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Day of Honor Teleplay by: Jeri Taylor Ensign Vorik attempts to fix rupture coolant injector in Engineering while B stands over him and yells. Tom arrives in engineering to witness the tail end of the exchange, takes a deep breath before approaching. She doesn't notice him. Good morning! he says pleasantly to B’s back; she's hunched over an engineering console. He hands her a padd with helm control data, which she takes with a quick Thank You before burying herself back into the console. We still on for dinner tonight? he asks tentatively. B - I may have to work, I’ll let you know Tom - Have you decided if you’re going though with it? B - I have, and I’m not. Today isn’t going very well and the last thing I need is to get involved in some obscure Klingon ritual Tom You’re the one who suggested it B - I know and for one second I thought I might actually go through with it, but not any more Tom - Of course not, wouldn’t want to get too sentimental B- I woke up late because I forgot to tell the computer to wake me. then acoustic inverter in sonic shower blew out Tom - That’ll make your hair stand on end B - so I didn’t have time for breakfast. Then when I got here two crewmen out sick, coolant injector rupture. So I'm having a bad day, B concludes, and I may be a little testy. Tom - Think about that dinner, he says, beating a hasty retreat. Chakotay comes to tell B that Seven wants to work in Engineering, maybe Voyager can create transwarp conduits. B – We don’t know anything about transwarp technology. What do you think her real motives are? C – She wants something to do. B – I never thought of you as naïve, Chakotay. The bottom line I don’t want her working in Engineering. C - The bottom line is, I'm giving an order and you're going to follow it. Lieutenant. B – whatever you say sir. In Engineering, Seven works on her transwarp project B approaches Seven, and asks if she feels any remorse when she hears stories like the Caatati's. Seven considers the question. No, she answers finally, evenly. That's it? Just no? B asks. What further answer do you require? Seven asks. B – oh, maybe some acknowledgment of the billions of lives you helped destroy, a justification for what you did, maybe a little sense of guilt? Guilt is irrelevant, notes Seven. Heartwarming, says Torres. Seven says the deflector modifications to set up the transwarp conduit should be ready in a few hours; I think it would be best if I waited in my alcove. I think you're right, B says. In the mess hall, B picks at her food,?brocolli, then slumps back sighing into her chair. Neelix approaches tentatively, hand behind his back. If I ever saw a job for the morale officer, it's sitting right here, says Neelix cheerfully. I'll bet I can help. B says he's facing a big challenge I enjoy a challenge, Neelix says, producing a silver bowl of...something. It looks like a bowl of tiny shark fins in blood-soaked waters. That's supposed to make me feel better? B asks, unimpressed, arms folded. Neelix says it's blood pie, for the Klingon Day of Honor. B looks at him sharply – How did you know about that? Has Tom been talking to you? Neelix insists he hasn't. I make it a point to know these things. and If I'm correct many Klingon families traditionally serve blood pie on the Day of Honor. I appreciate the gesture, Neelix but I've decided to Ignore this...particular tradition. No blood pie, no examining my behavior over the last year to see If I measure up to Klingon standards. Neelix looks disappointed, but respects her decision. Neelix – Without knowing why there’s a black cloud hanging over your head, may I suggest something? You have a bit of a temper. That you keep reigned in. and sometimes it builds up until you explode at someone. B- I think that about sums it up. Neelix – I’m offering to be a pressure valve. you can use me to blow off steam. When you come see me, call me names, insult me, question my parentage. I won’t take it personally. And you won’t need to keep things bottled up inside anymore. B- That may be the nicest offer I’ve had in a long time. Thank you, Neelix. You’re sweet, but I’m not sure I could do that to you. Neelix – I’m here if you need me B – About this Day of Honor, do you think I should go through with it? Neelix – I’ve always thought traditions were good things. Worth preserving. B – I’ve been thinking a lot about the rituals that my mother taught me. they don’t seem quite so hateful as they did when I was a child. Maybe being so far away from anything Klingon has changed me. Neelix – Certainly can’t hurt to go through with the ceremony. B – I don’t know what effect it will have on me. that’s what’s frightening. Neelix pats her arm. B – Alright, bring on the blood pie. I can do this. She takes a bite and tries to swallow. Holoprogram – Cave, low and high braziers burning. Klingon – What warrior goes there? B- My name’s B’Elanna K - Have you come to have your honor challenged? B - I guess so, Yes. K - Are you willing to see the ceremony through to the end? B - That's the idea, isn't it? What do I do? It will be a lengthy ordeal, the Klingon says. First you must eat from the heart of a sanctified targ. Another Klingon brings a silver dish with meat on it. B hesitantly takes a piece. Pak lohr! Commands the Klingon. B pops the meat in her mouth and chews grudgingly, as the first warrior nods his approval. Yes... the heart of a targ brings courage to one who eats it. Next you will drink mot'loch from the grail of Kahless. Drink to the glory of Kahless, the greatest warrior of all time! B grabs the golden grail and takes a hearty swig, chokes. Goblet with two things hanging over rim. The Klingon notes her achievement with approval. Kahless defeated his enemies on the field of battle and built a mighty empire. How have you proven yourself worthy? B - Um, I haven't built any empires, and I can't say that I've personally defeated any enemies In battle but you have to realize, I'm not living among warriors. K - Then how do you expect to distinguish yourself? B - I don't know. I guess I'm doing the best I can. Huh! a pitiful reply, notes the Klingon. Let us proceed. A warrior must endure great hardship. To test your mettle you will endure the ritual of 20 pain sticks. After that, you will engage In combat with a master of the bat'leth. Finally you will traverse the sulfur lagoons of Gorath. B - You know, I don't think so. I didn't want to do this before you described it. Certainly not now. I’m leaving. The Klingon grabs her by the arm and holds her fast. Not until you have completed the ceremony, p'tahk. two Klingon warriors enter, sticks in hand. The red-tipped wands glow brightly when they strike flesh, and two or three connect solidly with B’s. At first, she screams and grunts and slumps to the ground. Then she gets mad. B battles one warrior, he throws her, she punches him in the face and throws him over her shoulder while she’s kneeling. He scrambles up, she’s up and belts him across the face again. He’s down. The other Klingons just stand to the side. B runs out – Thanks so much, it’s been lovely. Back in her quarters, B is scrunched up in a fetal position on her couch, hugging a large throw pillow. Her door chimes; it's Tom. I tried to find you before, Tom says, But you were on the Holodeck. You know, he continues, You left it running. There was a Klingon in there who didn't look too happy. Really, B Yeah, and he was nursing a whale of a black eye. Looks like he had a run-in with someone having a really bad day. That's very funny, says B. Tom asks how it went. It didn't, says B; do you mind if we talk about something else? Tom – As a matter of fact, I do. You have been like a spitting cobra all day and it's getting boring. we designed that Holodeck program together, and I think you owe me the courtesy of telling me what happened. B - It was ridiculous, meaningless