitor James Kelly. Other weaponry too. 
Riker had just finished a bad joke involving a Ferengi, a Klingon, and a Benzite.
Guinan could stare down Q, make Worf sociable.
Second Chances
Worf loses to Riker in 5 card draw poker. He folds early in game with Lt. and Commander Riker and Data.
If Worf met a double of himself, he would probably have difficulty getting along with double. He is a difficult person to get along with.
Potential Worf beams with duplicate Riker up to sickbay. Male and female security guards with Riker in sickbay
Worf impatient when Lt. Riker late reporting for mission.
Deanna and Beverly practice mok’bara together. Mr. Worf is a very good teacher. Deanna downs Lt. Riker. 
KoH-man-ara, move in mok’bara, closely resembles crane block in tai chi.
Potential baby index: Deanna/Lt. Riker
  Foreign Foes by Dave Galanter & Greg Brodeur 
P2 Klingons and Hidran never mixed. Captain Urosk threatens to kill Worf. Riker regretted bringing Worf. 
Worf slaps the phaser away, but Captain Urosk's greater height gave him advantage. Hidran Ambassador Zhad also in favor of killing Worf.
Zhad - you insult us with the presence of this animal
Hidran - Planet Hidra, breathing masks, brows of wet red leather, tall, long scarlet fingers. Sharp little teeth. Red hued leathery skin. Musty mold and wet burlap odor. Ships filled with water vapor. Need to breath 100 percent humidity with high oxygen mix. Wear surgically implanted masks to go to other planets. Wear wet cloaks. A hard people, by necessity. In their experience, those who bargain are those who die.
The Hidran feel resentment for 20 years of war, 20 more of harassment, 70 years of oppression. Klingons killed Hidran in cold blood. Ravaged homeworld, strangled their future.
Worf's deep baritone and skyscraper posture were a reminded of just how intimidating he could be
Riker had hoped having Worf along would show the Hidran how Klingons could be. 
A Klingon warship enters this sector. Its weapons are charged and it cruises at battle speed
Zhad - the Federation's word of honor is as much a lie as Klingon honor
Lt. Anderson (f) in command chair in Picard's absence, then at tactical in Worf's absence. 
The Klingon battle cruiser, armed, is on an intercept course with Hidran ship
The Klingons were early. Picard had wanted time to explain that the Klingons would be coming. Time to explain to the Klingons as well.
Picard places the Enterprise between the two ships, the Klingon ship tries to maneuver around. Picard crowds them out. The Klingon vessel turned and twisted and Enterprise echoed each move, barring them from the Hidran ship at every angle. Picard was annoyed by the Klingon's tenacity. he fought the urge to leave the Klingons and Hidran to the violent fate they coveted. 
The harsh features of a Klingon commander
P6 I am Kadar, commander of Imperial Cruiser HIv SuH. We assume you are under attack by what we identify as a Hidran warship. We offer assistance. Move, so we may destroy them.
The Klingon's manner was cool, his tone measured, despite that, Picard saw through to piercing anger. With revenge in the pot, Klingons had poor poker faces.
Commander Meliosh of the Hidran - We have an enemy to defeat. We've beaten back the Klingons before. We will again. We will not lower our shields with an armed Klingon warship at our throats.
The Hidran ship warped out of the solar system with the Klingon battle cruiser turning to follow. The Hidran ship twisted about and fired a spread of torpedoes. Wicked orange bolts flashed toward the Klingon vessel. 
Picard - Perhaps the Hidran could defeat the Klingons in a war, but not both the Klingons and the Federation. Your peoples need each other. You will work something out if you want to live. 
Meliosh - We do not talk with Klingons.
Kadar - your quaint little tactics may work with the Hidran. I am a different matter. You dishonor us, Picard. We were lured here with a lie. I will not talk with them! You are fools to trust the Hidran! They do not kill for honor or for game. They just kill. Without thought. Without reason. We will not stay!
The Klingon government has asked for assistance that only the Hidran can supply. 
Picard threatens to inform Starfleet of the need for another Klingon delegation, one that can handle the situation. Kadar signals that that is unwarranted and enter orbit around neutral Fed protectorate Velex. 
P14 Worf subdues Captain Urosk, humiliating him
P18 Riker - I sympathize with the Klingons on this one. The Hidran are a tough lot. Anyone who can win a war with the Klingons. Their ambassador eats Klingons for breakfast.
