The 37's
Only human crew present when the people from 1937 revived – lesson from Worf in Neutral Zone. B’Elanna thinks about staying on the planet, but nobody does
  Objective: Bajor by John Peel 
Defiant investigating Calderisi raider, believed to be running illicit weapons to the Maquis. Calderisi a volatile species at the best of times. Calderisi ship destroyed. Starfleet sends the Hood to Calderisi homeworld to ask some rather pointed questions. 
P91 after massacre on Darane by Hive ship, DS 9 in need of backup, the Klingons are being rather . . . difficult at the moment. Old wrinkled Admiral Noguchi answered Sisko politely. They will not be able to spare aid.
P96 the Cardassian First Fleet is protecting borders from Dominion infiltration. Third Fleet is several days distant from Darane. Second Fleet is monitoring events on the Klingon frontier. Home fleet needed at home. 
P258 Cardassian Gul Gavron aboard the heavy cruiser Charak quotes Klingon proverb It is a good day to die, just before he impacts the Hive ship.
  Invasion! Time's Enemy by L.A. Graf 
P4 Rear Admiral Judith Hayman, she and Curzon got to know each other on Vulcan during the Klingon peace negotiations several years ago. Curzon told her much about Sisko, but they never met while Curzon alive.
Eddington on DS 9.
P99 Sisko to Jadzia - I haven't seen you eat just one bowl oof chfera stew since we signed the treaty with the Klingons.
Two Vulcans waited at the food replicator for their raktajino cups to stop bubbling in the chamber.
Jadzia orders a cup of hot raktajino
Bashir - I wouldn't care if she was a member of the Obsidian Order, if that raktajino she's holding is for me.
Jadzia - Of course it's for you. You know I don't like mine flavored with hazelnut. Dax handed him the steaming cup.
P227 if the aliens bring all their kind to our quadrant, the combined forces of the Fed, the Klingons, the Cardassians and the Romulans will not be able to withstand the invasion.
P294 Curzon believed in the power of positive thinking.
P316 Dax identified herself first in Vulcan, then in Ferengi, then in Klingon.
Dax of Starfleet! It was a distant thunder of Klingon voices, their accent the archaic growl of a previous millennium but their lust for battle undimished by their time inside the group mind. Dax felt the power of their joining roll through her like the shock wave of an earthquake. Dax of Starfleet, wherever that kingdom is, you speak our language. We hold the territory near where the fires of hell burn brightest. Share with us your battle plans. 
Jadzia added in perfect archaic Klingon – Lords and officers of Qu’onos, you are best suited to wage this battle. Can you conquer the territory that’s being added to the enemy’s kingdom?
The assault has already begun, a Klingon voice growled in reply. 
We have wrested the main roads from the enemy’s control, and stopped their advance, Reported a distant member of the Klingon network. Where shall we link the newly acquired land? It does not seem to speak our language.
Then let all of us combined bend this one quickly to our will, a Klingon voice growled.
P330 Bashir picked up the steaming mug of raktajino he’d left across the room.
a phalanx of Klingon warriors were stuck in the viroids.
Initiations
B’Elanna examines wreckage of Chakotay’s shuttle
  Invasion! The Final Fury by Dafydd ab Hugh
P6 Torres’s vaunted Klingon half did not prevent her from being as spacesick as the rest of the crew.
Nothing will help, said the half-Klingon engineer, letting her pessimistic human side take over. I wish I were back in a nice safe Maquis ship without all this weird bioneural circuitry.
P14 her rational human side arguing with the warrior mentality of her Klingon side. B’E’s Klingon half would never allow her to admit her insecurity, she would not be able to turn to anyone, not Harry, not Chakotay. Chakotay had known B’E for a long time. Patronizing was definitely the wrong approach with her.
P30 Roman Candle - old Maquis trip Chakotay had done many times; blow impulse power, spray a contrail all over the system, pursuers would miss small ship in the fireworks
P73 B’E feels herself unnecessary on Voyager, a third engine pod, a white elephant
B’E paced back and forth, absently rubbing her Klingon brow ridge, an unconscious habit of discomfort. She noticed and stopped herself. She flushed, an alien reaction for a Klingon, it came purely from her human half. 
Say something, for Kahless’s sake!
Former Maquis – Dalby, Chell, Jarron, Henley. Dalby former Maquis helmsman, normally irrepressible motormouth.
P109 B’E’s Klingon side suddenly seemed to assume control, disgusted at the human side’s indecisiveness. She snarled Klingon-style
P147 B’E had to wonder if she would understand it, if she had stuck it out at the Academy. She smiled, pure Maquis satisfaction. B’E knows of Professor Edvard Bela, who lived on a colony now at the core of Maquis resistance to the Cardassian-inspired treaty, thought that if Bela-energy were forced into a circular path, it would created a subspace tunnel of such intensity that it would explode along its only available expansion points, forward and back. Building a wormhole
P154 if the Furies projected their terrors at Lt. Torres, she would fall obediently and give them anything, even her Klingon honor, to make them stop. It was purely biological.
Centuries, the thought frightened her human half and awed her Klingon side.
The Klingon forced out the information deduced by the human.
If we pack them like Klingon fish
P162 Paris remembered Maquis friends he had seen killed in his first and only raid
B’E snarled. She’s in full Klingon mode, Janeway thought. B’E’s anger came from her human engineer side, not her Klingon warrior side!
B’E – it’s more likely to be another Narendra III.
P182 Tuvok did a great job of dissembling to Chakotay when Chakotay was a Maquis and Tuvok was a Fed spy.
B’E familiar with Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland
Kahless the Unforgettable! Muttered B’Elanna Torres. Janeway was surprised, she almost never uses Klingon expressions.
P192 B’E mustered what little grace Klingon genetics and Maquis society had left her to utter a stiff Good Morning.
P200 B’E hunched over the phaser array and focused every erg of conscious will on aiming her shots by a combination of spatial visualization and Klingon ‘Zen.’
If Torres were not half Klingon she would be a smear of guava jelly after some of Redbay’s flight maneuvers
Torres forced her eyes to remain open; whatever happened, she swore she would stand before the great judge proudly, like a Klingon warrior, and never cringe.
The first inkling B’E had that anything was amiss was the overpowering and rather horrifying certainty that she was about to start crying. The last time the Klingon had wept was when she was three years old. Her mother’s explosive reaction convinced her that it was not the Klingon way. A Klingon crying! Like a baby! Affected by the Furies terror-projection beam, she had disgraced her new Starfleet, her old Maquis, herself, and her race. 
At once, Klingon pride and Maquis stubbornness stiffened B’E’s posture and human rationality asserted control. She suppressed her raging Klingon side, raging at herself and accepted what she could not change. The Maquis were more tolerant of childish behavior
Klingon fury seizing control while the human half sat back in amazement at her futile repetitive folly. She was whining, human side giving vent to the frustration of the Klingon.
P220 gaps wider than Hero’s Gulch on the Klingon Homeworld
B’E  aware of Kubla Khan’s Xanadu.
Torres had never before felt any twinges of acrophobia
She tried to summon up the Klingon warrior within, the one who would rejoice to die killing her enemies. Torres had spent so many years brutally suppressing her Klingon side that now she was unable to readily call upon it when needed.
B’E – if I get thought this I hereby resolve never to suppress my Klingon side again.
P236 like a homicidal Klingon just before going on a rampage with a bat’leth
P246 Klingons value athletic ability
She could close her eyes, offer a last prayer for an honorable death to Kahless the Eternal. She would finally get to see if she was human or Klingon in the end.
P263 a Klingon did not leave fellow warriors behind. Killing enemies in battle, that was acceptable, even heroic!
As darkness closed around B’E she heard and felt the distant impact of a Klingon warhammer against her entire body.
B’E bit the hand hard enough to sever his thumb
Either I’m flying off the handle because I’m an angry young Klingon or I survive a supernova because I have a tough Klingon hide. Can’t I ever just be ME? She was who she was, and part of who she was was a bumpy headed, thick-skinned, warrior-hearted Klingon. She could no longer deny it. It had saved her life.
Starfleet Academy Military History 120 or 140 covers Kirk’s Fury mission
Projections
Alternate B'Elanna
  Legends of the Ferengi by Quark
page 6    DaiMon Grekos' father feared Greko had some Klingon blood as he was so fierce, aggressive, and physically fearless as a lobeling. Very un-Ferengi like. Greko went on to buy warp drive technology from the Breen at a substantial discount. So this means Ferengi were aware of Klingons prior to their expansion into space
page 17    Ferengi will hang out with Klingons - but only for money 
page 32    one of the most famous Ferengi insults  - You have the business sense of a human. And the body odor of a Klingon.
page 41    Rule 41 was formulated before Ferengi met Klingons, before replicators too 
page 49    Klingons tell horror stories featuring Keeper of the Dishonored Dead to their children to teach about the dangers of real life
page 58    Full impact Klingon Exercise Holoprogram available at Quark's, DS9 
page 67    Ferengi comedian Gormie Gormatop was famous for his character Klang the Incontinent Klingon and his famous tag line I will kill you where you stand! But first I must visit waste extraction!
page 82    Ferengi pit their Marauder Mo action figures against Klingons 
page 84    Ferengi refer to Klingons as smelly psychopaths 
page 91    Ferengi refer to Klingons as blood thirsty barbarians who jump at a chance to start a fight.
page 120    Business with a Klingon invariably involves a minor misunderstanding or two along the way
page 121    Kalaw, son of Lorka, Kalaw's Klingon Kitchen, Promenade Level 1, Section D, DS9. Kalaw lost a jeweled Klingon dagger in Quark's while drinking. Unconscious for about two hours. Morn carried him home. He used the knife to cut gagh. Jewels estimated at a dozen strips of latinum. Quark passes knife to cousin Stol on Ferenginar.
page 121    Rule 192 - Never cheat a Klingon . . . Unless you can get away with it.
  Saratoga by Michael Jan Friedman 
P7 Sisko drinking raktajino, an iced-coffee type drink, in Quark's
P10 Sisko - I'm not looking forward to it, I'd rather be dipped in Klingon hot sauce.
Jadzia - Actually, I'm quite partial to Klingon hot sauce. Being dipped in it doesn't sound half-bad.
Dr. Miriam Laffer, formerly of the Saratoga, hadn't always gotten along with Curzon. Curzon the fun-loving sort, Laffer anything but.
Lt. Zar, Bolian, formerly of the Saratoga, could never beat Curzon at dom-jot.
P26 odd behavior, one would think these people had been torturing Klein with Klingon painstiks
P34 USS Gorkon, Aidan Thorn, security chief
P55 the Menas Baari were the scourge of the Sector, amoral beings. Bashir has also treated Klingons.
P165 Sisko had snuck up on Curzon once, during a tough, demanding training drill, an absolutely mandatory experience at the time for anyone who expected to be dealing with the Klingons. Curzon was hung over at the time, so was Sisko.
P229 the microorganisms that secrete valuable corlandium are particular about the hosts where they live, partial to humans, Bolians, Klingons, several other races.
Elogium
B’Elanna enlightens Janeway on the targ scoop – Klingons put device on front of ground assault vehicles, they emit a high frequency tone that disperses targ herds in their path.
  Wrath of the Prophets by David, Friedman & Greenberger
Notorious Maquis renegade Ro Laren comes to Bajor to help Kira and Varis Sul deal with alien plague.
P69 Sisko never ordered wine. He always had a raktajino.
P109 the Orions don’t make money by turning people away. They’d welcome a Klingon targ if they thought he’d brought some latinium.
P123 Sisko had dined with Klingons on more than one occasion. After Rokeg bloodpie, Orion wing slugs didn’t seem quite so bad.
P150 warrior-caste Skelarian, thick torso and protuberant eyeballs. The Denebian looked like a mass of angles, with black leathery skin, large hands and feet.
P208 Lela Dax, first host, husband Nareeya, eldest daughter Milayn. Milayn died age 12 on Andevian II, where Lela was teaching, from disease. Lela was blamed with bringing disease to Andevian II, sent home, planet closed itself to outside contact. Jadzia remembers herbal cure for plague. 
Non Sequitur
no Klingon content
The Way of the Warrior
Novelization by Diane Carey
Cestus III, the other side of the Fed, is 8 weeks away at maximum warp
17the Klingon cruiser had just come out of cloak here, very close to the station, without announcing its approach. Why would it be cloaked in allied space?
In his mind he enjoyed what the Starfleet controllers were seeing right now. They might be allies for this moment, but the Klingons still had their fangs. Not long ago such a scene would have meant the deaths of all Starfleeters who saw it.
The new Klingon flagship, the Neg’Var, just decloaked off DS 9. 
There’s a General Martok on board asking to speak to Sisko
I bring you greetings from your allies in the Klingon Empire.
It has been a long journey, my men require shore leave
Upon receiving permission to come aboard, Martok speaks Klingon and punches off the transmission. A whole fleet of ships decloaks. At least 14 vessels in the immediate vicinity. A full Klingon task force rippling out of cloak. The scene was imposing and unprecedented. For years, how many? No Klingon fleet of that size had been assembled, at least none that Starfleet had any knowledge about, and Starfleet was not ignorant. 
The Klingons will be met at the docking ring by Security, with whom they can check their energy weapons.
It’s one of those little thorns in the bush called alliance. I don’t want the Klingons to realize we’re on alert status. They’ll take that as an affront. Hell no, I don’t trust them. I’ll trust them the minute they explain why they’re roaming my sector with a full task force. 
Dax – You won’t trust them then.
Curzon the clever and ancient trickster.
All around them were tables full of Klingons, stone-faced and huddled. This pretending to not notice the Klingons’ deliberate act natural poker faces was not easy. The Klingons would think their act was fooling somebody.
Male and female Klingons just stand around at Quarks – the ambient noise level is less than 30 decibels. Average is 65. with Klingons in the room it can go as high as 85. its too quiet, according to Quark. Have you ever met a quiet Klingon before?
Look how they’re watching the room, its like they’re picking out targets.
Quark tries to inform O’Brien and Bashir that the Klingons are up to something.
Bashir counters that the Klingons are our allies
Quark – they may be your allies, but they’re not mine. 
General Martok came alone, no bodyguards, no escorts. Was he so lacking in trust, even of his own men? The massive armored Klingon looked slowly left, right, and even glanced at the ceiling. His every movement was one of reined suspense. This wasn’t a man on shore leave. Could it be that Martok was ordinarily the suspicious type? Some Klingons were. Nor did he miss Martok’s subtle bumping of the chairs as he made his way toward Sisko and Kira.  After putting a hard heel to the carpet he looked up at the two of them. 
Martok takes his gloves off and pulls out a d’k tahg from right hip to do blood test for changelings
He bleeds red from a straight gash to left palm
What I think doesn’t matter. The blood will tell.
Thistle-colored beads of Martok’s blood
Martok puts his fingers on blood to make sure
Relief clearly washed over him that otherwise a Klingon would tend to hide. He sat down and visibly let the tension go
Martok slumped in his chair like a perverted Santa Claus, waiting to hold children and bite their heads off
Sisko staring at one of the rarest sights he’d ever seen, a frightened Klingon. 
