| Dreadnought
Teleplay by: Gary Holland and Lisa Klink Paris reports the debris of a ship, a rather thick-hulled ship that it would take some work to blow up. Analysis of the debris shows the weapon that did it was of ... Cardassian design. Asked if this was Seska's doing, a reluctant B says, no, it's mine. B describes the situation. B and Chakotay got their hands on it when they were fighting the Cardassians. which had been sent to destroy a Maquis munitions base. Cardassians had constructed a self guided tactical missile the Maquis had termed Dreadnought, matter and antimatter bomb. one of the most sophisticated computer systems B has ever seen. adaptable, evasive, armed with its own defensive weaponry. unstoppable All Maquis efforts to keep it from reaching its destination failed. one minor detail B – Leave it to the Cardassians to build such an incredible weapon and then arm the warhead with an old kinetic detonator. the missile bounced off the atmosphere, undetonated. B got inside it and reprogrammed it to go after a Cardassian target instead. Changed its identity. I made it forget about being Cardassian I made it think it was working for the Maquis. mission to destroy Cardassian fuel depot on Aschelan V. however, the missile was lost in the badlands, they thought it was destroyed in a plasma storm. Last time they saw it it was headed in the same direction where Caretaker picked up Voyager and Chakotay’s ship. Nobody knows more about the missile than B; she spent weeks reprogramming it, giving it a new voice (hers) and providing it with new safeguards against further tampering before sending it toward Aschelan V. They decide to go after it and attempt to disable it, because it's headed for a heavily-populated planet. Paris and B are in Engineering, recalibrating the sensors to detect the missile. B is clearly lost in thought. She bangs the computer with the palm of her hand. B – Chakotay wasn’t telling the whole truth. We didn’t send dreadnought on a mission against the Cardassians, I did. without asking him. After I did it he pulled me aside and I was ready to defend myself. I was so sure I’d anticipated everything that could possibly go wrong. She even programmed it to warn Fed ships to stay out of its way. This vessel has been appropriated by the Maquis, against Cardassian aggressors. B – Anyway, Chakotay looked at me, I didn’t know him very well yet, and all he said, in that damned soft voice of his, was that I'd hurt him, that he thought he'd earned my trust and loyalty. I was so glad when it disappeared into the Badlands. I remember thinking thank god, its over. But its not. I anything happens here because of Dreadnought, it’s my fault. Paris tries to reassure her, she took a risk, she was thinking like a Maquis. Paris surprised at how well B been able to fit in. People are talking, she said. He had even recently fought with Lt. Rollins over a matter of punctuation. the chase begins. B did her original work well—she programmed evasive patters into it, she recognizes it. soon they have it. Targeting scanners have been activated, it has locked on to its final target. Heavily populated planet. B beams over to the dreadnought; she reprogrammed it, so her presence is accepted, the gentle query about her health. I haven't been sleeping well lately, B admits. Then begins the diagnostics. B queries the computer about its mission, its location, its functionality. The computer insists it's working fine, and all is proceeding as scheduled. Went off course day after B’s last system’s access, encountered coherent tetryon beam. With a bit of gentle prodding, though, B manages to convince it to come to a stop, cancel the target, and await further instructions. The crisis past, B shuts it down and returns to Voyager. Janeway, Chakotay and B discuss the salvage potential of Dreadnought. It's got power supply to burn, and raw materials that could keep the ship functioning for years. Good news, to be sure. For once, their luck seems to be improving. the probe has just taken off at warp 9. Some missiles just don't play fair. Voyager hurries to intercept. Janeway hopes to stop the ship with weapons, but B says she was quite thorough in her reprogramming--she designed it to resist all known Federation and Cardassian weapons. Janeway believes that her ship's weapons may work, though--they are of a newer design than B could have known about. The missile hails the ship, in B' voice, warning Voyager to stay away, that it's on a Maquis assignment and will not be deterred. B tries to talk to it, but no go. The missile won't listen to B, because it believes her to be coerced by Cardassians. B insists to Janeway she never taught the thing to lie, but the missile cites tactical subroutines. B anticipated 39 potential Cardassian threats. B’s capture and coercion was number 7. B remembers one possible vulnerability: thoron shock emitter firing destabilizes reactor core for 30 seconds. tachyon beam. direct hit to core. Overloading. Plasma surge backward damages Voyager, the missile continues. B and Harry Kim are trying her to transport over. B is agitated; she blames herself for everything that's happening. Harry does his best to reassure her; she feels outclassed by her own creation, but he insists that the one thing the computer doesn't do is second-guess itself. Her determination renewed, the transporter finally works. Every attempt by B is countered. Accesses are denied; circuits give her a shock. B is undaunted; she refuses to let millions die without a fight. She looks for workarounds, and one seems to be working. Somehow I expected you to put up more of a fight, she says. a fleet of Rakosan ships are approaching. Janeway calls B and urges her to return, but B argues against it--the attack is keeping the computer preoccupied, and she thinks she's onto something. Janeway agrees. B reports that the computer has been leading her on, rerouting behind her back, redoubling the security even as she thought she was breaching it. Before she can say more, the communications are cut, as are transporter capabilities. She's on her own. Remember those hypothetical games we used to play? she asks, and manages to get the system to play along. Assume that what I've been telling you is true, she says. Computer eventually responds, assumption entered. After a few assumptions, she asks it for a conclusion: what could be the cause of a major navigational error? Damaged or missing files. She orders up a directory, and notices a file of Cardassian origin and a date prior to her first contact with it. Then the file list disappears. I've reassessed your presence, it says. I thought you were coerced by Cardassians. Now B is cooperating with the Federation, which is allied with the Cardassians through the treaty of 2367. life support is cut off. B, running out of air, works feverishly to access the Cardassian file, which she believes to be the original programming for the missile, and her last chance to wrest control of the missile. B finally accesses and activates the Cardassian control program. Never thought she’d be glad to hear that voice again. a cacophony of virus and counter virus alerts, in male Cardassian and female Maquis voices, is heard. the panel to the engine core opens and she crawls in. B has only one option left--phaser through the shielding and cause a core breach, before it explodes on its own and/or she loses consciousness. Ensign Kim manages to break through the interference to establish contact with B, and a transporter lock. Janeway orders her off the missile, but B argues that she's got a real chance of succeeding now. Janeway assents. B, flat on her back and struggling to breathe, fires into the guts of the missile. B is prepared to fight until there's nothing left of her. Who'd have thought, two years ago, after all those weeks we spent together perfecting your program, B gasps, that we'd end up out here trying to kill each other? as the warp core goes critical, Janeway gets B beamed out; the missile blows up, but Holodoc reports that B’Elanna is singed, but should make complete recovery. Death Wish B at Bridge side Engineering station. B beams aboard Q2, unfamiliar with the Q. Janeway orders red alert. B – This ship will not survive the formation of the cosmos. Bar Association Worf returns Defiant to DS 9. successful mission- 5 days in Gamma Quadrant, no sign of Jem’Hadar. Department head briefing tomorrow. Worf noticed some less than peak performance. It is my duty to keep her functioning at peak proficiency. Jadzia – Mr. Worf, you’re in love. With the Defiant. Worf – You exaggerate, as usual. Worf and Jadzia walk corridor after mek’leth workout. Worf with bat’leth, Jadzia swings her mek’leth. Jadzia - You know, I think I am finally getting the hang of this mek’leth. Worf – I would seem so. Jadzia – Then why haven’t you told me? Worf – Klingon warrior does not need the praise of his teacher. Jadzia – I’m not a Klingon warrior. I’m a beautiful and sensitive young woman who depends on Worf stops her when he hears something. He flushes a thief out of overhead with his bat’leth. The man has Worf’s toothsharpener, which Jadzia recognizes. Worf growls, dumps p’tak who just robbed Worf’s quarters on Odo’s desk. Worf wants to know from Odo how such a security breach was allowed to happen, they did not happen on the Enterprise. Odo has ready on his padd incident record of Ferengi privateers boarded and seized control of Enterprise using two salvaged Klingon birds of prey; Berginhoff Rasmussen incident. When Worf was head of Security. Worf asks O’Brien how he tolerates DS 9. O’Brien has lots to do with everything breaking down all the time. Worf enters Quark’s during employee’s strike. He barely set foot in there when there wasn’t a strike. Quark isn’t his favorite person. O’Brien and Bashir go to talk some sense into him. Worf, Bashir and O’Brien end up in holding cell after brawling on the Prom. Bashir injured on forehead when he got in the way of O’Brien and Worf having a difference of opinion. Bashir was shoved over a table, an accident. Sisko comes to holding cell, lets them stay there for the night. Afterward Worf feels he owes O’Brien an apology, he allowed the argument in Quark’s to get out of hand. We are Starfleet officers and Starfleet officers do not brawl with each other. There is something about this station I find unsettling. In the meantime, Worf is going to move his quarters to the Defiant. He has already discussed it with Sisko. OK as along as it doesn’t interfere with his duties. Worf’s eyes gleam at the thought of living out there all by himself. Worf rolls up mattress, hard bunk much better. Worf not in to plants. Jadzia brought Worf a collection of her favorite Klingon operas. She suggests piping them through Defiant’s comm. system, as loud as he likes. A thoughtful gift. Jadzia – sooner or later you’re going to have to adapt to life on the station Worf – Perhaps all of you will have to adapt to me. Jadzia smiles. O’Brien and Bashir start Battle of Clontarf holoprogram. O’Brien is High King. Chrysalis by David Niall Wilson P21 Ens. Kayla, a young Bajoran woman who’d come aboard when the Maquis ship had been sacrificed P91 Chief Eg’gyrs, young man part Romulan, part human – an odd mix to say the least, often worked operations consoles on the Maquis vessel, plenty of experience The Conquered by Dafydd ab Hugh P14 a quarter of the Klingon fleet is on standby in case anything nasty comes out of the wormhole. The comment slid home like the well-aimed thrust of a Klingon d’k tahg. P78 Worf had enough respect for the technology of the natives not to point the tiny weapon at anyone he liked. Worf frowned, much as he tried to avoid it, the psychology of the individual kept cropping up. A warrior does not concern himself with such fears, he muttered, retreating to the front line. [upsetting the natives] Worf felt the thrill of battle surge though him. I am alive, a Klingon, a WARRIOR! Snarling like a true Klingon woman (to Worf’s marveling eyes), Jadzia stood and spoke in command tones. P83 Worf was forced into the ignominy of running away like a dubbop being chased by a hunter. The wounded Jadzia refused to rest until after she made sure the others were stowed, as a Klingon would. Her eyes were the color of violets with flames around the edges, or the Klingon Sea of the Stand when the sun was nearly set in the distant waters. She looked like the goddess of death. It was not your fault, Worf said, offering a warrior’s comfort. It was a system failure that you could not anticipate. P101 Worf spoke up, immediately seeing the tactical situation. The natives will have to learn to fight on their own, even without their devices. P103 Worf was on familiar, rehearsed ground – We must set up an immediate military training facility and forge these people into an effective fighting force against the invaders. They could roll over the natives like Klingon warriors across a Boy Scout troop. Worf – We need to start by forcing them to see their own need for training. Worf was exhilarated, training the Native Scouts of Sierra-Bravo. Worf steamed, he did not like the humidity one bit. You will put on this harness, he snarled, or I will put it on for you. Quark – There’s a good Klingon. With a howl of frustration, the Klingon surged forward, webbed harness in hand, and struggled with the Ferengi, a moment later, a yoked and harnessed Quark cringed before the mighty-thewed Klingon warrior. P127 Sisko grinning like a Klingon general – Let’s see just how much hell we can give. Jadzia uttered a single Klingon oath before she remembered she was in charge P150 the pain in her neck was severe, but she gritted her teeth, playing Klingon, and made no noise P168 the first step, rumbled the Klingon, truly in his element leading an army against Cardassians, is to train an elite corps of commandos. They can train the rest of the troops. Worf growled deep in his throat - Chief O’Brien, you are making as much noise