posturing. Honor, dishonor--what does it matter? Tom - It matters because it's part of who you are. You've been running away from that your whole life. B - Who are you to tell me that? I care about you but if you're going to keep pushing me away then there's no point in my staying around, is there? Fine, says B, just leave me alone. Oh, don't worry, says Tom. If this is the way you treat people who try to be your friend, you'll be alone, all right. He storms out of the room. Tom and Seven of Nine exit a turbolift together, on their way to engineering. He asks her for tips on navigating through a transwarp conduit--something he's never done before. Seven bluntly tells him you have no idea what you're doing, and says she'll be doing the flying. I am a quick study, Tom. Tom doesn’t have a problem with Seven’s Borg past. We all have a past. What matters is now. Seven I'm uncertain what you're trying to say. That...if there's any way that I can help you adjust to your life here on Voyager, please ask me. I will remember your offer. In the engine room, Seven announces that all is ready. B says they're only going to take a peek. They'll open a transwarp conduit and grab all the sensor data they can, then close it up. I want to take this one step at a time, she says. Vorik says the tachyon matrix modifications are on-line. B hails the bridge and says they're ready to go, and want helm control transferred to Engineering, which Janeway approves. B tells Tom they need to be going past warp tw-- Past Warp Two, I know, Tom says, cutting her off. tachyons flood the warp core. Stuff starts to explode. B orders everyone out. Tom stays behind, moving quickly to B’S side. You can't order me; I outrank you. They try to stop the insanity. Tom drags B out of Engineering B orders the warp core ejected. In the corridor, B and Tom join the other members of Engineering as the door seals. B slumps to the floor B hails the bridge. We've dumped the core, she says, her voice hollow. welcome to the worst day of my life. B orders Vorik and Nicoletti to work on the impulse engines. Janeway arrives for a status report. With the warp core millions of kilometers away and impulse seriously damaged, all they have now is thrusters. They're still assessing the damage, so there's no estimate of when they'll be moving again. B’s day has gone badly enough that a little impertinence probably won't make matters much worse. So much for opening a transwarp conduit, she tells Janeway, expressing her disapproval with the idea from the very start. I sent the Borg back to her alcove. We won't be needing her in here anymore. Janeway tells Tom to take a shuttle and tractor core back. B says they'll need to fix the core before throwing a tractor on it, so Janeway sends her along as well. Tom and B share a baleful look, both dreading and needing the time alone together. In shuttle B slumps back in her chair with arms folded. I wonder what else can go wrong today, she says miserably. If we get this core back, I'm going right to bed and sleeping straight through till tomorrow. Get this day over with. Tom tells her to look at the bright side--once you've dumped the warp core, the day can't possibly get worse. B - Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm asking for this trouble somehow. Tom - Or maybe it's just a string of bad luck. They soon find the warp core signature, but it's accompanied by another--a Caatati ship. They arrive to find the aliens putting a tractor on the core, claiming salvage rights--and threatening to fire on them if the shuttle gets in their way. B fires a disruptor beam at the tractor, which works briefly--until the Caatati blast them with some antimatter feedback through the beam. B and Tom grab the vacuum suits, and get dressed in record time. Tom tells the computer to contact Voyager, but it's not functioning. Fortunately, the transporter is, and after Tom attaches his umbilical to B, they beam out. Tom and B materialize in deep space, several kilometers from the shuttle. They watch as the Caatati ship moves swiftly away with their warp core. Ten seconds later, Tom and B watch as the shuttle blows. Tom attempts to contact Voyager through his suit's communicator. B says it won't possibly reach that far. Tom says that when Voyager fixes its impulse engines they'll be found soon enough. B says there has to be something they can do. Tom suggests interplex their suits' comm units to create a phased carrier wave that Voyager could read and know it's them. Good idea, says B. Let me access your controls. Tom smirks. Thought you'd never ask. Tom grabs her full around the waist, anchoring her to him so she can access the controls on his arm's comm unit. B begins fiddling with the comm controls on the arm of Tom's environmental suit. She tells him to hold still. Tom - Why is it we have to get beamed into space in environmental suits before I can initiate First Contact procedures? B - Why is it if we're alone for more than 30 seconds you start thinking about contact? Tom - That isn't fair. The other day in Engineering, I must have gone...oh, four minutes before I started thinking about it. B finishes the adjustments, and lets er rip. A tooth-shattering screech erupts in Tom' helmet, as B apologizes. As the noise subsides, he says he hopes it's still that strong by the time it gets to Voyager. Meanwhile, all they can do is wait. In each other's arms. In Deep Space, Tom and B now float about a meter apart. This isn't anything like the simulations we had at the Academy, B says. They felt peaceful...like floating in the womb...but right now I'm feeling a little sick to my stomach. Tom - You dropped out too soon. In the third year there's a six-week course of actual space walks so you can get used to them. B - I never would've lasted till the third year. If I hadn't dropped out they would've asked me to leave. Tom's voice goes gentle. I wish I'd known you then. You'd have hated me, B says. Tom - I can't imagine a time I wouldn't have found you fascinating. the two officers are jolted pretty hard by ion turbulence. Adding insult to injury, Tom' suit starts barking warnings at him. His oxygen is leaking out. He begins to gasp as the computer counts down the levels of his vital oxygen. B takes an emergency hose and connects her suit to his. We'll have to share mine, she says. Are you getting air now? Tom's breathing quickly returns to normal. Yes....Much better, thanks. He notes her concern. What's wrong? B - The turbulence must have damaged my suit, too. I should have at least 24 hours worth of oxygen but there's only about a half hour left. Tom and B are nose-to-nose, connected by the tether and the oxygen line. Tom lowers the oxygen ratio to extend their breathing time. B says she's groggy; Tom explains that's from oxygen deprivation. And you're lowering it? B asks. We have to try to make it last as long as possible, Tom says. B –It’s ironic, isn’t. The Day of Honor is the day I'm going to die. Tom tells her to stop that sort of thinking, but B says they need to face up to it. Tom - When we first met, you didn’t have a very high opinion of me. B agrees - That's putting it mildly. I thought you were an arrogant, self-absorbed pig. Flattery won't get you any more oxygen, he rasps. Do you think I've changed? A lot, B says. Now you're a stubborn, domineering pig. I'm just kidding. There I go again, just pushing you away. you were right about me. that's what I do, push people away. Well, says Tom. It's a surefire way of not getting hurt. B - What a coward I am. Tom shushes her, and they fall silent. Then, as best as their situation will allow, they fall into each others' arms. The computer is announcing oxygen warnings again. B shakes Tom awake, urging him to open his eyes. I was having a dream, Tom says groggily. There's something I have to say, B says. Me to...I'm glad the last thing I'll see is you, he whispers. B - I've been a coward