The Klingons, if Martok spoke for all of them and hadn’t today become a renegade, wanted to stand fast against the Dominion any way they could.
We have been sent here to fight along side our Federation allies against the Dominion. The Klingon High Council thinks it is necessary. The Dominion, which has been quiet, will come, and when they do we will be ready for them.
In the holosuite all Kira can do is sit and worry about Klingons.
From what Jadzia hears, they’re not going anywhere. 
Get me Commander Kaybok, he said to the bridge officer in front of him. His private screen flickered
Kaybok, his fleet commander
Kaybok, let these be your standing orders. No ships may leave this area, but especially the ship that just pulled in, the Xhosa. If there will be a leak, it will be there. 
For the first time, we cannot be sure who our enemies are. This is unlike any enemy we have ever fought
His ship’s space master, Drex.
The longer we keep these people in darkness, the more our advantage will be. I want them to know what they have at their door, but not be able to count.
I understand, General
Well that you do.
Drex – I am your second-in-command. You should tell me.
Martok said roughly – Only the commanders know everything. I want you to find out what kind of weapons are on this station. I will give you names, the pressure you put on them is your choice. You must work quietly. 
With a temperate nod, Drex briefly flared at the idea of putting pressure on somebody, then he drew back as if realizing what had been ordered. Are we now spying on our allies?
Martok – Very carefully. After all, how many die not from frontal assault, but by a stab in the back while fighting? I want to find out how long Sisko’s blade is.
Drex and friend accost Morn – just what does he do on the station?
One of the Klingons, a warrior with a bitter face, glowered at him and spat a hate-dripping phrase in Klingon. Or was it only that every phrase in Klingon sounded like an insult?
Garak understands Drex’s insult about Odo’s mother. Something about Odo’s mother not letting him speak to men. 
The Klingons swung back, basted with shock at a Cardassian who knew their language.
The Klingons held back. Odo found that unlikely and took it as a clue. These types would have been happy to start a fight just for the distraction. Why not? Orders? Why would they be given such orders? Klingon commanders generally didn’t care about fallout from the actions of their men. 
Odo didn’t know Garak spoke Klingon. Garak says its surprising what you pick up when you’re doing alterations
I don’t take orders from shapeshifters, or their Cardassian lapdogs
As long as you wear that Bajoran uniform, we’re allies. Make sure you never take it off
Two rather wide-framed Klingons. one with long mustache.
Drex, second officer of Negh’Var
Fool! The other one snapped in Klingon. You tell him your name?
The Klingon language was particularly unmusical and it had been a long time since Garak had used it. these two would last about four minutes in the intelligence service, so quick were they to believe that only Klingons had the muscles or the armor or honorability or whatever it took to speak Klingon. 
He is nothing, Drex told his friend, his mate, his excuse for a compatriot. Whatever they were to each other. Was there a word for that?
34 Shut up, Ruktah. Any changes in this station’s armaments in the past months will be new in that computer.
Ruktah – If he smiles at me one more time I’ll strangle him and his mother!
Garak watched as they snarled at each other. Klingons were so easy. They huff and puff and rush in where they’re not wanted, but I don’t mind them.
Drex inhaled and drew back a hand to throttle him with, but Ruktah grabbed him by the wrist guard.
Ruktah – Martok gave us more sources than this boiled Cardassian noodle.
Lips quivering with fury, Drex managed to control himself. Garak pondered as the smell of them began to dissipate.
How damned predictable they were. Probably taught at the age of three, it’s part of being a Klingon, bet up a lot of people and always do the most predictable thing. Humiliate them, and they will follow you anywhere. 
Drex flexed his gloved fists, the gloves were studded.
Garak – I’m relatively sure my mother can take you.
Drex bellowed – Swine! And laid into Garak’s ribs with punishing efficiency. 
Being typical Klingons, they would figure that if he gave it to them, it wasn’t worth anything.
Ruktah hoisted Garak a foot in the air, then threw him like a ball into the bulkhead. Ruktah kicked him in the legs with those big hard-toed boots.
Can I kill this one now?
Better he lie in his own drool than have a good death. His foul Cardassian mouth tells no truths. Better leave him alive to confuse them
I hate you, Ruktah gnashed, and spit on Drex
And I hate you, Drex said. So what? Let’s go.
Drex and three friends beat up Garak in his shop. Break 7 of his transverse ribs and fractured clavicle. but Garak got off several cutting remarks that seriously damage their egos. That damage will last their lifetimes. Garak paused for a moment’s enjoyment of Klingon psychological thinness.
Garak doesn’t press charges
Garak doesn’t understand the hostility towards him as a Cardassian. The Klingons don’t know Odo very well, so apprehension of changelings is explainable. But the Klingons and Cardassians have never been anything but amicable.
Except for the Betreka Nebula Incident, a minor skirmish, that lasted 18 years,
Ages ago. The Cardassians were bombastic, hungry for power, the Klingons, irate and greedy. So far, because each was timid to face down the Federation, conditions between them had remained stable.
The Klingons keep cloaking and uncloaking, so unable to get accurate count, at least 20 warships
53 Martok reached out to Drex as his second plowed back onto the bridge of the Negh’Var. Martok put the computer cartridge into their engineering computer access port and battled with it to override the Fed codes.
Drex has heard DS 9 used photon shadows before.
Martok nodded and continued murmuring as the schematics rolled before them
The general sat back in the engineer’s chair and sighed a great sigh. So, this station is still almost as toothless as when the Cardassians had it. 
Martok noticed that his second in command was plied with relief that his information had turned out useful. 
Martok – that station was never meant to defend itself. When the Cardassians had it, they kept it surrounded with ships that handled its defense. 
Martok reached out and patted the computer screen like a pet.
General, his helm officer interrupted, pardon this.
Contact Commander Kaybok on the outer perimeter of the fleet, scrambled frequency
Kaybok, your parade is beginning. Aren’t you watching?
Kasidy calls in, under attack. Klingon bird-of-prey In’Cha, Commander Kaybok, has tractor beam, communications block. First mate Wayne Sheppard. Luis. Cindy. B.J.
Kaybok knew his way around pursuing and stopping other vessels. It was his best thing. He had come up through the ranks as a border-patrol guard and there was still the hunter in him. A freighter could not even in its dreams hope to outrun a bird-of-Prey. He was tempted to reduce speed, just to elongate the chase. But how would that look in his command log? Better to show that he took the freighter quickly.
Kaybok – Keep forcing them to turn until they go in circles
His second nodded, then passed the order of specific maneuvers to their helm officer. They’re reducing speed, his science officer reported from over his left shoulder. 
Kaybok glanced at his second – Scramble Xhosa’s signal to Starfleet
Attempting
Kaybok was willing to wait. He could smash her engines now, or ten minutes from now. Either way there would be cooperation.
12 men, three quarters of Kaybok’s crew
Onnak, Kaybok’s second
A few well-placed glowers from Kaybok put him down. 
Kasidy – Klingons are cocky. They don’t put safeties on their equipment.
They have orders to search all ships leaving DS 9 – scan each ship, search cargo, passengers subject to genetic testing, on the authority of Gowron and the Klingon High Council
The Klingon High Council has no jurisdiction over ships in Bajoran space. An hour out of DS 9 at warp 2.5
We assumed you would welcome our assistance
His fingers clawed into the cushioning rubber of the helm console’s edge.  He gritted his teeth. His brain screamed. Silence enfolded them, all but the subtle whirr of systems on his bridge and the faint dimming of lights as the ship went into high effort to choke back its transporter beam. 
12 members of Kaybok’s crew suffocated in space when Kasidy took Xhosa to warp
The In’Cha increases power of tractor beam holding Xhosa
A demonic Bird-of-Prey hung over Kasidy’s bulky freighter, not alongside but with its forward weapons arrays pointed right at the ship in unconcealed threat.
Sisko fires warning shot 200 meters off the In’Cha’s starboard bow.
Commander Kaybok calls Sisko.  A particularly unattractive Klingon, Kirk was right about that. Kaybok of the M’Char. What is it you want? Kaybok stared splinters at them over the screen. He looked about ready to blow his brow ridge off. Twisting to one of his officers, he growled something in Klingon about the tractor beam 
This is outrageous! We are your allies! . Gowron will hear of this
Kaybok issues order to his right and tractor beam off, ship wheels off left
The Klingon ship tipped its wing and bore off. Soon they were at high speed. 
Sisko doubts the Klingons will give Kasidy any more trouble
Kira – Nothing in this galaxy can make me trust them. I’ve never trusted them. Alliance is just a convenient word to get them whatever they wanted. They’re just Cardassians in sheep’s clothing when they talk peace. They refuse to give any identification when they come on and off the station.  They also refuse to wear comm. Badges. They all look the same to me.
There were Klingons everywhere, not behaving as if they belonged or wanted to be here, but not providing any reason for Sisko to pitch them off.
The gasp of his bridge’s turbolift doors opening.
The light from inside the lift was almost blocked off by the mass of Martok and six other fleet commanders as the group spewed out of the small space.
Kaybok, Martok began. Such a tone. The fleet commanders spread across Kaybok’s bridge. No charity there. 
His hands icy at his sides. His feet were cold too. 
Sisko came in his battle barge. 
Almost hesitating again, Kaybok realized his hesitation itself was a grave error.
Martok was a ball of rage – Execute him.
The most senior fleet commander came forward and plucked from Kaybok’s belt his family’s ceremonial dagger. 
Kaybok held out a hand – General!
Martok swung about – Do not beg!
A hard force struck him in the middle of his back. Paghal, fleet commander, he and Kaybok had served together in their first ship. They had been scarcely children, so eager to see space, to venture together and come back with stories and songs. 
Martok to Gowron – Things are falling apart here, Chancellor. It is my recommendation that we dispense with DS 9 and get on with our plans. And for any who stand in our path, let us kick them out of the way. 
Gowron’s hawklike blue eyes bore back at him, frosted by the interference caused by the scramble sequence of their communication system. 
Gowron – you are moving too fast, General. We have information to gather before you strike. You are quick to shoot, Martok. There are other considerations. 
Martok – I have considered them. I’ve found no advantage in coddling Starfleet. If they fight, then they fight. We have bigger enemies. 
Gowron once had been as quick to wrestle as Martok felt now, but being chancellor had put forbearance in the other warrior’s ways, and now, as war came upon them again, those ways were causing hesitations where there should be none. 
Martok – Sisko will figure out what we are doing and bring Starfleet. I say we accept that. Let me take the station. The Founders will want to take it, and I want to take it first. If the Dominion is to be stopped it will be stopped here. DS 9 should be a Klingon station!
Gowron – They are still our allies. I remind you, Martok, this is not just plunder for a handful of us. This is survival for all of us. 
Martok – Chancellor, accept the facts. When Sisko finds out what we’re doing, the treaty will be over. 
True regret showed in Gowron’s eyes – Very well, I will confer with the Council. Promise your fleet commanders that they will have a chance to defend against the coming enemy. For now, Starfleet has not betrayed us. We will not move against them until they do. 
After altercation, Klingon task force withdraws just outside Bajoran territory. If they decide to continue searching ships in unclaimed space, they’re nothing DS 9 can do. Unless they stop a Fed or Bajoran vessel, which they haven’t.
Martok comes to see Sisko. Martok strode in with the posture of purpose stiffening his tall frame, slams open d’k tahg on Sisko’s desk, hisses Klingon word, Sohk-vad! He swung around with such panache that his body armor jangled, and out he went. Jadzia – The knife is Commander Kaybok’s. family crest. Martok is letting Sisko know Kaybok is dead. Martok probably had him executed for disobeying orders. The longer the Klingons are here, the worse things are going to get. 
Sisko – Curzon told me once, that in the long run, the only people who can really handle the Klingons are Klingons. Get me Starfleet Command.
84 Worf thinks – I am a Klingon. Such thoughts of ship loyalty, this is a human thing, yet I feel it. I’m glad I feel it. 
a cleric strode toward him, wearing the simple gathered robes of Boreth Monastery. 
On promontory, Benches above wide open arena, two dozen men grabbled and jousted in hand-to-hand combat exercises. The day’s exercises weren’t particularly fierce, but in the past hour there had been some blood drawn. Klingons of Worf’s age grunting and grappling in bunches of threes and fours. Yesterday it had been twos and threes. Tomorrow, fours and fives. Next week the winners of the playoffs going one to one. 
This is my Silent Hour. 
Two choices, Silent Hour or grapple.
Master Lourn - You sound hostile. Why don’t you say the truth of why you do not go down?
Worf – a child with a hand phaser could defeat the whole arena. How often does such battle come up? There is more to life than this. this is not even how battle really is anymore. This is nothing but sport.
Lourn – Battle will come more in your life. If it does not find you, you will go out and find it. this is our nature. 
Worf bristled – Are you saying Klingons will go out into the galaxy and cause a conflict if none comes?
Lourn – It is our nature.
Worf with a rough grunt – We should rise above such nature.
Lourn – That is your human upbringing talking
Worf – At this monastery you teach that conflict is inevitable, that rejecting it is rejecting reality, that species survive by being good at conflict. planets orbit stars and intelligent beings will always conflict. but I have seen otherwise. Starfleet has shown me other wisdom.
Lourn made a sound that may have been a laugh – How many times in Starfleet have you known it was time to strike a blow, and you were held back?
Worf had heard this 10 times from Lourn just this week. He didn’t know the words to vocalize what the Fed wanted for the galaxy, yet he had seen it and he wanted it too. 
Lourn – You’re not alive because of wisdom, Worf. You’re alive because of luck. Starfleet is made up of timid pacifists afraid to take a stand. Sooner or later they will hesitate to strike enough times that they will be destroyed.
Worf felt his shoulders tremble with the effort of philosophical argument. He wasn’t good at this – The Fed will stand its ground. I have seen them many times say This is the line. Do not cross.
Lourn – Yet you don’t understand where the line is. You don’t know why they draw that line. You may never understand their line. You were raised by humans and of course assumed some of their ways. You must cast aside the things your adoptive parents and their people were wrong about, that which is not you. You’re having problems here because you’re denying that you are Klingon. 
Driven to fury by confusion, by his inability to verbalize what he believed, Worf spun around with his fist balled, aiming for the sound of Lourn’s voice, planning to land a blow on that which he could not power down with words. But Lourn had moved back just far enough. 
Lourn – You see? You’re a Klingon and I knew it. I knew what you would do. That blow you just missed is your true nature. By losing this argument you have learned that you can’t defend Starfleet because you don’t understand it. you can’t be human. Humans see things differently and that’s why you don’t know where they draw their lines. It’s time for you to accept that and become fully Klingon. Worf, you are in the wrong place. 
Worf wasn’t angry at Lourn, the cleric was doing his job. Sifting Worf’s identity and searching for clarity. 
Was that what it meant to be Klingon? To deny facts? 
Brother Klasq. Comm disk in the clerk’s hand
A communiqué has come from Starfleet Command.
Silent Hour came twice a day, every day, rain, shine, hunger, storm, boredom, nothing could stop it. 
After all, there was no point in breaking bones.
90 it felt good to wear his Starfleet uniform again. too long had he lumbered about the monastery, discussing vagaries of life without pursuing life itself. Now it came to get him and he was glad for that. 