as them. O’Brien raised his eyebrows, whenever Worf resorted to calling him Chief O’Brien it meant the huge Klingon was at the end of his rope. Rigelian bloodwine Quark, the gagh is too sluggish P202 Worf curled his lip – Then they were tweaking our beards. I knew they must have been. Sisko smiled faintly and whispered in Worf’s native tongue – Who but a Klingon could follow Kahless? P216 Worf showed a terrible frightening Klingon grin of battle joy – Yes, perhaps tomorrow will be a good day to die. The Courageous by Dafydd ab Hugh P22 Sisko’s plan is bold, Klingonlike. No other Starfleet officer would have dared! Worf, as usual, was first to express his opinion on the purely military question of tactics once they located the Cardassians – I have nothing against stealth, as you know, Kahless himself often used stealth against a superior enemy, it is entirely honorable. Taking a deep breath and calming his violent impulse, Worf decided it was honorable to admit when one was in error, despite the merriment that might give to the wretched Ferengi. A glare from the Klingon following the admission silenced Quark. P40 Trill pacheepa rat P65 The sleeping Klingon rose grunting, looking to see who had called him from dreams of siege and liege. Kahless knows how long Worf knows a great many of the legends and histories of the ancient Klingon wars Emperor Kahless had mechanized armor, The age of heroes, Klingons moved armies via pack animals, riding beasts and beasts to carry the gear Quark turned his back on Worf, something he would never would have done had the two of them been alone in a dark corner of the station P114 Worf merely grunted but it was the closest to an apology O’Brien was likely to get from his Klingon colleague P123 Worf looked at the native riding animal and Quark would have sworn he saw nervousness in the Klingon’s mouth, of course the Ferengi said nothing, Klingons were generally not appreciative for having such facts pointed out to them. Worf weighs twice as much as Sisko or O’Brien P172 Worf is familiar with Cardassian military outpost layouts. A model of efficiency and order, unwavering. Worf leads team through corridors. O’Brien, up front, swearing like a drunken Klingon P184 Jadzia stared at Bashir with a cold gaze he recognized as being more of Worf than Dax. Bashir recalled that Jadzia was blood brother to several Klingon warriors of the old school when she was a he, Curzon. Jadzia did not see that tie as dissolved, even a death and another life later; there was good reason that Commander Worf accepted her as his equal in matters Klingon. Dax smiled and said something in Klingon, which translated as We shall drink of his blood and sup on his brains. It sounded like a typical Klingon aphorism. Worf drew upon reserves deep within his case-hardened DNA to fight through the violent shaking for control of the ship. Worf howled like a savage, as if he had forgotten the use of speech. P215 Kira in a firefight at the corner of the Klingon restaurant P220 Worf was tense on the stick, years on the Enterprise with the Klingon gave O’Brien a read P231 Worf thought he was looking at a subbrigade of Klingon warriors; standing in a somewhat ragged line, but they stood proudly, both true of typical Klingon warrior groups, who were never known for discipline but rather for ferocity. I am proud to serve as your commanding officer Worf was prepared to swallow his bile and put on ‘the face’ Worf’s own battle lust began to tickle his stomach and he clenched his fists in anticipation of the first clash, the brittle flicker of battle lines meeting in the red dance It was the Klingon salute Worf taught them Would Worf of the House of Mogh be hailed as the father of their entire civilization? In the mists of antiquity, pretechnological Klingon guerrilla warriors from mud hut villages had gunsmithed cheap knockoffs of the machine guns used by their more advanced neighbors during the Wars of First Expansion Spring traps and death pits Worf began to tremble; whether it was in anticipation of glorious victory or the heady awareness of his own growing political importance. Though a Klingon he knew his men needed to hear quiet confidence now, not loud boasts. We will slaughter our enemies and pile their skulls to the sky for a memorial. Worf addressed his troops with as much sense of history, he believed, as ever did the first Kahless. The Liberated by Dafydd ab Hugh P18 Klingon Military Command Council Worf keenly felt the slap to his authority, a raw recruit telling Worf of House Mogh how to teach physical training! It was a deadly insult to his military bearing, his honor and his house. And the most humiliating factor was that the recommendations were brilliant and insightful. Worf brooded for too long after finishing the report. Honor dictated that he would even have to submit the paper to the Federation journal for immediate adoption throughout Starfleet. The human war goddess Athena erupting from the head of Zeus on Worf’s favorite human myth, taught him by his foster father. Worf’s honor had been snatched by Klingon thieves, won back at enormous cost Worf was a Klingon and had a duty to perform so the intolerable would be tolerated. P82 with a Klingon war cry Jadzia thrust the probe as if stabbing a d’k tahg knife into an enemy’s innards P94 the war-worthy Klingon Worf muttered something dark in Klingon. P107 help them understand that they have become true blooded warriors at last. P122 As Curzon Dax fought with my Klingon swordmates against Cardassians more times than I can count and I just know how they’ll line up. P126 Jadzia – I’ve done some doctoring in my time, mostly Klingon blood brothers who got a little rambunctious after hours, but never a fracture of the femur. She had dressed many a bat’telh slice, none of which had affected her much. Jadzia – the typical Cardassian attack: first they kill the local power, then they strike against the helpless natives P143 Ens Wabak forced himself to sit like a Klingon, with knees spread wide, clutching the armrests and scowling at the forward screen No matter how much we may distrust the Klingons or even the Romulans, we’re nowhere near the point of sending spies into our allies’ ranks Just keep your fingers crossed that the Cardassians don’t decide to turn Klingon on us and launch an al-out assault to break in. P186 Worf stalked away with all the dignity of an operatic hero Jadzia’s plan to plunge into the ocean and play dead was worthy of the Emperor Kahless himself, the real one. Sisko is going to put her in for a medal. P197 Worf snarled instead of speaking. The epinephrine brought out violence instead of fear in the warrior. I will make no decision based on some chemical in my blood! P217 Kira had studied her own military history as well as that of Cardassia, the Federation, even the Klingon Empire. all had at one time or another come up with the clever idea of a bomb that killed people but left buildings and documents intact. P227 The circle is split And becomes A succession of lazy snakes leading Everywhere astray Of where my heart rang slowly Like a bell - An unknown Klingon chronicling one of the riffs of the endless Klingon saga of conquest and exile. Accession O’Brien and Bashir Battle of Britain, and Battle of Clontarf holoprograms. Sisko not the Emissary, all he has to worry about are the Klingons, the Dominion and the Maquis. Worf hears Keiko is going to have another baby – Now?! No, in seven months. O’Brien to Bashir – Worf delivered Molly, you know. Bashir – I’m be sure to call you when she’s ready to deliver, you can lend a hand. Worf – Seven months, unfortunately I will be away from the station at that time. Far away. Visiting my parents, on earth. Excuse me. Bashir to O’Brien – I don’t know who’s more anxious about this baby, you or Worf. Kira – I guess I’ll have to take my raktajino elsewhere. Lifesigns Doctor wants to drill 2 mm hole into her skull and take 1 gram of her parietal lobe. Simple. B still has nightmares about what Vidiians did to her, and now Doctor wants to crack open her head, cut out a piece of her brain, and give it to Pel. Suggestion Klingon DNA resistant to the phage. What B went through on Vidiian asteroid very traumatic, an understatement. B would like to help, after Denara Pel talks to her, B agrees to procedure. Mike Jonas reporting to Seska, ambush on Hemikek IV. Want him to plan accident to warp coils. Investigations B and all engineering staff watches Good morning Neelix in engineering for Tom’s goodbye. Jonas calls B that magnetic constrictors are malfunctioning. Vent plasma. Three wounded in engineering. Warp engines useless until they can be rebuilt. Materials available at Hemikek. Seska never liked Tom, doesn’t trust him now. Jonas tossed into warp core trying to kill Neelix Deadlock Antimatter being drained, B doesn’t know why. Hogan helps B. heavy casualties as three EPS conduits rupture. Engineering staff show up in sickbay. B runs around engineering as proton bursts continue. Harry and B go to strengthen deck near hull breach. Hogan injured by blast. B grabs Harry’s hand but he falls through, then B sees Kes disappear. Spatial rift.. B investigates spatial rift. She helps out injured Hogan. B brainstorms with Janeway to communicate with duplicated Voyager. Both B’s work to arrange deflector dish subspace divergence field depolarization pulse. They don’t merge, they go further out of phase. Duplicate Voyager, both engines have been drawing power form single antimatter source. Boarded by Vidiians. Harry Kim and Ens. Wildman’s baby through spatial rift to Voyager damaged by protons bursts. B greets him with – It’s about time. Less injured Voyager self destructs, destroying Vidiians. B estimates three days to repair bridge, Janeway not sure how long B can stand having Janeway standing over her in engineering’s temporary bridge. Rules of Engagement Sisko calls Worf to his office, Rudellian plague on Cardassian colony on Pentath III. Pentath system borders Klingon territory, strategically important, the Klingons will try to stop the convoy of medical supplies. Starfleet has agreed to help protect Cardassian convoy. Defiant escorting convoy 6. Sisko felt Worf was ready to take on additional responsibilities. Distinguished record. He understood the Klingons. on relief mission, not seeking combat. Worf came in to Quark’s. He comes in to Quark’s all the time. Klingons are rarely in what Quark would call a good mood. Worf was in a good mood. Worf ordered a prune juice, started to talk with Quark. Worf told Quark he was going to be commanding the Defiant. Quark – Worf is a very private man. He doesn’t share a lot with his bartender. Quark asked What happens if the Klingons go after the convoy? Worf got this funny look on his face, put down his prune juice, looked Quark right in the eye. Worf said I hope they do. Convoy duty uneventful for two days. Detected several subspace distortions which might have been cloaked ships but nothing definite. An old battle cruiser and a bird of prey attacked Defiant and convoy. There was no warning. Bird of prey decloaks and fires at Defiant, older battle cruiser goes after convoy. Worf – Of course I was excited. I am a Klingon. We live for battle. Whatever my personal feelings may be I do not allow them to interfere with my duty or my professional judgment. I respect O’Brien’s opinion, served together for many years, I consider him a friend. I knew our route took us through civilian shipping lanes, I decided I would not hesitate to fire at decloaking ship. Risk entire convoy if he hesitated. Alternately attack convoy ships and Defiant. 5 minutes of battle. Damage bird of prey. Worf figures out their cloak and run pattern. Standby quantum torpedo spread. Next tachyon surge fire, not the bird of prey but the civilian transport. O’Brien – I’ve known Worf for 9 years, he’s an honorable man, he would never intentionally fire at an unarmed ship. Worf dreams of dead Starfleet personnel. Victorious Klingons, dead Klingons. He is in the brig. Weeks later. Vulcan Admiral T’Lara - Klingon Empire make request Lt. Cmdr. Worf be extradited for trial on charges of murder. Klingon Advocate Ch’Pok, in brown suit, stiff collar – The Klingon Empire makes the following allegations against Lt. Commander Worf, that on SD 49648, while commanding the Defiant, he knowingly fired on and destroyed a Klingon civilian transport ship near the Pentath system. That as a result 441 Klingon civilians were killed. it is my intention to prove that Mr. Worf was grossly in his command of the Defiant. That his lust for combat overrode his good judgment. I ask only that he be returned to us to face the judgment of his own people. At the time in question the Defiant was under attack by two Klingon warships. this was a combat situation. With hundreds of lives at stake. When the transport ship decloaked suddenly in front of the Defiant Worf gave the order to fire, not because he was reckless or negligent, he believed he was firing on a warship. We intend to show that the destruction of the transport was a tragic but unavoidable accident. Sisko plans to show transport captain saw battle and decloaked to join it. Wants Odo to find out everything about the captain. Sisko to Odo – Use your contacts in the Empire to find out something about this Captain I can use. Did he have a reputation for drinking, did he have a death wish, something. Ch’Pok –After this case is over you might be seeing a lot more Klingons on DS 9. when Worf is extradited, the Fed will have to admit one of its officers committed a massacre. That will put you on the defensive in the Quadrant. While the Fed is trying to repair badly damaged reputation, the Klingons will find themselves with certain opportunities. He smiles. Sisko – An opportunity to annex more Cardassian space. And set up additional military bases in this sector. Ch’Pok – Worf is about to present us with something we never in battle. Sympathy. Any move we make against