70 years of war. The Hidran had to be harder, stronger, to survive a war with the Klingons. The Hidran may not have won, but they certainly did not lose.
The Fed is quite familiar with the Klingons' history, their side of the conflict. Both sides claim victimization and victory.
Zhad - you Klingons know nothing but death. You should taste of it yourselves.
Kadar - You, Zhad, are not fit to be killed!
Zhad - a Klingon is not fit to kill me!
Kadar - I'd like to test the truth of that statement.
Zhad - you will stay away from our mining planets or we will destroy you.
Kadar pushed himself half out of his seat, pressing his palms flat on the tabletop - those planets are ours! They are the spoils of war
Zhad - the treaty we were forced to sign was a one-sided piece of rubbish. We have the moral obligation to deny its edicts. 
Kadar pounded his fist on the table, the vibration sending a computer clipboard to the floor - you were forced into nothing!
Zhad hammered the table with both fists, as if to one better the Klingons with his own storm of anger - you assure us no alternatives and call that choice?
Zhad to Picard - do you not hear these lies? Do you listen to your 'trustworthy' allies?
The Hidran need aridium shielding for the power reactors they took [or that were left]. Only Klingons can supply it.
The Klingons need the vaccine for the virus they contracted on your planet. [a virus they were blessed with while destroying our planet]
The treaties were signed 20 years ago. The war is over.
Zhad - will they stop raiding our outer planets' mining colonies? Will the Klingons continue to harass our vessels?
The Klingons will get the vaccine for a crippling disease that neither kills nor is curable, it is an issue of survival. The disease is destroying the fleet.
Kadar wants assurances the Hidran will not attack Klingon mining ships
Zhad to Picard - you think because you have a form of peace with the Klingons for some time that they are like you. Klingons are not worthy of trust. 
P36 the Klingons may have some covert operation under way. They may have found away to breach the transmission blanket. Or perhaps they have a cloaked base of operations somewhere on the surface. No unusual activity from the HIv SuH.
Calm being relative - no one had been killed yet
Picard feels it is good to have Worf around. The Hidran need to see that the Klingons have indeed changed in some ways. Worf is an excellent example of that.
P39 Worf expected the negotiations to not go well. The Hidran are quick to anger. Captain Kadar is more enraged at the dishonor. His hand is being forced. Through his indignation, he can barely see it was in the only direction he could move. Worf does not side with the Klingons in this matter. They are wrong, Worf said in that matter-of-fact tone that no one would dare take issue with. 
Stubbornness is a Klingon trait. Being wrong is not. 
With forced gentility Worf awkwardly lowered himself into the seat next to Ambassador Zhad. It went against his grain, and he had to force the tension from his muscles and wrench a casual look onto his face. 
Worf - Dinner is where honorable beings may meet and break bread together. His tone had to be severe enough to warrant respect, yet soft enough to broadcast appeasement
Zhad - Better to die than eat with a Klingon
Worf would not prove Zhad right about all Klingons by speaking in anger. His race was inflexible - he did not have to be. He had the cushhion of a Terran upbringing to support him and he could use that hereditary Klingon obstinance to make sure he did not slip into impulsiveness
Worf - Do you fear me so much that we cannot have a meal within the same walls?
They locked eyes, Worf and Zhad. Klingon and Hidran. Enemy to enemy.
Worf knew he was a symbol. He would never feel fully Klingon, yet here he stood to represent all Klingons. An alien on Earth and Qo'noS, he fit only in Starfleet, and now found himself the embodiment of two cultures that would never completely accept him. That he could never completely accept.
Worf - if we can have a meal in common, perhaps we can share a trust.
Zhad - your existence antagonizes me, as your people have done for a hundred years. It was no secret Starfleet had been at odds with the Klingons for decades. The only thing worse than an arrogant Klingon was an insufferably condescending Starfleet Klingon.
Worf - War is a fire that can rage out of control, but only when both sides feed the flame.
Zhad - A Klingon saying for every occasion. you slip into stereotype. The Hidran reply to the saying is How many times must we be blistered before the flame is finally smothered? Don't you pity me, Klingon mongrel!
Zhad leaps at Worf. Worf belts him away, abandons Zhad in a puddle of pain and awe.
Zhad's breather malfunctions, and he stabs Kadar's first officer to death before dying himself.
Hidran conflict of 2292.
Klingon military tactics, covert operations, espionage, 436 files in Enterprise computer on Hidran-Klingon conflict. Current Klingon tactics based on military reports. 77 entries under Tactics, 151 under Federation/Klingon Liaison topic.