about everything--everything that really matters. Tom - No, you're being a little hard on yourself. No. I'm going to die, without a shred of honor. And for the first time in my life that really bothers me. So I have to tell you something, B says urgently. I have to tell you the truth. The truth about what? Tom asks. B struggles for several seconds to find the words. I--I love you. Tom' eyes go wide. Say something! B begs. You picked a great time to tell me, he says. B looks at Tom. Tom looks at B. His mouth makes a valiant effort to smile. Hands reach to touch the other's visor. Heads move to shoulders, and Tom places a padded palm on armored back. Voyager to Tom Paris, Janeway's voice pipes into Tom' suit. Tom, do you read me? Respond. Tom slowly opens his eyes. Weakly, he responds. We're here. Prepare to beam aboard. Nemesis Tom eager to go rescue Chakotay. B'E works to improve sensors. No personal stuff. Revulsion B'E cuts out early from Tuvok's promotion party. Tom - This is ridiculous. It's been three days and we haven't said a word to each other. B, backed against wall with arms crossed - I know. Um, we have to talk. Tom - Yeah. About what you said. I mean the part about being in love with me. I realize you were suffering from oxygen deprivation, and we were literally seconds away from death. So I know you probably didn't mean it. B - Oh no, I meant it. But I don't expect you to reciprocate. Really. You can just pretend that I didn't say it. In fact, forget that I even said anything Tom - Shut up Grabs her shoulders and pins her against wall for a smooch. B puts her hand up to his cheek. Until the Doctor comes. B - I was just leaving. Lt. Doctor recruits Tom for nursing assistant three times a week, most qualified. The Doctor takes B on his mission to surviving hologram. She knows more about his mobile emitter than anyone. Doc worried about leaving Tom in charge in sickbay. B - Tom is a very responsible guy. Doctor - I suppose you would know better than I would. B swings around in the shuttle pilot seat - What's THAT supposed to mean? Doctor - You seem to have become good friends Lets get one ting straight. I don't appreciate you or anyone else speculating about the kind of friendships I have. Or who I have them with. Doctor - I'm sorry, I didn't' realize I'd struck a nerve. Perhaps you'd like a tranquilizer. B checks the Doctor's mobile emitter after they transport. Doctor - For a Klingon you have a decent bedside manner. You might want to consider a career in medicine. B didn't think she was gonna get out of discussion with isomorph Dejaren about organic inferiority without a fight. B remembers the Doctor early on was a major pain B battles isomorph Dejaren. He reached inside her chest, grabbed her heart and perforated her fourth ventricle. Doctor stabilizes her pericardium but is concerned about the internal bleeding. Less than stellar prognoses but B is a little short of breath and pack to work. Isomorph whacks her again. She gets red blood everywhere. Back on Voyager Doctor fixes B up, her pericardium is clean as a whistle, which is not the way Tom has left the sick bay in the Doctor's absence. Tom has had a busy day. B - Does this mean you're too tired to meet later, in my quarters? Tom - Are you sure your heart can take it? Doctor - I'm detecting elevated hormonal levels. Gift of the Mourners, Strange New Worlds III no Klingon content The Raven B and Harry examine Cargo Bay for why Seven took off. B teases Harry about his attraction to Seven. Behind the Lines Dax will captain the Defiant on Argolis mission to destroy hidden Dominion sensor array. Dax not planning to get comfy in captain’s chair. When this war is over, Jadzia is going on a honeymoon. Worf calls Sisko from Klingon ship, asking for news of Defiant. Sisko – there’s no way Dax is going to miss her own wedding. 134 there were several casualties in Martok’s action. Martok lost his second officer and two senior engineers. 8 lower-deck crew were killed in the ship’s outer areas. They engaged at least 5 Jem’Hadar, Worf asks about Dax’s mission. It is difficult for Worf, Jadzia is his fiancée, but Worf senses it is more difficult for Sisko, the Defiant is his ship. Sisko asked after Alexander when he contacted Worf for Martok’s status Worf’s dogged face with its constant scowl Without further amenities, Worf simply clicked off the communication Tales of the Dominion War Night of the Vulture by Greg Cox Beta XII-A entity, an old powerful being, calls itself (*) and most of the time is hungry. Feeds on waves of hate and anger. A shimmering sphere of incandescent crimson energy. Careful to avoid Klingon and Fed space for nearly a century. At Cheron 50 millennia ago Five day freighter journey Earth to DS 9 Obsidian Order infiltrated Starfleet. Obsidian Order extinct after Omarion Nebula. At least a Klingon tells you what he really thinks before he cuts your throat. Shrouding innate ability of Jem'Hadar Entity caught on ship in Hunyadi Rift, dangerous space-time rift Favor the Bold Dax captains Defiant under attack by Jem’Hadar. Klingon bird of prey Rotarran, under Worf, decloaks, Defiant resurges, Jem’Hadar destroyed. Defiant very effective decoy. Jadzia – How about next time we switch roles, so I can rescue you? All ships in this sector fall back to SB 375. engage, retreat. Worf will get to SB 375 before Jadzia and Defiant. To the upper right of DS 9 172 it was taking tremendous effort on the parts of Starfleet and the Klingons just to keep up the level of harassment now they could see a Klingon bird of prey, and how pretty it was, decloak behind one of the Dominion ships and blast it to shards Morale low, even the Klingons are beginning to wonder if we can defeat the Dominion. Worf defends Starfleet debriefing methods to Garek at SB. Jadzia had a raktajino. 153 Quark poured a warm cup of raktajino for Major Kira Nausicaans are thugs, violent and brutal. Fast ships. Sisko’s plan to retake DS 9 cannot proceed without the involvement of the Klingon Defense Forces. Martok and Worf agree, but Chancellor Gowron does not. 179 many of Sisko’s small mission plans had been enacted by Martok and the Defiant. Sisko has been planning something, he’ll need Martok and Worf, he’ll need the Klingon Defense Forces Ross will see that Chancellor Gowron is contacted directed. How about if Worf or Martok talks to Gowron? Sisko – That’s a very sound suggestion, sir. I don’t know how Worf will feel about it, he’s not on the smoothest of terms with Gowron right now. But being approached by other Klingons of high family status in both fleets is something he can’t ignore. Martok – The Chancellor is reluctant to commit such a large fleet to a single engagement. Worf – He believes it will leave the Empire vulnerable. Sisko – Starfleet Command had the same concerns about Earth, but they decided it was worth it. Worf – General, perhaps you should return to Kronos and make your plea in person. The Chancellor has great respect for you. If you cannot persuade him, no one can. Martok nods slowly – I will go to see Gowron. And you will come with me. Worf softly – No, the Chancellor no longer considers me a friend. Martok – I know, but what could be better? An ally and an enemy, both telling him the same thing? He’ll have no other choice but to agree. Sisko needs those ships, and Worf vows he will have them. Martok and Worf had remained quiet during Sisko’s meeting with Starfleet Command, representing the willingness of the Klingon Empire to participate in Starfleet schemes. Worf didn’t appear surprised or very much bothered by the idea of confronting Gowron in person, but Martok shifted uneasily. The general, Sisko sensed, was displeased at the political aspect, of being pulled into such machinations by the thready relationship between the Fed and the Empire. It was unappealing, Sisko had to agree. Sisko appreciated the reports, and even more the fact that