you will be seen as a legitimate response to outrageous slaughter. Ch’Pok – It’s an interesting system of justice you have. It does have its flaws. It emphasizes procedure over substance, form for fact. I look forward to fighting on your terms. The truth must be won. I’ll see you one the battlefield. Ch’Pok – We Klingons are not concerned with matters of fact and circumstance. What matters to us is what was in Worf’s heart when he gave the order to fire. Was he just a Starfleet officer doing his duty, or was he a Klingon warrior reveling in the battle. that is why I am here, because if he was a Klingon, lost in the bloodlust of combat, only we can judge him, not you. Dax is considered something of an expert on Klingon society. Curzon would have called himself an expert. Jadzia considers herself someone with a passing familiarity with Klingon culture. Klingons are a violent, warrior race. One aspect of them. One of the things that makes a Klingon warrior formidable is his predatory instinct, bloodlust. Ch’Pok -Worf, engaged in battle, predatory instinct take over? Jadzia – I think that instinct was present but I’ve seen Mr. Worf in battle before. In the holosuite we’ve fought many times. Ch’Pok – you mean you practiced, you played with him. Jadzia – Oh, no. when we fight, we fight. I’ve made it very clear to Worf that I don’t want him to take it easy on me because I’m a woman or a Trill. A few bruises, I broke a finger once. Nothing serious. And I’ve given him a few lumps of his own. I can see the killer instinct in his eye, and I know he could kill me if he wants to, but the look always goes away. He knows when to stop. Jadt. Holosuite program, Battle of Tong Vey, program Worf brought with him from Enterprise. Jadzia familiar with it. An historical reenactment of one of the epic Klingon 10,000 warriors under the command of Emperor Sompek conquer the city of Tong Vey after a long siege. A glorious battle. Worf plays Sompek, the conqueror’s role, one of Klingon’s greatest heroes. The final order Sompek gave his men once they had conquered the city was to burn the city to the ground and kill everyone in it. Not just the soldiers, but the people of the town too. Civilians, women, children. You have to give that command for the program to end. Worf is a Klingon warrior, he doesn’t have the same moral code of a Starfleet officer. He is a killer, a predator among sheep. The last time Worf used that program was the day before he left on the convoy mission. Odo finds the Klingon transport captain had never been in the military, was known to family and friends as a quiet, efficient man who was content in his position. Filed flight plan near border. Klingons suspiciously too willing to answer Odo’s questions. Sisko – Check passengers, maybe someone with grudge against Fed or Worf seized control and took it into battle. Ch’Pok – Concede and I’ll defend Worf back in the Empire. I’ll make sure he’s not put to death. What matters to me is the thrill of the fight, not which side I’m on. Sisko – You want the convoys to stop so the Klingons can move in on the Pentath system. Odo doesn’t find any motive among the passengers, but he’s not giving up. Worf considered an outcast because he sided with the Fed against the Empire in the invasion of Cardassia. For that Gowron stripped me of my name, my family honor. Worf is angry about the treatment he received, felt it unjust. It affected his entire family. The House of Mogh was brought down, your brother was ejected from the High Council in disgrace, your lands seized. And now your son Alexander has to bear the stigma of being the son of a traitor. Worf feels he is hated in the Empire, because of what he did. Ch’Pok suggests that Worf has always been a traitor in his heart, raised by humans, wear their uniform. That is the basic reason Klingons don’t like him. Worf lived with Humans, but his heart is Klingon. When Klingons fired the first shot they became my enemies. There is nothing honorable about killing those who cannot defend themselves. Worf would never attack a defenseless opponent. Ch’Pok - A true Klingon rejoices at the death of his enemy, young, old, armed unarmed. All that matters is the victory. Tell me, Worf, did you weep for those children? Worf – I grieve for them. Ch’Pok – Grieve?! A Klingon does not grieve. They died in glorious battle, they are with the honored dead in Sto-Vo-Kor. They do not want your grief, you dishonor their memory. Worf – You will say anything, you have no honor. Ch’Pok – You live with humans because you’re afraid to live with Klingons. Worf – I fear nothing, and if you would like to pick up a bat’leth and face me with that instead of words, I will prove it to you. Worf told Quark he hoped the Klingons would attack the convoy so he would be able to prove himself in the eyes of other Klingons. Ch’Pok – The person I pity most is Alexander. Because one day he will ask Father, who am I? And Worf will have to answer he is the son of a small frightened man who destroyed a ship full of children just to prove his own courage. Worf knocks Ch’Pok down. I thought you told me you’d never attack an unarmed man. Unless you had something to prove. Odo finds some good news. There is no formal relationship between Klingon Empire and Fed at this time. Difficult to trust each other. It is only prudent to question Fed motives now no longer allies. Sometimes in Klingon best interest to deceive Fed. 441 killed are seared into Ch’Pok’s heart, a list of heroes who died at the hands of a coward. Klingon merchants, soldiers, artists, shopkeepers, children. Fate is a human concept, they simply boarded the wrong ship at the wrong time. Three months ago Klingon transport ship crashed in mountains on Galorda Prime. Ship Worf destroyed was sending out false sensor readings, to discredit Worf, to stop convoys. Worf doesn’t wear his sash over his dress uniform at hearing. O’Brien and Bashir throw party for Worf’s victory at Quark’s. quite a bash. Worf realizes he did have something to prove. He did want vengeance on Klingons. shouldn’t have accepted the mission, should have checked ship reading before firing. Starfleet officers don’t put civilians at risk to save their own lives. Sisko – You’re going to make a hell of a captain someday, because he doesn’t feel lucky after this incident. Sisko reminds him the party isn’t for him as much as it is for them, things got a little tense on the station for a little while. They need a release. Part of being a captain is knowing when to smile, make the troops happy. You have to take care of them. Worf – Life is a great deal more complicated in this red uniform. Innocence B and Neelix looking for polyferranide on moons around Drayan II Find three mile long vein. B and Harry work to find Tuvok and crashed shuttles Hard Time Worf plays darts with recovering O’Brien. He is not keeping score! Darts isn’t really Worf’s game. Worf suggests kayaking in the holosuite. Shattered Mirror 
Trial By Error by Mark Garland P1 Captain Dolras of the military freighter Toknor None of the gruff banter that normally broke the monotony of space travel now that there was that strange dark cloud ahead Good crew Electronic chatter of instrument consoles and soft habitual ratcheting of crew's leather vestments breaking the silence. Lt. Kotren, young science officer, stationed to the captain's left Sensor update! I am recalibrating to primary array P2 Thrann, first officer, took the helm at his captain's request Baring his sharp teeth, instinctive reaction, that of hunter considering his prey, a warrior sizing up a possible foe Space travel had changed the Klingon heart very little, had not lessened the unfailing urge to embrace confrontation, to accept challenge. But more than instinct needed. Passion alone would not make the image or a proper course of action any clearer Dolras' mission was simple; survey a sector of what the High Council considered non-Dominion space in the Gamma Quad, collect sensor data and geological samples, then return to the Alpha Quad. The risk lay in determining if the sector truly was outside the Dominion's primary boundaries. Several unknown vessels had dogged his tail from time to time but none had dared to challenge him. The mission had been quite unremarkable, except for appearance of clouded area of space. Two days ago the Toknor had encountered the remains of a Karama ship, a race known to do business with the Jem'Hadar. Evidence attributes Destroyed by extremely high energy weapons fire. Since establishing their recent presence in Cardassian space, officers of the Klingon Empire had gathered a considerable amount to intelligence on the Jem'Hadar. While it was true the Jem'Hadar possessed formidable weapons, the Toknor's computer could mot attribute the Karama ship's destruction to any of them. Two unknowns, Dolras didn't like it. Could there be a connection? Dolras had stayed near the Karama ship as long as he could, examining unremarkable long-range sensor reports. Then he had moved on deeper into Gamma Quad and farther away from Dominion space, all the while wondering what was out there waiting for them. So far he considered the mission a success because it had resulted in a considerable store of new planetary and even some cultural data of the kind that could be analyzed to provide valuable trade and military intelligence. And Klingon mission parameters did not necessarily include the investigation of space phenomena, which ordinarily was all well and good to Dolras's mind. But this unidentified energy field had been following his freighter ever since the Toknor had left orbit around a small, rather unremarkable planetoid. It seemed to be studying them. He would see what their little cloud did. The field continues to pace us. This anomaly was becoming a real concern Two point one days away from wormhole, at warp six Warp six nearly the max sustainable speed for the Toknor. Dolras knew he could squeeze warp six point five out of her for at least two point one days. The Toknor had been completing a sensor sweep, traveling at three-quarters impulse since leaving the planetoid Tell us something worthwhile. Forehead ridges damp with sweat, his expression intensely serious Some years ago Dolras would have censured the young officer even when he was giving everything of the little they had, but not now, not yet Dolras had been in space for too many decades; he preferred to save his energies for times that truly required them. The phenomena was clearly outside even the computer's knowledge. Prepare a sensor probe for launch. Low-pitched ping of departing probe resounded through the ship We will investigate this energy field up close and find out why it insists on following us. At once! Kotren said. It did not register? How could that be? He could see it. Dolras watched Thrann tap at his controls Pale orange light of the ship's tractor beam Then destroy the probe - Dolras nodded to himself. that would cccertainly solve the problem. Target disrupters Powering disrupters. Target acquired. Shields up! Prepare for impact! He braced himself. Dolras swore under his breath This strange curiosity was well on its way to becoming his most vexing adversary Dolras didn't like mysteries Modify our forward disrupter array to emit a diffused electrostatic charge, reverse polarity. It could send that thing, whatever it is, running for home A bright red beam of electrostatic energy hit the cloud. Dolras gaped. It was beautiful, almost mesmerizing. The computer compensated for the increased brightness Status! Warning klaxons abruptly sounded. Engage! Thrann hastily manipulated the helm controls Dolras took a deep, calming breath Perhaps the disruptor array had been a mistake. But at least they were safe now. Dolras felt a hardness in his stomach. The energy field is pursuing us To his surprise the image came into the shape of a starship Impossible, Dolras scoffed, clenching one fist as the frustration built within him. I have never heard of a cloaking device like this. Thrann - Their technology must be well beyond our own. I recommend firing on it, with or without a lock. Dolras - First, open hailing frequencies. Tell them to identify themselves and break off their pursuit or we will open fire. Thrann, prepare a photon torpedo. Dolras closed one eye and fixed the other on the dark object still following his freighter. He felt a twinge of earned pleasure. Enough was enough. Tactical onscreen. He watched the computer's representation of the torpedo. How if that possible? - Dolras came halfway out of his seat, ttthen lowering himself heavily back down. He clutched the arms of his command chair. Fire again! Fire at will! Dolras heard the agitation in Thrann's voice. Despite their training and seasoning, his crew members had little actual combat experience. Still, they were Klingons, they would perform their duties, and he would do the same. Divert as much power as possible to aft shields Dolras held on to his chair, teeth bared, growling deep in his throat, finding no words to express his fury. The Ops officer scrambled to put out a fire that had started near the science station Dolras forced his growl to become a speaking voice. Six point three fasted speed anyone could expect from such a ship His mission was to return with the information and samples he had spent so many months gathering, not a glorious mission perhaps, but an important one nonetheless. He did not intend to fail.' Chief engineer's resounding reply. Good, Dolras thought. Someone knew how to respond to an emergency When we reach the Alpha Quadrant we can arrange to rendezvous with a Klingon attack force, Dolras told Thrann privately. Together we will know victory and we will finally learn who is behind this. P19 Lt. Commander Worf came in. The Klingon cut a striking figure. His long black hair, pulled back in a pony tail, the stark Klingon forehead ridges, the trimmed black beard seemed to complement the red and black of his Starfleet uniform. Klingons