After Zhad's death the Hidran and the Klingons smash chairs to use the legs as clubs.
The remaining five Klingons came up behind Worf, flanking him. The Klingons closed tighter on Worf to barricade him, yet moved forward toward their foes.
Kadar, hand on Worf's shoulder - We will stand with you.
Worf - I stand with my captain. Worf moved out from his protectors. Picard nodded. It looked bad to have Worf with them, as if their had been some conspiracy to kill the ambassador.
The Klingons and Hidran rage turned even odds into poor ones. 
Both Hidran and Klingon, space-faring races who'd clung to daggers in their lust for death by any weapon. Picard looked from dagger to dagger, Hidran to Klingon, and wondered how many other traditions they shared but would admit no common ground. Their problem was not their differences but their similarities.
Kadar held his dagger in one hand and gestured to the fallen Klingon with his other. Will we not see why my first officer died, Captain?
Picard - His murderer is dead. What more would you seek?
Kadar, his voice a low threatening growl - More.
Four violent, savage scowls gouged with surprise. Not only had a Starfleet ally phasered down the commander of an Imperial Battle Cruiser, but Worf had fired the blow. Bitterness overpowered Picard's pride in Worf's loyalty.
P65 the Klingons have, in the past, used other open available comm channels when communications supposedly blanked out
P84 Urosk - Worf is a Klingon. He acts as a Klingon.
Batok, a Hidran - Picard is a Klingon sympathizer! He has one in his crew, he has been active in Klingon politics, and he speaks their language!
A third or more Hidran speak Klingonese. Amb. Zhad spoke Klingonese.
Kadar faced Worf head-on and gripped the other Klingon's shoulders. His grip was tight, his smile one of admiration. Worf did not clamp his hands around Kadar's arms to complete the embrace.
Kadar - Speak plainly with me, brother
A fraternal slap on Worf's shoulders
Kadar - The Hidran have thought us weak since we left their space. You were right to execute Zhad. You have restored our honor.
Worf - You were driven from Hidran space. The words were meant to gouge at Kadar. It was Worf referring to his people as you. It was a distance never spoken by Klingons.
Kadar's dark face crumpled into offense and he stepped closer to Worf, overtly making sure not to touch him, yet.
Kadar - What are you?
Worf knew the rote answer was to be I am Klingon. Silence furthered the insult.
Kadar growled - Are you my brother?
Worf wonders if his face was as severe and cold as Kadar's. was he a brother to one who would kill every last Hidran?
P95 Urosk - Klingon justice allows for the murder of innocent Hidran. Hidran justice does not. I have yet to meet an innocent Klingon. 
If any statement could be more un-Klingon in philosophy, Picard seeing only loss when he sees blood, Urosk couldn't fathom it. This was a strange alliance indeed that brought the Federation and the Klingon Empire together if they were truly this different. The question was, who controlled whom? Did this peaceful Federation hold the entire Klingon population at bay with platitudes and peaceful thoughts? Urosk thought that unlikely.
Urosk said he preferred to stand, knowing the Klingon ego would force Kadar to remain standing as well. There was endless benefit in knowing your enemy, and Klingons were nothing if not well understood to every Hidran who had suffered the past 70 years. The Klingons had turned the Hidran into a bitter and angry race, and while someday that might be forgiven, it would never be forgotten. The Hidran had been a cloistered people, a united planet on the edge of interstellar flight. Perhaps they were quarrelsome people in a broad sense, but they were not alien hunters who snarled their way across space. The Klingons were. And for their own defense the Hidran had to evolve into hunters themselves.
Urosk - A Klingon face is never innocent.
P103 Kadar seemed to be covering a smile
Data - Lt. Worf is capable of acting to defend what he sees as his honor.
Geordi - Worf wouldn't defy orders
The Hidran Batok could smell the foolish arrogance of his prey. The odor wafted through the hallway, and he knew the Starfleet Klingon Worf was close at hand.
Irritations, that's all the Klingons had ever brought to Hidran.
Killing a Klingon was at one time a rite of passage on Hidra. In Batok's father's time the number of Klingons a man had killed was the key to elections and power. That time had nearly past. The results of Klingon occupation remained, as did the hatred of Klingons, but so few young Hidra had even seen a Klingon in person that the bragging of young warriors rang hollow.
Batok would have the chance to spit in a real Klingon's face, to kill one and live to savor the feeling.
Kadar - Even your own captain knows you have acted with honor.