neither of these Klingons agreed with what they were having to say. He could tell that without asking a thing Sisko regarded the general with a certain forbearance. No choice? There were plenty of choices. Martok was being optimistic, and that was cause for worry. The Starfleet ships and ragtag Klingon bird of prey who had managed to muster at SB 375, including Rotarran. K’lashm’a destroyed lately in action Scientific Method B crawls through tube to find Seven reconfiguring power relays without clearing it. B's crew has lost hours of work trying to recalibrate the core. B - What, sorry isn't in the Borg vocabulary? You need to check with me before you touch the power system. B realizes she is giving Seven the same lecture about following rules and regulations as Janeway once gave her. B - If I could adjust to Starfleet life, so can you. Tom beams into crawlspace where B is with extended bunch of roses. B not impressed. B - Are those supposed to make up for canceling on me last night? Tom - I got stuck with an extra shift on the bridge. What could I say? Sorry, Captain, I've got a date with B'Elanna? Right now he should be in sickbay but he snuck out. They kiss. B feels they're being watched - I must be completely paranoid about being caught in a compromising position. Tom - Kind of exciting. They go back to making out. B calls Tom into Engineering to work at her upper work station, where they fall to making out again, Tuvok comes upon them. Tom runs after Tuvok to smooth things over. Nothing that would have to go on any report. B asks Tom later how Tuvok took it. B- We have to be more careful. I thought we wanted to keep this relationship to ourselves. I don't think it is anybody else's business how we feel about each other. I do, if you do. Tom - I do. B - Just a little more careful in public. Tom - For now. B - Sounds like you see a future in this. Tom - I would never be so presumptuous. B - Smooth recovery, Lt. Tom - I thought so. Janeway wants to speak to Lts Paris and Torres after meeting. You two have been making enough of a public display that half the ship is gossiping about it. B- Believe me that wasn't our intention Janeway - You are senior officers. I expect you to maintain the standard for the rest of the crew, but this adolescent behavior makes me question my faith in you both. If you chose to pursue a relationship that's your business. But consider yourselves under orders to use better judgment about it. While investigating strange cells the areole in B's lungs suddenly stop processing oxygen. She collapses. Tom puts her on life support. She almost died. After the manipulating aliens gone, Tom and B have dinner in his quarters. Various framed drawings on walls. B in sleeveless dress. Tom, in sweater vest, pours big glass of wine from big bottle B - Nice you could get the night off Tom - Nice had nothing to do with it. I switched shifts with Ensign Wildman, which means tomorrow I pull double duty on the bridge and with the Doc. B - I appreciate the sacrifice. Tell me about the wine. Tom - Ktarian merlot, 2282. let it breath first. B - We've got all night to let it breathe. B gets a call from engineering, they're having a problem with the plasma manifold. She tells them to lock it down, she'll deal with it in the morning. Sometimes its nice to be the Chief Engineer. Tom - Try the salad, chief. B - This is really delicious. Tom - I replicated it myself Tom's door chimes B - Ignore it. Tom - Right. It's Harry, returning something. B - you know, I've been thinking about what the Captain said. Tom - Thinking maybe she was right? Me too. B - We have been a little out of control, lately. Tom - Do you think we really were? Those aliens could have been messing around with our hormones, just to see what would happen B- they could have been tampering with us for months. Tom - When you think about it, you did have a pretty abrupt change of heart a couple of weeks ago. What made you realize you loved me all of a sudden? B - Just a feeling. So our whole relationship might be based on some alien experiment. Tom - You never know. Thank god they found out in time. They talk about calling it off, but kiss instead. Tom - I'm curious to find out how this experiment turns out. Prophecy and Change Three Sides to Every Story by Terri Osborne Klingon restaurant closed shortly after the first Dominion troops began heading toward Cardassia. Sacrifice of Angels Nog made an ensign After receiving new info about minefield 600 Starfleet ships have to move out before Worf and Martok return. 1254 ships in Dominion fleet. Jadzia on Defiant. Garek feels sorry for the Klingons, they’re going to miss a very interesting fight. O’Brien feels we’re going to miss them. Sisko says Forget the Klingons, we’ve got a job to do. In the midst of desperate battle the Klingons arrive. Worf hails Defiant. Jadzia looks relieved at screen. Gowron open mouthed. Worf – Captain, I am sorry we were late. It was not easy convincing Chancellor Gowron to spare us any ships. The Klingons have broken a whole in the Dominion lines. Defiant goes through with escort of birds of prey, birds destroyed getting Defiant through lines. Rom imagines cake and raktajino part of Dominion celebrations. Back at the battle the Klingons outflank the Dominion Cardassian fleet. Lines begin to crumble. Cortez, 200 enemy ships break through lines, head for DS 9. Founder orders forces to fall back to Cardassian territory. Allied forces Rendezvous at DS 9. Sisko and Dax get there first. Worf and Martok enter DS 9 together. Female Klingon, other Klingons behind them. Martok clasps Sisko’s right forearm. Martok – Captain, it appears I owe you a barrel of bloodwine. Sisko – We’ll drink it together Jadzia rushes into Worf’s arms. Jadzia – I guess the wedding’s still on. Worf – it wasn’t easy to convince Chancellor Gowron to spare us any ships Knots of dogfights going on as Klingon birds of prey and heavy cruisers flocked into the struggle and divided the Jem’Hadar pursuit ships The Klingons outflank Cardassian Dominion forces, lines are beginning to crumble The other airlock chunked open and out came General Martok and Commander Worf, flanked by a gush of Klingons. This was their victory party too. Martok waited for the answer regarding Ziyal too, understanding the complexities of this particular turn. Captain's Table Fire Ship by Diane Carey P211 the harshness of the Klingon word gave clues as to their ingrained disregard for others P253 B’E cast her Klingon reserves overboard and absolutely shook with affection. The Year of Hell Part I When first activated in the Delta Quadrant the Doctor doubted humans and Klingons, Starfleet and Maquis, and Tom Paris, would last more than a week. ALTernate timeline B’E and Harry, stuck in turboshaft for 6 hours, Harry quizzes her on old earth movies, she’s seen the holographic version of To Catch a Thief twice, and insists the lead actor is Clark Gable. No more 20 th century entertainment, I’m terrible at it. She asks question in category athletics, notorious athlete, Parrises Squares, finals, controversial decision. Kim knows it’s M’Kota R’Cho, the first and only professional Klingon to play Parrises Squares, win the finals, 2342, referees called a penalty against his team. M’Kota R’Cho strangled the referee. B’E – impressive. Interstellar history, the one subject B’E almost failed at the academy. You Are Cordially Invited . . . A week after return to DS 9, still celebrating. Banner unfurled on prom, Klingon, Fed and Bajoran. Klingon banner three colored trefoil on two tone green. Up spike red, others green and blue DS 9 HQ for 9th fleet Martok waiting in Sisko’s office, sitting down. Martok new supreme commander of 9th fleet. Sisko recommended Martok. Do you have any idea how much paperwork a supreme commander has to do? Growls. Martok refuses quarters on the station, he’ll keep his flag aboard the Rotarran. Help him feel like