looked more natural in dark leather and metal, Quark thought, though right now he was glad there weren't any of the natural kind around. Klingons had already proven to be more trouble than they were worth as customers. They were prone to violence, and it usually cost more to clean up after them than they spent. Worf paused to scan the room, then sat down at the far end of the bar, alone. P24 the brief war between Cardassia and the Klingon Empire, and the Klingons' continued presence in this sector, had created problems for everyone. Cardassia and Klingon governments similar, long history of predominantly military rule. Almost no common ground existed between the two races. Cardassian visitors to DS 9 remained quite bitter about the Klingons' attacks on their territories. Worf turned to the two Cardassian junior officers - Are you in need of assistance? He asked loudly and clearly, civil but with a look that did not match his civil words P85 civilians worry about the Klingons going to war with the Federation P89 a Klingon military class freighter comes through wormhole, long dark spacecraft, narrow toward the front, bulky in the middle, a wide wedge configuration at the stern. Hard angles in dark gray characterized its hull. Even at a glance Sisko could tell it was of Klingon design. The freighter's warp core is on the verge of overload. Entire vessel has sustained heavy damage, residual energy patterns indicate heavy weapons fire. Reading enough life signs to account for most of the crew. The freighter is well armed and its crew would normally include a number of trained Klingon warriors The burns appear to match those made by Klingon disrupters. Other weapons would leave similar traces It's possible the Klingons are fighting each other, it had happened before. It isn't like Klingons to run from a fight, Klingons don't usually retreat. Audio only message coming from freighter Dolras' halting shaken voice. He had been through a pretty bad time. Dolras - We require immediate assistance. You and your station are about to come under attack. Extensive damage to hull, no shields remaining, warp and impulse engines completely off-line. Hull breached starboard side, loose atmosphere. Still some life signs, thruster discharge. Long section of hull tumbled off toward outer Bajoran system. Forward disrupter banks still functional and partially charged, still trying to fight back. That sounded like the Klingons Sisko was used to. Arm weaponry, Sisko commanded, which drew a satisfied nod from Worf. Toknor completely destroyed Worf said, showing none of the emotion Sisko knew he must be feeling. Open a channel to the Klingon sector command P106 Disrupters bleed plasma all over the place when they're fired. They leave a trail of polarized energy wherever they go in space. it can take weeks for the solar winds to dissipate the trail. The military freighter class of ship is not ordinarily equipped with cloaking equipment Klingon cloaking devices become fully effective within seconds after it is activated Worf outranked Major Kira but did not question Sisko leaving her in command. P112 Thank the Prophets for Dax. Kira had always been able to rely on Dax, both as a friend and science officer, and Kira felt an added sense of assurance as she looked at Worf. Kira understood what it meant to be a warrior, a soldier, and to have that be the focus of your life. Kira knew the value of experience combined with expertise, which she decided was a fair description of DS 9's Strategic Operations officer. P118 Bajoran girl Elliena knows a little about Cardassians, and understands they aren't all that different from Klingons when you get down to it. P135 the Klingons have not responded to DS 9's requests for information. Two ships approach DS 9 at warp speed, a Bird of Prey and a Vor'cha-class attack cruiser. They are dropping to impulse and both have shields up The dark, bearded face of a stocky middle-aged Klingon P136 Drokas, commander, I have been sent by the High Council to determine precisely what has happened to our freighter. I will hear your explanation now. I can assure I did not come here to be played with. Gowron will not be pleased with anything less than the truth. I do not know what your game is but I have no intention of playing it. The freighter had no special technologies Kira knew Commander Worf and the House of Gowron were not on the best of terms. Drokas took a shallow breath - We received a distress call from Captain Dolras of the freighter Toknor. He indicated they were under attack at DS 9. Then we lost the signal. We scanned the debris near this station, and we know it came from the Toknor. Drokas snapped, the sound of rage coloring his voice - a fascinating story, but Klingons do not believe in ghost ships. I believe none of this! Ahh, now I am to believe a traitor. Drokas replied to Worf directly, narrowing his eyes. The two Klingons glared at each other. Sensor logs can be manufactured almost as easily as your stories Kira didn't know how Drokas knew, but she was certain that lately the Klingon Empire had been keeping a close eye on DS 9. It might be, Drokas said, with a sudden slight grin, a predatory look that offered no comfort. If some of the crew escaped the Toknor in life pods before it was destroyed, then went back through the wormhole, your runabout could have been sent to finish the job so the survivors could not talk. The shadows deepened between the ridges on his forehead. What mission the Toknor was on is of no consequence to the investigation. I do not believe your report, and neither will Gowron. He is not amused by either Fed treachery or Bajoran lies. When he hears of this, you will realize the gravity of your error. With a violent wave of his hand toward one of his officers, Drokas broke contact. Both cruisers are engaging thrusters. They are moving off. They go through the wormhole. Just as well, Worf grumbled. P153 Quark, with a strong assist from one of Worf's large hands, reluctantly stumbled forward P162 Drokas's ships do warp eight point six P173 Worf feels responsible for disappearance of Jake's runabout, he was the one who suggested trying full thrust They may need Worf's help dealing with the Klingons P185 if the Klingons aren't scanning us yet, they soon will be, you can count on it. Vor'cha class attack cruiser the Imperial fleet's largest and most powerful type of vessel I am Drokas, commanding a task force charged with investigating the destruction of our freighter, the Toknor, at DS 9. That seemed to slow the big Klingon's verbal charge, but Sisko knew he would recover quickly Drokas - I am running short on patience. Obviously you are here testing secret weapons and technologies, and we have caught you at it. It is also clear to me that the Toknor must have stumbled onto one of your secrets when it passed this way, and you were willing to destroy our freighter in order to keep that secret. A base on that planetoid, perhaps? A Fed attempt to assert control over this entire sector? Drokas shouted - Silence! I have heard this story of Klingon attacking Klingon, of ghost ships disappearing. This is a Fed lie. I have no intention of believing anything so preposterous. But I will get at the truth, Captain, I assure you. Drokas seemed to be a staunch, experienced warrior from the old school, a notably more popular faction in the Klingon Empire these days. He also seemed to be having a very bad day. Provoking him further would be counterproductive. Perhaps Sisko couldn't dispel Drokar's federation fantasies, but if experience was any measure, he suspected that Drokas would soon have bigger problems to worry about. While Klingons had many strengths, they could be intractable and slow to adapt, especially in confrontational situations. Drokas - you think me too suspicious, but I have survived a very long time that way. Sisko - there is a difference between caution and paranoia. Drokas - and between heroes and fools. I am no fool. I do not believe your stories, and I see no reason to trust you. I am being lied to by you just as I was lied to by that intractable Bajoran officer on DS 9. I will not listen to this nonsense any longer. My mission here is clear. Yours is not. We are the ones with nothing to hide, not you. And we have lost a ship and crew! You say this only to trick me! Drokas challenged, churning in his chair, as if the urge to leap up and physically engage his opponent might overwhelm him. Sisko repressed a wince as the leather segments in the Klingon's uniform made a chorus of ratcheting sounds. Five minutes, Captain, Drokas came back, pounding his clenched fist on the arm of his command chair. That is how long you have before I open fire. The screen went suddenly dark The Klingons have got full weapons lock on us The comm channel is open but they're not responding Drokas - A reasonable suggestion. You could raise shields at least as quickly as we could fire our weapons. No I will not bow to your suggestion; you will bow to my orders. Your time is up. I am giving you one last chance to comply. Sisko - Attacking us won't solve your problems. Drokas - I will be the judge of that. Last chance. Sisko - But we don't have any information to give you! Drokas - A pity. Again the screen went dark The cruiser is powering up its forward disrupter. They're targeting the phantom runabout. Disrupter fire blazed from the two Klingon ships, scoring direct hits, but their beams passed straight through. The Klingons fire on the Rubicon next. Shook hard with the violence of the attack cruiser's massive disrupter assault. Drokas's ships fired again. The sound echoed through the hull with deafening volume. The attack cruiser's next shot went to the Rubicon's port quarter, grazing the nacelles. A low energy precision shot. They could have destroyed Rubicon but didn't. The phantom runabout drew within point-blank range of the Klingons and opened fire, first on the bird-of-prey, then on the cruiser. Direct hit on Drokas's ship, heavy damage to their shields. The Klingons immediately fired back. Disrupters lashed out once more. Twice more all three ships fired, sending streams of bright energy crisscrossing each other through space. seconds later there was a series of violent explosions. The Klingon bird-of-prey veered off the attack. Drokas's shields are down to twelve percent. The bird of prey has lost shields and taken heavy structural damage. They've still got partial impulse. They're trying to circle around and catch the runabout in a crossfire Sisko - Drokas, call off your attack! You can't damage the phantom ship. you're going to get yourselves killed. Drokas shouted back, his signal coming in on audio only - You will be dealt with before this is through! The Klingon cruiser closing in, beginning another attack. The phantom's beam struck the Bird-of-prey amidships. The initial explosion seemed to break the Klingon ship nearly in half just before it erupted in a series of smaller explosions. A moment later nothing recognizable remained among the spreading debris cloud where the warship had been. Drokas has apparently ceased firing for now. Adjusting course away from us. Go to warp. P215 Worf - As far as I can determine, the Aulep, the Rylep and the Ferengi are entirely without honor. I do not know how such races can survive. Dax advised Worf that it might be advisable for him to say as little as possible. P222 Quark - Perhaps even the Klingons would be interested in a trade agreement with the Beshiel of the Gamma Quadrant. I certainly don't think the Jem'Hadar or anyone is eager to attack them. Worf shot back a look of collusion - I can not speak for my people, but they are clearly attempting to establish themselves on both sides of the wormhole. Trade is already a part of that effort. And I'm sure they would welcome, equally, any attempt to assist or to stop them. Kira, on the station and dealing with the people in this sector, although Worf outranked her, he had never challenged her authority here. But aboard a starship traveling into the unknown, Worf was clearly the veteran, and he had made the Defiant his personal pastime, had even moved into one of its crew quarters. Kira had no reservations about deferring to him now. Commander, she said, standing straight before him, You will command this mission. Worf looked at her with solemn eyes and nodded once. Acknowledged, he said simply. He turned to address the others. We will assemble aboard the Defiant in thirty minutes. P247 Worf leaned to one side of the Defiant's command chair. He hadn't been off the Enterprise that long, but at times it seemed like ages. It felt good to be back aboard a starship. He shifted his weight, feeling restless. Something inside him, a combination of Klingon blood and Starfleet training, perhaps, or the pulse of the engines in the deck beneath his feet, drove him to want to take action. He wasn't sure why, but he had always felt that way. Dax has already entered the heading for the planetoid. Worf nodded, not the least bit surprised. Worf - Very well, engage at warp nine. Prepare for possible cloaking. Time to take a quick inspection tour of the ship. The Defiant wasn't his, but for now it was his responsibility. Drokas' ship headed toward wormhole, traveling at high warp. Firing photon torpedoes at phantom ship following them. Drokas, hit by return fire, drops out of warp. A stealthy approach with the cloak would help to keep them out of harm's way, but Worf wanted those ships to know the Defiant had arrived on the scene. He had questions that needed answers, and he had to assume time was short. Besides, he'd had his fill of ghosts for a while. Worf arms all weapons. Drokas may know where Sisko and the runabouts are. If he is destroyed by the phantom ship he will not tell us anything. Odo - Drokas might consider us an annoyance or a threat. Worf- Either way I do not intend to let him prevent us from finding the captain. If they want a fight I intend to give them one. If they