Kadar offered Worf one of the five seats allowed the Klingons in their cell of protective custody. One of the Klingon officers was now standing awkwardly, his seat offered in tribute to Worf.
So this was the Klingon smugness and arrogance Worf had been accused of so often. It was annoying. He now wanted to take back a few of the punches he'd thrown because of that insult. 
Worf took the stool, deciding to save needed strength rather than take the unneeded pride there would have been in turning down the gesture. 
Kadar thundered to one of his subordinates and was quickly handed his own stool. 
Kadar - You made brave sounds, Lt. Worf. I like you.
There had been a time in Worf's life when he aspired to a position such as Kadar's, the command of a Klingon battle ship. Having served among Terrans for all these years, the Klingon condescension he was so often accused of had molded itself into respect. Respect for Picard, not only because of rank, but because of the man. A few years ago Worf would have admired Kadar for his rank alone. No longer. In the Klingon Empire one could still attain such position more from treachery and savvy than from skill alone. There was no honor in treachery, Worf had decided. And so he could not give Kadar respect until he was sure it had been earned.
Worf - I do not care if you like me and I do not care if you believe me
Kadar rumbled a laugh - Are you telling me you were agreeable to the Hidran for no motive?
The Klingon commander was anything but subtle, yet had this irritating talent for cunningly asking the most delicate of questions.
It was a lie, but Worf needed to be cunning as well. Perhaps Kadar might reveal what he knew of Zhad's death. His Klingon brethren may well have had something to do with Zhad's murder.
Kadar - I believe that you drown the Hidran in banality in order to gain his trust.
The Klingon smile that Worf felt so infrequently on his own face seemed to haunt Kadar's.
Kadar - what is it that you do care about, Lt. Worf? Do you care about flowers and terran kittens and other Earther pursuits? Do you have a pet tribble or a puppy dog? Or are you a Klingon? What is the truth about you?
Worf bolted from his seat and had his hands wrapped around Kadar's neck before the other Klingons had a chance to contemplate moving. He pressed the Commander's throat closed with one hand, pinning Kadar's head in his other hand. Worf kept the Klingon captain balanced on the stool, not allowing bracing of any kind.
It was a gamble and the stake was Worf's life.
P111 nIS wej Kadar choked out, ordering his men not to interfere.
Worf- is this Klingon enough for you, Kadar? Why does the question of my blood concern you so? Why is my Klingon soul of such grave importance to you? Do you not have what you wanted? The wedge is back between the Empire and the Hidran Congress. They will die, as a people, as a planet, and you will only lose some warriors who will be proud to have given their lives to a disease because it served the purposes of honor. And the Empire can't even be blamed because I am a Federation citizen and not a Klingon subject.
Purple marks appeared on Kadar's throat, but his voice showed no strain
Worf laughed, but only to cover his anger, anger at Kadar, anger at himself. 
If there was another explanation, a Klingon explanation, then Kadar must be the one to reveal it to him. The Klingon commander's confidence would have to be gained. Worf wished he could escape from such cowardly Klingons who would do such a thing. 
The universe is Klingons' to shape and I have respect for those who mold it to their liking. I do not believe in good fortune and neither do you.
The Klingon stench was making Batok sick right through the door. Soon one Klingon's stench would be due more to burnt flesh than poor hygiene.
Depriving the other Klingons of actually seeing the shell of their fallen comrade would be too kind. What Batok really wanted was a Hidran disrupter that could cut a Klingon in half and leave him to bleed to death in agony.
Kadar's rank was on his armor
The boneheaded thug collapsed into a mass of charred flesh and still glowed orange.
Another Klingon rushed toward Batok as the hatch closed, grunting some Klingon animal curse as they always did when they had been defeated. 
Batok heard the muffled death scream that mystic Klingon fools would make when they had lost a comrade. There were stories told by Hidran who had heard it. Batok, a mere Lt., was filled with glee to have caused this scream.
P116 since Riker had met Worf, Klingons held a certain fascination for him. One he indulged by taking brief assignments on Klingon vessels and by pursuing a friendship with his Klingon security chief. Gaining Worf's respect was a given because he was Worf's superior officer. Gaining his friendship, his confidence, those came only with time. Pursuing that friendship was easier than Riker had first thought. He and Worf agreed on much, from tactics to politics, and Worf's loyalty to Picard and his selfless protection of the captain cemented their friendship. 
