Vulcan's Soul Book I Exodus by Josepha Sherman and Susan Schwartz 
January 2377 
Chekov useful in Dom War, quick efficient, merciful trauma at SF Academy. Chekov was once Captain of the USS Undaunted. 
Dom War disrupted all ordinary existence in Fed. No non-war effort expenditure. 
Many Fed members still keeping wary eye on Breen. 
Watraii attack Romulan colony Nemor. Watraii eradicated Nemor in a way that made Narendra III look like a picnic. 
The Fed's two uneasy imperial allies. The Klingons and the Romulan. 
Klingons, dressed for official function, cheerfully gaudy with red black and bright silver House baldrics glittering with signs of clan and rank, tall red and black House banners. 
Romulans, great gamblers 
Fierce dark green vessels of the Klingons 
Deadly blood-green Romulan ships 
The Klingon Empire under Chancellor Martok, continues to favor a partnership with the Fed. 
Praetor Neral 
Romulan historic heroic figures Estrak and Thuraka, they never shrank from doing what must be done. 
Praetor Neral. 
Charvanek, consort to Praetor Narviat, and chief of Rom Intelligence. Liviana, whose public use name was Charvonek. 
Charvanek thinks Fed too worried about keeping the peace with Klingons and other factions to risk doing anything that might upset anyone 
Min Zife, blue Bolian, current president of the Federation 
If the Klingons find out the Fed is aiding the Roms, jeopardize the alliance. Fed openly siding with Klingons by not acting to aid Roms would really piss off Roms. 
Saavik, USS Alliance, Excelsior-class, Captain, post Dom War. Saavik leads un-sanctioned group of Fed ships to aid Roms. Two Klingon ships join. 
Page 176 Commander Tor'ka sutai Triquetra, captain of the Demon Justice, ship of the Demon fleet of the Klingon Assault Group. A huge muscular warrior. 
Demon Fleet – privateers / pirates licensed by the Klingon government but not officially acknowledged 
Page 176 JuB-Chal captain of Dragon's Wrath, a ship painted a startling white, an older warrior, one with the flaming red hair that sometimes appeared in noble Houses. A white ship is unusual. The Dragon's Wrath is a white kvort-class bird of prey. Some enemies have thought it a hospital ship but have learned to their dismay that it is not. Klingon humor. JuB-Chal – the Romulans may be our sometime foes but there's no honor in letting someone else kill them. 
They are along on this mission for honor, glory and blood. 
We are used to battle fury. It does not cloud our minds. 
Saavik is the one who first called together this glorious adventure. As war leader, it is only right and honorable for her to be the one to give order. 
The Klingons attack the Watraii, destroy a ship. 
The Klingons fight, they are Klingons, it is their nature. 
   Vulcan's Soul Book II Exiles by Josepha Sherman and Susan Schwartz 
SD 54107.8
Federation members the Zanri, Zarins
One year two months post Dominion War
Chekov missing with Watraii two months, rescued from Watraii planet
Vulcan Quaris-class world
Bogati, species
partha-leather
the Klingon High Council can not spare any Defense Force vessels to aid Romulans, Watraii space, primary mission to rescue Chekov
in the aftermath of the Dominion War and continued conflicts both internal and external the Empire, Chancellor Martok, simply did not have the ships to spare, especially not to send aid to their ancient enemies the Romulans
two Klingon ships come up on USS Alliance, Captain Saavik. One a standard Klingon rust-red, the other a startling white.
Page 131 Captain Tor'ka sutai Triquetra, captain of the rust red Demon Justice, ship of the Demon fleet of the Klingon Assault Group. Huge muscular warrior. Privateer, joined USS Alliance, Captain Saavik, mission to aid Romulans, Watraii space, primary mission to rescue Chekov
Page 131 JuB-Chal, captain of white Dragon's Wrath, older warrior. Privateer, joined USS Alliance, Captain Saavik, mission to aid Romulans, Watraii space, primary mission to rescue Chekov
Rescuing a comrade is an honorable action
Page 152 do nothing as though we are no more than a group of clumsy khaQpu'
Klingon battle courtesy. The right of first kill
Russian swear word – gospoda
In battle the Klingon ships destroy one Watraii vessel each
Letting out ear-splitting howls of triumph
Once again Captain Saavik has given JuB-Chal and Tor'ka a glorious fight
It will be joyous to join you in battle again
   Vulcan's Soul Book III by Josepha Sherman and Susan Schwartz 
 
   S.C.E. No Surrender by Jeff Mariotte
Kursican Orbital Incarceration Platform, a prison station
System practically in the Delta Quadrant. Not a Federation planet, but they are under consideration.
Prisoners the worst of the worst of the system, include humans, an Andorian, a handful of Klingons
   S.C.E. Caveat Emptor by Ian Edginton and Mike Collins
P81 jIyajchu I understand
P81 pfagh!
Captain David Gold of the da Vinci learning Klingon from a small hologram warrior. Attempting to correctly pronounce the uniquely hacking, phlegmy sound that punctuated most Klingon grammar
Gold's son Daniel Gold's youngest, Esther Gold, has a new beau, a Klingon politician, and sent Captain Gold the program so he would be able to lean rudiments of the language and address her boyfriend correctly.
Rozhenkos live in Minsk
P84 Khor, son of Lantar of the House of Gorkon
Dating a Klingon can be tricky, but Esther and Khor have been inseparable since they met some two months ago. She got into an argument with him in a bar on Qo'noS. Khor and buddies started haranguing Earth has no truly great deeds, or battles worthy of song and saga.
Praxis 80 years ago.
Khor one of the youngest Captains to command a fleet during the Dominion War
Last month he was appointed to Chancellor Martok's staff
Esther told Khor about Masada. He escorted her home. Next day invited her to an opera recital.
Breen economy in turmoil since 6 months, since the fall of the Dominion and the reparations imposed by the Fed/Klingon/Romulan alliance
Breen energy-dissipating weapons still secret technology
P95 Ferengi Rhut specialized in Klingon commodities, mostly Kohlar beast bellies and bloodwine.
P105 Ferengi ' This is what happens when you clothe females, they get delusions of Klingonhood.
P113 handbooks of war ' Ferengi Rules of Acquision, Sun-Tzu's The Art of War, Adm. Chekov's Meditations on a Pre-Surak Vulcan, and the writings of Kahless
P150 The Ferengi ship Debenture of Triple-Lined Latinum, Captain Phug, life-support systems on the ship are of a type that both Romulans and Klingons consider possession of to be tantamount to a declaration of war.
The da Vinci impounds them
   S.C.E. Past Life
no Klingon content
  S.C.E. Oaths by Glenn Hauman
P245 SD 53661.9
Esther Gold and Khor son of Lantar still together
Gold family gathering, Captain David Gold, his wife Rachel, son Daniel met Esther and Khor. Good time.
P253 Donatu V near Sherman's Planet
Battle of Donatu V over settlements in the sector, inconclusive
Difficulties until Organians imposed unilateral peace
The Klingons never got around to that area of space after the Enterprise Tribble incident.
Almost as if they were allergic to something
K-7 a week away from Sherman's Planet
Imperfection 
B’E knows what its like to be stuck in sickbay, she’s escaped from the Doctor once or twice herself, and doesn’t turn Seven in when Seven walks out. 
Seven asks B’E if she believes when she dies her spirit will go to Sot-vo-Kor. Sto-Vo-Kor, Lt., do you believe you’ll go there? 
B’E – I guess it all depends on how honorable my death is. 
Seven – You do believe there is something after death? 
B’E – I hope so. 
B’E comforts Seven, Seven has made an impact on every member of Voyager crew, that is her legacy. 
The Doctor comes in – I should have known B’E would harbor a fugitive. 
B’E – We difficult patients need to stick together. 
  S.C.E. Foundations II by Dayton Ward and Kevin Dilmore
318 2377 The Senuta are from a star system deep in the Beta Quadrant on the edge of explored Klingon space. Weeks away at high warp from Fed space. First contact SD 53675.1, with Fed S.C.E. Worf ambassador last year. Basically humanoid. Similar to Bynars, 1.5 meters tall, slight of build, plate skin. Iridescent blue eyes.
Drive 
B’E and Tom have finally managed to get a week-end off together. B’E has been trading favors so they can get the holodeck to themselves, the doctor is the last holdout. First Romantic getaway in months. Gedi Prime – vacation paradise, beaches 
Tom forgets all about the romantic getaway when he learns of Antarian Trans-stellar Rally. He comes to B’E to explain, she understands completely. The holodeck will always be there, this race won’t. she doesn’t make any fuss 
She goes to Mess Hall for chat with Neelix – It’s time I faced facts, we just don’t belong together. He should be able to do what makes him happy. Maybe love isn’t enough. 
Klingon phrase B’E’s grandmother used to use – Mok’tah, it means bad match. 
B’E hates that it’s taken three years for her to realize it. Tom is a great guy, lots of fun together, which seems to be enough for Tom, but not for B’E. she plans to tell him after the race. 
Neelix – I may not know much about Klingon tradition, but keeping Tom in the dark doesn’t seem very honorable. 
B’E – its Tom the erratic individual who takes getting used to. 
B’E takes on job of Tom’s co-pilot, Qapla, it means success. 
Tom knows how much B’E hates to lose. 
B’E – why wait for an opening when you can make one? 
Too risky, that doesn’t sound like the Tom Paris I know. 
Tom upset that B’E takes initiative. 
B’E thought if they were in the rally together, something Tom carried about, it might help their relationship. 
Tom didn’t know it needed help, which is part of the problem. Tom likes scraping shields occasionally, keeps things interesting. 
Tom wants to be the guy B’E is in love with, B’E didn’t know that, wasn’t aware of his priorities. 
Tom never talked about his feelings before, B’E has that tough Klingon exterior. Didn’t think she liked the mushy stuff. She’s in the mood for mushy stuff. 
Tom proposes marriage 15 seconds before Delta Flyer warp core breach. 
B’E – I thought you only asked because we were about to explode. 