require assistance, we will supply that as well. There were any number of reasons why Drokas might not respond and Worf didn't like any of them. Drokas' ship has already taken a beating. Shields nearly depleted. Warp core intact but main engines off-line. Numerous other systems failures, including aft disrupters. No answer to hails. Drokas is up to something, reading a massive energy buildup in the cruiser's warp core. It'll consume the containment fields and generators in a matter of minutes. Drokas's cruiser has engaged impulse engines, moves toward second phantom cruiser. It is a possibility that they're going to blow themselves up. They jettison their warp core, its headed straight for the second cruiser, Drokas is using the most destructive weapon he has left against his opponent, Worf said, feeling a tinge of admiration. Sacrificing their only means of returning home, but if successful they will have won. Except they aren't moving away fast enough, at this rate they're going to get caught in their own blast. Worf - Drokas, listen to me! You are not thinking your actions through. Consider the mistakes of Dolras and the Toknor and do not repeat them. We have to join forces. It is our only chance of defeating this adversary. Drokas - It is a little late to join forces. He looked a mess, dark smudge on side of face, hair wet and matted behind right ear. smoke and sparks filled the air and one crewman, visible at his post, had a bleeding wound on his left shoulder where part of a bulkhead or ceiling panel had apparently fallen on him. Worf - It is not too late. Allow us to help you. Trust me, Drokas. Drokas - How do I know I can trust you? Worf - You have already made that decision. Drokas frowned, then nodded once - very well. Worf has Defiant tow Drokas clear of blast Worf loosened his fierce grip on the arms of the command chair. Odo to Worf - How did you know Drokas would trust you? Worf - Drokas has a great deal of experience. A warrior does not last that long without learning to judge those he encounters quickly and correctly. Drokas has impulse engines online again, but he's turning away Hail him, Worf said, letting irritation show in his tone, feeling better for it. Drokas narrowed his eyes, he sounded utterly cheerless - it would appear you know more than we do. Perhaps it is you who should explain all this to me. Worf- Until you have answers for us, do not require any of us. Drokas - Then we have very little to talk about. Worf said slowly- Perhaps you are right Drokas - I'll say this for you, Worf, you are not what I would have expected. Worf - And you are everything I expected Drokas stared from the screen for a moment, silent, then nodded once, a barely perceptible movement, and signed off. Worf - Drokas no longer has the resources to attack the phantom ships, and I believe he knows that even fully armed, attacking them is suicide. Odo - So was attacking the station but that didn't stop Gowron and half the Klingon Empire from trying it a few months ago. Drokas starts back toward wormhole, the journey will take months at partial impulse, shadowed by phantom warship. P272 Worf unaware of game of catch. The Muse Worf, in workout clothes, Jadzia and Kira in Camelot outfits, listen to Lwaxana Troi’s tale of woe about her marriage to Jeyal. Afterwards everyone is so depressed, Worf would like to take a walk. Jadzia, Quark, O’Brien, Kira, Bashir, at Odo and Lwaxana’s wedding. No Worf. Lwaxana goes home to Betazed. The Thaw B and Harry go into Kohl computer generated hibernation state. B is allowed to be recalled, Harry is kept prisoner. She understands the way the system operates. For the Cause Worf at Eddington’s level 7 security briefing. It seems that during their recent invasion of Cardassia the Klingons inflicted far more damage then we’ve been led to believe. Two weeks ago the civilian government secretly contacted Federation asking for industrial replicators. 12 class 4 CFI replicators. The Klingons have destroyed the industrial base of literally dozens of Cardassian worlds. Secrecy because Maquis might stop or seize replicators. Cardassians have been so busy fending off the Klingons they’ve basically given a free hand to the Maquis in the DMZ. DMZ between Cardassia and Fed has become an hot bed of increasing terrorist activity in the past months. Starfleet Intelligence suspects Maquis have several new bases in the badlands. Worf – Without the Cardassian military to stop them the Maquis have the perfect opportunity to drive the Cardassians out of the DMZ, permanently. Sisko – Worf, tomorrow I want you to take Defiant and patrol Badlands, show the flag. Odo and Eddington present their suspicions about Kasidy Yates being a Maquis smuggler. Bajor to Bajoran colony Dreon VII 12 hours, 18 hours with a side trip into the Badlands. If she’s a Maquis she’s no longer a Fed citizen. Aiding terrorist activity serious offence. Kavaria near Badlands, Rolor Nebula near Badlands. Sisko orders Worf and Eddington to follow, and observe Xhosa. Worf – The Maquis are terrorists, little more than criminals, and criminals always make mistakes. They should be hunted down and destroyed. O’Brien – they’re fighting for something they believe in. defending their home. What would you do? Worf- I would not become a terrorist, it would be dishonorable. The Defiant observes the Xhosa rendezvous with Maquis raider, transfer food, medicines. Kasidy introduced Jake morning raktajino, extra sweet, with bread, no crust, for breakfast. Foam when bread in raktajino, tastes like weird peppermint. Eddington maneuvers Sisko and Defiant trailing uselessly after Xhosa while he and Maquis take 12 industrial replicators in Vulcan freighter. Worf has the bridge when Sisko and Odo go over to Xhosa. Kasidy was told medical supplies were very important. Kasidy dropped her crew off at Maquis base, she came back. The 34th Rule by Armin Shimerman & David R. George III p64 that’s like having a Klingon question your sensitivity. Unless you happened to be an active volcano, the Klingon would have no basis to do so. P177 as the strategic operations officer for this sector, Worf’s primary duty was to coordinate the activities of Starfleet vessels in the region. Within that context, his routine observations of the Bajoran sector might allow him to provide some insight into missing ships. Worf had not served on DS9 for very long, Sisko suspected he had not yet fully acclimated to his new environment. Fresh form duty aboard a starship, it seemed likely that Worf still did not understand the rhythms of the station and its crew, nor the sometimes-unorthodox manner in which Sisko commanded. Worf aware of rumors about small ships being attacked in nearby space, from sources Worf does not consider to be credible. Worf asked with obvious surprise about engaging the cloaking device. It a way it pleased Sisko; his newest crew member was perhaps not as stiff and as unacclimated as he had thought. Worf was at least comfortable enough, and obviously strong and independent enough, to question his commanding officer Worf was an expert at spacecraft classification, DY1100; DY700. P196 Worf hailed the Ferengi vessel with obvious reluctance. It was plain to see that the Klingon believed proposing anything to the Ferengi would be unseemly. Jadzia Dax possessed more practical knowledge about Ferengi society than any other Starfleet officer on DS9. Worf addressed Sisko discreetly. The Ferengi are not to be trusted, particularly in light of their superior numbers. Prior to his posting on DS9 Sisko knew Worf had served seven years aboard a Galaxy-class starship, six of those as chief of security; apparently such training died hard. Jadzia Dax – You know Worf, the Ferengi aren’t afraid to use those ears of theirs. As far as Sisko could tell, Worf was not amused P218 Jadzia reads strange ships as having Klingon-style disruptors and Starfleet-style photon torpedoes, Bajor has purchased them for defense P240 Personally Worf held Shakaar and the Bajoran people in very high esteem. He respected their willingness to fight for that in which they believed, as well as their strength of character in protecting and nourishing those beliefs. Adm. Whatley – With the Dominion threat, the uncertainties with the Klingons and the Cardassians, and the obvious importance of the wormhole Starfleet Command and the Fed Council wants nothing to jeopardize our presence on DS 9. Worf comes to the conclusion that someone if manipulating events to instigate a war between the Bajorans and the Ferengi, weaken DS 9. Worf believed it was only a matter of time until the Cardassian Obsidian Order emerged stronger than before. P249 the disruptors on the Bajoran ships are of an outmoded design, they’re at lest two generations behind those in use now on the Klingon heavies P255 Worf reports that Starfleet has had numerous encounters with this class of Ferengi Marauder over the years without blowing one up P274 the potential culprits who would want the wormhole were plentiful, the Founders, the Klingons, the Cardassians, the Romulans, even the Tholians. P304 the Klingon restaurant closed a couple of days ago. The chef had been making do with replicated substitutes for native Klingon foods, but it wasn’t the same, you could really taste the difference with a lot of the fare. Replicators were less effective in mimicking foods derived form animate sources. When he was forced to close the chef was considering declaring war on the Ferengi himself. Sisko thinks the primary reason Klingons can be so aggressive is that food they eat. Jadzia assures Sisko its tasty, Sisko never had the stomach for it. Curzon loved Rokeg blood pie. Delicious. Sisko tends to avoid dishes that have the word blood in them. Then Jadzia guesses he won’t want to know what the word rokeg means Sisko supposes they’re no such thing as a Klingon vegetarian P387 if the Ferengi take control of the wormhole they would have to defend it from Klingons, Romulans, Cardassians. Tuvix B took botanical science classes, thought them useless at the time. The Quickening Worf infuriated. he ordered a glass of prune juice from the replicator in Defiant’s mess, got it in a Quark’s mug Resolutions B upset that Chakotay and Janeway have to spend the rest of their lives on the planet B chews out ensign for shoddy report. She can’t get anything done, no one can concentrate on their work. She doesn’t feel great about the situation, but she doesn’t let it get in the way of her work. Harry chats up B, how are the Maquis taking it? Frankly she can’t think of anything they can do. Take a deep breath and move on. When Harry has an idea, B is willing to listen. B’s DNA might help cure the Vidiian phage. Bargaining chip. [Not used] To the Death Worf’s seat in the Defiant mess hall. Don’t sit in it. Jadzia warns the unwary. Jadzia commiserates with O’Brien about children. Worf enters, orders prune juice, extra large. Stares Bashir out of his seat. Worf – Adopting a siege mentality is ultimately self-defeating. Jem’Hadar Omet’iklan – Even without weapons we are more than a match for you. Worf – I would not be so certain of that. Jem’Hadar are interested to note Worf is a Klingon. Worf recalls for Sisko his mission with Picard when Iconian homeworld was discovered. They were forced to destroy Gateway there to keep it from falling into the hands of the Romulans, Starfleet command supported our decision. Worf – You are asking us to lie to the Jem’Hadar about the mission we will be on with them. It is not honorable. Worf admits the fight ahead will be difficult. Toman’torax – It is as you said, the Klingon will to fight pales in comparison to our own. Jem2 – Yes, he has the look of a warrior, but the heart of a coward. Worf steps up – IF you would like to test my courage Toman’torax – One day, the Klingon Empire will fall before the Jem’Hadar. And when that day comes and piles of Klingons lie dead at my feet, I will think of you who standing here impotent and weak. And I will laugh. Sisko and Omet’iklan have to separate them. Jem’Hadar guards always work in teams of three. Usually. Worf – What is the point of doing battle if you cannot enjoy the fruits of your victory? I mean spending long nights singing songs of your deeds. Good food, good drink. We consider Klingon women our partners. They are the mothers of our children. Jadzia – And a lot of fun at parties, too. Worf – True. Worf – Loyalty bought at such a price as the Jem’Hadar addiction to white, is no loyalty at all. Worf brawls with Toman’torax, who has always wanted to kill a Klingon. Worf admits to Sisko first that he started it. Sisko confines Worf to quarters when not on duty. Toman’torax is killed by Omet’iklan. Jadzia came to see Worf when he was confined to quarters. As Sisko’s Executive Officer Worf cautions Sisko about going on mission with Jem’Hadar who have sworn to kill him. Worf doesn’t think Sisko will follow the recommendation, but he hopes Sisko will take advice not to turn his back on Omet’iklan. Worf – I also want you to know that if somehow he does manage to carry out his threat, Worf will make sure he does not live to boast about it. Sisko – That’s very reassuring, Mr. Worf. Worf slashes his way through Jem’Hadar guarding entrance, with duffle bag Odo on his back. Jadzia covers for him. Worf carries out injured Starfleet officer, dumps him on the ground. Body Parts Worf and Jadzia calm O’Brien when Keiko off on botanical mission. Quark has a couple of debts to Klingons, to pay off, maybe, before he dies. Quark to Brunt – We don’t collect contracts under these circumstances. We’re not Klingons, we’re businessmen. Jadzia’s sister sent her really ugly set of glassware, which she donates to restart Quark’s. Vengeance by Dafydd ab Hugh Vengeance 9 Worf did not react, but O’Brien knew his friend well, the Klingon was exulting on the inside with the joy of pending battle, especially a dangerous mission behind lines as a spy. Dax would go wherever there was action Sisko