Worf arrives, O’Brien greets him. Goes to see Sisko. Enterprise uniform, sash, hair wrapped in ponytail.
Worf – As all commanders, he understood why he must lose his ship. The civilization on Veridian Four was saved because the ship was sacrificed. Every captain wishes such an end for his vessel. We are Starfleet officers. We take things. 
O’Brien either understood what Worf meant or understood that he didn’t want to be the courier of other people’s feelings. It felt good to talk to O’Brien, to walk beside him. 
A hungry task, a lengthy purpose with a horizon
Ferengi didn’t like Klingons, but didn’t usually try anything physical
Sisko asked Starfleet Command to find Worf, to deal with other Klingons. some of the force has moved off, but there are still a bundle of ‘em here. They’re the hardened ones, left over after all the weaker ones have been killed or couldn’t take the pressure of deep space. You’re to deal with them.
Worf – Do not worry, Chief. They will relate to me.
O’Brien – The Klingons haven’t even been acting like, you’ll pardon this, but, Klingons.
Worf- Yes, I saw all the ships. I am certain something is under way. After all, stealth is not the Klingons’ greatest talent. 
O’Brien – If you do have to rough it up any, you can do us a favor. You can start with a joker named Drex. They took Garak four to one.
Worf – Four to one is dishonorable. Unless the one is me.
The Enterprise had been a warrior, her death was appropriate.
Lt. Commander Worf reporting for duty, sir.
Sisko understands Worf has been on extended leave since Enterprise crash. 
Worf has been visiting the Klingon monastery on Borath. I found my discussions with the clerics most enlightening. 
Sisko – Forgive me for pulling you away from your studies, but I doubt that this assignment will take very long.
Worf, perhaps the time on Boreth had made him less guarded, for he spoke openly to a man he hardly knew – My leave was almost over. I am considering resigning my commission. I have spent most of my life among humans, it has not always been easy for me. and since the destruction of the Enterprise it has become even more difficult. I am no longer sure I belong in this uniform. Until I make my decision, I intend to do my duty.
Sisko provided Worf with situation report. Worf thought the picture was ugly, but clear.  Sisko had requested Worf’s assistance, but hadn’t been able to specify any more than a need for a presence with Starfleet authority that the Klingons would instinctively respect, or at least to which they would pay attention. Sisko can’t help but feel that General Martok isn’t telling the whole truth about Klingon task force. Too many unanswered questions. 
Worf – then I will find you some answers. 
Sisko – I once thought about resigning, if I had I would have regretted it. Don’t make any quick decisions.
Worf – I will keep that in mind.
99 Worf goes to Garak’s. Drex would be seen as the pawn of a Cardassian spy and would be humiliated. Garak wondered what the Klingons would do to Drex, skin peeling, tongue pinning. The evolutionarily deprived. 
I am Lt. Commander Worf, Starfleet Security. I’m here to investigate the assault upon you by Klingon nationals visiting this station. I’ve come to monitor the actions of Klingons.
Garak – Can I offer you a quick cup of strained gagh?
Worf – Coffee, cream and sugar
Garak – You don’t want any small animals in the coffee, mice, insects?
Didn’t this one know a proper insult when he heard one? such a voice. The crude among us. Garak waited for the wind tunnel of angry roaring.
I am attempting to narrow down the reasons an organized team of Klingons would target you. Drex and his troops obviously did not assault you frivolously. You know something, yet you fail to help us understands what the Klingon Empire is planning. I do not know you, yet already I do not respect you. Silence is also a betrayal.
Here was one who wasn’t acting at all like a Klingon. In spite of his contempt, there was no blustering or fang-showing. How odd and how stimulating to be beaten by a Klingon, without so much as a slap. 
Worf goes to Quark’s. in the darker corners were Klingons, as aware of him as he was of them. He wore his Starfleet uniform with his Klingon bandoleer. 
Quark – Let me guess, Klingon blood wine.
Worf – Prune juice, chilled.
Quark laughs, but Worf’s look silences him and sends him scurrying.
O’Brien calls Worf over to dart board. Introduces Bashir.
Worf – I do not play games. Worf tried to sound apologetic but it didn’t come out right. He could never get that conciliatory tone just right.
O’Brien – It’s like poker, but with pointed tips. target practice.
Worf had been raised by humans and knew perfectly well what darts were. Worf cast O’Brien a scolding glower. He held the dart like a throwing dagger. Worf takes a throw, very hard, pretty good.
Jadzia and Kira come down in Camelot outfits. Kira, as Genevieve. 
The Trill smiled, a stunning change.
Worf – [to Kira] Nice hat. [to Jadzia] You used to be Curzon Dax. Curzon’s name is an honored one among my people. 
Jadzia spouts Klingonese – Yes, but I’m a lot better looking than he was.
Worf, struck with unease at this Dax’s lack of respect for the previous host – I suppose so.
Jadzia tells Kira what she said loses something in the translation.
Drex and two of his companions had just lumbered into the bar. O’Brien had pointed him out to Worf when they passed him on the way to Worf’s quarters.
Drex is at the bar pounding for bloodwine, and hurry. With four others. This blood wine is cold! Get me another one. He tosses the mug.
Worf goes over – You are Drex, son of Martok. 
Drex turns – That’s right.
Worf – I am Worf, son of Mogh. Backhanded right fist across Drex’s face.
Drex smiles, pulls d’k tahg, Worf battles unarmed, throws Drex over shoulder flat on back on floor. Worf picks blade from his right hand. Worf spun around instantly, knowing what was coming toward him, all the other Klingons in the bar. Bars teeth at Drex’s older friend who gathers round. He saw in their faces that they were shocked, unsure how to react, and they know what he had just done. They backed away from his harsh glare. He had drawn the line.
Jadzia and others watch altercation – He’s good.
O’Brien – What did I tell you?
In quarters Worf unpacks his duffel bag, mek’leth, photo of himself and Alexander in silver frame. Items of off duty clothing. Doubting his decision to leave Alexander on earth after the destruction of their only mutual home.
Klingon predictability, the rule of mass habit.
Martok, the massive Klingon who came in was boiling with anger  – I have come for my son’s d’k tahg. Give it to me or I will take it from you. Holds out hand.
Worf – Now that you are here, I have no further need of it. Worf takes d’k tahg from back. Hands it over.
Martok, this was worse to him than having to fight for it – You rob my son of his honor just to get my attention?! 
Worf – You cannot take away what someone does not have. 
Martok, gravely offended, lowered his chin and stared out from under his brow ridge – You’re saying my son is without honor?
Worf – I’m saying your son is a coward and a liar.
Martok – and what of his father?
Worf – That remains to be seen.
Martok, thoroughly baffled – Tell me, what have I done to earn your disrespect?
Worf – the misdeeds your troops have committed speak for themselves. Attacking a Cardassian tailor, detaining and searching ships in neutral space without warning or provocation. And you, executing one of your commanders because he refused to fire on a Federation ship. 
Martok – Whatever we have done is in the best interest of the Alpha Quadrant.
Worf – You must think me a fool to make your lies so transparent.
Martok holds himself in with difficulty, Worf let the strong statement fester – I do not wish to quarrel with you, Worf.
Worf – Nor I with you. The House of Martok is an honored one. With a proud tradition. But I must know why you are here.
Martok – I am here under the authority of Gowron himself. I am carrying out his orders. That should be all the explanation a Klingon warrior needs.
Worf – You forget. I am not only a Klingon warrior. I am a Starfleet officer, and Starfleet deserves an explanation. 
Martok – They will get one. Soon enough. Until then, know this, my mission will determine the fate of the Klingon Empire. Interfere and you risk destroying us all. 
115 they who have fierce enemies invent fierce legends.
Worf runs Skelator exercise program, an ogre out of the cruelest story of defeat,  ogre’s raw throat and poison breath, battles with mek’leth. Quark’s holosuites give the customer what he actually wanted, the tame beasts on the Enterprise had known better. Jadzia comes in. 
Jadzia – You shouldn’t drop your left arm like that.
Worf – I do not remember asking you for advice. 
Worf bests Skeletor. inspired now that he had an audience, Worf launched into a torrent of dodges and hits. 
Worf found the program adequate. He was surprised to find a Klingon exercise program on the holosuite. 
Jadzia – It’s mine.
Worf – You mean it was Curzon’s
Jadzia – No, I mean it’s mine. Computer, bat’leths. I thought you might be tired of fighting holograms.
Worf – It wouldn’t be a fair match
Jadzia smiles – I’ll go easy on you
Worf – Very well, defend yourself. Worf took up his own bat’leth and adjusted the balance in his hands. It was a good thing, this weapon. A good sensation, putting a strong weapon forward. In his years aboard the starship he had seen many adversaries in many forms, and had discovered, as he had tried to tell Lourn, that power of meat and fury had found its blunt limit in advancement of technology, experience, and intelligence, which could equalize anything and anyone. She was a girl, half his weight, half his age. Worf knew he could never have 8 – 10 lifetimes of experience. 
And Dax was no fool. She knew that Curzon had made many enemies. She had to be ready for the enemies of centuries.
Jadzia – I hope you’re not holding back because I’m a woman. If it’s easier, think of me as a man. I’ve been one, several times.
If they had been out to kill each other, she would’ve taken his head off from the back with that blow. Worf disarms Jadzia, trips her to the floor.
What did she mean? Every one of her sentences had something underneath. 
Worf – Martok was not forthcoming, and he is not the only one. I tried to contact Gowron, Emperor Kahless, even my brother who sits on the High Council. No one would speak with me. At first he had thought all these people were avoiding him because he was Starfleet, but suddenly he realized that highly placed Klingons felt unable to speak, there was something in that. 
Jadzia – You going about this the wrong way, with so many Klingons around there must be someone who owes your family a favor.
Worf thinks about this. Bloodwine, songs, and the tradition of recalling the victorious past, the butting of heads, the laughter was to hide the headache. 
Worf sings with elderly Huraga, his Klingon father’s warrior-companion. several bottles on table. Head butt at end of song.
And the blood was ankle deep
And the river Skral ran crimson red
On the day above all days
When Kahless slew evil Molor dead!
Huraga – Your father and I used to sing that song when you were just a small boy. Did I ever tell you how your father saved my family’s honor during our blood feud with the House of Duras?
Worf – Many times. Including twice this evening
Huraga – It is a good story.
Worf – And you tell it well.
Huraga – Your father was a great warrior, my family owes him everything we have. I wish there was some way I could repay him.
Every now and then, an opportunity dropped into person’s hand which was so obvious and so easy that only the dead would fail to notice. 
Worf – There is, tell me why the task force is here, the real reason, not the one Martok gave the Federation.
Huraga – The real reason? I suppose you have a right to know. You are a Klingon warrior and it would be wrong to keep you away from battle. And it’s going to be a glorious battle.
Age-glazed eyes. The old man was dreaming old dreams. He assumed that Worf, like himself, lived for battle and hungered for it, found his only identity there, and his only chance for honorable death. Perhaps Huraga hoped to fight again, long enough to die with a weapon in his hand. Some Klingons would start feuds just to die that way. Peace was hard on a warrior. Could the old man see Worf’s Klingon blood diluting? He would talk in his own time, draw the truth out until it tantalized.
Huraga – There are races in the galaxy, Worf, who are made to conflict with each other. It is their nature, our nature. And so are the Cardassians. Built and bred to battle. Big, mean, angry, possessive, strong, and they know it. I would rise up, shake out the weaklings who retreat in the face of challenge! I would pull the skulls from then necks of cowards who step back when the sword is at their necks! Fight, kick, bite! The old man rattled the ceiling with his shout. I spoke to Gowron himself and he told me the overthrow was puppeted by those slimy interferers from the Gamma Quadrant. Only the cloud of age. We’ve been at peace a long time. These young warriors, they don’t know what war really is. I’m old, I’ve seen it. I got a chance to live out my life in a time when we al pretended we did not wish to live it out. There’s a problem with dying with honor, you have to die to do it. they should send all us old soldiers to go and die! We’re ready! An army of the old, sick and diseased! And don’t forget the ugly women! We can do without them too! The Dominion is here, Worf, and you and all the other young warriors will be Klingon against them. 
Odo chat up brooding Worf, Worf hated the efficiency with which Odo had come up on him from behind – If you are looking to start a conversation look somewhere else. I would prefer to be left alone.
Odo – Whatever you’ve found out, Sisko should be the first to know.
Worf – You have been spying on me.
Odo – Since your arrival you’ve transmitted an average of 5 messages a day to the Klingon homeworld, none of which has gotten a response. Then, last night you met with a Klingon officer in your quarters. Since then you haven’t sent a single message, in fact you haven’t done anything to further your investigation. The security of this station is my business. Your behavior leads me to conclude either you’ve given up your investigation or you found something so disturbing that you’re hesitant to inform Captain Sisko. 
Worf looks angry, but restrains himself, Odo was reading him like a computer screen – I am not interested in your conclusions.
Odo – I just wanted to say I understand what you’re going through, I’ve also had to choose between duty and loyalty to my people. 
Worf – Yes, I have read your Starfleet security file.
Worf goes to Sisko. The Klingon came in, incongruous as ever with his Starfleet livery and that silver bandoleer of a warrior. His face was stone. Worf’s rugged face flushed plum-brown. – According to my source there has been an uprising on Cardassia, the central command has been overthrown, power transferred to civilian authorities. Gowron and the High Council believe the overthrow was engineered by the Dominion. No proof, but they are convinced that civilians could not have overthrown Central Command without help. 
Sisko – By attacking Cardassian they think they’re protecting the Alpha Quadrant from the Dominion.
The logic was faulty, full of holes, details sketchy and questionable.
Sisko calls for immediate meeting with Martok.
Sisko to pensive Worf – I know this hasn’t been an easy assignment for you.
Worf – It has not, but I knew this day would come again when I’d be forced to choose between the Federation and the Klingon Empire. 
Sisko – I don’t think there’s any need for you to be there when I meet with Martok.
Worf firmly – I would prefer to be there. I cannot avoid responsibility for what I have done today. Flag himself before Martok as the one who spilled the Klingons’ guts.
Martok sat lazily in the wardroom and accepted the challenge as Sisko faced him – I must compliment you on your intelligence network. One day you must tell me how you learned of our plans. [Pointed stare at Worf, sitting stiffly to Sisko’s right.] I think how is important. And so will Gowron. 
Sisko – General, I want you to call off this attack. 
Martok’s voice suddenly boomed – And what you do you propose we do instead? Standby and allow the Dominion to take over the Alpha Quad. The change in government is all the proof we need.
Worf – And what if you are wrong?
Martok – That would be unfortunate, for the Cardassians.
Sisko – Fed Council has made it clear they cannot support Klingon plan to attack Cardassia.
Martok incensed – Are you saying the Fed will sit back and do nothing while Klingon soldiers give their lives to protect Alpha Quadrant?!
Worf – Starfleet will not participate in an unprovoked invasion.
Martok  - Then the victory will be ours alone!
Sisko – The Fed Council has informed Gowron that if the attack goes forward it will jeopardize our treaty with the Klingon Empire.