Tom – Well, we’re still alive and I’m still asking. 
B’Elanna Paris? Tom Torres? 
B’E wears ring. 
They go off on honeymoon in Delta Flyer, with Just Married written on stern and trailing cargo canisters 
  You May Kiss The Bride Strange New Worlds 8
Klingon wedding traditions
Traditional red Klingon warrior gown
B'Elanna put the back of her hand to her forehead in a gesture that Tom knew meant she was struggling to control the more Klingon aspects of her personality.
B'Elanna wore dress uniform instead of a gown
B'Elanna and Tom decide to formally join their lives together
Tarkalian war cry
tragbeast's death howl
B'Elanna and Tom wrote their own vows
Tom's wedding vows - I never imagined I could be this lucky
Wailing Klingons at conclusion of vows
By the power vested in me by Starfleet I now pronounce you husband and wife.
  Transfiguration Strange New Worlds 8
When B'Elanna was growing up she was the only Klingon around, so people were always staring at her. Kids were always making fun of her cranial ridges
If B'Elanna's mother is dead, B'Elanna knows she died with honor and that makes B'Elanna proud. It doesn't take away the pain but it gives her something good to hold on to.
B'Elanna gives alien girl a stuffed targ
Critical Care 
Tom and Harry play holo hockey with Nausicaans 
  The Genesis Wave by John Vornholt 
43 a grizzled old Klingon sat alone at a table in the back of a dark tavern, wild salt and pepper hair, craggy forehead ridges split diagonally by an old scar, eyebrows that bristled like weeds, a broken nose and a pointy white beard, streaked with black. 
A mug studded with targ knuckles 
Skull stew 
The Klingon consul, drunk again. he’s pretty peaceful, for a Klingon. He’s quite reasonable when he’s not getting nostalgic. 
Maltz remembers the green fire, the lava and geysers, the awful wind, always the wind. It sweeps across the land like a burning curtain, but it leaves new life, strange life, growing in its place. Awful things, growing in the muck. 
Hakon used to have a lot of Klingons, or bartender Tellarite Pasoot used to serve a lot of them. Patoorgisston, the capital of Hakon’s sole inhabitable continent. Tellarite colony, hot and try the way they liked it. far from zones, sites of recent conflicts. Close to the middle of the Milky Way. A forgotten corner of the Fed, sector 4368. Tellarites vocal, loud voices carry. 
A Klingon that old should either be a general, an ambassador, or dead. 
How to sober up a Klingon; impugn their honor, but I wouldn’t recommend it. 
Snoring harshly 
A Klingon is always impressive 
Officer Maltz, to your feet! The enemy is near! Jagh! Jagh! 
Maltz - It was that madman Kruge, who got us captured. I could not do . . . 
If he had any klin at all he would shake off this flunky and crawl into a dark tavern 
But that old call of duty still stirred him, even though everything he did in this post was pointless. most days he felt like a sideshow attraction. 
Look at the Klingon! Hakon is important enough to have one of its very own 
The Klingon knew he ought to take her in his arms and protect her, instead of the other way around, but he was beyond offering protection to anyone, including himself. Now he was propped up against the wall to be admired like the relic he was. 
Maltz was old enough to remember fighting against these people on a daily basis, before the Khitomer Accords. 
How had he turned from a proud warrior to a broken-down souvenir for the conquering enemy? 
Maltz - When did we lose? When did a pack of puny do-gooders take over our lives and our heritage and turn us into diplomats. A whore you dress up and show off for dinner, not a warrior. But this is what I’ve been reduced to by the Fed. 
The Klingon Empire is still as powerful and respected as ever. 
Maltz - The niceness and even-handedness of the Fed has spilled over, infecting us. There is no way to die with honor anymore. No way to redeem myself. I should blame Kruge as much as Kirk. It’s not diplomats and massive fleets who decide history, it’s out there, where two captains meet in the eye of the storm! And destroy my career. 
He straightened his cloak and yanked his gleaming chain-mail sash cross over his gaunt frame. 
His nostrils flaring at the smell of food 
Maltz grabs tray of glasses of Saurian ale, empties a flower vase, pours ale from glasses into vase, drinks from the warrior-sized receptacle that fit his hand. Confiscates half a tray of truffles. 
Bekra, the Capellan consul, self-appointed social director, male, annoys Maltz 
Softening his scowl to a mild frown 
The Klingons require more security controls than are typical. Consul Maltz spends a great deal of his time checking to make sure all the conditions are met. Maltz rubber-stamped everything that crossed his desk. 
Wiped the excess ale from his beard with the back of his gauntlet 
The Orion trader – There’s something familiar about you. 
Maltz tapped the crocked dent in his forehead ridge 
Maltz was on Hakon during the war. 
He truly didn’t want to hear anything about his past, whether it was factual or not. 
The Klingon’s stomach heaved and he felt the bile of almost a century of dodging the past come surging up his throat. 
Maltz – I have been a bounty hunter and worse than that. 
Maltz grabs Orion who remembers him as a bounty hunter, other trade delegates subdue him. Maltz was all elbows, fists, and hobnailed boots. It felt good to fight. There were no friends or enemies, just the enemy, he had to silence them all. 
None of the guests were seriously injured and they relished the opportunity to tangle with a Klingon. At least you lived up to your advance billing. 
When he was a bounty hunter, Maltz thought someone would kill him, but nobody ever did. 
He dropped to his knees, beating his fists against his craggy skull 
Leah Brahms offers to take Maltz off the Hakon official’s hands. 
He was grizzled and old but he also looked defiant and vibrantly alive. 
I know the code word, what your people called this device many years ago. The Klingon High Council has our reports, but we never learned how to make it. all this time I have feared it would be used again, and now it has. 
79 Maltz paced in his cell, suddenly more sober than he had been in the last 50 years. All he knew was that he had to get out of holding cell and help that poor deluded human. 
Maltz knew how long it would take to rouse the magistrates, look though all the bars on Hakon. 
Maltz had thought about breaking out of the holding calls before, but his rashness was always tempered by the knowledge that he would have to deal with these people the next day. Now there would be no tomorrow. Although they had taken his knife, they had left him his ceremonial chain-mail sash, not knowing what a treasure trove a Klingon’s sash could be. 
He turned over his sash and unsnapped the back lining. From hidden crevices and folds he drew forth his arsenal; three small throwing daggers, a garrote and fishing line, a stiletto, a vial of deadly poison, a vial of acid, a wad of gel explosive, knuckle armor, lock picks, sewing kit with small scissors, Klingon communicator badge, and five strips pf latinum, small signal mirror. 
In Maltz’s experience, every force field had blind spots near the edge, only a few centimeters across. Maltz also knew that a force-field wall was actually thousands of criss-crossing beams, and a beam reflected back on itself created havoc. 
Before the big Tellarite even hit the floor the Klingon had ripped the disruptor from his holster. With steely eyed fearlessness he adjusted the disruptor to maximum and blasted the charge he had planted. 
Maltz doesn’t have a shuttlecraft like everyone else because they don’t trust him with one 
With sewing kit scissors Maltz clipped off most of his distinctive beard and moustache. 
It wasn’t hair that made a Klingon. 
Just so you know, I never set weapons to stun 
I feel alive bellowed the old Klingon. Yes, you Genesis Wave, you’re a worthy adversary! Come and get me. 
Maltz - Stop being a pet Q. I hate these Federation toadies and all they stand for, so I do not care who your masters are! 
Capellan Bekra spying for the Romulans 
Those who have unleashed the Genesis Wave are worse than the Borg or the Dominion. 
Maltz had flown similar vessels to shuttlecraft many times, nothing to it. most shuttlecraft hadn’t changed much in a hundred years. You learn one ship, you learn them all. I once knew a handful of humans who figured out how to fly a bird-of-prey. Paying no attention to the instruments the Klingon punched the membrane board repeatedly. 
The Klingon grunted with distaste at having to be tactful to a human 
The Klingon clenched his teeth and grunted, although his admiration for this human woman had soared tremendously. 
I pledge to follow your command if we unite crews. But I must report to a Klingon base as soon as possible. 
96 Maltz hummed happily to himself as he gazed out a side viewport 
Maltz – So you let them die if they are not in the Federation. You people are more practical than I thought. Where are the vaunted reinforcements of the Federation? 
In Maltz’s day everybody learned the coordinates of Earth in basic training. We had to have some place to attack on the simulators and war games. 
Leah – How many humans have you killed? 
Maltz – Not enough, I can tell you. Had I killed just a few more, I would not be in this place. The wave is going to cut through The Romulan Star Empire. I also know those coordinates. 
You’re making a mistake 
She is the captain, it is her mistake to make. 
109 there is always an enemy, sometimes it’s boredom, but not today. 
Maltz can do the space walk to repair the comm array on the shuttle. The captain should not be at risk, it should be done by someone expendable. 
Maltz – The first thing a captain should learn is this; when you are outnumbered, get help. 
Maltz has idea to broadcast raw data anonymously on all channels, so that everyone could take it at face value. 
Neither one of them liked the Klingon very much, but his lively presence was like a tonic to Leah, reminding her that there was nothing pretty about commanding a ship on the middle of a crisis. 
Maltz hear the Pelleans wanted a buffer zone during the war, claimed a large area of space around Pelleus V. the Fed was in no position to contest them 
Bekra and Maltz began arguing about who was at fault for their being here. 
He shook his fists at the enemy and roared qatlho! It is a good day to die! 
Maltz – Perhaps they will be stupid enough to give us one more chance 
The Klingon grinned and banged his fist on his console – Well done Captain! Humans are so devious. 
138 Maltz thinks he should wear the radiation suit and survive, so he can tell  someone what he knows about this weapon 
Maltz – what do you say we fight to the death for the honor? That way, even the losers will benefit from a valiant death. 
Leah wished she knew some Klingon curses 
144 I am Maltz from the House of Grokan. I have heard of you Captain Picard. They say you respect our traditions. 
Picard – I do. I would like to share a bottle of bloodwine with you. If you know anything that might be pertinent, it’s your duty to tell me. If you don’t I have to conclude you’re a ‘yIHmey SurghwI’ 
Maltz bristled and bolted upright. There was a genuine look of fear in his eyes. 