orders Worf to put together a skeleton crew for ht5e Defiant, volunteers only, with excellent hand to hand, in case we run into Jem’Hadar. The Klingon could not keep a snarl of battlefield pleasure out of his voice. Two Klingon birds of prey follow small ship out of wormhole from Gamma Quad, firing disruptors on it. Sisko turned over responsibility for Defiant’s launch to Worf, and demanded a detailed briefing from Dax on recent Klingon activity around the wormhole. Klingon shave had 5 ships in the last two weeks, cloaked, in and out of the wormhole. One of the birds of prey fired a torpedo There were rumors of high level, political contact between Gowron and the Fed Council. The Klingon-Fed alliance was off, at the moment Another incident between the Defiant and Klingon warships might have diplomatic repercussions far beyond them A third Klingon ship, a new, small, lightly armed patrol vessel decloaked practically at the side of the Fed vessel. No disruptors, just shields. New ship modulates its shields Worf recognizes Klingon ploy, disrupt shields of Defiant, destroy ship they were pursuing Two birds of prey head back to wormhole at full impulse. Worf investigates wreckage to find ground-zero of explosion 21 Worf – I was afraid of this, the Klingon s have perfected a weapon they were only testing when I was last on the homeworld. A new weapon-delivery system. Sisko reasonably familiar with Klingon battle tactics. Curzon Dax instructed Sisko, a friend of many old Klingon warriors The legendary battle of Fom Kerdeth. At Fom Kerdeth, Bardak Linron the traitor fought the forces of Kahless to a standstill. Many dead were recorded during those six days, and many songs have been sung. But Kahless finally lost the battle when Bardak sent his best general, Renarg, to negotiate terms for separating the combatants. Renarg entered the tent of Kahless’s high command with an arrogant list of demands, but his terms were a ruse, for he had strapped high explosives all around his body, concealed beneath his armor and clothing. He detonated the munitions, sacrificing himself to kill Kahless’s entire general staff. It is only by a miracle that the Emperor himself survived; he had stepped out to relieve himself from the night’s drinking. Klingons have long theorized that any ship, of any size, can be destroyed by transporting a bomb directly to the engineering deck next to the antimatter containment field, or to the bridge if you want to preserve the ship as a trophy. The idea is to detonate a bomb aboard your own ship, transporting it just as the explosion initiates, so there is no time for the target to transport it into space or back aboard your own ship. Transporting though shields has always been the difficult point. The High Council spent years secretly funding Project Renarg, trying to develop a method for momentarily interrupting a target ship’s shield. Two years ago, Worf took the initiative to quickly read through a classified abstract of the current theory; the researchers believe that if you pilot a ship without a shield up to the target, then activate the shield set to a frequency whose wave crests and troughs are the exact mirror image of the target’s shield, it will cancel out both shields. But only for a moment, only until target remodulates, a second or so. Only need a second. The Klingons now have the capacity to destroy any ship in the Fed fleet. Worf sounded almost apologetic, an odd tone of voice from a Klingon warrior. Why use the new secret weapon here and now? Worf made a point every few days of emphasizing he was Starfleet, concerned that others might grow suspicious of his loyalties 32 O’Brien remembered his history. The Fed had had many conflicts with the Klingon Empire, each time Starfleet barely winning against their more aggressive and vicious opponents for one major reason, the Klingons were impetuous and tended to attack before they were fully ready. They didn’t wait for a workable strategy, they never quite had the technology to match Starfleet. Starfleet had always held the technological and strategic edge. The Jem’Hadar enjoyed a technological advantage over Starfleet. The Gowron Incident, when the Founders infiltrated, manipulated the Klingons If the Founders have allied with the Klingons, with Jem’Hadar technology and the Klingon presence throughout the Alpha Quadrant, the Founders can project their force anywhere in the galaxy. Kira – it smells like a Klingon tactic. No offense Worf Worf – I choose not to take offense. In a tone of voice that meant he took very great offense indeed. I do not believe the report of Klingon-Jem’Hadar alliance. That would be dishonorable. I cannot imagine that any honorable Klingon would sign a secret treaty with the Dominion, but Gowron has acted without honor before. He betrayed the Cardassians, he treacherously attacked Deep Space Nine, his Fed allies, without warning. I cannot entirely rule out the possibility. Dax – The Klingons I’ve fought with were all honorable warriors. Well, at least since the Cult of Kahless arose a few decades ago. I can’t believe that even Gowron would ally with the Founders. Especially after what they almost did to him. O’Brien – it’s a different era now, old days of Klingon glory and honor, Worf would be honored instead of discommodated. Odo – In the memory pool the impression was very clear of the Founder’ fascination with the Klingon Empire; they see Klingons as the Alpha Quadrant version of the Jem’Hadar, the best material to be converted into servants of the Dominion. Sisko – Worf, begin working up the Defiant crew for a dangerous run. Sisko needed to leave Worf behind, he needs an experienced battlefield commander in charge of DS 9. there are still Klingons about. If Worf is here, he probably won’t have to fight. Not many commanders would attack an angry Klingon with several thousand photon torpedoes in his pocket. Worf wasn’t going to like it. Worf – I will not be left behind like a, like a Ferengi! They are my people, my problem, my mission. Dax’s first impulse was to bolt, get away from the raging bull, but she had long since learned that Worf’s Klingon rages burned themselves out quickly. Dax – Commander Worf, yItamchoH! Do you still have any honor left, or are you a verengan Ha’DIbaH? By Klingon law Jadzia Dax had just challenged Worf to combat, potentially to the death. Am I his comrades in arms now, or just his woman? Klingon women did not lightly insult the honor of their men Worf – I apologize. I have felt the rage since I first herd bout the alliance. Jadzia felt shame at the honor of her old friends impugned Pylon IV, home of the Defiant Defiant gone two days Worf preferred to command from Kira’s weapon station. Finds the solitude of near deserted DS 9 refreshing, except for O’Brien’s audio torture of whistling. Worf is uncomfortable having to take Odo’s place in watching Quark, and Rom. Rom is the brother of his brother! He is still under the thumb of Quark. Worf growled, curling his lip and baring his sharp teeth The cloaked Klingon destroyer has remained stationary for two days, shears off the subspace emitter of DS 9 Symptoms of disruptor stun – not focus eyes, flushed and nauseated, hearing gone Bomb transported into Ops stuns everyone. Characteristic vertical patterns of Klingon transporter A dozen Klingons beamed aboard, pointing disruptors in all directions Bat’leths the more usual weapon for a Klingon to carry for hand-to-hand combat strike-force commander Shrill whine of Klingon disruptor Essentially electrical discharge from the disruptor deflected by electro-magnetic power grid surrounding the turbolift Worf, son of Mogh, loyal and honorable subject of the Klingon Empire of a most ancient and honorable house Klingon uniform of a colonel general Insulting implication of faithlessness years earlier, back on the Enterprise, or even a year ago on DS 9, Worf would have spit some angry insult at his captor. But he was older, he felt older. He did not react as impulsively as the green lieutenant he once had been. Five meters, by Klingon custom far enough not to imply an immediate challenge, close enough not to appear cowed. 51 Malach of the noble and honorable house of Razg. Colonel General. Blood brother to Worf. A house of honor would not launch a sneak attack without much to gain. I am sure you will fight well and you will earn an honorable peace in Sto-vo-Kor. But that will not help the Empire much. Malach launched this military engagement not only for Klingons, but for humans and their lackey in the Federation. Is this what the honor of my blood-brother had fled in favor of, a criminal act of cowardice? [deadly insult, provoke a challenge to fight to the death] Worf not seen Malach for more than two decades, since they were both young boys at the military academy in Emperor Kahless Military City. In the year before the house of Mogh removed to Khitomer. it was while Worf and Malach were at the academy that they swore the blood oath. Worf was six, Malach eight. But the oath was official and witnessed. Malach has issued strict orders; kill no one. for a Klingon to kill or attempt to kill, or even to act in wanton disregard for Fed life on this mission, is to earn the dishonorable death of a traitor. Disruptors could be set on stun, not so bat’leths In the berserk fury of battle what Klingon could resist taking an arm, a leg, or a head, if he held the bladed crescent in his hands? Percolate through his skull like the morning’s first raktajino Malach swore to Gowron that Worf would cooperate. You should not have sworn for another The warriors glared at Worf with nothing but contempt, knowing who he was and seeing the uniform he wore Acting more like a Cardassian plotter than a Klingon Malach wants Worf’s assistance in getting the Fed to recognize DS 9 Klingon territory You will give me your word as a Klingon warrior and as my blood brother that no defender will be hurt May the Emperor Kahless ensure it is enough Worf never liked Malach’s absurdist humor even when they were children Worf – I betray my Starfleet oath only to save the hostages Worf – So it has come to this, I pass from warrior to space-lawyer His cheeks stinging from the humiliation Rodek, son of Noggra. A fine family. He was wounded in the Cardassian war and has lost his memory of his former life, but he is a brave and honorable warrior with an astonishing natural grasp of strategy. I think he could perhaps command his own ship or cohort someday. Kurn was a general who commanded his own fleet. Kurn was unable to live with the shame of his brother Worf dishonored, their house discommodated. Kurn had demanded to die at his brother’s hands during the rite of Mauk to’Vor but Sisko would not permit it on DS 9. instead Kurn’s brain had been whitewashed, his entire identity obliterated, and the name Rodek, son of Noggra, painted across the now-blank canvas. Seeing Kurn, Rodek, shook Worf more than he allowed himself to admit. The pride of a Klingon, the face that must at any cost be saved. The memory tasted like ashes. The damage wrought by the core of Worf’s soul, the core of any Klingon; honor. If honor led to this, the blank face of what used to be Kurn, then what was honor but a bitter joke played upon Worf by the cruel jesting gods of Klingon folklore? Klingons swarm Promenade, mow people down. Jake escapes. Post Anjilon Prime. Jake sees Worf leading the Klingon forces. A mob of bloodthirsty Klingons lead by Worf the Betrayer The disruptor shot hit the railing beneath Jake’s feet, causing his legs to spasm with the electrical jolt. Another jolt of current flashed through Jake. Malach wears a much decorated uniform of high rank Malach reaches out and grab’s Klingon firing at Jake in a headlock, yanks and twists his arms savagely, breaking other’s neck. The vagarities of Klingon table manners O’Brien hurt by how quickly Worf reverted to his own kind. Slit his throat with a bat’leth or cave in his skull with a well-aimed bootheel The foulest smelling Klingon Bashir had ever run across poked him with a meaty finger A sharp eared Klingon non-com The damn disruptor is wearing off. You miserable worm. I will tear your cowardly eyes from your head Worf, the man for whom honor and loyalty defined his life Worf’s face was flooded with a sadness and desperation wholly inappropriate and unexpected in the face of a Klingon Barking orders in the typical Klingon style, accompanied by threats and snarling denunciations of his troops’ honor and courage Small room off the Promenade that once was a bistro serving bad Klingon food. The Klingon cook, whom Worf never patronized, saying he preferred replicated human food to badly prepared Klingon food, had left with the first wave of emigrants, probably because he could only survive as a restaurateur with a population density high enough that some were forced to patronize his eatery by necessity. The place still smelled like rotting flesh. At the maximal stun setting a Klingon disruptor would put a human or Bajoran out for at least three hours An albino Denebian bloodworm 79 Dax – Damn it, can’t anyone in the Federation understand the Klingon concept of honor? It was a never-ending source of frustration for the Trill. In her many lifetimes she had more than once fought alongside Klingon blood-brothers and sisters, developing a tremendous respect for that culture. Neither she nor any Trill could ever understand the shortsighted view of the Federation and the Empire toward each other. When both sides allowed it, they worked so perfectly together! Jadzia was starting to get angry that Klingons could trick Starfleet into worrying that they were allying with the Jem’Hadar. Dax felt the Curzon memories start to rise in fury as having been tricked once again by the Klingons. The Trill could be so touchy about her Klingons, especially now that she was romantically involved with one. 86 Klingon bird of prey, Khitomer class, weapons pod, dorsal and ventral stabilizers Rigelian bloodwine 97 