Martok mellowed some and the smugness washed out of his face – Believe me, Captain, we have no wish to your people. Blunt-struck with facing down the Fed, as if it had never occurred to him that the Fed might stand by its most prickly principles and stand against them in favor of the Cardassians if necessary, Martok seemed to be actually considering Sisko’s demand. I will consult with Gowron. You will have his decision within the hour.
He pushed to his feet and headed for the exit, pausing for a dangerous glower at Worf. Glaring at his picture of villainy, Martok’s eyes dripped contempt and bitter lack of understanding that a Klingon could do what this Klingon had done. 
Worf was rare, Sisko knew, one of these ethnocentric types who actually didn’t buy into the gang mentality, yet who must constantly grapple with it. 
Sisko – You’re not one of them
Worf- But they ate part of me. It will be during the next days I must find out how big a part.
As soon as Martok beamed back to his ship he sent a message to the Klingon fleet, one word, In’cha. Begin. Klingons head 269 mark 032 from DS Nine straight to Cardassian Empire.
Fed Council tries to contact Gowron, no response so far. 
Worf – There are many Klingons who say we have been a peace for too long. That the Empire must expand in order to survive. Fear of Dominion has given my people the excuse to do what they were born to do; to fight and to conquer. Next target could be anyone, Federation, Bajor, control of wormhole. If my people return to the old ways, no one will be safe. 
Well over 100 ships just in first wave. Ground forces and ships Klingons have committed almost a third of their military. task force enter Cardassian space within the hour. 
Sisko was caught between a slothful Fed bureaucracy and the Klingons who weren’t being very good allies. 
143 This was as the universe should be, the strong, the mighty, the bold taking influence which by all right of nature was theirs. There would be a bloodbath first, but that too was nature at work. Wholesale butchery was very often the cost of proper balance. White and yellow bloom of disruption flocked from ship to ship and the fleet took the row of outposts here on the Cardassian border. 
Martok spoke, breaking the appreciative silence on his bridge – Status of the assault on these outposts?
Drex, his operations master – All ships reporting success. The outposts are taken.
Martok – I thought so, tell them to cease fire if possible and conserve their weapons capacity. Prepare to move on to the Cardassian colonies. 
Drex said with a slight flare – Very good. I’m enthused, sir. This will enflame our entire culture as nothing has in half my lifetime. 
The long sparse line of Klingon vessels, stretching far beyond sight or sensor, was dropping off occupying forces onto the outposts, and soon they would be moving on their single long line to the string of colonies. 
Martok – Not the best strategy. If we had the best of situations, we would have a different strategy. We would go in tightly and sharply, in concentration, like a knife. We would thrust straight through to Cardassia Prime, take their homeworld, wrest control from their set of government, and execute all political leaders. That’s how it’s done. because of the changelings, we must be sure no ship escapes from Cardassian space. So we come in, in a long, long line, and we destroy anything that tries to leave. 
Martok roared back in laughter and smacked his second officer hard on the shoulder – You know me too well, Drex! I’ll have to kill you now!
The sounds of the bridge rippled around them. Others in their crew were occupied with orchestrating the invading force, hurrying about to coordinate incoming reports and send out instructions. 
Shifting his feet on the uneven deck, Drex scratched an old injury on his neck.  He always  did that when he was confused.
Martok – About how Gowron did not have me destroy DS 9 when I had the chance. I thought at first that was why we were going here, you know, then later I was told otherwise. Surely Gowron knows we will have to get control of the wormhole sector. Destroy the wormhole. Burn the only bridge.
Placing one hand thoughtfully upon the arm of the command chair, Drex turned to look out over the string of outposts that guarded the border no longer for the Cardassians but now for the Klingons. 
The real reason for the invasion. Pure conquest. It tastes good, doesn’t it? to make sure the sword of Klingon does not rust. Do you think Gowron is that bright, Drex?  I don’t know, possibly. If so, then I respect him for this plot. The Cardassians are like us in many ways. Sneakier, less honorable, but certainly not likely to coddle spineless races the way the Fed does. thus, perhaps war between us and Cardassia is inevitable, and in this case, it is perfect. 
Drex – our supply lines are long. The Fed is unhappy with us. 
Martok – Those are small concessions. What difference does it make ultimately what the Fed thinks of us? None at all. Look at the whole picture. We have an enemy with no face. We can blame him for anything that happens. Whole massacres can be justified in an instant. Our home territories will remain untouched. Our production facilities will continue to produce. Our children will be safe in their beds, to become the next generation of warriors. And our warriors will finally have an outlet for all their training. It is a sublime plan, and I am comfortable with it. 
They were both suddenly invigorated. No longer would Klingons bow to the quiescence of  the Fed, but they would follow their instincts and do what Klingons must do. 
Song, wine, women, and war. What else was there? 
Martok – If my guess is right and the High Council is smarter than they act, then the Gamma Quadrant is in their sights too. First we take Cardassia, as is only natural. The weakling Fed will never stand up to us against those reptiles. One by one we will slip into new systems, always following the ghost of changelings. Eventually, even the Fed will buckle. Nothing last forever, you know.  After the alpha Quadrant is all Klingon, what next? Through the wormhole. That must be why Gowron didn’t have us attack the station when we had the chance. That’s why we left the wormhole intact, not of the Dominion, but for ourselves. The changelings are not gods, our science will find some way to bet them. No more subservience, no more sniveling. And you and I, we shall be at the forefront of it all as it unfolds. The light of history will shine upon my name as the offensive general of it all, and your name will glow beside mine.  This ship will become the symbol of victory. Warriors will dream of serving on it and children will play with models of it. think of that!
The helm officer reports all Cardassian outposts are staffed with occupying forces, and the fleet is ready to advance now. 
Martok - All ships coordinate position and go to warp factor six. Destination, the Cardassian colonies in Sector Two. We will be in the lead.
Estimated arrival time at the colonies approximately four hours at warp six. 
Communications and sensors officer turned from his position on the upper left bridge. 
Gowron sends a message he is coming to this sector, will rendezvous with Martok at the Cardassian colonies, prepare for glory.
Martok felt the smile wither from his face – He comes to snatch away the credit from us. By being here with us, he steals our prominence. That government fungus! Drex, I have no idea why anyone would want to claw and scratch and maneuver for a lifetime to get on the High Council. These families who suffer and twist to get a member on the Council, why? They sit in stuffy chambers, bickering and croaking, then go into a closed court and practice with their rusty bat’leths and think that make them Klingon. Why? So all of them can pretend they’re ready to go out and do what I have spent a career doing! Jealous! Now  Gowron comes here so my light will shine on him. If he tries to take all the credit, I shall have to do something about it. 
All the systems closest to the Cardassian Bajoran border were overrun by the Klingons. 
Sisko knew where his line was drawn, Worf found himself plied with envy. 
In invasion the outlaying Cardassian colonies were overrun almost immediately. Then Cardassian fleet mobilized, Klingons meet stronger resistance. Now that the battle has begun, Martok and his troops will settle for nothing less than victory.
They looked at Worf wondering why he hadn’t said that before, Worf looked at them, wondering why they hadn’t assumed it all along.
Fed Council decides to condemn the Klingon invasion, in response Gowron has expelled all Fed citizens from Klingon Empire and recalled his ambassadors from the Fed. The Klingons have withdrawn from the Khitomer Accords. The peace treaty between the Klingon Empire and the Fed has ended. 
Klingon ship decloaks at upper pylon 3, Gowron aboard, wanting to speak with Worf personally. Kira checked the weapons integrity of the Klingon ship. Worf had resisted the idea of going on board even Gowron’s vessel. Among Klingons, hatred for Worf might be running high at this moment. He might have to fight his way past every guard who had heard of his service in Starfleet instead of the Klingon military and now perhaps of his questioning of Klingon command. 
Gowron will not allow that, Worf said, clasping his hands behind him. We are close friends. But they could use me as a hostage. If I fail to appear, cowardice will glaze my name and all of Starfleet. The first step in the Fed’s part of this conflict would be a backward one. Gowron helped restore my honor when I had lost it. he and I made investments in each other. The details of those investments were exclusive between warriors and not fodder for conversation. 
Sisko, almost the same mass of body and almost the same height as Worf
We must appear undaunted before Gowron.
Gowron had been his friend in the past, but things change. Impending war could make loyalties shudder, there was already a gulf between them, Worf served Starfleet, not the Klingon fleet, and that would remain wedged between them.
Worf escorted on ship to bridge by two warriors. Gowron stands over warrior seated at console with yellow and red panel display. Sorrel lighting.
Gowron’s triangular face, blazing blue eyes set in a frame of wild hair and a monk’s untended beard stood out instantly among the other Klingons. Especially the eyes, big as fists.
Worf – Chancellor Gowron, you wished to speak with me.
Gowron roars affectionately, rushes across bridge – Worf, Worf. It is good to see you. I always said that uniform would get you into trouble one day. 
Worf careful not to show any weakness by glancing at the other officers in the crew, but to fix his gaze only on Gowron as if not tempted to look elsewhere – It seems you were right. But I do not apologize for my actions
Gowron silences him – I know, you did what you thought was right. And even though you may have made some enemies, I assure you, I am not one of them. 
Worf – I am glad. You’re friendship means much to me. 
Gowron – And yours to me. it has been too long since you last fought at my side. Now the time has come again. We will do great deeds in the coming days. Deeds worthy of song. 
Worf leads Gowron around bridge, Gowron, shorter and behind Worf, has his hand up on Worf’s shoulder. 
Worf – You want me to go to Cardassia with you. 
Gowron – What better way to redeem yourself in the eyes of your people? Come with me Worf, glory awaits you on Cardassia.
Worf seems tempted in the close up. Snatch back the illusive respect of a people who gave respect but sparingly. Take on a silver plate the utter fame as the only Klingon to serve in Starfleet when then abandoned Starfleet and came to fight at the side of Gowron during the great war against the Dominion-possessed Cardassians. It was a song. But he did not believe. When the sweat and stink of battle rose around him in its dizzying cloud, he would be laden by his own lack of allegiance to anything the Klingons had ever stood for as a race. To be mindlessly Klingon was not enough. 
Gowron – Why do you stand there like a mute d’blok? I have offered you a chance for glory. All you have to do is take it. 
Worf heard in his mind all that he was giving up – If there is any glory to be won, Gowron, it’ll have to be yours alone. I cannot come with you. 
Gowron pure shock, that anyone could disagree with him was a complete mystery to him. He saw his way and his way was all. He had ironed out his logic and was blunted that anyone could think differently a chance for glory embedded within a chance to trample down the Dominion, how could there be any other choice – Of course you can, it is where you belong. 
Worf – I cannot abandon my post. 
Gowron – you no longer have a post, you have no place on that space station, and no business wearing that uniform. 
Worf – I have sworn an oath of allegiance. 
Gowron spat the word as if it had no flavor, no substance – To the Federation!!!
Worf – You would have me break my word?
Worf had always considered Gowron his friend and Gowron obviously thought the same, to risk coming all the way here with no treaty just to pick up Worf for the fight. In Gowron’s mind he was doing Worf a fabulous favor and couldn’t imagine having it turned down.
Gowron – Your word? What good is your word when you give it to people who care nothing for honor? Who refuse to lift a finger while Klingon warriors shed blood for their protection? I tell you they are without honor. You do not owe them anything. 
Worf – It is not what I owe them that matters, it is what I owe myself. Worf, son of Mogh, does not break his word.
Gowron – And what of your debt to me? you say you owe me nothing? I gave you back your name, restored your House. Gave your family a seat on the High Council. And this is how you repay me? 
Worf – It is true, I owe you a great debt. I would give up my life for you. But invading Cardassia is wrong and I cannot support it. 
Gowron went abruptly cold his manner changed, thought he boiled beneath the surface. Worf realized Gowron had risked not only his life and ship, but his own honor to come to DS 9. and now he was on the verge of losing the respect of his crew if he failed to bring this vagrant warrior back to the fold. 
Gowron – Worf, I have always considered you a friend, an ally. Because you are my friend I am giving you this one chance to redeem yourself. Come with me.
Gowron places his right hand on Worf’s left shoulder while standing behind him.
Worf – I cannot. 
Gowron remained calm with monumental strength, spoke with resigned commitment and the stamina of knowing what was coming for his civilization – Think about what you are doing. If you turn your back on me now, for as long as I live you will not be welcome anywhere in the Klingon Empire. your family will be removed from the High Council, your lands seized, and your House striped of its titles. You will have nothing.
Worf turns to face Gowron – Except my honor.
Gowron – So be it
To be Klingon was all, for Gowron. Rattle off personal destruction with resolve. Distaste filled Worf for a culture that impales the group for the commitments of one. Gowron narrowed those spooky eyes, then accepted that two strong-minded individuals had reached their impasse. He had humiliated himself before his crew and word would spread. 
165 the Negh’Var shuddered very slightly as full-powered disruptor energy tore away from its weapons ports and blanketed the space around the Cardassian colony below. The feeble defense shields were already crumbling and the Klingon fleet had only been here five minutes. This would be easier than Martok expected. Still, he enjoyed shouting the order to fire. 
Colonial defense runabouts are retreating, shields are down. 11 colonies already subjugated, 10 more collapsing at predicted rates. 
Send in an occupying force, no more than 20 men.
Someone go and get my breakfast, battle makes me hungry.
Drex turned and made a gesture at the low-ranking officer at the engineering station
The Lechraj, the Rok, the Vortacha, and the Mu’Gor instructed to establish HQ on their colonial possessions immediately and return to formation and prepare to advance on Cardassia Prime. 
Tell that weasel Koru I expect a full accounting of his disruptor consumption this time, no more of his games. 
I like long-range plans, Martok sighed hungrily. The future is a beautiful tunnel. 
Why were transporters invented if not to hurry up occupations?
The Vortacha has taken some damage to the aft thrusters, repairs under way, lingering behind. 
Formation RoChaq’Va. Warp factor six as soon as we clear the asteroid field. Warp factor two around the asteroid field. Over the top of the field
Martok thought he could figure out the real future
There would be conquest for him, for his four sons, and for the son to whom his daughter had just given birth. The empire’s destiny, so long put off by the unexpected expansion of the Fed, would finally play out. 
Upheaval could be so inconvenient
Drex picks up an exhaust reading, some solid shadows
Weapons officer, put one bank on-line and prepare to wreck whatever we see
Be sure you leave no recognizable debris. I want to be seen as a conqueror, not a pirate
Pebbles from the asteroid field cracked on the Negh’Var’s hull plates, ringing through the structure of the ship and making a strange little music. Martok smiled at Drex. They found it pleasant to have some contact with the outside, something spacefarers cherished for they had so little of that. 
10 or 12 Galor-class warships all fire at once
Martok and his crew were pitched on their heads. Bones cracked and blood splattered. Only 6 of the 10 bridge crew crawled back to their posts. 
Shields! Return fire! Call the fleet from the colonies. The Cardassians are blocking transmissions. All ships disperse! Draw them apart! Swing wide! They’ll have to decipher our actions and make decisions for themselves. 
Engineering wants your permission to sacrifice weapons power long enough to recharge shield generator. 