Nechayev - Genesis is just a space legend. SD 8399.4 = 18 December 2286 
The Genesis Report 03:01 Political Ramifications. The political fallout in the wake of the detonation of the Genesis Device can best be described as disastrous. Aside from the expected howls of alarm that immediately were logged by the Klingon and Romulan ambassadors to the Fed, protests were declared in the Council Hall by several Fed Council representatives, including Deneva, Cestus III, Argelius and Mars. Despite numerous efforts at political rapprochement with both the Klingon and Romulan governments in recent years, their ambassadors’ filibusters in the Council Hall were met with little concern and silenced for the most part by Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan. Despite the Klingon Ambassador’s insistence on referring to the device as the Genesis Torpedo, Sarek made a compelling argument for the nonmilitary nature of Project genesis. The Klingon High Council and the Romulan Senate continued to demand the Fed disclose the technical specifications for Project Genesis in order to, as they stated in a joint briefing, maintain the balance of power in the quadrant. In response to unambiguous refusals of their requests by the Fed President, the Klingons have threatened to resort to more forceful means and reportedly are tripling energy production output on the Klingon homeworld’s moon, Praxis, in anticipation of a military buildup. Starfleet Command has reported that the additional vessels required to police both the Klingon and Romulan borders simultaneously is presenting enormous logistical difficulties and is reducing the fleet’s ability to enforce the law and conduct routine patrols within Fed territory. 
03:02 Pacification of Fed Rivals. In order to mollify representatives from the Klingon, Romulan, Gorn and Tholian governments, the Fed Security Council officially interdicted the Genesis Planet on March 28, 2285, SD 8201.5. a Klingon bird-of-prey, captained by Commander Kruge, ambushed the Grissom on April 28, 2285 and also contributed to the destruction of the hijacked Enterprise. Kruge and his crew murdered Dr. David Marcus on April 29, 2285 on the Genesis Planet in a failed effort to obtain scientific data about Project Genesis. Kruge and all but one of his crew, Second Officer Maltz, perished on the Genesis Planet when it exploded. Their bird-of prey subsequently was commandeered by Captain Kirk and his expatriate crew, who took the stolen vessel to Vulcan for a three month period of exile before returning the vessel to Earth.  The official position of the Klingon High Council was that Kruge acted alone and in defiance of explicit orders not to violate Fed space, in an effort to enhance his political standing in the Klingon Empire by acquiring the secrets of Genesis. The Klingon High Council denied any prior knowledge of Kruge’s intent and disavowed any involvement in his actions. In the interest of diplomacy the Fed Security Council has chosen not to seek reparations for violations of the border treaty, destruction of Grissom and Enterprise, murder of David Marcus. Similarly the Klingon High Council has withdrawn its demand for the immediate return of the bird-of-prey stolen by Kirk and his crew, choosing instead to view its capture as spoils of war. Further protests, however, have been filed by the Klingon high Council following the August 7, 2285 full pardons of Kirk and crew. The Fed Council has taken the Klingon government’s protest under advisement. 
03:03 Threat of External Duplication. In response to the very real risk that a foreign power, such as the Klingon Empire, Romulan Empire, or Tholian Assembly, might choose to develop its own Genesis Device for less noble purposes than peaceful terraforming, the Fed Diplomatic Corps has undertaken a major treaty initiative in an attempt to prevent the proliferation of this dangerous technology. The Tholians have willingly entered into negotiations to suppress the technology. The Romulans so far have declined to sign the treaty unless they receive additional territorial concessions by the Fed along the Neutral Zone. The Klingons, naturally, are resisting all attempts at diplomacy, demanding instead the surrender of all Genesis Device schematics and refusing to consider any treaty that requires a ban on weapons development. 
03:04 Findings and Resolutions. Starfleet Intelligence has been issued an Executive Order from the Fed President to initiate long-term covert operations within Klingon and Romulan territory to detect and actively sabotage any efforts by those entities to develop their own Genesis Devices 
written by Xev Chiana, Secretary of State, UFP 
Project Reassessment 12 May 2374  SD 53303.4 
04:06 External Powers Developing Genesis Technology. Thanks to aggressive covert operations during the past century by Starfleet Intelligence, no other major Alpha Quadrant power has succeeded in developing a working Genesis Device. The Klingons’ attempt to develop the technology as part of a military buildup is believed to have been a contributing factor in the June 2293 explosion of the moon Praxis, which caused  massive environmental damage to the Klingon Homeworld. 
The Black Company, a large and well-equipped private mercenary corps. [non Klingon] 
Written by Lt. David Mack, Starfleet Research and Development 
173 when Data mentioned that Maltz was in the Starfleet report he perked up a bit, but then his gaze grew distant as he relived his own nightmares of Project Genesis. 
Maltz agreed heartily – Yes! A blood oath. Kahless, give me the strength to be there with you, Captain, when you rip out their hearts. 
Riker – We were thinking you might like to rest before we debrief you. 
Maltz growled, putting his hands on his hips – I can rest in Sto-Vo-Kor! 
Deanna Troi evaluates Maltz – He seems fine. He’s an old-fashioned Klingon from another era, the kind you don’t see much anymore. In fact, he kept asking me why we’re not doubling back to Seran to get revenge. He has a lot of respect for Leah Brahms and says she’s the one who saved them. 
Maltz – we must do something. They filled up my cabin with more derelicts like me and it got depressing. We can not run from this enemy. We must go down fighting it! 
Maltz laughed out loud and shook his head – This is why humans are so pathetic. In trying to look on the bright side all the time, they ignore the obvious danger. These worlds are being formed to the specifications of the new owners and they will come to claim them. Maltz balled his hands into fists – Where is this admiral? I will deal with her. 
Maltz, his body language at odds with his disdainful tone as he stretched out on the roomy deck – Typical Federation decadence. You do your research and save lives, while I save my strength to take lives. We will go back and kill the ones who are doing this. The original genesis device used a detonation to expand, turning into a wave as it moved outward, circling a planet. Someone must be projecting this wave from a fixed point. A space station. It is probably hidden and hard to reach. I understand this enemy, I knew it would come looking for me again someday, and it did. When you finish saving lives, we shall go kill it. wake me then, Captain. [Brahms] 
228 Picard – We should have handled Project Genesis differently 90 years ago. We should have known that we couldn’t sweep technology like that under the carpet. 
Nechayev – We were virtually at war with the Klingons back then. We were trying mightily to keep the peace with a stubborn, hostile power. So we appeased everyone and hushed it up. as with most appeasements, it only delayed the inevitable. 
The Klingons have started arriving at SB 393 and they’re taking over much of the evacuation. 
244 Maltz snored peacefully in a corner, snuffling and grunting to himself. The door whooshed open and the old Klingon was instantly on his feet, brandishing a knife – Who goes there? 
Maltz laughed out loud – What is to explain? Throw down some sneaky Romulan devices, and hope for the best! This is just the kind of reaction you would expect to get from the Federation. 
Linton – I say we talk over food. 
Good idea! Barked Maltz. We need our strength to confront the enemy. Have you ever tried rokeg blood pie, Mission Specialist Linton? 
Linton – One of my favorites, Consul Maltz. She stepped back to allow the lanky Klingon to exit first, and he seized the honor. 
The latest world to fall Sarona VIII. Although the Klingon fleet showed up with less than eight hours to spare, they had very efficiently saved four million lives, killing a few dozen rioters in the process. Unlike Starfleet’s rescue attempts, they reported no sites abandoned or overrun. 
Picard muttered to himself – Maybe we’ve found the right party for that job. 
We’ve entered orbit around Myrmidon, to try the phase-shifting plan there. The Romulans and Klingons are already here. Maltz grinned as he ran a sharpening stone over the long center blade of his three-bladed knife. Then he stuck the d’k tahg in its sheath and straightened his gleaming sash. The old Klingon looked better than the rest of them because he’d had the presence of mind to get new clothes from a replicator. 
There was a large contingent of Klingons, about a dozen or so, at the briefing, busy raiding the food and drink. 
Maltz strode off, waving his hands as if he were greeting old friends, although his fellow Klingons regarded him warily. Maltz paid them no mind as he began to introduce himself in loud tones. 
Nechayev – Our Klingon allies have proven themselves to be the champions of the rapid evacuation. They have already saved three times as many lives as Starfleet itself has been able to save. In this operation at Myrmidon they will provide logistical support. This time we will not retreat! 
This sentiment met with shouts of approval, especially from the Klingon contingent. 
255 General Gra’Kor, a stocky Klingon growled – Why do you not eliminate the beasts who are doing this to you? 
The Klingon grunted with satisfaction and looked at his aides, who also seemed satisfied with this response. 
Nechayev hasn’t heard from the task force, she’s going to give this information to the Klingons. maybe they can spare a ship or tow. 
Will Riker did know one of the Klingons at the briefing, from having served with him aboard the Pagh. Dermok was now first officer on the Jaj and the two of them relived old times. The other Klingons bombarded Maltz with questions, but the old warrior held his own, sounding alert and arrogant. When Maltz began to sweep his hands through the air and gruffly relate his tale, Riker and his friend had to stop to listen. No one could ignore a Klingon in full storytelling mode. 
First came his heroic escape from Hakon, complete with jailbreak, Romulan spy, and the Genesis Wave bearing down on them. In a horse whisper Maltz told about their final contact with the Pelleans, a mighty, spacefaring race who were now gone forever. He praised the young human who had saved him to spread the alarm, Dr. Leah Brahms. 
Saved by a human! said General Gra’Kor with a sneer. You still have much to answer for, Maltz. 
Steel and a hint of madness glinted in the old Klingon’s eyes – What do you mean by that? 
Gra’Kor – I mean you and that idiot, Kruge, let the Genesis Device escape our grasp when you had the chance to seize it! and protect it. you let a bird-of-prey be captured and piloted by a ragtag band of humans. You haven’t tried hard enough to get to Sto-Vo-Kor. 