a Klingon impales arm in Ferengi bolt hole trying to grab fleeing Quark. He screamed in agony as one of the rods passed right through his forearm. Then his Klingon machismo took control and he clenched his razor-sharp teeth and fought back another scream. Cardassians love to pull intricate complex gags, they mock and gloat at everyone else, they pull pranks. Klingons do not have a sense of humor 111 Dax and Worf were now an item, which was hardly unusual, given Curzon Dax’s friendship with Klingons over the decades coupled with Jadzia Dax’s fascination with the physical side of things, this gave her great insight into the Klingon mind stabilizers stuck open causes bird of prey to rock from side to side the determined Klingons and their overheated engine burn to catch up to the Defiant 10 or seconds for Klingons to drop from warp 9.72 to 9.20. the Klingons revved engines up to 110 percent rated capacity. A Klingon bird of prey is a sturdy ship with plenty of built-in safety margins. Pursuit Klingon ship blows up. Sisko on Defiant figures rumor of Klingon-Jem’Hadar training together a ruse to lure him and ship away from DS 9. head home. The Klingons encrypted all the access passwords on DS 9. do not expect incompetence from a Klingon operation Disabling the default exit mechanism had simply not occurred to the Klingons The Klingons took all the runabouts off station Quark – I never did trust that blasted Klingon! [Worf] Small comm. earpiece connected to a phaser sized piece of electronics. Garak managed to liberate it from one of the Klingons. encrypted communication’s device. Supposed to be run through a passkey system the Klingons wear in their battle helmets For some time Garak had been receiving communications from sources of his that the Klingons were preparing for an assault upon the station 147 Worf was the second tallest Klingon O’Brien had ever personally seen O’Brien – No, it’s stupid. Worf couldn’t be a traitor, it’s not possible for his Klingon brain. If Worf can be seduced by his dark side, any one can. Bashir – Worf has no dark side. I’ve never seen a kinder gentler Klingon assault. Lt. Commander, now Brevet Colonel Worf. Corporal of the guard Comrades in arms at each other’s throat, with blood brother pulling the strings. Worf should enjoy it, it is a Klingon opera. The soldiers made happy grunting noises rooting around for the Fed escapees Kleeg and Drach, members of Malach’s forces Shadows of their own bloodlust Worf always has a dour and angry expression O’Brien, struck by disruptor at lowest setting in right palm, it felt like his hand was on fire, the hand itself was numbed and the nerve endings spasming in agony, his sleeve was actually on fire. Having failed with aimed shots, now try spray-fire. Missed that as well. An uncoordinated Klingon! What’re the odds Neither Quark or Garak had any love for Worf A nice clean death ray like a disruptor Over the comm link The officers spoke tersely, moving squads and four-man teams around the station to hunt those few defenders remaining free. Garak – two things you can rely on in this quadrant are that quality will rise to the top and that Klingons will betray you the first chance they get. O’Brien – I would trust Worf with my life, with my family’s lives. how do you know this Klingon general maybe is holding Alexander hostage or he’s threatened to blow up the station if Worf doesn’t cooperate? Or Worf’s on our side, going along with the invasion until he can do something about it. A platoon [8] of efficient looking Klingon warriors entered the room. they fell into a defensive phalanx, searching the room visually before moving from their spot near the open doors, ready for a quick retreat if their happened to be an army of resisters lurking inside. Non-com in charge. Tricorder, scan the room. a warrior stepped from behind the other six and unlimbered a clumsy, wicked-looking Klingon toy. Scan counterclockwise. No humanoid lifeforms except for ourselves, he reported in the guttural language of the invaders. They left, disruptors held at port arms as they marched. Not even Klingon eyes were able to see in total darkness Klingons didn’t fall for the old misdirection trick. One or two would cut him down, the rest would search the hole he had just left. Worf has the search teams move in circles. Garak is certain the Klingons have long since cracked all Federation codes O’Brien – I’m sure Klingons train as much in zero-G, or more, than we do 170 entire platoon of 32 Klingon warriors Gunnery Sergeant Komanek and Lt. Rodek Worf roared and bellowed – Are you challenging my authority? He accompanied the threat with a vicious blow that sent Komanek reeling backward and caused him to twist his ankle. Worf couldn’t bring himself to strike Rodek. Komanek beams back to bird of prey for medical care. Guard Garak stole comm headset from appropriately punished and shall remain forever nameless now Handset was properly encrypted Stay off the comm set unless it is a matter of victory or defeat Malach did not know Miles Edward O’Brien the way Worf did. Worf knew with utter certainty, as only a Klingon can know, that if O’Brien had the handset he could decrypt it and probably already had. It was the only hope Worf had to repel the invasion before Gowron decided Malach was victorious and deserved reinforcements The guard channel, a separate channel used only for emergency broadcasts. It was always monitored but no one would broadcast on it unless he were extraordinarily stupid and incompetent, or intentionally. Worf spoke the standard language of the Fed as well as he spoke his native tongue Klingon word for gravity not also a synonym for seriousness The charms of plays on words had always eluded Worf but he had studied such subjects if for not other reason than for self-protection against secret ridicule at school Worf remembered his own painful nauseating experiences with zero-G training tat the Academy. Such zero-G training was not taught in any Klingon military academy he had researched Worf switched his own command-set to include the guard channel Private command-circuit You are echoing on guard frequency. 174 Worf had insisted on gas-tight forcefield walls for Fed hostages. Malach had raised an eyebrow but Worf had told direct, honest truth; whatever Starfleet chose to do, Worf hoped to safeguard the hostages as well as he could. Even as a young boy of eight Malach had been mentally quicker than virtually anyone else, adults included, in Emperor Kahless Military City. Hiding Fish, Malach’s ship The raid was a test. If Starfleet backed down from prospect of major assault on its own station, Gowron an Malach would have won. The resulting animosity between the Fed and the Empire might well be enough to allow the Dominion to play one side against the other. Marching orders - First stance! Right turn! Forward, step! Major Krugus, the eyes and mouth of Malach. The eleventh child of n old and honorable house. He was a fearsome warrior and were it not for the accident of birth order, Rimakag Aganadaf would surely have been elevated to general officer by now. But in Gowron’s rigid caste system, an eleventh child struck his glass ceiling at major. The man was a master at saying just enough without saying too much at baiting young superior officers into striking him, which, under Klingon law, was the only action that ever allowed a major to strike back at a colonel Krugus’ battle-helmet. I will obey, O grotesquely mighty one Worf snarled and clenched his teeth at the back handed slur, but he held his temper Worf harshly grabbed the back of Krugus’ head and wrenched it around to look in the correct direction. Hand lingered just a bit too long on Krugus’ battle-helmet. Accidentally activated guard frequency on Krugus’ helmet comm. link while accidentally switching the broadcast mode to hot mike, which broadcast everything spoken to the entire station. So, what treasonous ice are you skating across, my brother? Major Krugus taken care of by Malach The command circuit Attention, heroes of the Empire! Our comm. link has been compromised. Upon pain of immediate discommendation, there will be no more broadcast. All further communication will be conducted by hand-signals and runners. Any voice you hear besides mine will be an enemy attempting to befuddle. That is all. Malach – As a boy, you were no match for my intellect, Worf. And even as a man you fall short. I have given you a chance at redemption from your own people, do not cast it away to honor those who are without honor! You are a noble hero of a noble house. Come back to us; come back to your people. Gowron is like an angry father who must discipline his son but still loves his son. He opens his arms to you, Worf! The Empire welcomes you back. Do not push us away. Do not push away the plate of honor untested. Worf bellowed – I will not tolerate being called dishonorable! I am not a child! But despite his defiant words, Worf felt himself weaken, perhaps he was wrong after all. Maybe his duty to the Empire was greater than his duty to the oath he swore as a Starfleet officer. After all, it was not like the bad old days of expansionism, when the Klingon Empire wanted nothing less than despotic rule over the entire Alpha Quadrant. He wanted, Gowron wanted, a strong defense against the most dangerous enemies they had ever met, Federation and Empire alike. Worf thought of the Federation’s soft-hearted, soft-headed, ideas about freedom and individual rights. Worf had already seen what decades, centuries of peace and indolence had done to the Federation. Today, the same people who had many times beaten back the massed warships of the Empire could no longer handle even a few raindrops on their precious pleasure-planet! Try as he might Worf could not imagine anyone referring to the heroes of the United Federation of Planets unless in cold sarcasm. So, was Malach, his blood-brother, really so wrong after all? The problem with an Empire of heroes and warriors is that none of us wants to be servants or soldiers. Right or wrong, Worf could never imagine himself living his life to bring glory to another, Malach or Gowron. That was what heroing was all about; who eats and who is eaten. The ultimate futility of that philosophy, more than his oath, was what had made Worf a Starfleet lieutenant-commander rather than a Klingon hero. That was why Malach was truly wrong after all. After two centuries, the Empire had become the antithesis to the Federation’s thesis, with the Alpha Quadrant as the synthesis of the two. If the Fed became the Empire to save the quadrant, or if the Empire turned into the Federation, it would destroy the synthesis and neither confederation of worlds could stand. Worf led his platoon from the front, as befitted a hero of the Empire. Garak hates speaking in Klingonese. The Cardassian had had their own troubles with the Klingon Empire, long before the Cardassians ever met the Fed. 188 O’Brien’s arm still wasn’t up to full motion, the lingering effects of the Klingon disruptor four Klingon warriors stomped out, looking cross, even for Klingons. the Klingons were finally getting smart, instead of trying to aim each shot they thought of holding down the fire button and sweeping the beam across the floor All warriors, draw and fire upon the escapees! You shot the colonel, traitorous dog! O’Brien, who has known Worf longer than Bashir, knows Worf would not forget about the safety of the hostages O’Brien trusted Worf not to be as thick-skulled and humorless as his Klingon brethren Three Klingons die in emergency purge of air, one flung himself into a pressure suit in a desperate frenzy. Alive but incapacitated by the trauma to his lungs and tissues. Bashir – I demand that you do so or suffer the wrath of the Federation for all time to come, against you and your house for all eternity! Malach – The Federation does not understand that this is the greatest crisis ever to face the Empire, the entire Alpha Quadrant. More even than the Borg! Somebody had to act. We want no war with the Federation. We are not asserting control over your territory, do you not understand? We saw a leak and we moved to plug it. we are not your enemies. our mutual enemy lies beyond this gateway in the Gamma Quadrant. Join us in the glorious defense of the Alpha Quadrant. Join the Empire, and arm-in-arm we shall repel the Founders and secure our borders. You dishonor me by this stony silence. Four Klingons had guarded engineering, three clearly were dead. The Klingon shave thrown a communications shield around the station so survivors cannot cal for help Noisy Klingon ship banked their engines, tamped them down to a quarter impulse, to avoid detection while cloaked Cloaked ship visible in outgassing fog from DS 9 Kira fires, the bird of prey’s power plant had ruptured, spraying a stream of antimatter. The bird of prey shoots a pair of photon torpedoes followed by narrow beam disruptor blast. It was standard Klingon tactical trick, fire the torpedoes, then shoot the shields to punch a hole for them to push through. it never worked perfectly, but it didn’t need to. The disruptor burned a hole partway thought the shields, and before they could compensate the photon torpedoes over loaded the system and crippled the ship. Containment breach on the bird-of-prey has turned into a hull breach and they’re turning tail, shooting as they go. Disruptors and a torpedo. Forty three Klingons alive on DS 9 221 An ancient Farak disk sliding across the ice The terror transformed suddenly to rage and hatred, emotions never too far from the surface anyway in a good Klingon warrior. They were tearing into each other like a pack of starving gravka bests Worf had run them into unconsciousness, perhaps death. It had something to do with war and blood entered into the transaction as it always did A long string of vile dashes, language appropriate to a gunnery sergeant, perhaps Malach’s true lack of breeding was leaking through, confirming what