The Prakesh, Chancellor Gowron’s ship. Comes in and takes the onslaught of half a dozen Cardassian warships, the blasting meant to shatter the Negh’Var. confronted with a full-powered ship, the Cardassian assault formation broke up and split off in several directions, two vectored back to continue hammering Gowron. 
Martok – We have to get him out of there! I don’t want to be obliged to him!
One Cardassian ship bore straight at the Vortacha, which couldn’t maneuver out of the way.  Vortacha destroyed. 
Two other Klingon ships came in and repaid the Cardassians by destroying three. Two more Klingon ships. 
The Prakesh obviously heavily damaged and losing atmosphere in four sections. 
Communications on the upper deck, comm. Officer had only one working arm but he still stood his post
This is Gowron. You will beam me and my survivors aboard. This ship’s main warp core is breached.
Very well
Having Gowron on board his own ship was not particularly desirable. Then it would become Gowron’s ship.
So you let yourself be surprised, Martok. Shameful. As soon as we battle down these Cardassians, you will send four ships immediately to Sector Three! We must head off the Detepa officials.
Worf sits alone at table upper level, Quark’s. O’Brien comes up, you look like you could use some company. 
Worf recalls when they rescued Picard from the Borg. Worf’s way of head-firsting into a conversation. Worf never doubted they would succeed. We were like warriors from the ancient sagas. There was nothing we could not do. Wondering if the ancient sagas had been embellished over time, Worf thought about how the story of the Borg would change as it was told. Worf has decided to resign from Starfleet. A new Enterprise will not be the same. Those were good years. Now it is time to move on, but he doesn’t know what he will do. He thought he would be returning to Borath, but now that is impossible. 
I have made an enemy of Gowron, and every other Klingon in the Empire. this uniform will only serve to remind me of how I have disgraced myself in the eyes of my people. I suppose I could get a berth on a Nyberrite Alliance cruiser. They are always eager to hire experienced officers. 
Nyberrite Alliance a long way away.
O’Brien asks about Alexander. Melancholy struck Worf full in the face, he had hoped no one would think to speak openly of Alexander. He had hoped to banish those thoughts, of how ghostly a parent he had been nearly the boy’s whole life. Worf says Alexander is much happier living with his Grandparents on earth than he ever was with me on the Enterprise. 
The settled halls of DS 9 were markedly brighter without the dimming presence of Klingons, and that made Worf uneasy. That Klingons should be so dreaded, held in empty contempt because of some common behaviors, it was shallow. But Klingons generally did behave rudely, were demanding and pushy, that was no one’s fault but the Klingons’ themselves. 
Klingons have a violent streak, it seems I have it too. Why must it be, he smoldered, that Klingons are welcome nowhere but in Klingon space, on Klingon ships, among Klingon kind? What are we that there must be hostility? My people seem to think much about right and wrong, other than what is right is what is right for Klingons and what is wrong for them is wrong. They veil in ritual their wish not to think about any other rights or wrongs. I was not raised that way, right and wrong are maters of thought, not of the fist. Every time I have met Klingons in my life they have insisted that I must come back to the Klingon fold.
The human couple who adopted you tried to raise you in some semblance of Klingon ways, they tried. 
Sisko – Klingons can’t always have been warriors. A warrior mentality is a luxury of success. The fighting habit can’t be instinct, or there wouldn’t be Klingons. you’d have all killed each other a long time ago, or just died out because nobody bothered to grow food or build shelter. Like the Vikings of old Earth, to them, the only way to make it to Valhalla in the next life was to die in battle. So they could only survive as long as they could steal from others. Ways to outsmart the power of raw strength. 
Worf – Technology. The Klingons did not develop spacefaring. We stole it from others who landed on our planet. Then we came out into the galaxy, and stole more.
Sisko thinks Gowron came to Worf, because Gowron doesn’t expect the Fed to be around much longer and wants Worf on his side to give him information that will make the fall easier.
Worf goes and offers his resignation to Sisko, who can’t accept it as long as fighting continues between Klingons and Cardassians.
Word comes from Bajoran Intelligence that the Klingons have broken through Cardassian fleet. 52 hours before they reach Cardassia Prime. 
Worf informs Sisko - If the Klingon Empire has reverted to the old practices, they will occupy Cardassian homeworld, execute all government officials, and install an Imperial overseer to put down any resistance. 
Sisko – Klingons were giving in to primitive fears, lashing out at anything in sight.
Worf, at sensors and communications, feels funny on cloaked Fed ship Defiant. He is to keep an eye out for Klingon ships, cloaked or otherwise, 100s between them and Detapa Council members they are rescuing. 
Sisko gives Worf communications instead of tactical so as not to put him position of having to fight his own people, offers to put him in charge of damage control teams so he won’t even be on the bridge. Worf prefers to remain on the bridge. Sisko thinks he belongs there, too.
Worf detects debris. Wreckage of a number of Cardassian ships. Recommends against Defiant decloaking to look for survivors, there could be cloaked Klingon warship in the vicinity. Lying in wait. May not be very honorable, but in war there is nothing more honorable than victory.
Worf detects weapons fire ahead. Three birds of prey attacking large Cardassian vessel Prakesh, badly damaged. The bird had its wings down in attack position, its algae-green hull reflecting the light from a small lifeless binary system. It came in high and swooped down upon the Cardassian ship with a continuous stream of disruptor fire that cut across the Cardassians’ deflectors with a scalpel effect. The birds-of-prey tipped up their wings and veered in for another hit. Heavy damage on Cardassian underside, the Klingons have no intention of letting them escape via life craft, 
Two decades of peace with the Klingons about to end.
Sisko takes Defiant in, first sends Priority One signal to Klingon ships – Tell them to break off their attack and stand down immediately. The message had to be in Sisko’s alert log, to prove that he gave the Klingons fair warning. Worf sends message. Lead bird of prey fires on Defiant in response. Defiant targets engines, sends lead bird spinning end over end. 
Worf crosses bridge to man weapons station when Ens Blake knocked out – Restricting our fire to their engines has not been effective. Sisko says target at your discretion. Worf blows up a bird. Weak spot in their shields underneath. Worf was aiming for their power coils but punched through to warp core.
A Vor’cha-class attack cruiser decloaks. Last bird fires at Cardassians, while Vor’cha goes after Defiant. Worf has suggestion to use modified tractor beam to deflect some of the Klingon fire. Allows emergency transports. The Klingons have closed to point blank range. Fire at Defiant. Defiant goes to warp, followed by Vor’cha ship and bird of prey. Cloak is broken. Prakesh explodes.
The big powerful one and the smaller mean one
Jadzia bet with Sisko that Dukat would complain first, thank later. Sisko owes her a five course dinner.
Dukat – Are you aware there’s a Klingon on your bridge?
Captain, are you aware there’s a scorpion crawling on your collar?
Dukat was glaring at Worf, and Worf was patently returning the glare. No love lost there.
Worf – Klingons do not give up easily. 
There are several dozen Klingon ships, including the Negh-Var. in attack formation waiting at DS 9 just outside weapons range. Starfleet relief force coming. The Klingon ships have raised their shields and charged their weapons. The Klingons may be scrambling communications signals.
The Klingons were starting a war, moving to conquer Cardassian. It seemed in many ways so natural for them to do so that Sisko began to wonder if he had exhausted the reasons why they would do this. This time it was neither greed nor gamble that set the Klingons on the warpath. They were afraid. Could he use that?
Bashir briefs his staff – Klingons prefer to use knifes and bat’leths in close combat so prepare for severe lacerations and blunt force traumas. 
Odo reminds Bashir that his blue uniform won’t protect him. In the heat of battle Klingons aren’t very choosy about their targets. 
Bashir – I’m sure there’s more than one Klingon who thinks slaying a changeling might be worthy of a song or two.
Odo – If a Klingon were to kill me I’d expect nothing less than an entire opera on the subject.
Bashir – Maybe, I just don’t want to have to listen to it.
Quark had a disruptor when he was cook on Ferengi freighter. Rom used parts to fix replicator. 
Worf works at console in Ops
Martok, the very essence of fury, probably insulted that Sisko had not only refused to help him, but had actively and violently moved to thwart him. They weren’t used to that kind of offensive action from Starfleet. Gowron meant to control his fears by controlling Cardassia and anyone else he felt might be at risk from Dominion infiltration. Gowron’s ship must have been wrecked, leaving him shamed and furious, yes, it was there in his owl-like eyes.  The humiliation of having been surprised by prepared Cardassians, of having a vessel smashed around him, of having to abandon its smoldering hulk, then depend on someone else to rescue him. 
Martok standing on fog filled bridge, leaning elbow on back of captain’s chair, with symbols on headrest, calls Sisko – Captain, I demand you surrender the Cardassian council members to us immediately! 
Gowron standing behind Martok – It is of no consequence that they’re not Founders. All that matters is the Alpha Quadrant will be safer with the Klingon Empire in control of Cardassia. Now! Surrender the council members or we will have no choice but to take them by force. 
Sisko – And risk an all-out war with the Fed?
Gowron – If the war starts here, the blame will be yours. History is written by the victors. 
Martok – Consider what you’re doing. The lives of everyone on your station are at risk. 
Sisko – We’re more than ready.
Gowron laughs – You’re like a toothless old Grishnar cat, trying to frighten us with your roar. 
Klingon at side console scans station to read improvements, 5000 photon torpedoes. Nods head to Gowron and Martok in confirmation.
Martok counsels Gowron it could be a trick, an illusion created by thoron fields and duranium shadows.
Worf translates for Sisko Gowron’s Today is a good day to die. Expecting Worf to be their token Klingon and explain to them all that they did not understand about those who attacked them now. Worf didn’t flinch, evidently this had happened to him before. 
Large Klingon ships come in firing over DS 9. Sisko targets lead ships as they veered off to make another approach. The Klingons were being hit hard, their outer shields battered through by white-hot proton impact, and from the wobble of their wings, they were surprised. Klingons are still closing. Phaser fire destroys 8, heavily damages more. Sisko has Dax try to contact Gowron, he doesn’t respond, except to fire at station. A new wave of attack ships swung in, attempting to bore thought the station’s surprise firepower by coming in on direct lines with the station’s axis.
Worf – They have given you your answer, Captain.
Sisko has weapons stations fire at will. Mostly large ships destroyed. 
There were those who said a Klingon couldn’t be reasoned with. At times, plenty of times, the Klingons themselves bore up that supposition with their very actions.
Gowron clutched the edge of the helm and gritted his teeth in raw frustration. In the command chair Martok was boiling with anger, pounding the arms of his chair and shaking his fists at his crew whenever they were forced to bear off. 
Martok, you stumbled! Now that your face bleeds, you blame the floor!
Sudden loss of gravitational stability
They fight like Klingons!
Then they can die like Klingons
Gowron and Martok speak Klingon. 
Martok - A Tling-on kaogh. 
Gowron - Zo A Tling-on Hegh-lah. Yod-wee kaw. Tig- mang-rup. 
Martok - Jee-yaj. Duj-va, tod-wee-kaw! 
Gowron – Prepare boarding parties!
Martok, unwilling to have his command tripped from beneath him – As you recommend.
Next wave of firing disables 2 shield generators on DS 9, Klingons beam aboard, in several waves, into Ops. Upper and lower levels of Prom. Corridor where Cardassian Detapa council members are cowering. In groups of three or four, all males. With disruptors and bat’leths. Mostly disruptor and phaser fire. Dukat gets a bat’leth and battles in the corridor. Odo battles hand to hand. The two Klingons began to work together as a team rather than two random attackers. Worf mek’leths several, Jadzia bat’leths a couple. Sisko bat’leths a couple. Klingon bodies every where. Kira jabbed from behind, O’Brien bat’lethed down. Odo reports Klingons contained on Prom, habitat ring and lower Pylon three. dead? bodies everywhere.
Another wave of Klingon ships comes in. O’Brien gets shields up. 
Because the doorway to the Detapa Council quarters was so heavily guarded, it was easy to find, and the Klingons found it. two Fed guards dead, and three Klingons they took with them. Garak and Dukat wrestle with four other Klingons. Dukat somehow got a grip on a bat’leth and was hacking at two Klingons so viciously that blood ran like grape juice down both invaders’ body armor. Finally one of the Klingons had enough and charged Garak. Dukat and his opponent waltzed by, joined by the blows of the bat’leth. Garak takes disruptor from opponent and blasts him. 
Worf cut into the Klingon with a combination of blows that left the invader pulp-faced and on the deck. Worf’s face was wild with fury, it was terrible and wonderful to see. Sisko gestured to secure the unconscious Klingons. 
Sisko wonders if there’s something in a Klingon legend that involves backing off.
Martok was just plain insulted that the Cardassian council had been snatched out from under him. For him, the future was the half hour and the goal was to ravage and take DS 9 and humiliate Sisko.
Surely there was more to Gowron. Perhaps there was a way to pit them against ech other. 
Starfleet reinforcements in 15 minutes. 
Sisko contacts Gowron again, who answers this time.
Gowron – Shields weakened, your station boarded, and more Klingon ships on the way, surrender while you can.
Sisko – I don’t think so. My shields holding, your boarding parties contained, my reinforcements here before yours. You’re facing a war on two fronts. Is that what you really want? 
Worf stands up – The Empire is not strong enough to fight the Fed and the Cardassians. End this now, Gowron, before you lead the Empire to its worst defeat in history. 
Martok bangs the furniture – We will not surrender!
Sisko – This is exactly what the Founders want, Klingon against Cardassian, Fed against Klingon. Weaker against Dominion.
Worf pointedly ignoring Martok as if his  opinion were no voice at all – Consider what you do here, Gowron. Kahless himself said Destroying an empire to win a war is no victory. 
Gowron finishes quote – Ending a battle to save to save an Empire is no defeat. 
Gowron’s cheeks flushed magenta to have his own legends tossed back in his face. Clearly things weren’t  working out as he had planned, or as he has been led to believe they could.
Martok urges – We can still win!
Martok sounded childish, foolish, desperate and all but stomped his foot in a tantrum.
No one, not even an enraged and frightened Klingon, took lightly the prospect of taking on a handful of Starfleet’s heavy cruisers
Gowron – It is we who shall stand down.
Martok has an apoplectic fit. Arrrgh!! Yay chol! Sounded as if he were sneezing real hard
Gowron – Enough! Cease fire! Order our ships in Cardassian territory to halt their advance. I do not intend to hand victory to the Dominion. 
Martok hangs his head in disgust. 
Gowron leads into monitor to Sisko – But let your people know, the Klingon Empire will remember what has happened here. You have sided against us in battle, and this we do not forgive, or forget. 
Klingon ships power down their weapons. Gowron returns to Klingon homeworld and taskforce withdraws from Bajoran space. Detapa Council returns to Cardassia.
Worf packs, Sisko comes to see him off with Worf’s discharge papers. Worf somewhat incongruous in civilian clothing. Worf leaving this afternoon for Nyberrite Alliance. Sisko advises running from pain won’t get rid of it, only standing your ground. Wearing uniform reminds you what you have lost. 
Worf – I think Starfleet has been my home for many years, perhaps it still is. 
Sisko offers to help Worf find position on Venture. 