There were audible gasps and the other Klingons  moved away from Gra’Kor and Maltz, who proceeded to size each other up. For the first time, Riker realized that it was no accident that Maltz had been living on Hakon, he was a outcast. 
The old Klingon finally laughed, a howling roaring shriek that sliced though the genteel conversations and brought every eye to him. He finally sneered in the general’s face and said – Is that the best you can do? That insult is 90 years old, and I hear it every day of my life. 
Maltz pounded his chest – I know I am going to Sto-Vo-Kor because I have sworn a blood oath against this cowardly weapon and the demons who unleashed it. 
Qapla’! yIntagh! Cheered the younger Klingons, catching Maltz’s infectious spirit 
Maltz drew his d’k tahg and pointed it menacingly at the general’s ample stomach – So if you stand in my way, you will either get killed ort you will usher me to Sto-Vo-Kor. I do not care. I have been alive long enough. This beast has come after me twice, wrecking my career each time, and this time I intend to finish it! 
Now every one of the Klingons was cheering Maltz and slapping him on the back. General Gra’Kor grinned and pounded the old warrior’s shoulders with his beefy fists – I misjudged you, Maltz. I will sing your praises at the High Council! Nothing will stand in the way of your blood oath. What will you require? 
A ship, said Maltz boldly. 
Gra’Kor nodded – Will you be captain? 
No, I have a captain, a partner to my blood oath. I am content to be first mate. 
Getting a ship may take some doing, said the stocky Klingon, tugging on his beard. Ships are scarce at the moment. But I will do what I can. 
Maltz – I would like to stay on the Enterprise in the meantime. They need a Klingon to keep reminding them of what is important. They think it is saving lives and I know it is taking lives. 
Well said! Barked Gra’Kor, lifting a mug of ale. We drink to your success! Qapla’! 
Maltz nodded and sheathed his knife, tears filling his rheumy eyes. Riker had the feeling it had been a long time since a gathering of his fellows had praised ht old Klingon. 
287 Maltz paced the Enterprise radiation lab, which he had made his home since the ship began filling with refugees days ago. Everyone on board was ignoring him. He thought momentarily about wrecking havoc, which would have been easy enough to do, but it seemed cowardly to kick Starfleet when they were down. Besides he might need their assistance to fulfill his blood oath. He certainly needed them to be reunited with Leah Brahms. The old Klingon had spent a lot of time alone in recent years and he was content with his own company. He had also learned to be patient. Maltz thought about a mug of ale form the replicator but rejected that idea, thinking he might need his wits about him. He settled for carrot juice, a Terran delicacy for which he had developed a taste. In strode Riker and Maltz jumped to attention. General Gra’Kor has asked for Maltz to be reassigned to him. 
Of course Maltz is ready to go, does a targ have spikes? 
When vengeance would be wreaked, he would do the wreaking, not the Fed. 
Riker – I hope you find peace. 
Maltz – I hope I find war. Tell Captain Picard he has a noble vessel and a fine crew, plus good hospitality. 
Maltz transports to the Jaj. He materialized in a much darker, smokier transporter room. ship jammed with Bolian refugees. With a few shoves and grunts armed guards kept them moving quickly into the corridors. 
Maltz! Gra’Kor growled magnanimously as he strode into the room, slamming his palms on the old Klingon’s shoulders. I called in some favors. Are you ready to see your ship? I’m sorry I said the things I did. A warrior shouldn’t have to suffer ninety years for one mission gone wrong. 
Maltz – But you were right! I have not tried hard enough to get to Sto-Vo-Kor. But now that I have another chance to face my greatest enemy, I know why I have lived so long. Fate is saving them for me. 
290 Gra’Kor – You have a good crew of experienced warriors. I tried to pick those who have had dealings with humans, but I don’t know if they will follow a humans female. The ship is the HoS. She is an older attack cruiser but still valiant. Her captain and first mate were promoted to larger ships so she is perfect for your purpose. But enough talk, you must go. What is the name of the misguided human who invented this disaster? 
Carol Marcus, answered Maltz through clenched teeth. If she yet lives, it will not be for long. I will see you in Sto-Vo-Kor. 
Nechayev’s wrath was worthy of a wronged Klingon. 
Leah materialized on a dark smoky bridge where half a dozen sullen Klingon warriors stared suspiciously at her. The raised command chair in the center of the bridge swiveled around, and a rugged but familiar face grinned at her. 
Maltz – Captain on the bridge. I’ve already laid in a course for Seran and the suspected origin of the Genesis Wave. 
When her unfamiliar crew was a bit slow to move, Leah told herself to act more like Admiral Nechayev. Move it! she yelled. I’ve got a blood oath to fulfill! 
Second officer Karuk, young. 
The HoS is going to go down in history, and in glory. At least everybody on the HoS would die for a purpose. 
A huge Negh’Var class war ship banked away from the planet and careened into space, thrusters burning. The last of the Klingon fleet to leave orbit. 
Wave Two 
5 Worf wasn’t aboard the Enterprise anymore but Picard could hear him warning about quarantine procedures 
15 Geordi thinks Leah and that crazy Klingon Maltz are like Don Quixote and Sancho Panza going to track down and defeat the perpetrators of this war all by themselves. 
27 the crew berths of the HoS were like big shelves carved into the bulkhead. on a Klingon vessel the size of HoS even the Captain didn’t get a separate stateroom. She slept in the austere crew quarters along with the rest of them. Lack of other amenities on the HoS. Unused laboratory near the transporter room. Dreary bowels of Klingon attack cruiser. Chorus of snoring Klingons. Stiff garish body armor, narrow corridor. Barrel chest covered in thick sashes and chain mail. 
Weapons master Gradok. Number of scars on his rugged face and noticeable limp. Aft phaser arrays 
I could show that a hard bunk is better for many reasons 
Leah had always heard that being captain of a Klingon vessel was not for the fainthearted. 
Bridge overlay warm and smoky, elevated command chair, Ops, Tactical, conn. Small triangular viewport. 
Maltz nearly thundered in disapproval 
I’ll hang him by his heels over the warp core 
You handled it like a true daughter of Kahless. Because you left him with his honor. Put emphasis on Blood Oath and Duty 
Often a female captain on a Klingon vessel will chose a consort from among the crew. No one would be so presumptuous as to volunteer. Lack of respect. 
Lead, and act quickly in an emergency, all one expects from a captain 
I will enforce your will 
A death like that must be avenged (terror and surprise) This is something the crew can understand 
There is no cure for grief like revenge 
Maltz had a focus for his anger – Carol Marcus 
Seat at bridge terminal very hard 
Membrane keypad 
Maltz can’t remember how many strangers he’s told about Genesis, all of this could be his doing. 
Leah to Maltz – Bingo means Victory. 
87 star chart on the battle display centrally located on the bridge of the HoS. Three dimensional hologram 
young office at tactical carries out order magnification four 
Leah was surprised by how little the Klingons used the computer. It was as capable as those in Starfleet but used as an adjunct to hands on operation. Almost every system on the ship could be operated manually, including hand pumped hydraulics to keep life support on the bridge. No wonder Klingon ships were notoriously tough to bring down 
a fist encased in a studded gauntlet 
according to Klingon records Lomar, class L, last visited 200 years ago 
lumped in with million other planets nobody wants 
131 on Hakon Maltz turned his back on what was happening, illegal dilithium trading, let documents go through his office and took the fees. Reduced to a money-grubbing civil servant. Maltz beamed with delight at his own cleverness – I am almost as devious as a human 
helm contacts asteroid for permission to dock. Earpiece 
main hatch 
Maltz – we are Klingons in Fed space. security is necessary. Besides I don’t trust these people 
the Klingons looked anxious about being so deep inside this Fed rock 
Maltz – look lively. Remember we are Klingons. Honor with discipline 
they better have ale here or we’re going to smash the place up 
no other Klingons. People gave them a wide berth. 
Protus, Hakon. Long way from Klingon space. Maltz lived in this region for 10 long years. Never saw another Klingon. 
Maltz – bring imprisoned on my own ship 90 years ago, that was difficult. Being outcast has been my life since then. It came easy. I can redeem myself when I wash my hands in the blood of Carol Marcus. 
Worf in a hole in the ground is not the life for a warrior 
Klingon dilithium traders rare 
Maltz and the other Klingons had already commandeered the bar, shoving the other customers aside 
Long time since we were in port 
Leah cringed thinking there was a reason why Klingons didn’t make very good diplomats or spies 
A true warrior is not afraid of any plant 
You do not refuse a Klingon when he wants to show you hospitality 
The Andorian waiter Rakber gave tavern owner Colin Craycroft a sidelong glance – You don’t pay me enough to pick fights with Klingons. 
Maltz had been drunk many times in his life, especially the last few years on Hakon. 
When it comes to mating she must prefer smooth-heads. jIyaj. 
144 two young Klingons with Maltz and Gradok, Kurton and Burka. 
Maltz figures the ale is drugged because Klingons usually don’t get drunk so quickly. 
In a flash Maltz whipped out his knife and shoved the point under the Andorian’s chin, while gripping his antennae with his other hand. I’ve never gutted an Andorian before. Are your intestines as blue as your skin? I’ll tear off your antennae with my bare hands, so help me Kahless. 
Gradok, wake up those two children 
Qeh! he barked 
Tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of targ food 
With a quick thrust Maltz made sure it was the last sound the Andorian ever made 
Kurton and Burka drew their disruptors and sent scarlet beams streaking across the tavern 
If that worm was lying I’ll kill him again 
146 taHqeq! 
The HoS was told to leave at the first sign of trouble. 
Gradok reached into his belt and removed a small capsule which he broke under the miner’s nose. At once the Tiburonian woke up. 
Maltz – We have to think like humans 
Gradok – Try to talk our way out of it? 