P124 Data - the Klingons do have a history of such covert operations. Every race has specific traits that are often unique. The Klingons do not value life in the same manner as humans and the Hidran.
Geordi - Worf was raised on earth. Worf would defend the philosophy of the Federation to his death.
P129 Urosk - the Klingons had planned this from the beginning. They would have done anything to assure that Hidra was left helpless enough to be re-conquered. And this time the Klingons would not leave the people alive. The Hidran were a million thorns in the Klingon Empire's skin, and these pseudo-negotiations had been nothing more than a complex maneuver by the Empire and its Federation allies to force Hidra into a war she would lose. Disgrace was what the Klingons desired for the Hidran people. Every Klingon on the planet and above in orbit would have to die. the human was jumping and kicking. Klingons had given up sooner.
P166 Jim Wyckoff, security, Worf is his superior officer, and friend
P172 Urosk - the Klingons want a war and I will prove to them such a move would be much more unhealthy for them than any virus.
P184 Kadar jerked his grip from Worf as if he'd been touching some infected leper - you do not know that, Earther. You speak the lies of a Terran, you do not know the truth and you do not know the Hidran. The Hidran are insane. There is no honor with them. They will destroy us here and then move to destroy the Empire. 
Worf - They could not destroy the Empire.
Kadar - do not be so sure. They could wreck such havoc that the empire would not be able to defend many of its worlds. Don't underestimate them. Don't trust them. They have been building their military strength while claiming these economic troubles and power failures. 500 warships have been built. They have planetary defense bases now that can knock a starship from orbit! Their economy is fine. They are liars, they have no troubles save for those in their minds. And you can see now they strike without reason. The Klingon commander shook his head and gnashed his teeth together in disgust. 
Eyes cold and dark Kadar croaked his answer - All I heard was the death of another of my men. It is you they will end with, Worf, it is the Empire they wish to destroy first. We must act now, to preserve the Empire!
Connors and Mackenzie, security, nodded their salutes to Worf. Off duty or on, to them he was in charge and he knew it.
Excuses will be discussed later, Worf snapped and got the flinch he wanted from his men. They'd been sloppy.
Work knew Kadar's threat to take action was not idle.
Kadar - You, Worf, are a Terran fool.
Worf - Perhaps, but for now I am the fool in charge
P203 Urosk - the Klingons' heartless empire will know that killing me wasn't worth the price.
P214 Worf was tense, because he wanted the honor of being forfeit for his captain and knew Riker wouldn't allow it.
P217 Enterprise to Klingon vessel hIV SuH
The main viewer flashed on. The obviously angry face of the Klingon in command appeared. This is Lt. Chakba. What is the meaning of not answering our hails? Why have you prepared your ship for battle? We are allies, not enemies! You are insane! You may take that as your epitaph!
P220 Urosk - I wish only to kill enough Klingons that Qo'noS will think twice before breaching war again. They want war, it is in their nature. The Klingons themselves admit it's bred into them.
Picard snapped - it is not in their nature. Picard had taken part in Klingon politics and who perhaps knew Lt. Worf better than anyone, knew better. It may be their culture, ingrained into their society, but those are decisions, acts of volition, which any Klingon any conscious being, may choose to embrace or deny. Hidran society and culture had been ravaged by what their society once was. Hidran culture changed because of an influence of Klingon culture, and now you both hold similar customs. Klingons are coming to reject anger, hatred as tools. 
P227 the Klingon vessel's attitude changed as it prepared for an obvious maneuver out of orbit
Data fires on Klingon cruiser HIv SuH - damage to forward and rear shields. Warp engines overloading and taken off line. 
The Hidran ship entered the fray and fired on the Klingon vessel as well. Klingon cruiser is outgunned.
Klingons tended not to surrender
They were experienced and clever
The Klingon battle cruiser HIv SuH attacks the Hidran vessel, damaging port nacelle, weapons systems down
Klingon cruiser's offensive system conduit hit, no power reading from Klingon weapons systems
P232 Captain Kadar stood, some kind of metal hand weapon aimed out toward the Hidran behind Picard. Where is Urosk, and where is the animal that killed my warrior? Kadar kills Batok.
Worf would not try to break through unstable ancient wall
Kadar and three other Klingons who had taken positions a few meters behind him were all carrying sophisticated projectile-firing chemical combustion rifles. Each of them had a Hidran target. The Klingon weapons, with no active power source, were difficult to scan for. Firearms of this type were still used by some, for sport usually. Obviously the Klingons had planned ahead and hidden the weapons. Amazing that Kadar had been kept in his makeshift cell for so long. 