Worf had always dimly suspected about the noble lineage of the house of Razg A spate of pressure-suited Klingon warriors, none lower in rank than staff sergeant waited to greet him, but they were not as well trained in the art of zero-G combat. Clumsy in their movements, trying to keep their feet on the deck. They desperately needed an up and down. Terrible feeling of vertigo. The Klingons fell like pu’tahk lizards on too hot a rock, jerked and spasmed Only three warriors left unstunned Worf was a Klingon warrior and that meant that a decision was quick in coming and was always followed immediately by action. It is now an affair of honor Worf had an engineering year at Starfleet Academy, overloading a phaser was not taught officially You must withdraw with what honor and dignity you can. Malach is terrified that he is losing his mind, the major motivation for his attack on DS 9. they all said he was mad. He told them his plan and they laughed at him, told him it was insane. But he showed them. Commandant Gacht’g, at Emperor Kahless Military School told Malach to his face he was mad. Worf has been Malach’s rock, support all theses years that he had to hide himself in simple service to the Empire as a mere major. Worf the one friend he could depend on. Malach’s delusional state was more advanced than Worf ever imagined. He had had no contact with his blood brother since they both left Emperor Kahless Military City. Malach had fantasized a whole relationship that never existed. Worf- I am no man’s rock. I walk my own path and that path does not include your invasion of this station. Two Klingons disabled by Worf overloading phaser rifle Klingons have a larger lung capacity than humans The four Klingons went down fighting, every one. they died rather than surrender. I give you my word of honor as Malach of House Razg The distance you have covered and the warriors you have slain attest to your remarkable courage and warrior spirit, but every battle must end. Not one Federation or luckless neutral has been harmed Malach shot one of his own men who almost killed Jake by knocking Jake off the railing Twelve Klingons bottle up O’Brien and Bashir, Jake, Garak, Quark and Rom The Klingons overran the entire Cardassian empire in a few hours In zero-G combat three of twelve Klingons go down, in the end all 12 go down, no ability to control their movements, several dead. Worf sure aim in zero-G conditions, frees Bashir’s group Malach still has at least 20 soldiers Get ready for an excellent firefight with glory for us all. Today may turn out to be a good day to die. Worf smiled like the hero of a Klingon opera in the final act, before the entire stage was washed with the red kazl syrup they traditionally used for blood By the time Worf and Bashir’s group make it to the Prom the main body of Malach’s remaining army is 16 warriors and the general Malach thought he had been made a fool of, and that was not a healthy way to start a relationship with a Klingon. Malach – The game is played out and in the end, you see, I wear the Empire crown. A reference to some impossibly bloody Klingon opera. Malach, bulky even for a Klingon, nearly as big as Worf. Malach – All who oppose the right of self-defense for the Empire are enemies of the Empire! Surrender, and we will be enemies no more When we have sent you under truce-flag to your Federation they will not want war with us. The fight was a stand-off, but Malach dispatched five of his warriors to circle the Prom and get behind the Resistance Jadzia grinned with a bit of battlelust as she decimated the last remnants of Malach’s victorious invasion force The ululation of a Klingon battle cry 266 Quark the ballistic hero! thought Worf, unusually poetic for a tactical officer the grand scheme reminded Worf of one of his favorite Klingon operas and the poetry came naturally to his brain. You area rankles man! Who granted you this authority? Worf, in a long and infamous career in and out of the Klingon Empire, through more adventurers than he could count on figures and toes, and had seen more than his share of angry, irritated, and downright furious Klingon faces. Malach was one of the angriest Worf had ever seen. Almost assured discommendation of whatever shreds remained of the noble House of Razg. Malach abandons his men, Worf never thought his blood brother could do such an un-Klingon-like thing. An old children’s proverb - It is only in the final extremity that honor and dishonor show themselves unmasked. Children’s proverb taught at academy at Emperor Kahless Military City The fight was glorious, my brothers. The gods have turned the dice and the victory goes to the enemy. But you fought well and bravely, and with honor. Those of you who joined my cause because your houses were discommodated, you have the word of Gowron that they are restored. Those who joined for the sheer Klingon joy of battle are satisfied. Honor is satisfied! There is no need for the rest of you to commit Mauk to’Vor. Lay down your weapons, you who are left alive. Yield as men do when they know the fight is lost. We gambled; we lost. But we have shown these spineless worms what it is to be Klingons! we have shown them what face they must keep if they are to serve effectively as the front line against the Dominion. And that means we won, in the long view. We have helped the cause of Empire, of Gowron, of Kahless. To honor! To Empire! Stand tall until we meet again in Sto-Vo-Kor. Farewell, of all my military commands, this last was my greatest. Worf knows Malach has gone to kill himself. This duty is mine alone. You cannot say to my blood-brother what must be said. In Cargo Bay 4 Worf found Malach. At the academy in Emperor Kahless Military City, Worf had taken top honors in Logic and Opera Appreciation; Malach had beaten him in Mathematics, Military History, Military Bearing and Individual Psychology. Worf fought down the instant Klingon-rage at the implied dishonor in the look. Malach – Does Worf’s duty to Starfleet supersede your duty to your own people? To the Empire? Mogh has sent Worf to Emperor Kahless Military City when he was a boy because he began to have disciplinary problems at age five. Worf resented being taken from the academy after such a short time to go to Khitomer. He was still a problem but he had learned much. For the first time Mogh spoke to Worf with respect! Malach does not know what that is like, since Malach never knew his father. The pleading of traitors does not interest me. Silence, defeated one! Worf had invoked the sacred Klingon relationship of victory to vanquished, and Malach was now honor-bound to treat Worf with respect. You owe me these minutes by our witnessed blood oath, but if I cannot compel you to obey a debt of memory, you will at least pay me the courtesy of recognizing my victory! Malach bowed. Malach - Speak, now that you have recognized me as your enemy, you cannot deny me a death with honor, not by our past or your recent service. You have invoked the Speech of Victory. You cannot retract it. Worf – Underneath this uniform I am still a Klingon! I obey the old ways. And the core duty of old was the Sword Oath, is it not so? I did not desert the Empire, the Empire deserted me! I had sworn an oath, a Sword Oath, to Starfleet and to Captain Sisko, and Gowron knew that! He could have given me dispensation under the Code of Houses, he did not have to discommodate my House! I swore to Captain Sisko as if he were my father! Worf realized he was shouting with anger, years of pent up frustration and fury spilled out of his heart, cruel cold disillusionment. He never would have dreamed of saying such a thing to anyone on the station, not even O’Brien. Malach was the only person he could talk to about this dark forbidden subject, Malach, the last remaining link between Worf and a time when his father, his real father, was still alive and the focus of his aspirations. In many ways Sisko reminded Worf of the father he had known for such a short while, at once deep and light heartened, poured from equal parts grim determination and practical jokery. Worf often heard his father’s voice, whispering amusing stories, but he kept them to himself, not only out of fear for his dignity, but out of simple selfishness. Worf wanted to keep all of his father for himself, sharing none with his colleagues, especially not with Jadzia Dax, who shared too much of Worf’s life as it was! He wanted just one thing that was his and his alone, and that was his father. Worf thought – I am fool, he will now use this weakness against me. Malach – I have suffered defeat before. I lost a minor raid. My men will be returned to the Empire eventually, and so would I have been. Gowron will shout at his wife and kick his personal aide, but I am not afraid of Gowron’s temper. I lost a minor raid but I have also lost my most important campaign. Worf was Malach’s final campaign, he sought to bring Worf back, and he has lost. The chance to gain true glory of the House of Razg. Malach – Fare well under your Sword Oath, brother. As the Defeated One, I claim my rights. Malach propels himself out the airlock, with a minute of air left. He spread his arms in the sign meaning I journey to Sto-Vo-Kor with no weapon but my warrior’s heart. Gowron would deny any involvement in Malach’s scheme. Young as he was, Worf remembered a time when the High Council had enough honor at least to admit their own misdeeds when caught red-handed. But Gowron would insist he had no knowledge of what Malach intended, the Council would back him up. Fed would diplomatically conclude that it had no quarrel with the Empire. Malach would have no more effect in death than he had in life. It would be as if he never existed. He became an un-Klingon, falling down the infinite memory hole. Worf wonders if that is his destiny too. What place in history is there for a traitor to the Empire? Worf knows he is an outcast. Would it have been better to live like Kurn, now Rodek, unconscious of his true heritage. Still bereft of his true self. Worf was thinking more than was good for him, more than was good for any Klingon. 278 when Worf spoke at last the voice was reluctant and irritated, in that singular embarrassed Klingon way – Because I forgot. Broken Link Gowron message, sent to Fed council three days ago. seated at desk, two warriors stand at attention behind him, small red trefoil on larger silver triangle plaque behind his head. ends with trefoil symbol on black. Gowron – We find the Fed demands that we return the captured Cardassian colonies insulting and provocative. Klingon blood was spilt to conquer those worlds. They are now part of the Klingon Empire, and we will never give them up. Furthermore, if the Federation still harbors any hope of peaceful coexistence with Klingon empire, it must abandon all starbases and military installations in the Archanis sector. Our claim to Archanis IV, the surrounding territory, is ancient and indisputable. we advise the Fed to leave Archanis or prepare to face the consequences. long live the empire. Worf looks disgusted at Gowron over Archanis. A long way from DS 9. Worf – If Gowron is prepared to go to war over the Archanis sector, than he has become even more dangerous than I thought. Kira – The Klingons relinquished their claims to Archanis 400 years ago. Sisko – Gowron’s just looking for an excuse to rattle his saber. Why? Jadzia – Yesterday I talked to an old friend of Curzon’s from Diplomatic Corps, she says that reps from Fed worlds near the Klingon boarder are already urging a preemptive strike. Worf bets Kira stops sneezing at 10. looses to Sisko at 8. Worf doubts Odo wants to be seen in his weakened state. Odo values his privacy, he does not like to socialize. He told me so himself. Worf to Sisko – Was Dax’s last host as argumentative as this one. Sisko – Worse! Worf – The Defiant is off limits to Cardassian spies, Garek. Worf finds running Defiant without the cloak disconcerting. Worf doesn’t know when to not protest when Founder takes over Defiant. Worf crawls into small hatch to stop Garek trying to override launch controls of quantum torpedoes. A chance to end Dominion threat once and for all. Worf – What about Odo, Captain Sisko, Dr. Bashir? Garek – They’ll die, so will we. What are our lives against the entire alpha quadrant? Worf – We are not here to wage war. Garek – Come now, Mr. Worf, you’re a Klingon. Don’t tell me you’d object to a little genocide in the name of self-defense. Worf – I am a warrior, not a murder. Garek – What you are is a great disappointment. Garek and Worf battle in small space, Garek gets in a couple of good blows before Worf throws him to the floor. Worf – You fight well, for a tailor. Sabotage, assaulting a Federation officer, attempting to incite war, Sisko gives Garek six months in a holding cell. Gowron on all frequencies – Klingon empire is tired of words, of negotiating the endless delay tactics of the Federation. Therefore as of today a Klingon task force has been dispatched to the Archanis sector. Starfleet has 10 days to abandon their bases and withdraw their forces from the sector. Any Starfleet vessel found in the sector after that time will be considered the enemy and fired upon. Match our honor to yours Those in the Klingon empire Let there be no mistake, no misinterpretation of my words. Archanis is ours and we will take it back. Resist us in any way and there will be war Odo sensed the Founders were trying to hide that Gowron is a changeling. Potential baby index Odo/Chalan Aroya Life's Lessons, Strange New Worlds I no Klingon content Basics B still trying to figure out how to project Doctor to other areas of the ship B makes holographic ships to fool Kazon. B on Alpha team with Janeway and Chakotay, standard alpha search pattern. The best eating on the planet is gagh! B finds large eggs to eat. B helps Chakotay make fire with Janeway’s hair. Maquis Suder and Seska die. |
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