Maltz – No, human subterfuge 
Maltz reached into his sash and pulled out a tiny chunk of pliable explosive, he fixed it to light fixture then fired a narrow beam from disruptor at distance. The explosion blew out a ton of rocks 
Kurton and Burka died in a conflagration of crisscrossing beams. Their bodies disappeared. They had been young, eager to follow orders, and dependent on superiors to use them wisely. They had gone down fighting. Their fellows would say they had achieved honorable deaths. 
Maltz – Think. What would a devious human do? 
Maltz easily read the Fed tongues he had learned during his diplomatic career. 
The Blood Oath is more important than any one of us. If the others are worthy they will find their way back to the ship. 
Kurok on the bridge of the HoS 
Gradok drew his disruptor and returned fire in deadly fashion 
Maltz – Tell Craycroft to make his peace because he will die the next time I meet him. 
Maltz – Boredom will kill you. 
Maltz slammed a beefy hand onto 16 year old human Herbert’s scrawny shoulder – We accept you. 
Gradok on Kurton and Burka – Their bodies were not desecrated? 
Maltz with a tear in his rheumy eye – Let’s announce them to Sto-Vo-Kor. The Klingons threw back their heads and roared to the heavens with frightening howls. It went on for such a long time that Leah finally decided the only way to accept it was to join in. She cut loose with a gut wrenching shriek which only caused Maltz and Gradok to yell louder until their voices collided in an anguished chord. 
182 Every Klingon ship is with Adm. Nechayev. 40 thousand ships to divert the Genesis wave off Earth. From all powers and fleets in the Alpha Quad. 
To try to divert Genesis wave from Earth 
Nechayev wondered if the Romulans and Klingons realized how vulnerable the Fed was at this moment. Genesis wave diverted, she was certain the Klingons were cherry. They loved a victory against overwhelming odds and they loved the moment when the tide turned in battle 
207 science station on the HoS 
the mood on the HoS had been stark since the deaths of Kurton and Burke with the small crew the loss of two was devastating. Klingons tended to exhibit their emotions openly. 
Gradok, weapons master, now at tactical, finds shuttlecraft of surface. Fed civilian. Warp two capable. 
Ready away team. Kurok you have the bridge. Keep shields up except when transporting. Use caution. 
Kurok, second officer, a quiet sort who did as he was told 
Herbert – I know Mr. Craycroft. He’s a family friend. 
Maltz – good. Then you can kill him. 
Disruptor leveled for action 
Slow and deliberate wasn’t her crew’s method of doing things 
Kelbonite masks sensor readings 
Trust nothing but your eyes 
Gradok – May I have the honor? 
He had his knife drawn with a disruptor for back up 
Leah – What if it’s a trap? 
Maltz – Then it’s a good one. They have captured my curiosity. 
Maltz – what in klin was it? Speak fast or I’ll kill you. 
Maltz pulled a coil of rope from his sash 
Kurok sounding more perturbed than Leah had ever heard the second officer – HoS to away team. A large Romulan warbird has just shown up. 
Maltz – No! Tell them to take their shoulder pads and stick them up their 
Kurok – They act as if they want to take us prisoner but I have yet to lower shields. 
Maltz yelled in rage – They want all the glory. I’m not leaving until I fulfill my blood oath 
The outdated Klingon cruiser powered impulse engines and suddenly veered away from ugly planet Lomar 
231 Maltz – Holodecks. I know some Klingons use them for exercise and battle drills but I never liked them. 
Maltz – You think? Then you go first 
Inside Lomar they find hundreds of naked humanoids in suspended animation, Klingons among them. 
Maltz seethed – If I were convinced the Romulans would do a good job I would beg them to raze this planet. But they would more than likely befriend the devils and turn the Genesis wave on us. 
Aiyyagh! howled Gradok. I will live. A warrior can survive discomfort. 
Maltz – even an Antosian is not so stupid as to agree to this. 
Maltz lifted his disruptor rifle and assumed a firing crouch – I am not going to be captured by Romulans. There is no dealing with Romulans. I will not jeopardize my blood oath to please Romulans. 
Maltz drew a small harpoon gun from his pack 
Maltz – I am left alone to destroy these monsters. It is my destiny. If no living soul knows my glory. The heroes in Sto-Vo-Kor will know! Redemption will be mine at last. 
Maltz breathed deeply. Trying to calm his war spirit for the immense task ahead. 
Maltz thanked Kahless for the magnetized soles of his boots. 
Most stations face forward in Klingon vessels 
Years of living in a Fed stronghold had taught Maltz most of the terminology of technology. 
Herbert a Romulan operative 
Gradok taken to Romulan ship, Commander Jagron of D’Arvuk 
Hold together, you sand bucket! 
Burning like the fires of Gre’thor 
The bloodied Klingon threw back his head and howled with victory 
The wild eyed wild haired Maltz completely obliterated the control room 
Maltz to Marcus – I can’t let you live. 
Marcus – I know you can’t. you’re the one who survived all those years ago. 
Maltz – Much to my shame. But I have redeemed myself and the name of Maltz will no longer be spoken with contempt 
Maltz wrapped a strong arm around Carol Marcus and held her tightly as the countdown continued 
Maltz – I am going where I want to go 
Carol – Me, too. 
Maltz – Death is not to be feared. It’s an old friend who has waited patiently for us. 
Romulan – What are you doing? 
Maltz roared – Dying in glory!! 
D’Arvuk destroyed. Leah Brahms and Gradok transported back to asteroid, saved by Nechayev and Sovereign. 
  The Genesis Force by John Vornholt 
Ambassador Worf on planet during Genesis Crisis evacuating as many s possible. 
The com medallion on his shoulder 
Klingon shuttlecraft, two member crew, 16 passengers or 14 fully equipped warriors. Passenger cabin built to withstand impact, fire, and planetary re-entry. Cryo reactants in the coil assembly can leak neutrinos, two side doors, no rear door 
Page 4 batlh Daqqwhu'taH 
Page 6 SuS tugh! 
Page 7 MajQa' 
Page 9 jorwI'  a small explosive device, concealable in a sash 
The deadly disruptor blast hit the body in a blazing yellow burst 
Page 10 tugh!  Qapla'! 
A transporter pad in a dimly lit Klingon vessel. Transporter room 6. 
An underling handed Worf  fresh ambassadorial robes 
Worf was supposed to be the Klingon's liaison to the Fed 
As you say, my lord 
Planet Aluwna, Starfleet promised to send a Klingon fleet to evacuate Aluwna 
Page 102 the Doghjey, a Klingon vessel. Ambassador Worf's on board 
A fleet of several huge warships aid fleeing Aluwna ships 
Klingons are thought of as rude and unpleasant 
Page 109 Captain Kralenk of the Dogh'jey, squat, gray-haired 
Snarling like a targ 
Blond Jeremy Aster has always been quick with the bat'leth, now also strong, still impatient 
Bat'leth practice with helmets, wooden blunt bat'leths 
Worf is Jeremy's foster father 
Worf – I may be old and slow, but I am patient 
The R'uustai ceremony had made them brothers. The difference in age and Jeremy's need for a father figure. Worf treated him like a son 
None of the other Klingon crew will fight Jeremy. They think it's beneath them. 
I will teach you how to challenge them in such a manner that they cannot refuse 
Jeremy in Officer Exchange Program 
Alexander, his brother, on the Ya'Vang. Alexander won't fight Jeremy either. 
Alexander just made third shift duty officer in engineering. Studying Klingon culture and language. 
Worf has so much influence now he can demand that both his sons serve with him 
Jeremy calls Worf Dad 
Jeremy  Junior Weapons officer. A hundred weapons officers on the ship 
The com panel on the bulkhead made a sharp squeal 
Page 116  Science Officer Jagrow  on Doghjey 
Proceed in battle readiness 
Page 125 Alexander was slightly built for a Klingon but he had a presence and outspokenness that belied his youth 
Alexander raised on Earth. He had been slower to embrace Klingon customs and heritage, but he was making up for lost time by serving in the KDF 
Alexander calls Worf Father 
Rozhenko out 
There had been a time when Alexander could hardly stand to be in the same room with him. He hadn't wanted to serve on the same ship with Worf during the Dominion War. That time together had started healing the wounds. Marrying Jadzia Dax and giving Alexander a prominent role in the wedding had further cemented their growing bond. Now it was like they had never been apart. Worf relished these days together. 
Circumstances would probably separate them again. 
Serving with both his boys had taken Worf back to his early days aboard the Enterprise. Young, headstrong and somewhat romantic 
Alexander lands on a transformed Genesis planet Aluwna 
Doghjey and Ya'Vang bombard planet surface to clear three hectacres 
Dangerous wildly primitive Aluwna held a certain attraction for Alexander. 
When the pressures of living as a Klingon among humans had grown too intense for him he had often escaped into the wildness areas of Earth. There he could be alone to think, surrounded by nature, which never cared about his race or circumstances. The world reminded Alexander of those simple times when life boiled down to finding food and shelter 
Alexander could understand why the Klingons of an earlier generation had coveted the Genesis weapon 
Alexander had fought in the Dominion War, a fight against a recognizable foe with clearly defined objectives 
Alexander's Klingonese wasn't perfect 
Alexander – Come on Jeremy. Let' show them how to do it. Are we not sons of Worf from the House of Martok? 
Alexander had often felt suspended between two worlds, sometimes rejecting both of them. He thought about all he had missed. 
Alexander sees vision of his mother, recognized her long hair, beautiful face, prominent headridges. He remembers that calm implacable face and quiet authority. His beloved mother. He missed her so much. Her murder had been the one huge turning point in his life and not for the good. All the wrong that had happened in his life. 