Worf ends up in command red, new Strategic Operations Officer, DS 9. 
O’Brien – You look good in red.
Worf – It feels good, but I have a lot to learn about command.
O’Brien – You couldn’t ask for a better teacher.
Starfleet Intelligence sends Priority One message – The Klingons are refusing to give up several of the Cardassian colonies they seized during the invasion. They’re fortifying their positions and deploying orbital defense systems. 
Boreth Monastery, sixteen foot courtyard doors.  Out in the middle of nothing. Word was spreading that Worf had stayed with Starfleet when the Klingon cause had summoned him, then aided Starfleet in its betrayal of Klingon interests. Inner abbey. Boreth across a quarter of the quadrant and two guarded borders from DS 9. 
I have come to comfort myself by telling you what I learned, so you will no longer plague my thought as I do my job
Worf to Lourn – You are wrong, you should stop teaching our warriors to never question what they do. Everything you have been teaching here is what nearly destroyed us – Don’t think, just do.  Sisko discovered that the Klingon decision to attack Cardassia was based not upon boldness but on fear. 
Lourn’s small eyes flared and his brow ridge puckered – Fear?! In the Klingon fleet? I’m disappointed that you carry a tale like that. We were willing to take on the changelings. What’s more brave than that?
Worf- There were never any changelings. Gowron and the High Council acted on empty fear and rumors when the Cardassian revolution came. They reacted the way Klingons react when they feel threatened. The way you and the others here are teaching our warriors to behave. Attack something. Anything. When they felt threatened, the Klingons acted like children. They attacked anything in sight, including the Fed, and that is exactly what the Dominion would want, the Empire nearly handed it to them. Lourn – Our solidarity has given us survival. Our past is heavy with tales of 
Worf- While this may have helped us survive on some inhospitable planet long ago, we cling to it in the wrong times. By alienating the Fed we have ruined our best chance for surviving what the future brings. Intelligence is for going beyond our natures. We must be more than our songs and legends if we are to flourish. A race that cannot get along with others will be its own death.  ALTernate Martok
Twisted
B’Elanna aware birthday wishes have to remain secret to come true. Tom thinks B’Elanna handles barging in on naked crewman very well. B’E could use a little spiritual guidance as they’re about to hit distortion wave, goes to Chakotay. 
  Ghost of a Chance by Mark A. Garland & Charles G. McGraw 
P32 B’Elanna looked outraged, as if her Klingon blood were about to boil over. She hammered the consoles with both fists. 
P44 B’E’s greatest regret was that she couldn’t do everything herself. But Carey and the rest of her staff were good people. Let some of it go, she told herself. 
P56 something about the Drosary gives B’E the creeps. No one else feels it.
P73 the look on B’E’s face could have soured Drindorian dragon’s milk. Chakotay has seen her this serious before – an overreaction in most people, but not in her, especially when lives were at stake. Just now he found her mood a comfort. 
P81 B’E thinks of eating a bowl or oatmeal, or perhaps a cold sandwich, she’d long preferred human food to Klingon, just as she had always chosen to focus more on her human half than on her Klingon heritage. Most human dishes were softer and easier to stomach, and in some cases quicker to eat, too. 
Prudence has always been considered a valuable survival trait by most species, B’E thought, including both of hers 
B’E thinks of how many times people had told her they understood what it was like to be B’E Torres, how ridiculous she always thought they were. 
Her uneasy, restless feeling about the Drosary, probably the fault of her untrusting, unsociable Klingon side. 
P142 Torres made a sound somewhere in her throat, which Chakotay was sure owed little to her human side. She looked straight past him with a cold, distant stare, one that his years with her had taught him meant her mind was operating at hyperspeed, which was exactly the result he hoped for. The best way to approach B’E Torres was not to barge in, ordering her to produce results. Better to tell her you had a question, one that no one else could answer. What she lacked in discipline she made up for in determination and brains. B’E began to growl. Chakotay stepped back once. That’s the B’E I’m so crazy about. 
P149 B’E looked at the three Drosary with what Chakotay read as a mild flash of venom. Chakotay reminded himself of her Klingon temper, her ongoing struggle to control that part of herself, and his desire to give he the chance to do so. He saw her mixed heritage as one of her greatest strengths and had always tried to encourage her to accept herself as she was, just as he had. Of course, her more aggressive nature could get out of hand. 
P154 when B’E complains things aren’t happening soon enough, Chakotay says it’s her Klingon blood talking. He’s not saying you shouldn’t listen to it, we both know it will always be a part of you, that you need it, but maybe she should try listening to her human side. B’E counters that her human side feels the same way. 
P188 B’E says it was her Klingon blood and her human heart that allowed her to see the duplicity of the Drosary. Chakotay couldn’t help but smile back. Torres often came to him for guidance. Who we are is sometimes our greatest weakness but it can also be our greatest strength. 
The Visitor
Alternate timeline
  The Tempest by Susan Wright
Worf on DS 9 3-4 weeks
P1 as Strategic Operations Officer it is within Worf’s jurisdiction to inspect any vessel allied with the Klingon Empire.
The Sattar Collective had been reluctant members of the empire since their world had been conquered over one hundred years ago. When they were not operating on the narrow border between Fed trade laws and the Ferengi Alliance, many Sattar cooperated with Klingons to their own advantage. 
Worf has encountered Sattar in the past. Small humanoid, covered in fur smoothed in decorative swirls on the face and chest. Don’t like physical contact. Ridge of mane down head and back.
It feels odd to Worf to be inside a Klingon vessel again, the curved support beam, so right and yet not. An old transport ship. The Reaper hasn’t contracted with Klingons for months.
The recent termination of the peace treaty between the Fed and the Klingon Empire made it imperative that Worf pursue every scrap of information. 
Odo had detected solotine, a catalyst often used in Klingon explosive devices such as bombs and mines. If this vessel had transported solotine, there would be a breakdown residue of nitrogen-dexitrin left in the atmospheric intake vents.
Instinctively Worf edged toward the nearest bulkhead, protecting his back in case of attack.
Cali, the Sattar, was swearing in Klingon
Though the Sattar crew had altered the interior of the transport, the Klingon infrastructure was intact. Worf knew exactly which way to turn to get back to the airlock.
Cali – Klingons are all alike. If you can’t keep it, you kill it. And you don’t care who you destroy as long as you can call yourselves warriors. It the same old Klingon game. Glory! You’d think a bunch of idiots who are that violent and self-serving would have killed themselves off a long time ago.
Worf looked down on the feisty little Sattar, ready to make war with the entire Klingon Empire right here, right now. He wondered if she was any good with a bat’leth.
P6 ba’zon, a game, either Sattar or Klingon
Worf to Cali – You must be an expert at self-defense. I can think of no other reason for your continued survival in the Klingon Empire.
Worf committed to doing everything in his power to preserve the Fed’s tentative balance with the Klingon Empire, to see that justice was served and prevent conflict from escalating into war.
Worf finds examples of lax security on DS 9, and many convoluted procdures that seemed specifically designed to frustrate real, decisive action
Maybe Dax’s warning was just another example of her bizarre humor, but Worf could never be sure with the Trill
Worf’s personal contacts had reported considerable Klingon activity in the area, with vessels en route between the conquered Cardassian planets and the Klingon Empire. It was likely the scoutship Ceres had been attacked by Klingons. Or perhaps by a Sattar transport smuggling supplies to the Klingon outposts in Cardassian territory. And Worf did not discount the possibility of a Maquis ambush. Worf considered Jem’Hadar unlikely
A lieutenant on Ceres caught a glimpse of the ship attacking them through a porthole and she said it looked Klingon. Not a bird of prey, a design she was unfamiliar with.
Worf swore to himself if the Sattar were responsible, he would discover the truth and make them pay for it.
Perhaps the attacker had been protecting the secrecy of a Klingon post just outside Bajoran space.
Silence fell over them as each worked on his or her own problem. It reminded Worf of the best days on the Enterprise
Dax’s methods were not Starfleet standard, but then nothing on this station was Starfleet standard
Dax knew the investigation of the Ceres was important to Worf. Not since their fight with the Klingons had she seen him so absorbed and invigorated by his duties
Odo was interested in anything that caught Worf’s attention
The Sattar were the best covet transports available; they had learned their trade while dodging the iron fist of the Klingons.
P41 you interfering pack of vetlhpu’
Odo finds Worf’s manner was far more curt and dismissive than most Starfleet personnel. It reminded Odo of Cardassian behavior, their arrogance and pride, confident that they knew how to do everything better than everyone else. Odo doesn’t think distancing himself from other people is doing Worf any good.
25,000 tons is not very large vessel, family space yacht
p52 Dax unnerved Worf by reminding him the communications relay is down, he’s going to miss Alexander’s weekly call. Dr. Bashir told Dax about Worf’s weekly call. Dax thought Worf told Bashir, but maybe it was Lt. Lau in communications. Worf didn’t know what to say. One simply didn’t trade stories about the personal habits of one’s superior officers. At least, not so openly. 
Disruptor damage was obvious to the naked eye on the Ceres, and most Klingon vessels used disruptors in their weapons systems.
Worf finished the download of his analysis, then, out of habit, he quickly checked his personal code. Since he had arrived at the station he had received only one or two messages.
Cali’s face twisted as she spat out Qu’vath! Worf tensed at the Klingon oath. A stream of vile, broadly accented Klingon flowed out, accusing him of dishonor, deceit, and generally low behavior. Cali compared Worf to a form of slime found in the swamps of Qo’noS.
As they had with most Sattar vessels, the Klingons had removed the more advanced equipment, particularly weapons and power systems.
Why was no one else concerned about the Klingon’s aggressive campaign? They often discussed the Dominion, but what had the Dominion done compared to the Klingon invasion of Cardassia?
P55 the Klingon yacht Katon, under Captain Alons of the House of Napos.
Napos was a minor house, but one that fully supported Gowron’s policies, presumably including the attack on Cardassia and the current hostilities against the Federation.
P56 Alons, a barrel-chested, older Klingon with a languorous, sneering manner. As usual his brother, Sebas, hovered nearby. Worf did not recognize the other young Klingon who was grinning directly, insolently, at him.
Alons cleared his throat with a pointedly disgusting sound – Thank you for your concern. The Katon has gotten us through worse storms than this.
P57 How can you listen to this pugh? And I won’t mention that DenIb Qatlh!
Worf hardly flinched, he had heard it all before, the first time he accepted disgrace and expulsion from the High Council. This stripling knew nothing of his sacrifices for the Klingon Empire.
P57 Ton, eldest son of the House of Maang. Ton of Maang. Brown stained teeth.
Only scum would stand by O’web-
The House of Mogh is no more.
The Cybriss valley has flourished since the House of Maang took over the farms. The name of Mogh has been struck from every record, and the wine is all the sweeter for our trouble. 
A growl of surprise rose in Worf’s throat. He had heard that Gowron had given away his family’s lands and holdings, but he had not been able to gather more specific information. Kurn had not answered his messages for over a month. Worf could dimly remember tales of his father’s hunting lodge in the Cybriss valley, and vaguely remembered a summer his family had spent there when he was young. The thought of this hulking, slobbering idiot striding across even one acre of the lands belonging to his family’s house. Worf snarled, oblivious to everything else. It was clear that Ton was laughing at him, at his loss.
There is no reasoning with cowards!
The Katon conforms to standard designs of the vessel’s class, however superior shields.
P62 I even called him a ghargh!
Worf is an unusual Klingon
It’s not every day you get to insult a Klingon. Or spray plasma in his eyes!
Captain Ari of the Sattar ship Reaper thought that Starfleet’s treatment of the Klingon yacht was quite revealing. 
This isn’t the typical plasma storm blowing in from the Badlands. This one came from beyond Klingon territory, and it’s moving faster than any storm in Starfleet records
The Klingons are refusing to open their airlock. Sisko doesn’t want those Klingons to come out fighting, and sends Odo to assist Worf.
Biophysics isn’t Dax’s strongpoint
P80 You dragged us to this He’So’pIgh!
The Klingon High Council will here of this, of that you can be sure!
Worf told himself to be patient. Worf folded his arms across his chest, having resolved to remain silent until Odo exhausted diplomatic and regulatory methods of extracting the Klingons from the Katon. Worf was pleased that he was not forced to perform this charade, though it probably would have ended much sooner had it been up to him. Sebas was apparently enjoying sparring with Odo, though in Worf’s opinion, the younger son of the House of Napos wasn’t very quick with his retorts. Worf yawned broadly, a sign of contempt that he allowed Sebas to see.
P81 I will not speak with Chap’on!
Worf pointed out – You just did.
Sebas – Not the warrior who runs from battle!
Worf stared at him without moving a muscle. Sebas hesitated and Worf slightly bared his teeth at the novice.
Combat wristband
He was young and arrogant, secure in his House and his father’s alliance with Gowron. Worf almost envied the young upstart
The Klingons have broken the peace treaty with the Federation. That is reason enough for them to attack a Starfleet vessel. Worf believes the Klingon Empire is prepared to engage Fed in a full-scale war. Worf began to list the statistical increases in Klingon traffic and weapons manufacture. 
The Klingons have more territory than they can possibly handle right now and they’re stretched to the limit with the Cardassians. What do they hope to gain by fighting Starfleet?
Worf briefly clenched his jaw – Klingons want to live as warriors
So you’re saying it’s part of their character to make war.
Worf knew he couldn’t fight his own personal demons with the captain.
Worf has arranged with Starfleet personnel to share their quarters with Ceres crewmembers.
Worf didn’t need anyone to remind him of his duty.
Captain Ari of the Reaper – Commander Worf has a debt of honor to repay to the Sattar Collective.
Since she had resolved things with Curzon at her tzin’tara, Jadzia was better able to appreciate the fact that she had attended the academy simply as Jadzia. 
P107 Worf could hardly call his quarters home.
Everyone’s lack of concern about the Klingon aggression. Worf was the only one who realized that time was running out.
Worf had considered stopping by the replimat, but he loathed the place. Its generic décor and nameless hordes were almost as bad as Quark’s Bar. 
P108 Digging through transport containers that were piled in his closet, he finally found a bottle of Hum’taS. It was a favorite Klingon drink, a sticky, honey-based liquid that imparted a boost of energy. Deanna had bought it for him when she had returned from a week-long diplomatic junket on one of the Empire colonies. He wasn’t sure if the gift had been meant as a joke, but to be prudent he had refrained from telling her that the stuff put his teeth on edge. Now he was glad to have it and took a long swig directly from narrow neck, shuddering as he swallowed.
P109 it felt like the Hum’taS was stuck to his loch, and somehow his sash had slipped askew,
Captain Alons looked worse, his heavy uniform was unhooked and swinging open, unthinkable for a Klingon seated in the command chair. His eyes were tiny red slits and his brow ridges were running with sweat. It took a lot to make a Klingon sweat.
Worf was compelled to maintain an attitude of civility and cooperation, much as he wanted to reach through the viewer and grab Alons by the throat to choke some of the arrogance out of him. 
I will not listen to the lies of Qu’vatlh!
Worf sent a copy of the conversation to Dr. Bashir, requesting his medical opinion of Alons’s condition. Perhaps the captain had simply been called away in the middle of a bat’leth match, but if Alons was unfit, Worf might use that to get aboard the Katon.