he’s still in the war. He would like Worf to continue functioning as his principle intelligence officer. Sisko – He’s the only officer I know who can never get enough work. Martok – If he’s busy he’ll stop going on about this wedding of his. There were times on the Rotarran he nearly drove me mad. Until his son arrived it was all he could talk about. Then Alexander became all he could talk about. The man is nothing if not single minded. Sisko hasn’t met Alexander yet. Martok – He’s a fine boy, dedicated, eager. He has the heart of his father, but he’s not the best soldier I’ve ever seen. Martok wonders over to Sisko’s desk, curious about the baseball. Sisko doesn’t enlighten him. Alexander sitting in Quark’s with Worf and Jadzia, relating tale over mugs of bloodwine. Worf has heard, or knows the story. Alex – But when he ordered me to bring the system back on line, I thought he was still talking about the hydro-static system, so he engaged the pumps while the check valves were open. Flooded the entire deck with super-heated hydralic fluid. It took me three days to clean it up. It still smells like burnt dog hair in there. Jadzia – Remind me to keep you away from the Defiant, you’re a menace. Alex – the Rotarran’s crew actually thinks of me as a good luck charm. The more mistakes I make, the safer they feel. He hopes the Ya’Vang’s crew feels the same way. Alexander got new orders this morning, transfer to Ya’Vang. Battlecruiser Ya’Vang took heavy losses in last engagement. Most of Rotarran crew being transferred there at the end of the week. Quark – Handsome young man, must get his looks from his mother’s side. Quark has offered to host Worf and Jadzia’s wedding. Worf is adamant that they are not getting married in this bar. The ceremony will take place on the Klingon homeworld after the war. Jadzia suggests doing it here, this week. Before Alexander leaves. She would hate Alex to miss his father’s wedding. It would mean so much to Alexander to be part of father’s wedding. It may be a long time before Worf sees him again. Alex comes back with two more blood wines, for himself and Jadzia. Clues in immediately that something’s going on. Worf announces their wedding plans have changed. Getting married on DS 9, and I would like you to be my Tawi’yan. Alexander clueless what Klingon word means. Jadzia supplies Sword-bearer. It’s sort of like a best man. Alex – Me, really? That’s great. Swats tray of glasses Worf has been planning the ceremony for the last three months. He has everything figured out, right down to the color of Jadzia’s shoes. Traditional Klingon wedding with all the trimmings is something Worf’s been thinking about since he was a boy. Probably come from being raised by humans. When it comes to Klingon traditions Worf is very sentimental, sometimes gets misty eyed talking about Klingon rituals. Married on the station in six days. Worf gathers Martok, Sisko, Bashir, O’Brien, to ask them By tradition the Klingon man spends the four nights before his wedding on a mental and spiritual journey. It is called Kal’hyah, the path of clarity. And he is accompanied by his closest male friends. Martok – You cannot imagine the experience that awaits us, four long nights filled with song and fellowship, a time of unbridled pleasures. Klingon bachelor party. Sounds good to O’Brien and Bashir. Meet in holosuite tomorrow night at 2100 Martok – I advise you all to get plenty of rest. Dax will be taking a different journey, with Martok’s wife. Martok’s wife arrives at DS 9 in large ship. Martok – By marrying Worf Dax will be joining the House of Martok. Mistress of a great house must approve all marriages. Sirella will spend the next four days evaluating Jadzia. Sirella, in long dress and robe, large ornate necklace, headdress of silver. Silver house crest at throat. Sallow skin, full lips, narrow face. Extremely even teeth. mid-length brown hair. Martok – My lady Sir – You’ve put on weight, and your hair is going gray. Martok – My deterioration is proceeding apace. Sirella – I thought you would be in your grave by now. Martok chuckles – I shall endeavor to die, this year, if possible. Allow me to present Captain Benjamin Sisko. Captain, may I present the mistress of the house of Martok, my wife and the mother of my children. Sirella, daughter of Linkasa. Sirella – Thank you captain. Where is she? Martok reads off Jadzia’s quarters, lifts a hand to Sirella – shall I escort you? Sirella take the hand to get down the steps – I’ll find my way. If you’ll excuse me. Walks on. Martok breaths after her – Magnificent, isn’t she? Sisko is wary. Jadzia lighting yellow thick candles on table amidst metal jugs. Welcoming display. Worf hovers over everything. Criticizing everything. Var’hama candles, made on Kronos, capture three targs in the Hamar mountains, made the ritual sacrifice at dawn, boil shoulders into tallow, spend two days molding them into candles by hand. Sirella enters Jadzia’s quarters. Jadzia spouts Klingon. Tug son bosh mok a'beh Sirella koh. e'gagh vet moh Sirella – What is he doing here? Worf – I meant no disrespect. Sirella – Then leave. Your worthiness to join our house will now be judged according to the traditions of my family. I doubt that you are prepared. A Klingon woman would find it difficult to gain my favor. For an alien, it will most likely be impossible. I will not have my authority challenged by you. If you cannot say what you mean, say nothing at all. The evaluation will begin tomorrow morning. Have the traditional meal prepared before I arrive. And in the future, if you cannot trouble yourself to make real var’hama candles, try not to use such obvious fakes. Sirella walks out, Jadzia blows candles out. Worf and Martok chat aboard the Rotarran. Obviously Jadzia has related events to Worf. Martok works on padd. Martok never told Worf Sirella was opposed to the marriage. Sirella is a woman of strong convictions. She believes that by bringing aliens into our families we risk losing our identity as Klingons. Worf – That is a prejudiced, xenophobic view. We are Klingons, Worf. We don’t embrace other cultures, we conquer them. If someone wishes to join us, they must honor our traditions and prove themselves worthy of wearing the crest of a great house. Of course Jadzia is worthy. She’s an honorable woman and a formidable warrior. Worf – You should say that to Sirella. Martok – That’s not such a good idea. I don’t want her to think that I’m interfering in her domain. Worf – Perhaps I should speak with her. Coming from me it would not seem like a challenge to her authority. Martok – I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Worf leans over large bare table – Why? Martok – Uh, well, um, the truth is she doesn’t like you that much either. Don’t let that bother you. I had every right to bring you into the family and she’s accepted the fact that there’s nothing she can do about it. Worf – How comforting. Martok chuckles and grasps Worf by the shoulders – And they say that you have no sense of humor! Alexander joins others in Kal’hyah. Start in cave lit by candles, high braziers, very hot. Central fire pit. Red on yellow Trefoil banner behind table of food. Ma’stakas in an umbrella stand, ball clubs wrapped in skins. Alexander can barely say his name in Klingon, doesn’t know anything about kay’hyah ritual. Bashir and O’Brien are looking for a party. Wearing long tan vests. Martok and Worf enter – Prepare yourselves, my friends, for a journey you won’t soon forget. At the conclusion of the wedding ceremony, use ma’stakas to attack Worf and Dax. The tradition dates back to the wedding of Kahless and Lukara, who were almost killed by Molar’s troops moments after they were married. Until the ceremony, keep these with you at all times. Martok – It is a symbolic attack only. Alexander goes for a turkey leg. That food is not to be eaten. It is there to tempt us to break our fast. There are