Alexander recognized Jeremy's mother from old photographs 
Alexander also sees K'mtar, a strange visitor from the future 
By the beard of Kahless 
Alexander slugs Worf on the jaw, staggering him, nearly dropping him to the ground 
Alexander – I had forgotten how beautiful my mother was 
Worf – K'Ehleyr's death is seared in my memory 
A Klingon  sickbay was hardly better than a brig. No quarantine facilities 
Klingons were expected to fight and perform duties as normal when wounded, and if they were too wounded to be useful they might as well be dead 
Medical staff of one doctor and two part-time medics 
Often took forever for them to deal with a complicated medical problem 
Klingons don't normally believe they can get sick 
Alexander scratched his chin thoughtfully 
Sensors are now calibrated to detect Founders, ever since they infiltrated the High Council 
Page 152 elderly white haired doctor M'Lorik on Doghjey. M'Lorik's face deeply scared, walked with a limp. He had once been a warrior until injury forced him into the less strenuous field of medicine 
Doctor – Those are my orders and you are now under my command 
Report to shuttlebay at ten hundred hours 
Alexander was not the most avid fighter 
Alexander – Last time I fought at our side, I didn't appreciate it. This time, I will. 
Page 163  maDo'choH 
Page 164  Dalegh wa'yIHoH 
Alexander carried a Starfleet phaser set to stun. His job was to incapacitate those who might be infected and used by the enemy 
On Earth, Alexander had often heard of the underworld land called Hell. 
Watch his mother brutally hacked to pieces a hundred times over 
He cringed as he destroyed the visage of his mother holding her arms out to hug him 
For Alexander, the sights on this battlefield were too awful for the harsh light of day 
With their blood at high boil ht Klingons pursued the creatures 
The howls of many Klingons as they performed the death ritual over their fallen comrades 
Alexander with a tricorder, tagged those still alive with a com medallion 
Jeremy wounded 
Tonight we will sing your praises over a goblet of bloodwine 
Alex thought he wasn't a full blooded Klingon yet because he didn't feel like singing or praising. He felt more like weeping 
Worf – Join me in ht death howl, the same as we did for your mother 
He and his father threw their heads back and bellowed their grief and pride to the sky 
Page 179  Alexander cringed seeing Jeremy seriously burned 
Alexander – Klingon doctors are sawbones. Nobody ever accused Klingons of being great healers 
Alexander wants Jeremy to be well, so when he gets back to Earth, Alexander can beat Jeremy in one-on-one. Basketball. 
Worf appoints Alexander as the most able to investigate murder of Overseer Tejharet of Aluwna on royal yacht Darzor. Alexander suppressed a smile, amused that his father considered him so capable 
Alexander had lived on Earth, fought in the Dominion War and served with a variety of forces from different worlds. He supposed he was qualified for this duty. Alexander had received a strange visitor from the future once, who had assured him that his destiny would be in diplomatic service. 
For the present he was content to serve in engineering 
Duty Chief Alexander Rozhenko of the Ya'Vang. Son of Worf, house of Martok 
I'm an engineer, not a policeman 
If I'm ever going to be a diplomat, this is a good time to start. 
Alexander smiled back, liking the lad immediately 
In Klingon society, there is an old tradition of claiming power by murder and violent duels to the death 
Alexander furrowed his bony brow 
Alexander had been awake for three days straight 
Cavernous shuttlebay of the Doghjey 
For a Klingon, the murder of a weak, ineffectual leader sounded like the normal course of events. Grief and mourning expected, undue worry and incriminations were pointless 
His thick brow furrowed in thought, Alexander nodded slowly 
Incoming shuttlecraft captured in shuttlebay by forcefields and positioned on deck 
Page 192  All those wounded or killed in the battle on Aluwna will be decorated for bravery, wear the Klingon Degh  van'a quv 
Drew a disruptor pistol from his belt 
Bellowed Alexander, sounding much like his father 
The plants grow like a targ's mane 
Maltz had a personal blood oath against Genesis and he pursued it all the way to the end. Maltz saved the Alpha Quadrant and died doing it 
Maltz celebrates his victory with Kahless the Unforgettable in Sto-Vo-Kor 
Worf an Leah Brahms will write Maltz's story 
Bajoran Orb of Life was a small portable Genesis device, destroyed by Picard and Enterprise on Solosos III 
The martyrs of the Maquis made their last stand on Solosos III 
Heroes to Bajorans 
Page 221  Alexander felt overwhelmed. He alternated time on planet Aluwna, on the Doghyey and on his own ship Ya'Vang and royal yacht 
If diplomatic service meant sleeping in strange beds almost every night he might have to give more thought to pursuing that calling, because Alexander had already moved around too much in his life. 
The bristles on the back of his neck stood at attention 
The captain on a Klingon vessel didn't live as well as a servant on an Aluwnan yacht 
Klingons, Alexander, more sensitive hearing 
Alexander released his death hold 
Alexander, his voice nearly as deep and forceful as his father's 
Moving as quickly as a targ surprised in the bush 
Page 225  nujgharg – slug creatures, good eating, on converted Genesis planets 
Page 226  poch'loD – moss creatures on converted Genesis planets, plant man 
Worf – Life is not easy for us and we don't want it to be. When our loved ones are gone they are gone, except for living in our hearts and memories 
I would rather have real pain than false pleasure 
Page 235 Doghjay young female com officer, an ensign 
Page 243 Alexander in conference on Enterprise with Worf, Picard, Riker, Crusher, Troi, Data, LaForge. Alexander reported on the murder of Overseer Tejharet 
Worf – My old job is looking more appealing all the time 
Foreboding gray Klingon shuttles 
Alexander tried to control his rising anger 
Having been attacked with a weapon, Alexander went into full battle mode, smashing his two attackers with fists and elbows. 
Alexander, tall young Klingon 
Alexander gave her a leering smile "Are you alone?" 
Alexander – Klingons are brave, not stupid. 
Page 279 Captor's Right in the Klingon canon. The captor of a wanted person can determine what's done with the prisoner, as long as confinement is guaranteed. This might include them serving as vassal to the captor. If prisoner escapes, the next captor has the right to claim them. Even if they go to trial for their crimes they remain in the captor's custody until the fate for their crime is determined. It is a very old law. That law is the fundamental statute in the Klingon bounty-hunting industry. 
Alexander and others fight off smother creature on Aluwna 
Alexander announces that young Farlo is the new Overseer of Aluwna, even though he is really an imposter. 
Alexander - People need authority in times of crisis and they need to feel a continuity in their society. Just smile and look confident. 
We Klingons have a saying "wear the sash" it means Act the Part and people will think you were born to be overseer 
Alexander – I'm afraid Worf is trying to get out of the diplomacy business. I believe him when he ways he wants his old job back. The Fed will be more useful for rebuilding Aluwna than we Klingons 
Alexander will conclude his murder investigation report by saying that the primary suspects perished on the Darzor. 
Eight Klingon warships over Aluwna 
Page 303 Worf to Riker – you should marry Deanna. You never know how long you will be together and you should spend your time with passion. 
Riker – Yeah, I guess you're right. 
Worf and Alexander return to SF Medical in San Francisco to visit recovering Jeremy. 
The nujgharg were very good eating 
Klingons are planning a hunt for nujgharg on other Genesis planets. Rare, dangerous to catch and quite tasty – they might become a Klingon delicacy. 
Enterprise still at Aluwna, awaiting repairs 
Alexander – Riker and the counselor looked very happy to have all the romantic secluded places to visit on Aluwna 
Jeremy to rejoin Officer-Exchange program next week, Worf will try to get him back on the Dughjey. 
Qapla'! said Jeremy, holding out his fist to the two Klingons. With gusto the family joined fists and echoed the sentiment Qapla'! 
  Distant Shores Bottomless by Ilsa J. Bick
A Starfleet officer lives and dies by a code of ethics
Some thermal vents on Kronos measure 5000 meters
Repression 
Tom and B’E to 3-D movie holoprogram. Fresh flowers, an afternoon on the holodeck, almost like they’re dating again. 1932 Palace theatre, Chicago. B’E not familiar with the environment. 
B’E recognizes comatose Bajoran Tabor slumped from behind. When they were in the Maquis together everyone used to joke that Tabor had his own personal forcefield, went through a dozen firefights without getting his clothes dirty. 
Crewman Jor was also Maquis, friend of Tabor. 
Chakotay and B’E head a meeting of the former Maquis, Bolians, Vulcan female. 
B’E – We’re not Maquis anymore. We put our differences aside seven years ago. 
Maxwell Soroyan, friend of Kim, killed by Maquis several years ago. 
Chakotay has a vague idea of how stubborn B’E can be. 
fanatic Bajoran vedek Teero Anaydis, who worked with the Maquis. Counterintelligence. He was thrown out for experimenting with mind control. Vedek on colony near badlands. Mind meld from Tuvok conveys Teero’s instructions to B’E. 
B’E under influence helps take over Voyager. The rebellion ended three years ago, in the Alpha Quadrant maybe, not here. Secures Deck 11. wears her Maquis garb. 
Another mind meld cures all the rebellious Maquis. 
B’E shushes the Captain and Tuvok at 3-D double feature 
  Nanotech War by Steven Piziks 
B and Tom newly married 
A few tiny braids had been artfully woven into B's shoulder length brown hair. 
rhometric weapons - a volatile mix of compounds distinguiisshed by a core of unstable dilithium, a rhometric reaction could render vast areas of land uninhabitable for generations 
Bethany Marija, f, former Maquis, voyager Transporter technician 
Tom - What's the point of being married if you can't steal a kiss once in a while? 
P38 Tom had always noticed how beautiful B was. Took him a long time to appreciate how compellingly perceptive and resourceful she was. 
B had looked at Tom as a failure and a traitor to the Maquis 
Tom thought B arrogant, head strong, stubborn 
B had mellowed considerably. Tom had grown up. 
B - You're an angel. Paybacks will be heaven. 
B liked watching Tom 
Tom had the power to convince her to go against her better judgment. 
The very idea of thralls put B off 
B kidnapped at diplomatic reception by Chiar rebels. Quickly rescued. 
P96 Tom and B dinner tender pot roast with mashed spicy jeerna root 
B liked cartoons, Maybe all the violence was appealing to her Klingon side. 
Tom once spent three days of leave working on the Delta Flyer, to B's annoyance 
Chiar kidnap Seven, Tom gets caught in transporter beam. B knocked unconscious but unharmed 
Stale synthehol and poorly cooked food at bar where Tom first met a Maquis operative 
B - Tell me what happened to Tom or I'm going to visit your data banks with a bat'leth. 