Worf’s lip curled as he stared Cali down
Worf had never expected a Sattar to be so familiar with a Klingon. Captain Ari took a hefty swig, respectable even for a Klingon.
Worf had difficulty thinking of these Cardassian rooms as his. He almost longed for the bare cell in the monastery on Boreth. 
A thick slice of rokeg blood pie appeared. The tempting slice of blood pie.
P115 Ro’gegh’Iwchab!
Worf has his Bat’leth trophy, the traditional ball and curved blade of First Place. It was not polished and set out on display but tucked in a cabinet by itself, in a secret place of honor
A free-lance technician was making progress in remote-triggering the Katon’s locking sequence.
Captain Ari set up an order via Worf’s personal logs that would blow the clamps on the Katon, releasing it from the station. It would look like the Klingons had broken into the computer and were trying to escape. Making it appear that Worf had planned a delayed program to blow open the clamping seals of the Katon. Ari can sell the log of the transaction to the Klingons, they can use it to prove Worf set them up. Any Klingon would agree that’s quite a bargaining chip against the Federation 
The Katon is jettisoned. The engines were off line and the ship was at the mercy of the turbulent cosmic rays. It spun out of sight
Worf started at Molly, remembering his first sight of her, as she was being born – We have met before.
Nice child, Worf said doubtfully
Odo tells Worf he should appreciate Rom.
Worf broke into a run. The Katon was not going to escape him now, not when he was this close
Worf had insisted that the Defiant be on standby alert. The Katon was hardly a light year away by the time the crew was ready to depart.
Worf was irritated by Dr. Bashir’s worried expression and the way he stood so close to Sisko. Lt. Kelly at engineering gave Worf a sympathetic grin. Worf pointedly turned away but Kelly did not seem to mind.
It was a minor incident but one that would never have happened on the Enterprise. In his next tactical report, he would include his opinion that the lack of a tight, seasoned crew for the Defiant could be a significant detriment during their encounters with Klingon vessels.
Alons spittle-covered lips and brown teeth. Swollen mottled tongue shoved out and licked up a trickle of bloodsweat from his cheek.
Alons managed to groan and glare at the same time
P137 TammoH! Alons rasped. You think you have beaten me. But you are the ones who are defeated. The glory is ours! Victory to the Empire!
I will die with my ship. My crew will follow me until I die.
Six crew on Katon.
Worf would rather see them run than allow them to destroy the only evidence of their crimes against the Ceres.
P138 You conspired against us from the start, you, you traitorous puj’O, betraying your brothers. The sight of you disgusts me! You are nothing more than a filthy Ferengi in Klingon hide. Selling yourself to the enemy. You’re no warrior.
Five Klingons beamed from exploding Katon. One pattern lost. Bashir sedates the Klingons. They are suffering from severe radiation poisoning. Perhaps the plasma storm, or exposure to unstable chemicals such as solotine. Their cellular membranes breaking down and their molecular structure decomposing.
Worf – I am concerned with security, Doctor.
By his count Worf had managed to offend every member of the senior staff today, except perhaps Dax. Gruffly he shrugged it off. He could not help it as long as they were continually offending him.
After only a few weeks under Sisko’s command, Worf knew Sisko would override Worf’s security protests
Before the Katon could be captured Captain Alons initiated a warp breach. 
Many of the crew of Ceres blame the Katon for the attack. There were terrible losses.
P173 the front of Worf’s uniform was partly open, and the knot on his ponytail had loosened. O’Brien hastily looked away from something disgusting that quivered on the plate in his hand.
There were always more Sattar around than you could see.
O’Brien knew Worf well enough to recognize that tone, cautioning for silence in front of the Sattar
Worf was slightly hunched over the plate, steadily eating as he tried to ignore the Sattar.
Cali – I think it’s because he’s lost everything. What the Klingons didn’t take, he gave away to that couple on earth, including his son. Have you ever heard of anything so vile? Just like a Klingon, first try threats, then turn belligerent. 
Worf is undoubtedly the most Klingon Klingon Cali has ever met. Belligerent to the core. He’s so belligerent he’s fighting all the other Klingons, his own people. He can’t even make peace with one Klingon. 
P178 I knew he was too much of a Spo’noS to do anything about it.
Worf stepped forward, as if that was too much. Cali gets two vicious kicks to Worf’s stomach and jaw.
P179 Worf would rather drop dead than let that veglargh bring him to his knees.
Cali – Klingons always grab Sattar over the shoulder, pressing your fingers into our necks, moving us around as if we were pets. With less respect, because you know we don’t dare bite you. A Klingon crushed my shoulder bone the day they took my mother away. Cali’s mother was formerly the captain of the Reaper. 
Worf relegated his fury into plans to use her image in his next combat program. 
Bellows of anger and yelled curses echo through the corridors of the Defiant. The Klingons don’t appreciate the regeneration treatment. Sedation interferes with the stimulation of the regeneration, Bashir has given them the limit of neutral blockers. Regeneration is a highly invasive procedure, both on cellular and chromosomal level.
Five Klingons struggled against the restraints of the med-beds. A portable regeneration unit was belted around the waist of each one. Intensive treatment for at least a week. Two may never be able to reproduce.
The were inside the black body of the storm for several hours
Alons saw Sisko and started sputtering incoherently in Klingon. It sounded as if he was accusing him of cowardice and sadistic brutality. Sisko’s Klingon didn’t quite cover this sort of situation.
Worf’s phalanx of guards placed the Klingons under stasis and transferred them to antigrav pallets. The shouts became blessedly muffled. Though the Klingons could barely move, they shouted curses down on Starfleet, the Federation, Bajorans, Sisko, Worf, not necessarily in that order of vehemence. Sisko decided the Klingon prisoners were the least of his worries.
Worf had never before indicated that he had any personal concern for another member of the crew. Sisko felt he had stomped on Worf when he was most in need of encouragement. Sisko wants Worf to sympathize with his fellow officers.
Worf won’t even let O’Brien on board the Defiant as they go in search of Keiko and Dax. Sisko’s orders were for the secondary crew.
P214 Worf- I could not allow you to board the Defiant. I was following orders.
O’Brien – You follow orders only when it suits you. There are times when you have to follow a deeper law. Wouldn’t you have done anything to save the mother of your child?
Worf glared at the mention of Kay’lar [sic] – How dare you speak of that!
Captain Ari – It is difficult to deal with Klingons. Their sense of honor serves their own needs. You must accommodate yourself to their codes rather than asking them to understand your own. If you want something from the Klingon, put it in his own terms. Make it a matter of his honor, and he will do whatever it takes to salvage his pride. 
Worf’s logs include personal meditations on Alexander, on the Klingon situation, on Deanna.
There are Klingon codes and words that Odo may not know.
Worf caught a nervous half sleep on the floor in Ops, dreaming of Captain Alons and Sebas drinking from the bottle of Hum’tas in his quarters and rifling through his computer files. A childish dream but a disturbing one.
Cali’s mother had been taken away by Klingons. It had also been a Klingon betrayal that had killed his own parents while they were living in the Khitomer colony.
Worf could tell that the Klingons had seen him enter the brig. Though no sound penetrated the force field, every ritual gesture of disrespect and disgust was aimed in his direction. The Klingons quickly realized they had caught everyone’s attention. Alons struck a righteous pose, crossing his arms across his crest. The others followed his example.
P222 Ton sneered – the loD’web speaks, but we do not hear.
Alons cut him off – You think you can get away with destroying my ship? The Klingon Empire will not stand for this insult!
Worf – The self-destruct was initiated by you.
Alons sneered – You left me no choice. And now you will die!
But his treat was ruined as he scratched impatiently at his neck, twisting his entire body as if unable to endure the prickling sensation of the regeneration.
Worf- I know the Katon attacked the Ceres. Your tricks will not stop me from proving your guilt, and then you will wish you had died along with your ship.
Alons – You are dead to your own people! 
Alons crossed his arms and turned his back on Worf. The others followed, relishing their show of contempt. Ton’s self-satisfied expression was the worst. To know that such a Klingon, weak, prideful, undeserving, now possessed lands that rightfully belonged to the House of Mogh.
Worf was a true Klingon, a son of the Klingon Empire. He could let his anger course through his veins without shirking his duty.
The Klingon government won’t allow inter-ship alliances among the Sattar, so we will never be able to obtain good contracts. The Sattar are a thing of contempt in the galaxy.
Worf- Perhaps you could apply to the Klingon High Council.
Ari – The Sattar who go to Qo’noS never return. I am not brave enough for that.
Worf – I, too, have had my dealings with the council. There is much that has gone astray within my people.
Ari – The Federation formed an alliance with the Klingons while they hold my world and others in virtual slavery. Why does the Fed support this infamy, turning a blind eye to the plight of the Sattar?
Worf couldn’t answer that. Everyone knew about the Sattar
Ari – Perhaps Starfleet allows it for the sake of a larger peace. Is it honorable to decide that my people will suffer for your peace?
Worf left without a word. Some things were too much for anyone to expect him to accept. He would be fine once he had a brisk walk around the docking ring.
About the plasma storm the Klingons kept raving about being caught in a maze that they couldn’t get out of. Their yacht was carried through the subspace rips.
P246 Jadzia – You don’t think I use Klingon exercise programs just to keep trim, do you?
Bashir – No, you use them for teasing Worf.
P268 Worf knew the rooms on DS 9 would never feel like home to him, not like his quarters on the Enterprise. He didn’t belong here, and yet, where else did he belong? The Klingon-Fed conflict could help determine where he belonged, but in the end it was up to him to make a place for himself. Then he could make a home that included Alexander and all the other people he cared about. He finds his DS 9 rooms repellant.
The Klingons will be released from the brig after 1600 hours. Due to the termination of the peace treaty they will be asked to leave immediately.
Worf was well aware that the Klingons would have no compunctions about ordering the Sattar to take them back to Qo’noS, even if it caused them to lose their transport contract. Without a ship, Alons could very well commandeer the Reaper for his own use. 
Worf does not believe it is right that the Klingon government interferes with what belongs to the Sattar.
The Klingon government took away Worf’s lands.
Worf has filed documents with the High Council of the Federation of Planets requesting an inquiry into the condition and status of the Sattar Collective under the Klingon Empire. The Sattar Collective will be investigated, along with its history involving the Klingon Empire. You can testify as to your current conditions, and the Klingon High Council will be asked to respond.
The peace treaty has been broken, the Klingons probably won’t cooperate, the ruling will be delayed. However, a new peace treaty must include discussions of your status within the Klingon Empire. In order for the Sattar to receive full protection from Starfleet, the Sattar Collective must apply to join the Federation.
Captain Ari – Worf can strike a good deal when he puts his mind to it. Worf will never know the depth of the gratitude of the Satter.
Worf was vaguely wondering why he heard a threat implied in Captain Ari’s words.
Worf had been forced to agree with Ssiko on release of Alons and crew. The Katon had never fired on the station or the Defiant, and the destruction of the yacht had eliminated any evidence of their attack on the Ceres. It would only antagonize the Klingon High Council to hold Alons any longer.
From the first time he saw the Defiant he knew that ship was worthy of a warrior, worthy of the war that was to come. 
Worf suddenly felt his conviction falter. Perhaps everyone else was correct and the Klingons knew they could not win a fight against the Federation. Perhaps Worf had become so desperate to resolve his own private dilemma with his people that he was seeing conspiracies and incursions where there were none. Could he be wrong about the Klingon Empire?
If the Sattar were sucked into the Klingon offensive they would be nothing more than service drones for the duration of hostilities, and knowing the Klingons, that could last for generations.
The Federation has more reason to be prejudiced against Worf, yet only the Federation has supported his personal rights
Cali tells Worf that the Sattar have seen thousands of things that add up to an impending Klingon offensive. The Collective has resolved to move deeper into Fed territory to avoid the coming hostilities. The Fed should watch its back for the Klingons.
Parturition
no Klingon content
  Cybersong by S.N. Lewitt 
P42 Tuvok reminds Janeway that B’E Torres might be their saboteur, she has the expertise and the access, the talent for machinery. Janeway reasons that B’E is young and half Klingon, impulsive in the extreme and often needed to be reined in. Janeway not quiet sure of B’E’s judgment in nonmechanical matters. Janeway not sure B’E could, or would, practice deception. 
P47 Chakotay had served in the Maquis with B’E and had mentored her through her tempestuous career. 
P76 the Maquis kept some ships, referred to as hanger queens, in dock to cannibalize parts to repair other ships
P90 Chakotay knows B’E hates being confused, not understanding the nature of a problem. B’E the best engineer he had ever worked with, but she was still young, and her people skills could use some improvement. She hasn’t done anything like punching Carey in months. 
P105 the command chair of the strange ship was placed in the center of the bridge, just as it was for the Federation and the Klingons, the Cardassians, the Romulans, even the Jem'Hadar.
P144 Chakotay waits a moment to B’E to calm down. Once she regained her composure, she was able to see solutions no one else could have imagined. B’E was not capable of hiding her feelings. When Chakotay and B’E were fighting the Cardassians she had been almost as valuable for her assessment of a situation or a Cardassian tactic as she had been for her engineering talents. She understood Cardassian engines, mechanics and programming almost as well as she understood her own, and that gave her insight into what they could do and how they thought about tactics. It also meant that she might be able to identify a Cardassian writing code, even in their own language for their own computer. 
P155 B’E’s temper wasn’t simply a Klingon thing. It was the inevitable frustration of having to deal with people who did things wrong. B’E has been working for months on keeping her temper in check.
P179 B’E calls Harry a lazy, green slugabed. Harry is the only one who can run the alien analysis, but he’s ill in sickbay. If he was a Klingon he’d get up right now and do the job. B’E angry at Harry for letting himself get hurt, but won’t admit that she’s worried, that she likes him. B’E pleased that Neelix has managed to make cookies like the ones from the little bakery near Starfleet Headquarters. B’E wishes Kes would say things directly rather than hint and indicate. Obvious to B’E that the first duty aboard a spacecraft was to make certain the ship ran, she could not imagine any other task being so  absorbing, so fascinating, so important. She had been in worst situations, she enjoyed the challenge of emergency repairs. This time she hated what was happening. The computer was not her true area of expertise. She had to rely on someone else to do the job, and she was never happy about that. B’E wanted to break something, preferably someone’s bones. 
P186 B’E blinked away a stray tear. Voyager was not going to die, not if B’E Torres had anything to do with it. To live, to fight, to go on and go home. 
P211 Harry Kim knew enough about Cardassians, Klingons, and Romulans to know that there was a certain level of honor in enmity. 
P225 the alien ship was beyond B’E’s most extravagant dreams. She could work happily for weeks dissect the engines. It reminded her of Christmas at her human grandparents’ house the year she was eight. Unwrapping present after present, first the working model of the ancient aircraft and then the highspeed rail set. And two manuals on passenger spacecraft, too. It had been hard to know what to play with first. B’E has almost forgotten what real cherry cordials taste like. 
P235 Chakotay promises the AI that if it sends Voyager back to the Alpha Quadrant it will have the whole Federation, to say nothing of the Klingons and the Romulans and the Cardassians and the Dominion come to amuse it. 