Kadar stomped forward aggressively.
Kadar took aim at Urosk and fired. Shells ricocheted off the ground.
Both cultures suggest that a son pays for the sins of the father
Urosk growled - You act to protect your Starfleet Klingon!
Worf - There is a human saying, Actions speak louder than words.
What kind of impulsive act of honor had motivated this?
Worf thrust the knife into his own gut and twisted. He pulled out the knife and let it drop to his feet. No doctor, no help! Worf grunted, crushing the wound with his hand. The knife even the Hidran will recognize as Klingon - the blade specially made to bring slow and certain death.
Bread made from grain of Velex is mechanical on the molecular level and will heal the host's body.
Picard says Urosk is acting under adopted Klingon heritage and embracing the irrational hate that the Klingon Empire itself is coming to reject!
P250 Data's attack on the Klingon vessel caused damage and casualties. 
Kadar's voice was somber, this tone almost sympathetic.
To offer Worf aid for his pain would be an insult, both Picard and Beverly knew that.
Kadar's ship HIv SuH subspace communications are down. We must alert the homeworld to protect itself. The Enterprise will go unchallenged, Worf's ship would not be questioned. His brother sits on the High Council. Worf himself is respected. 
Worf straightened proudly, he looked stronger, just ego.
Kadar gives Picard HIv SuH to catch Data before Qo'noS is destroyed. The damage to the ship is extensive. Lack materials and manpower. 5 deaths, 23 injuries. 
The Klingon fleet will have to disable or destroy Enterprise stardrive section if it reaches Klingon space
There was a flicker in Kadar's eyes, the flicker of a captain who knew what a ship was, what it meant to its masters' soul
Klingon's high command chair
Lift opens onto bridge
HIv SuH Too much structural damage to do more than warp 4
Operational torpedoes but damaged. Cloak is destroyed.
Kadar has contacted Qo'noS, 10 cruisers await Enterprise
The us and we was the closest Kadar could come to an apology. The Klingon captain obviously understood the sensitivity and perhaps had also gained some respect for the Federation and its Starfleet
The Hidran sensor control panel was amazingly like a Klingon access board
Hawk-like the HIv SuH plunged past Enterprise again, brightening space with orange spheres that smashed into Enterprise
P267 Kadar and Urosk, as vigorously as they had been against the accord, were now for it. People are reticent but they will sign
It takes several days to reach Qo'noS from Velex at warp 3.
The Klingons are not making an issue of those who died while Data acting irrationally
The Hidran have dropped all charges against Worf regarding Ambassador Zhad's death.
Worf was stoic, glared down, stood laser-straight, came to parade rest.
Picard is recommending Worf for a commendation regarding his brave albeit unorthodox action on Velex.
The Forsaken
no Klingon content
  Stowaways by Brad Strickland
P8 Major Kira sends a Bajoran ensign to get Commander Sisko – Sisko is needed to speak with the captain of the Klingon research vessel Thuvis. He’s requesting clearance to – [interrupted]
Dramatis Personae
Klingon vessel Toh’Kaht comes through wormhole. Not expected back for another month. Ship explodes, Hon’Tihl, first officer, beams off ship, dark skin, beard and mustache, collapses, he’s been hit by severe weapons fire. Victory, last word, then dies. Cause of ship’s destruction unknown. Tritanium alloy fragments in chest and upper arm, weapon type unknown. Klingon High Command tells Jadzia the ship in Gamma Quadrant on routine bio survey mission. Odo recalls the Toh’Kaht put in for a maintenance check before leaving DS 9 for Gamma Quadrant. O’Brien and Jadzia go out to find mission recorder.  Odo heard Quark had some problems with the Klingons last time they came through. 
Quark – spare me from beings who thing pain is pleasure. The Klingons are hard on the holosuites, wreck furniture, still fixing walls of holosuite 6. Klingons spend big. But by the time you figure in the damage, lucky to break even. 
Odo – they do tend toward bluster, don’t they. Throwing their weight around, bragging.
Quark – this crew was worse than the last. our glorious mission. Quark asked what’s so glorious about a gamma Quadrant bio survey? The Klingons said they’d be coming back with something that would make the enemies of the Klingon Empire tremble. [could be virus talking]
Klingon secondary hull made of duranium alloy. causes magnetic field. Sound of Klingon subspace transponder signal mission recorder gives off.