B - tell a targ not to bite the hand that feeds it. 
B saw the gaping holes left by Tom's missing teeth after his being beaten, and her temper boiled. 
B fights holographic Cardassians with safety interlocks disengaged when Tom has Chiar nanite induced amnesia. 
B is bossy. Tom is impulsive. B is loud. Tom does not listen. B is stubborn. Tom moves quickly from one thing to the next. 
Tom had once decided to surprise B with breakfast in bed. Waking her, she lashed out and knocked him flat. Dumping food all over his bare chest. She did apologize and make it up to him. 
Inside Man 
B’E and Tom and gullible Harry, tell him they encountered an Iconian with gateway technology 
Body and Soul 
no Klingon content 
Nightingale 
Lt. Torres finally convinces Janeway that a maintenance overhaul can not be put off any longer, and Voyager lands on uninhabited planet. 6 days, Extensive repairs. Mendez in engineering. Icheb impresses B and Janeway, works with B on repairs. 
B starts her day at 0600. 
B - What do you do for fun? I've learned that you've got to take a break once in a while. I've been doing a lot of rock climbing on the holodeck. Maybe you'd like to join be. 
Icheb - I do have an interest in geology. 
B - It's not about the rocks, Icheb, it's about the climbing 
Tom, a married man now, tired already of being on the ground cleaning conduits. 
Wants to go on Harry's away mission. 
Icheb can call B B'Elanna. She is really looking forward to their climb. If it doesn't involve a race car, a shuttle or something that he can drive, Tom's not interested. Besides, since we got married, I see more than enough of him. 
Tom encourages Icheb to go climbing with B. Icheb is confused. 
Tom has a racecar program. Invites Icheb to join him. Tomorrow, Holodeck Two, 1900 hours. Icheb takes this as a challenge. 
Icheb goes to B directly, it's obvious B is romantically interested. Icheb feels its inappropriate. 
According to database husband challenging to ritual contest, traditional Klingon practice. Possibly also finding reasons to spend time together, compliments, inviting participation in recreational activies; customary overtures. 
Icheb seemed a little lonely, B likes him, she was just trying to be friendly. 
She's a married woman, the honorable thing would be to stop seeing each other. 
Flesh and Blood 
B participated in a Boray conference on transwarp theory a few months back. When Voyager was at Boray system. 
The Voyager away team finds a Klingon bat'leth in the Hirogen holodeck training facility, which confuses them. 
The Hirogen simulation includes Klingon warrior. The Doctor repairs him, he gets up and slaps the Doctor on the shoulder, Qa'pla, walks out. 
Lt. Torres knows a lot about holoemmiters, the Doctor suggests she would help the Hirogen's holograms. 
B engineers a pulse to deactivate the holograms. 
B zapped while reinforcing core, otherwise everyone would be dead. the holograms transport her to their ship, because she is an expert in holotechnology. She is seriously injured. 
B wants to leave when she regains consciousness, not happy at being kidnapped. 
Doctor point out that B switched allegiances when she saw people being oppresses and joined the Maquis. Two hours chatting. 
B works on photonic field generator, with holographic Cardassian female. 
Tom to Janeway - With all due respect Captain I'd like to get my wife back in one piece. 
Holo Cardassian comments that organic Klingon B doesn't appear vicious or bloodthirsty. 
B - Sorry, that's a stereotype. We're not all vicious and bloodthirsty. And not every Cardassian is arrogant and cruel. Lets just say I've had some bad experiences with them. 
B afraid holograms might turn against organics, if she repairs them. 
B - It may be the warriors who get the glory, but its engineers who build societies. 
The Doctor apologizes to B for getting her involved. B hopes to get Cardassian woman to help them escape. Engineers can take control. 
B is safely transported to Delta Flyer. B and Tom hug. 
Tom - If this marriage is going to work, you've got to cut back on the traveling. 
Shattered 
Timeframe where Maquis B still angry at Janeway stranding them. Now Chakotay is collaborating with her, wearing that damned uniform. 
Chakotay convinces her with - B'Elanna I've never lied to you before and I'm not lying now. 
Maquis B works against traitorous Seska, imprisons her in Jeffery's tube. 
Lineage 
Written By: James Kahn Transcription from Jim's Reviews 
Tom and B'Elanna stroll through the corridors on their way to their morning shift, Good morning, B'Elanna chirps. 
Tom can't help but notice. You're in a good mood, he tells his wife 
It's another beautiful day in the Delta Quadrant, she says with a smile. 
Tom stops in his tracks.  What'd you have for breakfast? he asks suspiciously. 
she kisses him full on the lips.  I'll see you tonight.  Before he can respond, she's through the door.  All he can do is smile. 
Engineering is running like the well-oiled machine it all too rarely gets to be. 
The door hasn't even finished closing behind Lt. Torres before a crewman crisply marches toward her, PADD in hand. Here you are, Lieutenant, she says, handing B'Elanna the environmental systems report. 
Thank you, B’Elanna says sweetly, earning her a smile--and a surprised look. 
B’Elanna next moves toward a young ensign, who can't help but notice the eyes of her commanding officer upon her and her work.  But after a few seconds, B’Elanna lets her off the hook. Nice job, Ensign. 
Next, B'Elanna sets her sights on a very tall male engineer whose fingers fly over the controls.  She nods her approval.  You keep the warp field that stable you might just get us home a few years early. 
Icheb and Seven spoil B'Elanna's chipper mood   I don't remember giving you permission to work here, she growls. 
Icheb is penitent.  I'm sorry, Lieutenant. 
Seven of Nine is not.  I'm helping him study warp mechanics. 
B'Elanna begins walking down the stairs. You should have notified me. It's a busy day, and I...  She stumbles on the last step, 
Lieutenant, Seven says, concerned. 
I'm fine.  B’Elanna brushes herself off--then grabs her head. 
Icheb is on her, running a tricorder over the chief engineer.  His brow furrows.  I'm detecting another life-sign. 
Where? Seven asks, looking around. 
Inside Lieutenant Torres.  It could be a parasite.  He hands Seven the tricorder. 
Seven of Nine to the Doctor. 
Go ahead . 
I'll be accompanying Lieutenant Torres to Sickbay.  Surprisingly, B’Elanna doesn't object. 
What's wrong? 
Seven looks down on B’Elanna.  I believe she's pregnant. 
B'Elanna looks startled. 
Doctor - The fetus appears to be about seven weeks old--and doing quite well. So are you. 
Why did she faint? Tom asks. 
Doc shrugs. Klingon and human metabolism sometimes...clash. 
B’Elanna snorts. Tell me about it. 
It's not uncommon for such pregnancies to cause biochemical fluctuations in the mother, Doc assures them.  Tom asks if it's serious; Doc smiles. Not usually. You can expect some behavioral volatility, increased nutritional needs. Creating new life is a big job. 
Tom is thoughtful at that. 
I can't believe it, B’Elanna mutters. 
Doc - I don't mean to be indelicate, but...weren't you trying to get pregnant? 
B'Elanna - Well...of course. I mean...we knew we wanted a family. 
But the odds against human-Klingon conception are so high, Tom adds 
Doc smiles. Well, apparently you've beaten the odds. May I be the first to congratulate you? 
When is the baby due? 
Normally, Klingon pregnancies run 30 weeks, Doc says, but with mixed species, it could be sooner. 
Is it a girl or a boy? 
No! Don't tell, B'Elanna pleads. I want to be surprised. 
Uh, we've already been surprised, Tom reminds her. 
B’Elanna - I just don't see any reason to have to label the baby. I don't want to know the gender. I don't want to have to pick a name yet. 
Tom gives in. Okay, okay. Mommy knows best. 
B'Elanna's eyes blaze.  'Mommy'? 
Tom and B'Elanna are again walking through the corridor.  But their mood isn't quite the same as it was earlier this morning.  Both are hopped up on the anxious high of the news. 
I wonder if the holodeck has any child-rearing programs, Tom says. 
There are some things you just can't simulate, B'Elanna counters. 
I'll take whatever help I can get. 
We should get our quarters ready, B’Elanna suggests. 
Maybe I can replicate one of those antique cribs, Tom says. 
And put it where? We'll need to rearrange the living area. 
We need to do a lot more than that, Tom says. 
B'Elanna stops walking and looks at her husband. You're happy about this, right? 
Of course I'm happy! Just a little overwhelmed, that's all. 
Me, too, B'Elanna admits, smiling. Can we, uh, keep this to ourselves for a while? 
Tom smiles down at her. Absolutely. 
She throws herself into Tom's arms, and they hug fiercely.  When they part, she laughs again, and he joins her.  For one brief moment, they share the joy of the news without sweating the details. 
Then the moment passes.  I, uh...I need to get to work. See you later...Dad. B'Elanna leaves him in the corridor. 
Tom strolls into the mess hall--and is surprised to be greeted with a hearty round of applause. 
Congratulations, Tom! Neelix says cheerfully. 
Thanks, says Tom, stunned.   How did you find out? 
Icheb. Then Neelix looks worried.  Oh--he wasn't supposed to tell? 
Tom  - Well, we were hoping to keep it private...for an hour or so. 
Chakotay approaches B’Elanna in Engineering.  Have you checked the warp core for radiation leaks today? 
B’Elanna is instantly on guard. No. Why? 
You have a certain...Glow about you.  His eyes twinkle. 
It takes her a second to catch on--then she growls. Okay, who told you? 
The captain saves her first officer with an act of incredibly good timing. I just heard! Janeway says, rushing up to give B'Elanna a hug. Congratulations. 
Thanks, B’Elanna says. 
Seven said you were dizzy. Are you all right? 
B'Elanna bristles a little. I'm fine. 
Chakotay smiles. Nothing ever rattled her--not even the Cardassians. 
This is scarier, B'Elanna admits. 
Would you like some time off? the captain asks. 
To do what? B’Elanna asks, surprised. 
Adjust . This is a big change. 
B'Elanna  waves off the suggestion.  I'll work during the day, sleep at night and have the baby when it's time. 