six trials on the path to kal’hyah, deprivation is the first. Blood, pain, sacrifice, anguish, and death. Four days fast, until the day of the wedding. Martok – It is a short time, but we must make the best of it. Quark raises large banner with House of Martok symbol over yellow dagger with red spots on dagger. Alexander passes out. Bashir slaps face to revive him. Alexander moans Grandma? The heat got to him. Needs water, from canteen. The heat, the whole point is to push yourself to the limits of your endurance. Alexander draws himself up – I wish to travel the whole path. Stoke the fire again! Martok and Worf sing happily around the fire. Martok – of course, we can’t expect you non-Klingons to have the same stamina, if you want to quit, no one will think any less of you. Jadzia lifts heavy smoking braziers, places them on pedestals sloppily. Ko’ma tlang’gos ak-bay Hava’dak croosh tovah Ko’ma Kahless, ko’ma Kahless, ko’ma Kahless Al’qoch mensah t’lang cho. Sirella endlessly critical. Jadzia continues to rush through the ceremony, her body position is poor, and the placement of the braziers on their pedestals is sloppy. A Klingon woman would not complain. Sirella – End this now, Jadzia. Go back to your own people. They will tolerate your weaknesses, and your failings in a way that a Klingon family never will. In our house, you would always be an alien, an outsider. At best you’d be an object of pity, but you’d never be accepted. Never an equal, because you can never truly be one of us. Later Jadzia recites history of women of Sirella’s family. Jadzia sits at tale with candles burning, while Sirella paces. The Second Dynasty ended when General K’trelan assassinated Emperor Reclaw. For the next 10 years the empire was ruled by a council elected by the people. Modern-day Klingon historians refer to this as the Dark Time. But it’s interesting to note that this was the first and only experiment in Klingon democracy actually produced several reforms. Sirella – You are straying from the saga! Your task is to recite the complete chronicle of the women in my family. I am familiar with Klingon history. Now, return to the story of my 23 rd maternal grandmother, Shenara, daughter of emperor Reclaw in the second dynasty. Jadzia did some research. When Emperor Reclaw was killed, all of the members of the imperial family were put to death, including Shenara. When the third dynasty was founded 10 years later, a new group were given the titles and the names of the original imperial family. To create the illusion of an unbroken line. The woman Sirella thinks of as her 23 rd maternal grandmother isn’t related to her at all. Your real ancestor’s name was Karana, a concubine living outside the imperial stables. Sirella’s belief has no basis in fact. But, who cares about facts? The chronicle says you have imperial blood in your veins, and that’s exactly what we’ll keep telling everyone. Siralla looms over Jadzia – Continue with the saga! Kal’haya guys walk through Prom in long vests and ma’stakas Worf - Now begins the trial of blood. Who will be first? Martok – Let rivers flow from our veins. Martok and Worf busy with long knives in the fire pit. Bashir goes first. The pain will last for only a moment. Jadzia throws a wild party. Jadzia knows Sutherland crew. Captain Shelby owed Jadzia a favor. Quark jealous Jadzia going to waste herself on that walking frown she calls a fiancé. Sirella comes in on party, time for bre’nan ritual. Sirella – You! Leave her or I’ll cut your head off and hang it from my belt! Jadzia is busy acting like a Risian slut. You will come with me now and perform the bre’nan ritual to my satisfaction or I will cancel your wedding. Jadzia – Torukdoh! Sirella pulls a d’k tagh from right side with left hand. Jadzia knocks it aside, gives her a left to the jaw. Sirella recovers – Mok’ta vor. Kash a’veh! Spits, departs. Kal’hyah hang by hands from bar, over heat. Until they have visions of the future. 10:30am After party Jadzia orders double raktajino, extra sweet. Worf shows up in uniform. He is concerned. Very serious problem. Sirella has cancelled the wedding. She says Jadzia attacked her. Jadzia forbidden to join the House of Martok. Jadzia – So I won’t be invited to the family picnics. I’ll live. Worf – I cannot believe you are taking this so lightly. You must go to Sirella and beg her forgiveness. Jadzia – I don’t beg. Worf- You are allowing your pride to blind you. Jadzia – You want to be go crawling to some old hag so you can have your traditional Klingon wedding. Worf – This is about more than tradition. You and I have embarked on spiritual journey, one that will bind us together through this life and into the next. You cannot turn back now. Jadzia – Why don’t you go back to sweating and bleeding, and when you’re done we’ll have Benjamin perform the ceremony. Worf – If that is your attitude, perhaps Sirella was right about you. There should be no wedding. Martok comes to see pensive Worf on Defiant. Martok puts a hand up for Worf to remain seated - Worf, you have made a grave error. Do you still love her? Love may not be enough. Worf outlines their differences. She is a Trill, I am a Klingon. She has had five marriages, this would be my first. When she is laughing, I am somber. When I am happy, she is crying. She plays tongo with the Ferengi bartender, I can barely stand him. She mocks everything, while I take everything seriously. She is noting like the woman I thought I would marry. Martok – we are not accorded the luxury of choosing the women we fall in love with. Do you think Sirella is anything like the woman I thought that I’d marry? She is a prideful, arrogant mercurial woman. Who shares my bed far too infrequently for my taste. And yet, I love her deeply. We Klingons often tout our prowess in battle. Our desire for glory and honor above all else. But how hollow is the sound of victory without someone to share it with? Honor gives little comfort to a man alone in his home and in his heart. Sisko and Martok and Alexander come to Bashir and O’Brien about to break the fast at Quark’s. The wedding is back on. Worf is apologizing to Jadzia at this very moment. No food for those on the path to kal’hyah. Worf comes to Quark’s, Jadzia refused to change her mind. Alexander sees him and picks up that something is not right. Sisko reminds Jadzia that to Sirella Jadzia is just a young woman who wants to marry into her family. Curzon was once Fed Ambassador to the Klingon Empire, negotiated the Khitomer accords. Jadzia wasn’t looking to fall in love, but one day a Klingon with a bad attitude walks into her life. Next thing she knows she’s getting married. Dax still leads with the heart. That’s what Worf, and Sisko, love about her. Klingon ships hover over DS 9 Double kettle drum beating, braziers with fire on raised platform. Banner of house of Martok behind. Sirella steps up. Martok deeply moved by ceremony. Martok wears a red silken sash over left shoulder. Sirella only has the one dress. Sirella: "With Fire and steel did the gods forge a Klingon heart. So fiercely did it beat, so loud was the sound, that the gods cried out "On this day we have brought forth the strongest heart in all the heavens. None can stand before it without trembling at its strength." But then the Klingon heart weakened. It's steady rhythm faltered. The gods said, "Why have you weakened so? We have made you the strongest of all of creation." Sirella: "And the heart said;" Worf steps out from behind a curtain, circlet on head, red leather outfit – I am alone Sirella: "And the gods knew they had erred. So they went back to their forge and brought forth another heart." Jadzia walks alone through crowd, circlet on head, red dress. Sirella steps back, Alexander steps up, hands them bat’leths after a little bow. Jadzia first, then Worf. Sirella: "But the second heart beat stronger than the first. The first was jealous of it's