Klingon officer’s journal – captain has gone completely insane, executed two crewmembers, medical officer    my quarters    violence  captivated by those energy spheres back from    captain’s spy
The Klingon’s mission must have failed, that failure caused problems on the ship. Dax and O’Brien try to figure it out, as the Klingons might want to know what happened. 
Klingon officer’s journal – decks through 12    armory is in the hands of Captain Tel’Peh   with death   still have confidence in gain control of this ship    first officer’s journal 8 6   closing in  still able to hide     near reactor core deck 26   prisoner blow up this ship and transport to safety   perhaps medical officer Kee’Bhor was correct.  Energy spheres    All I know is that Captain Tel’Pah must die. Journal closed
Sounds like there was a power struggle on board Klingon ship, attempted take over. Management by mutiny, standard operating procedure in a Klingon vessel
First officer’s journal- day 22. exploration of the fifth planet proved to be a waste of time. This World is not worthy of a Klingon colony. All we found was a collection of energy spheres, that possess some type of telepathic archive, the spheres described and ancient power struggle that destroyed a race called the Saltah’na. We will forward our results to our science division. 
Makes journal recordings facing recorder. 
Bashir’s autopsy of the Klingon – nothing very unusual, the colonna cells in his brain stem, perhaps, brain permeability was off. Any number of things could cause that. Telepathy one of them. Caused them to reenact power struggle, and on to DS 9 command staff. 
Bashir sets up ion interference signal and calibrate it to lock on to telepathic frequencies and drive it out of all those infected. Heads glow. Odo blows telepathic matrix out to space. 
  Requiem by Michael Jan Friedman & Kevin Ryan 
P52 Worf in shuttle rescues trapped LaForge and Barclay 
P135 in the search for Picard Giving up simply was not in Worf’s makeup. 
P169 Travers of Cestus III speculates that Picard could be an agent of the Klingons.
P217 Worf acting executive officer, Riker acting captain, while Picard missing.
A tilting of his massive, bony-browed head. 
Timescape
Worf of the opinion Romulan distress call could be a trick
Deanna interested in inter-species mating practices
Blond man at tactical. Security teams sent to transporter room and sick bay.
Worf at transporter controls, beaming three Romulans aboard. Take rescued Romulans to Neutral Zone. 
  Tooth and Claw by Doranna Durgin 
P4 Picard finds most Klingons to be downright contentious.
Thank you, says Worf
Worf is to provide himself and six of his most appropriate personnel as an honor guard for ReynTa Akarr of Tsora’s ritual hunt, the kaphoora, on Fandre. 
P34 Worf regrets that he is not to join the hunt for the cartiga. the animal's shoulders come up to Worf’s midsection patterned rippled fur. Massive semi retractable jaws With tranquilizing darts. The honor of combating such an animal. Actually harming the animal is forbidden
Worf's sudden deadpan expression, the one that meant you didn't want to know what he was thinking
P63 poking around the weapon's locker Riker finds changes he's sure were Worf's doing - not useless phasers, but sharp-edged knives with thick, sturdy blades from a Klingon forge, and a bat'leth. Wrapped grips of the bat'leth. Worf, he thought, I owe you one hellacious holodeck hunt.
Worf kept his own teeth well covered. 
P104 Riker hopes Worf learns he used the bat'leth to cut through undergrowth.
P114 LaForge recognizes Worf's glower of impatience, the expression he often had when he seemed to be restraining himself, LaForge unfazed by fraying Klingon temper.
A Klingon does not need luck.
P119 when Riker begins to think about making primitive weapons, he figures he's definitely spending too much time in Worf's holodeck calisthenics. Or rather, in the toned-down version for humans. Worf Lite.
P126 Riker defends the camp on Fandre from scavenger sculpers with a bat'leth. 
P158 Worf arrived to rescue Riker sooner than Riker expected. Worf hurried.
Worf's gaze was roving over the clearing as if daring it to offer any more challenges. Akarr was sizing up Worf. Riker asked How's the Ntignano situation. Not Good. Details, that's what Riker loved about Worf, he never failed to cut through to the heart of a matter. 
P166 Worf chose to travel light in pursuit of Riker's crashed shuttle. Injured Riker could be carried by Worf, Worf says bluntly, pointedly. Akarr questions why imperil yourself for Riker. Worf's expression changed. His reply was even and low-key, although Akarr discerned that this took much effort. He had the instant revelation that Worf had pegged him as an idiot, and that there was therefore no point in displaying anger. Worf replies that a leader must make the difficult decisions that no one else wants to make. He must always think of his crew, not just his own glory. Riker would do the same for Worf. 