P248 B’E calls Harry Starfleet. 
Hippocratic Oath
Worf at table at Quark’s. 
Worf finds one of Quark’s customers is Regana Tosh, known smuggler.  Markalian smuggling ring. Quark brings Worf a prune juice. Kira comes to sit with Worf. 
Worf doubts Odo’s methods. 
Worf brings his concerns to Sisko, with Odo. Worf 7 years in security. He has remained vigilant. Sisko tells Worf Odo is good at his job. Worf’s primary duty is to coordinate all Starfleet activity in this sector.
Jadzia, in front of map display with 5 scattered Klingon symbols, briefs the staff that the Klingons have also attacked three more outposts along the Romulan border. They are reasserting themselves all over the quadrant. 
Worf adds if the invasion was seen as a failure, Gowron would have been assassinated by now. He simply declared victory and returned home.
Sisko – Now he’s looking for his next victory.
Bajoran intelligence believes the Klingons are looking for weakness in the star systems along their borders. When they find an appropriately weak system, they invade. Strong survive and the weak perish. 
Sisko wants a complete briefing everyday about the Klingon situation.
Worf speaks with Odo about the smuggler and Quark and Tallonian crystals. Odo thanks Worf for his information, rest assured I’ll take care of this matter.
Worf breaks into Quark’s, upper entrance. Sees Quark inspecting the crystals. Goes angrily to Odo. Odo had an opportunity to arrest Quark. Odo does not seem to be performing his duties at all. 
Worf comes up to arrest Quark and smuggler, interfering in Odo’s undercover investigation. Odo was going after the entire Markalian smuggling ring, gets just middle man instead. 
Worf comes to Sisko to add info about how he bungled Odo’s investigation. Odo did not feel it was necessary to include details of Worf’s involvement, but Worf must do the honorable thing. Sisko should know Worf hindered Odo’s investigation. Sisko heard about it, word gets around. 
Many things Worf has to get used to. Many unofficial rules of the station, different from starship.
Worf – When I served aboard the Enterprise, I always knew who were my allies and who were my enemies. 
Sisko confident Worf will fit in, just give it time.
  Bless the Beasts by Karen Haber 
P5 Janeway muses on the strange fate that had brought a rebel half-human, half-Klingon engineer into Voyager’s life and engine room. The woman’s quicksilver brilliance and her friendship for Harry Kim, their joint victimization on the Ocampa planet as subjects of the Caretaker’s biological experiments had welded a solid rapport between them. 
P26 B’E surprised at the deep stabbing pain she feels when others plan shore leave. The half-Klingon had never felt at home anywhere, except perhaps aboard a spaceship. Her brilliant and restless nature, coupled with her natural tendency toward rebellion, had resulted in her decision to leave Starfleet Academy during her second year. Joining the Maquis rebels had seemed like a natural next step. Most of her Maquis friends and comrades were with her now, first among them being Chakotay. And she was even grudgingly coming to appreciate the company of many of the Starfleet officers. Never in her wildest dreams had B’E imagined that she would run the engine room of a ship like Voyager. It occurred to her that she might be one of the most contented members of the crew. She had her friends with her and enough engineering challenges to occupy even her agile mind. Her warring selves had achieved if not a lasting peace, then at least a workable truce. Although loath to admit it, this strange lost mission might have been the best thing that ever happened to her. 
P76 B’E felt her Klingon half rise its hackles in instinctive dislike. Torres mastered the urge to kick Sardalian engineer Borizus out of engineering and halfway back to the transporter room. 
P81 B’E swears pungently in Klingon. Insubordination used to be the order of the day in the Maquis. Chakotay remembers her working with not much more than a spanner and a prayer during their Maquis days. He can’t believe he’s hearing the brilliant B’E Torres, she who can fix anything, brought low by crude metals. B’E cries a savage oath. Her gaze might have melted latinum. B’E may be upset over Harry Kim’s disappearance. You know how excited B’E can get. 
P119 Torres dug in, hands across her chest. You know I se possibilities in things that few others do. 
P182 outdoors in the bracing air and back on the hunt, B’E quickened her pace.
P198 B’E is sure about finding the microrelay, Chakotay should know what that means. She had a laser pick of her own design to make quick work of crude lock mechanism. Torres felt battle madness surge through her body, giving her extra strength. 
P207 a Starfleet instructor had once shown B’E a quick slashing reverse kick. B’E overcomes numerous guards, scarcely winded. To her mild disappointment she saw that most of the guards were unconscious. She smiled, the warrior blood throbbing in her veins. She always felt better after a good workout. Too bad these Sardalians were built along such flimsy lines. They posed so little challenge. She grinned in exhilaration. The shame, when it came, when her human half had regained control as it always did, and began chiding her about her Klingon excesses, would force these thoughts – and others – deep in her subconscious. But for now she gloried in the moment, in her own sheer physical vigor and prowess. Holding the mircorelay over her head, B’E gave a deep, triumphant Klingon war cry. 
If only Chakotay would smile as her and have it mean something other than ‘job well done.’ It was not a thought she allowed herself very often. B’E knows Chakotay badly hurt by Seska, knows he couldn’t possibly return B’E’s feelings. Her foolish romantic desires had little chance of becoming reality, and therefore she shoved them out of sight with ruthless Klingon pride and determination. Her human side sighed. 
Now she was free to hunt. Moving faster than a human – and possibly a Vulcan – Torres used her hybrid strength to cut through the crowds. 
P213 Chakotay beginning to think B’E listened to him more when they were in the Maquis. 
P249 Torres comes to drag Harry out of Sickbay to help her with repairs. 
Torres glared at Paris - You could make yourself helpful>
Paris winked – I’ve heard better lines from androids.
B’E’s look might have frozen a lesser man’s blood – Stuff it, Paris.
Paris – For you, anything
B’E gave him a half-snarl as she towed Harry out of sickbay
P273 B’E engineering skills make her pure gold in Janeway’s eyes.
Indiscretion
Razka Karn, Bajoran smuggler, black marketer and scrap metal merchant in Badlands. The Maquis would have paid Razka well for Dukat. Kira owes Razka one.
Trelos Vren, arrested outside the Klingon restaurant for pickpocketing
Worf announces Cardassian arrival
Kai Meressa – What remains after death is but a shell, a sign that the pagh has begun its final journey to the Prophets.
  The Black Shore by Greg Cox 
P6 just the other day Chakotay had to stop B’E from force-feeding Neelix some particularly unappetizing Talaxian delicacy. Ens. Susan Tukwila, a Native American who had been a Maquis.
P16 B’E volunteers to personally man the transporter controls just in case. At the first sign of trouble she’s beaming Janeway back faster than a Cardassian can violate a treaty agreement.
 P30 mingling at parties not one of B’E’s strong points. Torres’ palate probably more Klingon than she would want to admit.
The Maquis had little trouble getting black-market dilithium crystals.
Apparently, shore was up there with sugared fruit drinks in her affections. Chakotay wondered if it was the Klingon or the engineer speaking. The friendly and effusive natives get on Torres’ nerves. 
P51 Paris – remind me never to take a Klingon to a dance hall.
The hurt expression on Torres’ face was gone in an instant, hidden behind her usual fierce exterior. Paris knows how conflicted B’E was about the Klingon half of her ancestry. Given a choice, Paris knew, Torres would rather be identified as an engineer than a Klingon. 
Paris on Torres – a warp drive with claws and a bad disposition.
P55 B’E knew what her Klingon ancestors would think of this planet and these people. The Ryol were soft, indolent, spoiled, lacking any of the drive and determination of a more aggressive race. Torres struggled to overcome this innate prejudice against the Ryol, as she resisted all her more Klingon impulses, but it wasn’t easy. 
B’E tempted to demonstrate the traditional Klingon punishment for lying, - involving the removal of tongue. 
The longer she stayed on this decadent playground the closer she felt to the embarrassing Klingon roots. A good reason to find dilithium and get away.
P61 in the days before Voyager B’E would have fed this preening idiot his own mane, curl by curl. Since signing on as chief of Engineering she has been doing her best to control her temper and justify Janeway’s and Chakotay’s faith in her. She was an officer now and she had to adhere to a higher standard of behavior, set a better example than she had as an out-of-control rebel firebrand. Give me strength, she prayed to nobody in particular, let me stay in control. 
Son of a targ. Torres roared and hurled Nimdir the Idiot physically into the air
P80 the Cardassians would have demanded Torres’s immediate execution, the Romulans would have used such a petty incident as an excuse to detain Voyager indefinitely, the Ferengi would have hit the Federation with a truly enormous fine. Never mind how the Kazon or the Klingons would have reacted to Torres’ action.
Torres – me and my stupid temper. It’s this damn Klingon blood. I can’t help myself sometimes. Constantly wrestle with a primitive barbarian inside that was just waiting to erupt at the worst possible moment. Some people said Klingons were an honorable and civilized people. B’E knows better. They were animals, all of them, and so was she. B’E horrified at giving a small growl. A pang of jealousy stabbed at her heart at thought of Chakotay with Ryol woman. She fights back another snarl of frustration. B’E had personally kept the compositing system on the Maquis ship running in peak condition. Patience was another quality that her half-Klingon heritage had shorted her on. Thinking like both a Klingon and an engineer, it didn’t make sense to her for the Ryol to shield that small area of their world. Torres asks for a raktajino – she’s going to be studying this problem for a while. 
P96 Guerrilla operations in the Demilitarized Zone had often required split-second timing. One occasion Chakotay and Company had been ambushed by an ‘unauthorized’ Cardassian death squad. Only Susan Tukwila’s quick thinking had kept a close call from becoming a disaster. 
P102 Success, Torres thought jubilantly, experiencing a Klingon’s savage joy at victory over a particularly hated foe. She crossed her fingers, an ancient Earth custom her human father had taught her. Janeway might think she was holding some sort of irrational Klingon grudge against the Ryol. A full Klingon would simply rush to judgment, heedless of the consequences. 
P115 for once Torres felt grateful for the strength she had inherited from her Klingon ancestors. A normal human would never have managed to drag Ens. Erin Jourdan up the ladder and out of the reaction chamber. 
Maquis noble campaign against the Cardassians
P130 B’E swore in Klingon as Kes applied an anesthetic to her arm since Torres usually disdained her Klingon heritage, Kes guessed that the pain had to be fairly intense. She had refused to lie down on a biobed, insisting that her injuries were minimal. Kes wondered if all Klingons were this stubborn, both Harry and Tom insisted that B’E’s legendary temper was typical of her species. Kes had asked the Doctor about Klingons once, only to receive a thirty-minute lecture on the intricacies of their auxiliary nervous system. The Ocampa imagined she must look frail and unimpressive by Klingon standards.
P139 he suddenly resembled some bloodthirsty demon out of Klingon mythology, all hair and teeth
P149 B’E didn’t care much for Ocampa world, where she nearly died when infected with Caretaker’s DNA.
Kes wonders if Klingons love. She would have to ask the Doctor. There had to be plenty of information about Klingons in Voyager’s medical files
P173 the hatch yielded to B’E’s demi-Klingon strength. I’m an engineer, not a telepath, but I know that psionic energy can have measurable effects on the physical world. 
P184 you don’t have to be half-Klingon to know a dangerous situation when you see one
Three of you, three of us, sounds like pretty good odds to me, though frankly she would have preferred Chakotay and some of the other Maquis to Neelix and Kes. 
Susan Tukwila lifeforce drained away by Ryol.
P251 stay calm, hold on to your temper. Torres felt a pang of loneliness, envying Neelix and Kes their close relationship. Torres had little faith in myths. The Klingons had a thousand old legends about Kahless and other great warriors of the past. As far as she could tell, they had never done her any good. Give me hard scientific data over fairly tales any day. It wouldn’t be the first time an enemy had tried to drug her – or worse; the Cardassians thought nothing of poisoning the waterholes near human colonies in the Demilitarized Zone. She forced herself to smile warmly at the little creature. It felt very odd. A growl formed at the back of her throat, but struggling to keep her Klingon fury under control, she swallowed the snarl before it could escape. Inwardly Torres felt a thrill of horror at the idea of the Ryol preying on the Federation and yes, even the Klingon Empire. Personal shields remained impractical, the energy demands alone had defeated the best efforts of generations of Federation scientists, not to mention their counterparts among the Klingons, Romulans, and Cardassians. 
Torres called even on her hated Klingon heritage for an answer. What would a full Klingon do in a situation like this? What would a full Klingon do in a situation like this? What would Kahless do? Pure killer instinct took over and she reached out automatically for a weapon, before even Torres realized what she was doing, she drove the jagged point of the bone deep into Naxor’s chest.  For once she did not feel ashamed of her savage ancestry. There were worse things in the universe than Klingons.
P270 Kes tried to remember that B’E had been injured, and that the pain was probably making her more irritable than usual. 
Rejoined
Curzon was never on time in his life. He was even late for the 100 th birthday party Sisko planned for him.
Worf is looking forward to commanding the Defiant during the artificial wormhole research mission. Eddington aboard.
Klingons dream of things that would send cold chills down the spines of other species and wake you in the middle of the night. It is better you do not know. Kira can never tell when Worf is joking.
Curzon was kicked out of Barros Inn, wildest bar on Rigel system, he set fire to it on a bet. He used to say there was an exception to every rule, and he usually went out of his way to find it. 
The very idea of doing research made him ill, didn’t care for scientists
A male Klingon scientist gave Dr. Lenara Kahn dangling wide flange earrings, he wanted to give her one of those swords they carry around but she refused. She’s not very Klingon, and gives them to Jadzia. Jadzia/Curzon recognizes the style.
Persistence of Vision
B’Elanna doesn’t succumb to  psionic delusions, until the Chakotay she wants comes to her and offers to take her away. Yes! B’Elanna has always wanted Chakotay, and gets one. Torres holds a phaser on the alien bad guy. B’e comes to Janeway concerned about alien’s ability to bring buried thoughts to the fore. B’e experienced something she’d rather not admit, it had quite an impact on her. 
Little Green Men
Sisko made it a personal request that Worf attend Nog’s selling of his boyhood treasures. 
Worf – A Ferengi at the academy. I am not sure that is wise.
O’Brien – I don’t know, not too long ago someone might have said the same thing about you.
Worf interested in Ferengi tooth sharpener, tries it out. How much?
Tattoo
no Klingon content
Starship Down
Worf uncomfortable in command. Weapons drill response times 15 percent too high. He likes the display layouts standardized. He expects nothing less than everybody’s best. 
If you can’t carry out my order I will find someone who can.
O’Brien has a little chat with Worf, give the engineers some slack.
Worf and O’Brien sit together at Quark’s.
  Mosaic by Jeri Taylor 
P12 its been a full 10 months since Torres and Kim began working on a mechanism by which the Doctor can leave sickbay.  He can’t believe they are incapable of solving the technical problems after that amount of time, so he must conclude that they’re not putting their full efforts into the matter.
P216 B’E’s face was smudged and her eyes were hollow. She hadn’t slept since the Kazon attack, and every muscle in her body ached with tension, but she was determined to get them weapons again.
 
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