power." Ritual one blow, Jadzia gets blade to Worf’s throat. Sirella: "Fortunately the second heart was tempered with wisdom." Jadzia – "If we join together no force can stop us." Jadzia removes blade from Worf’s throat, Alexander takes bat’leths, steps back. Worf and Jadzia face each other, loose embrace, as Sirella speaks. Sirella: "And when the two hearts began to beat together, they filled the heavens with a terrible sound. For the first time the gods knew fear. They tried to flee but it was too late. The Klingon hearts destroyed the gods who made them and turned the heavens to ashes. To this very day, no one can oppose the beating of two Klingon hearts. Not even me." Worf, son of Mogh, does your heart beat only for this woman? Worf has eyes only for Jadzia - Yes And will you swear to join with her, and stand with her against all who would oppose you? I swear. Jadzia, daughter of Kela. Does your heart beat only for this man? Jadzia turns to look at Sirella - yes. And will you swear to join with him, and stand with him against all who would oppose you? I swear. Then let all present here know that this man and this woman are married. Kiss. Martok smiles and nods. Assemble crowd claps. Worf hugs Sirella, Jadzia bows to Sirella, My lady. Welcome to the House of Martok, my daughter. They embrace. Bashir and O’Brien are impatient to attack with ma’stakas The Year of Hell, Part II B’E toasts to distant friends with pureed survival rations She’s still having trouble with the starboard nacelle – 3 weeks minimum Planet X by Michael Jan Friedman 20 Worf no longer believed in showing a lot of emotion in public, especially when he was in command of the Defiant. Naturally Jadzia believed otherwise. Worf and his new mate different on a great many subjects. Worf hadn’t been on Enterprise in over a year. Worf sure some of his former comrades on Enterprise would find something humorous in his marriage to Jadzia. Worf had expected some sore of reception, but there is none. Times change, people change. With the efforts of the Klingon Empire so vital to Fed security these days, Starfleet Command holding a strategy meeting with a number of high-ranking Klingon military leaders. As the Starfleet officer most familiar with Klingon customs, Worf was asked to attend a planning session at Starbase 42. the last thing Command wanted to do was offend or alienate its guests. And who knew the potential pitfalls better than a warrior of the House of Martok? Enterprise selected because Picard had served as the Klingons’ Arbiter of Succession years earlier. That had given Picard some standing in the Empire, his input valued. Worf did his beat to conceal his disappointment at Picard’s lack of interest in Worf’s marriage. He had expected a bit more for the man he had designated his cha’DIch, his ceremonial defender. Worf thought maybe Picard was disappointed in him, Worf held his wedding without inviting anyone form the Enterprise. Worf- I would have invited you to the wedding, but Alexander was shipping out in a matter of days. There was no time Worf had hoped to find some sense of family on this new Enterprise. Worf was jolted by a loud and raucous sound as he entered the observation lounge. He had already assumed a Mok’bara stance and bared his teeth before he realized it was a surprise party. Riker and Crusher and Geordi and Data and Deanna and Guinan. A Klingon does not startle Picard toasts – To Commander Worf, our friend and comrade now and forever Riker – And to Commander Dax Deanna – May they bring honor and gladness to the House of Martok Crusher – May their hearts always beat together Guinan – And may their love for one another never lose its edge Worf smiled, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection Worf – On behalf of Jadzia and the House of Martok, I offer my thanks. Riker – Don’t forget your anniversary. I understand the little woman swings a mean bat’leth Geordi – though, from what I’ve heard, not half as mean as your mother-in-law’s Worf had to maintain the pretense that their gibes annoyed him. A warrior could act no other way. But, truthfully, he found himself basking in the warmth of their company 49 in their last meeting, Worf had developed quite a respect for Wolverine’s prowess as a warrior Worf wanted to introduce Wolverine to his holodeck calisthenics program 71 Holoprogram a gift from Alexander; steamy tropical jungle, blood blackened white-stone alter. Birds scream. Crimson sky. Worf no particular liking for the place. flora unpleasant scent. Alexander gave it to Worf when Alexander was living with Rozhenkos on Earth. If one could ignore the smell the opportunities for battle were most exhilarating Worf has seen Wolverine use his claws. Worf has his bat’leth Worf could feel his pulse quickening, his blood growing hotter. His lips pulled back in anticipation of the battle to come. Wolverine was more like the Terran predator he had been named for, or like a Klingon. The only thing Worf didn’t understand was the mutant’s disguise. If a warrior concealed his identity from others, how could he bring honor to his house? The mace-stroke of a hulking blue-skinned Pandrilite, sword of a lightning-quick Orion, a Chardeni whipmaster, Drilikan assassin with garrote. A shaggy Bandelaar dropped from the trees with axe. A Shriiton trident-warrior. At least four levels. Some of Worf’s colleagues might have been shocked at his love of violence, but not Wolverine. Lt. Sovar, new Enterprise-E security officer Klingon and Romulan and Draa’kon weapons based on disruption technology 160 Worf, Banshee, Archangel and three security officers beam to Draa’kon vessel the Connharakt. Lt Lee Wayne killed first. Kirby and Ditko. cries so guttural even a Klingon couldn’t have made them, a shriek so loud even Worf could barely stand it. Klingons believes the body to be nothing more than a shell for the spirit. Since Wayne’s spirit had clearly been released, Worf felt no responsibility regarding it. They were al alive, all in one piece. It was the best Worf could have hoped for. He herded his charges down the corridor. His mission wasn’t over yet. It wouldn’t be until he got his team home again. He shook his shaggy head 251 in the holodeck program Worf knew their adversaries weren’t far off. The birds shrieked more loudly, the trees bowing deeper under the press of the hot, tropical wind. Worf could feel his heart rate speeding up. He looked about, jaw clenched, bracing himself for the attack he knew would come. Wolverine makes a holoprogram in Alexander’s jungle setting, with Sabretooth, the Blob, Juggernaut. It is an honor fighting beside you Resurrection Jadzia suggests Kira bring Captain Boday to their quarters for dinner. Kira thinks this is a bad idea, number one because Jadzia used to go out with Boday, number two because Worf hates him. Two raktajinos extra strong for Kira and Jadzia, from replicator in Ops. Klingons walk the Prom Mirror Bareil goes to dinner with Kira at Dax and Worf’s. he smiles when Kira asks him if he likes Klingon food. 