A flicker of humanoid annoyance crossed the Klingon's face, all the more noticeable for his formidable brow. I am not in the habit of repeating myself. Your questions are irrelevant. 
When Worf first found the downed shuttle, he landed there. He found Riker's shuttle was too damaged to fly again, so he determined which direction the group had taken, and relocated his shuttle to the end of the crash path. After Worf found an opened grave, he had reason to believe it was imperative to catch up with Riker's group as soon as possible. Worf gave Akarr another one of those looks. Akarr began to realize that the Klingon did little of his most essential communicating with words. Worf's cool adeptness with Tsoran insults surprised Akarr. The tickle of anxiety the Klingon had created, they wouldn't, couldn't leave him here. Another glance at Worf's expression made Akarr think that maybe the Klingon could. 
With respect sir, our priority is to return to the shuttle.
P183 Worf's calisthenics program. Odor of swamp, old wood from decaying structures, musky smell of bushy foliage, sparsely graceful trees. Different kind of sun, Picard has never quite been able to put his finger on what the difference is. Rugged jutting rock features. Haunting cries of bird, animal. After Worf's program drew the attention of the crew, and several had been hurt playing to Worf's standards, additional fail-safes were added to prevent serious contact. The crew finds the program a useful tool, keeps them sharp. But only a few actually use it. This is where people let off steam. 
Worf stood beside the shuttle, alert, his hand on his bat'leth and his gaze moving constantly around the surrounding vegetation. Worf cannot get the shuttle energy levels to stabilize.  Worf bared his teeth. Do you want guarantees? Worf merely looked at him. Wordless, expressionless, saying it all. Sir, Worf said, as if you had to ask. Worf secures the bat'leths in the weapons locker. Worf sends a message out that the shuttle is on its way, though he doesn't expect it to get through. Worf has no intention of staying in the smelly shuttle any longer than necessary. Worf takes the shuttle straight up suddenly, then he turned to say casually to Riker, Unfortunate power surge. 
P194 Picard runs Worf's calisthenics program. At end he tossed his Klingon sword away. 
P206 Worf gives a Klingon roar of attack when he attacks the cartiga. Everyone had been afraid of firing at the creature for fear of hitting Riker, except the Klingon, who'd thrown himself right at the creature in an attempt to free Akarr, and then been thrown across the landscape for his trouble. 
P217 Worf, in his concern for injured Riker. Ah, I have become predictable. Worf is in better shape than Riker. I will stay out in the jungle an additional day and night, fighting off sculpers, sholjaggs, and skiks. 
Riker - Worf, you're patronizing me
Worf - Yes, sir.
Riker - Well, stop it. You're bad at it
Worf - Yes, sir
P244 Riker expected Worf to be in 10 Forward raising a drink to the cartiga Riker killed. Troi tells him Worf is on the holodeck, trying to figure out a way to integrate those very cartigas into his calisthenics programs. After he cleans out all the small Tsoran-sized opponents the captain added. 
Duet
no Klingon content
Descent 
Worf, Riker, Data battle Borg on station
It was more like fighting Klingons then Borg, vicious, no offence.
None taken.
Young science Ens. Taitt serves at Tactical under Crusher, after 6 weeks on ship. Blond sharp faced male tactical officer Lt. Barnaby takes over from Taitt.
Novelization by Diane Carey
P22 Worf was a big, big entity and he was a Klingon but even he was not so big and not so fearless that he didn’t pull his phaser and aim it outward before taking one step. Security ensign Corelki.
Worf had the quickness to cover Riker with nearly constant phaser shots. Even with Klingon fury boiling and inhuman strength, Worf losing against Borg
Starship Gorkon, Adm. Nechayev’s flagship
It is Worf’s job to know who goes where and who speaks to whom. 
Worf’s stubborn determination dropped between them, and practically clanged
Worf tells Geordi that Data was murderous. Worf not the type to pass around empty superlatives, and his body temperature remained steady.
At the aft rail Worf resembled a gathering of thunderclouds
P98 Klingon – shatter the cranial exoskeleton of the tricipital lobe. Death is immediate.
The Klingon was furious, holding back his tone, sitting on his instincts and forcing himself to make the reports sound clinical 
Riker – stranded on Borg planet with only a phaser and a Klingon
In the Hands of the Prophets
no Klingon content
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