Mirror Bareil tells story – an hour later the Klingon guard returns to my cell and puts down what was supposed to be my last meal, I slip his mek’leth out of it’s scabbard, hide it in my shirt. That night I use the blade to deactivate the sensor alarm, open cell door, escape. Jadzia and Kira laugh. Worf looks askance at Bareil’s account. Bottle of bloodwine on table at Worf’s elbow, with metal mug, others have glass goblets. Utensil by Worf’s plate. Done eating, much debris on plates and center platter. Worf - All it was was a story. It was well told, but there was no truth to any of it. You want us to believe you stole a mek’leth from a Klingon warrior. Jadzia clears away the sushi plates and looks at Worf. Jadzia – It’s not polite to accuse the guest of lying. Jadzia places small red jell-o dessert, with brown topping, on table, hands Worf a spatula – Would you like to do the honors? Bareil slices it in 4 with Worf’s mek’leth. Cleans blade and hands it to Worf. Kira invites Bareil in to her place at end of evening – would you like a rakajino? After a big Klingon meal Kira doesn’t usually eat for two days. Jadzia told Worf Kira would sleep with Bareil, he never doubted her. Kira – Worf, any news from General Martok’s scout ships? Worf – They report no Dominion activity along the border. Jadzia idea of romantic is midnight swim in holodeck. Potential baby index Kira/Mirror Bareil Random Thoughts B’E, annoyed that the idiot stepped on her foot, thought about hurting him back. Punching him twice in the face, but she shook off the impulse. Aggravated Violent Thought resulting in bodily harm Tom can’t leave B’E on planet waiting for lobotomy Tuvok – this is not the first time Lt. Torres’ violent proclivities have created problems. The Mari didn’t get very far in their engramatic purge of B’E, though she might have fewer violent engrams, though she tells the Doctor there are plenty more where those came from. She thanks Tuvok for getting her out of there. He says he was merely pursuing the truth. Investigating this case has given Tuvok new respect for her inner struggle. Burdened as she is with her primitive Klingon psyche, it is a wonder she manages to keeps her violent thoughts under control as much as she does. There are various Vulcan techniques that could help her keep them under control. Statistical Probabilities Worf and Jadzia with others in Sisko’s quarters for Damar’s speech. Worf not in favor of genetically enhanced people. Bashir is an exception. Klingons not involved in Damar and Weyoun attempt at peace talks. Klingon female warrior at Quark’s Potential baby index – Bashir/Lauren Concerning Flight B’E and Seven had a run-in in engineering. B’E called Seven an automaton and employed a series of profane Klingon insults. Seven offers to translate them for the Doctor. Mortal Coil no Klingon content The Magnificent Ferengi Klingons at Quark’s. Jadzia back from dangerous mission, first successful scouting behind enemy lines, with O’Brien and Bashir. Waltz Worf takes Defiant to search for Sisko with 52 hour limit, then must go to protect Fed troop convoy traveling through cover of Badlands. Kira reiterates her orders to Worf that there is a time limit to the search. Less than 12 hours before abandoning the search, Defiant has picked up 12 survivors. Garbled transmission opens opportunity to prolong search. Jadzia – Commander Worf is captain of this mission. Worf - We all know what Major Kira’s orders were, it would be dishonorable to ignore them. Bashir – Sorry if I don’t think your honor is as important as Sisko’s life. Worf orders Defiant to leave system, Dax puts it in. then they rescue Sisko. Continue on to troop escort duty. Waking Moments From observing Torres and Paris, Seven has learned that humans sometimes need a pretext for being intimate with one another. B’E, working night shift, got off at 0700 to meet Tom for breakfast but he slept through it. Tom hates never seeing each other, B’E is off Friday night. Tom suggests skiing at St. Moritz, they went skiing last time and B’E loved it, though this time she wants someplace warmer. She suggest Fiji, Samoa. Tom suggests spring skiing in Chile. B’E suggests Tahiti as a compromise. Water skiing. B’E unaware of lucid dreaming despite being friend of Chakotay Message in a Bottle B’E refers to Seven as cold, patronizing, arrogant, not difficult, she’s impossible. Chakotay is getting tired of playing referee between Chakotay and Seven. B’E – does the word irrelevant mean anything to you? If she gets in my way again I’m not responsible. Chakotay reminds B’E she is a senior officer, and should act like one. B’E talks with Seven, tries to get her to say please and thank-you, not be so rude. Deep Space Nine Technical Manual by Herman Zimmerman, Rick Sternbach, Doug Drexler page 2 map of Milky Way galaxy showing Klingon space in relation to Fed and Romulan p66 Current standard issue communicator badge of Klingon Defense Force is provided to all KDF crews including troops assigned to DS 9 beginning in 2374. The casing is polyduranium and layered in tempered baakonite and is emblazoned with the insignia of the particular Klingon military division to which it is issued. The subspace transceiver has significant control of distant transporter systems. The unit to unit range is 960 kilometers. The UT library is even more limited than the Bajoran unit but the real time translator is comparable in speed. Power is by a miniature sintered therminium cell, which provides current from controlled radioisotope decay. A new cell can run for 4.65 weeks. P87 the bladed weapons are unique to Klingon forces on DS 9. A Klingon warrior prefers the more aggressive hand to hand fight but does not hesitate to use disruptor if required P80 current Klingon frontline energy weapon is the disruptor, which doubles as a rifle unit. The physics behind the disruptor involves the creation of a particle stream in which total energy field per particle is so high that it cannot be contained for more than a few milli-seconds. The field rapidly unwinds and the instability releases the contained energy, disrupting any matter the beam contacts. The main components include a long term capacitance power cell, forced energy particle generator, triply redundant waveguide and accelerator stage and beam emitter. The rifle components add an extended charge capacitance cell, augmented accelerator for higher energy particle production and induction coil assembly to recharge the unit and power the accelerator. The total measurable charge in pistol is 1.2 x 10 7th megajoules. Rifle is 6.5 x 10 7th megajoules. A wide variety of ceremonial knives and daggers fill the typical Klingon warrior's collection. Bat'leth - robust multi-gripped main battle weapon constructed from baakonite a metal similar in ductibility and specific gravity to tritanium. Mek'leth fabrication is also from baakonite though some have been successfully made from dikeiferate, which has a density 1.18 times baakonite. A critical balance must be maintained between overall mass required for striking inertia and the ability to move that mass by the person wielding it. D'k tahg at least four variations of the three bladed dagger have existed in Klingon arsenal over the past century. Two with articulated side blades and two with fixed blades. P89 present d'k tahg typically fabricated from two alloys urs'ga rakch a dark metallic compound that strengthens with age and is used to form the handle, and kar'kethet a naturally malleable alloy that converts to a single inelastic metal crystal with the application of 6590 degrees Celsius for 72 hours. P161 Klingon spacecraft Vor'cha class production base Qo'noS Orbital Factory Base 1900 plus flight crew and troops 481.32 meters long 341.76 meters wide 106.87 meters height 2238000 metric tonnes warp 9.6 18 ship mounted disruptors one large forward disruptor 3 torpedo launchers Klingon writing on starboard wing, Klingon symbol on port wing Negh'var class production base Qo'noS Orbital Factory Base 2500 plus flight crew and troops 682.32 meters long 470.09 meters wide 136.65 meters height 4310000 metric tonnes warp 9.6 20 disruptors one forward disruptor 4 torpedo launchers Klingon writing on starboard wing, Klingon symbol on port wing B'rel / K'vort production base Qo'noS Orbital Factory Base Scout B'rel / cruiser K'vort, 4.3 times scale 12 / 1500 crew 157.76 / 678.36 length 181.54 / 780.62 beam 98.54 / 423.72 height 236000 metric tonnes / 1890000 mt warp 9.6 for both 2 disruptor cannons and one torpedo for scout four disrupor cannons and 2 torpedos for cruiser k't'inga production base Qo'noS Orbital Factory Base 800 crew length 349.54 beam 251.76 height 98.41 760000mt warp 9.6 6 disruptors 2 torpedoes |
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