Well, if you need to cut back on your duties, I'm sure Seven would be happy to fill in for you. 
I think I can handle it, B’Elanna insists. 
Harry - It's all over now. No more late nights on the Holodeck...no more racing the Delta Flyer. 
Tom - Don't you think you're exaggerating just a little ? 
I've seen it happen, Harry insists cruelly. The new dad gets tied down with family, old friends drop away-- 
It's fatherhood , Harry, not exile! 
If you say so, Harry says. 
Tuvok gives Paris an appraising look. Lieutenant, are you asking me for advice about fatherhood? 
Well, I don't know anyone else who's been through it. Any helpful hints? 
Tuvok goes for the all-purpose platitudes. Offspring can be disturbingly illogical, yet profoundly fulfilling.  You should anticipate paradox. 
Back in their quarters, Tom prepares an elaborate candle-lit dinner. 
B'Elanna comes through the door, looking frazzled, and is caught short by what she sees. 
So? Tom asks. 
B'Elanna gives the table a good review. Looks nice. 
Well, I figured quiet, romantic dinners may soon be a thing of the past. Tough day? 
B'Elanna heaves a sigh. The Captain practically relieved me of duty...as if I couldn't handle being an engineer and being pregnant at the same time . 
Well, if you ever need a baby-sitter, 'Godfather Neelix' is ready to go. 
B'Elanna lets out a soft growl. Chakotay wants to be godfather. 
Well, Neelix already has a list of names, Tom says, defending his--well, Neelix's--choice. 
I don't mind people suggesting names. What annoys me is all of the free advice about--feeding, and discipline! Why does everybody feel they're entitled to give us advice? B'Elanna asks. This is our child. 
Well, people should know better than to interfere with a Klingon mother, Tom says, teasing her. 
But B'Elanna suddenly turns cold. What's that supposed to mean? 
Uh oh. Nothing. It was a joke! 
What does being Klingon have to do with it? B'Elanna's voice rises. 
Hey, take it easy-- 
I don't want to take it easy! I want everybody to back off and just let me--  B’Elanna stops herself, and takes a deep breath.  When she continues, her voice is calmer, and she regards her husband with an apologetic look. The Doctor said I might experience some behavioral volatility. I guess this is it. 
Well, forget about the Doctor. Forget the Captain, all the godfathers. This isn't about their expectations or hopes or...doubts. None of this belongs to them. 
It belongs to us, B'Elanna agrees. All of it. 
Lucky us. 
Doctor interrupts the moment. Lieutenant Torres, Lieutenant Paris, please report to Sickbay . 
It's a holographic extrapolation of your child's spine, approximately ten months after birth, Doc explains. 
B'Elanna notices at once why Doc brought them here.  It's deviated. 
Yes. There's a pronounced curvature to the left. 
Tom is worried. Can it be corrected? 
I had surgery for it when I was a baby, B'Elanna says. 
You never told me that! 
My mother had it, too. 
Doc nods. It tends to run in Klingon families--especially among females. 
Tom picks up on it immediately. Are you saying that this baby is a girl? 
No, I didn't say that, Doc says, not at all convincingly. 
But it is a girl, right? Tom asks. 
Doc looks at B’Elanna, worried about what she could do to him.  You cannot infer that. 
It's okay, B'Elanna says. You might as well just tell us. 
Doc's relief is palpable. Yes. It's a girl. And aside from the deviated spine she's healthy. 
Will she need surgery? Tom asks. 
Fortunately, we've advanced beyond that. Genetic modification is the treatment of choice. 
Tom - If you can project an image of the spine...can you use the genetic data to show us the whole baby? 
Doc - I could. It would only be an approximation. 
Tom gives B'Elanna a puppy-dog pout. Let's take a look. 
I don't know. 
Oh, come on! Aren't you curious? 
Tom's enthusiasm wins her over. Okay, she says. 
Doc works his magic--and a moment later, the spinal column is covered with skin, and a child floats and rotates in the middle of sickbay. 
Oh, she's beautiful!  Tom gasps. 
B’Elanna gasps as well, but not for the same reason. Forehead ridges? she asks as she sees the baby's face.  Doc confirms it.  But she's only one-quarter Klingon. 
Klingon traits remain dominant for several generations, Doc says, even with a single ancestor. 
Tom couldn't be happier. Oh, she looks just like her mother. 
suddenly it's night.  A dark-haired man is looking at her on the other side of a campfire.  He sighs.  You are so much like your mother. 
B'Elanna looks like she just saw a ghost. 
She's perfect...Isn't she? Tom asks. 
But B'Elanna is at a loss for words. 
Whoa--a double bed on Voyager 
B'Elanna is in bed.  Tom is on his way.  Their sleepwear is tank tops. 
What a day, Tom says while crawling under the covers. 
Mm-hmm. B'Elanna looks distracted. 
Six years in the Delta Quadrant and nothing has ever scared me as much as hearing our baby had a problem. 
It's not much of a problem, B’Elanna says softly. 
We didn't know that at first. 
Now we know.  Still close to a whisper. 
Tom picks up on her mood and changes his tone to one of blatant encouragement. And we also know that the Doctor is going to fix everything tomorrow morning. 
B’Elanna smiles softly.  I'm sorry. It's a lot to take in all at once, and I'm really tired. 
We could both use some sleep, Tom agrees. Computer, dim the lights. 
It's a beautiful sunny morning in the woods for a family outing. 
A younger girl, with distinctive forehead ridges, quietly approaches the younger dad.  Dad, I increased the field strength of the targeting lure.  I'm guessing that's B'Elanna. 
John looks proudly at his daughter. Ooh, those fish don't stand a chance!  He gestures toward the other kids. You better get going. Your cousins aren't going to wait forever. 
But she's in no hurry to leave. I was thinking--maybe I could go fishing with you and Uncle Carl. 
John frowns. I thought you were looking forward to the hike. Just the kids, no dads to slow you down.... 
They don't like me, B'Elanna mopes. 
John's look is sad. Why would you say that? 
Because it's true. 
Just then, the older girl calls out to her, her tone clearly an invitation. Come on, B'Elanna, let's go!  The two boys are also expectant. 
You see? B'Elanna's dad says. Now, go on.  Have a good time. 
B'Elanna is not yet resigned to her fate. Dad? 
What is it? he asks. 
She hesitates.  Then gives up. Nothing. 
The next morning, Tom mans the toaster while B'Elanna rushes around getting ready for the new day. 
Relax! We're not that late, Tom says. 
The Doctor scheduled me at 0800. 
You still have time for my favorite gourmet breakfast: peanut butter toast. 
I'm too tired to eat.  Tom may not know why, but we do. 
Tom, oblivious, isn't as sympathetic as he might otherwise be. If you're having trouble sleeping now, wait till those 0200 feedings come around. 
His humor gives B’Elanna something to banter about.  You'll be in charge of those. 
Tom - I can't wait. 
B’Elanna finishes getting ready, and heads for the door.  She looks a bit anxious.  Look, you don't have to come with me. It a minor procedure. 
This surprises him.  Wouldn't you like some moral support? 
She bristles.  I'm not an invalid. 
Tom considers his response.  He appears to discard his first response, and goes for something more casually disinterested.  In that case, you're on your own.  He holds up the peanut butter toast.  That goes for breakfast, too. He takes a chomp with relish. 
B’Elanna smirks, and the door closes behind her. 
I've been expanding my database in obstetrics and pediatrics, Doc tells B’Elanna proudly. 
You haven't found another problem, have you? 
No, not at all! He assures his patient. But I have put together a prenatal enrichment program. 
B'Elanna sighs. Why am I not surprised? 
I'd like to start with trans-abdominal vocalization, he says 
Let me guess, she says as she lays back.  You're going to sing to my fetus. 
Through a diatonal amplifier. It's quite safe, and it should enhance the child's mathematical abilities. 
Can we talk about this later? B'Elanna asks, just wanting to get the procedure over and done with. 
Absolutely...at our first parenting class. 
We hear a soft groan.  Parenting class? 
Birthing techniques, feeding options, bonding strategies. It's not all hard work. We'll have ample time for fun. 
Could we get on with it? 
Certainly. Computer, dim lights. 
B’Elanna can't help but notice.  I hope you don't expect me to sleep through this. 
Of course not. The darkness encourages vascular dilation. Now, you may feel a slight tingling. Please remain as still as possible. 
B'Elanna lays back and lets her mind wander... 
Young B'Elanna sits clear of the other children. 
B'Elanna, come have lunch, one of the boys urges. 
That's okay.  I'm not hungry. 
You better eat while you can, says the older girl. You know our dads aren't going to catch any fish. 
B'Elanna finally relents, and walks over to grab a sandwich. 
Your mom wasn't sure you'd be able to come this weekend, says the girl.  I'm glad you made it. 
That's nice of you to say, B'Elanna says, grateful to hear it, but almost afraid to believe it's sincere. 
No, I mean it.  The girl, Elizabeth, is doing her best to make B'Elanna feel welcome. 
So, in his own way, is one of the boys. He asks B'Elanna to get him a drink, and while she does he grabs a big wriggling worm and tosses it on top of her sandwich.  He gratefully takes the drink from her, and waits for her to notice. 
When B'Elanna does, she screams. 
The boys laugh.  Elizabeth frowns. 
My teacher said Klingons like live food, worm boy says. 
B'Elanna seems to have two settings at this age--withdrawn, and fangs bared.  She lunges at Worm Boy. 
Elizabeth saves her brother before B'Elanna can do much damage. 
It was just a joke! the boy protests. 
It was a stupid joke, Dean, Elizabeth scolds. He's always doing stuff like that to me, she says to B'Elanna 
B'Elanna growls some more. Stomps off. 
Don't be mad, B'Elanna, Dean begs. 
B'Elanna Torres-hyphen-Paris has a very haunted look when Doc calls to the computer to raise the lights. 
Your daughter's spinal column is now perfectly aligned, he assures her, smiling with professional pride. 
Is she going to be all right? 
Better than all right, if her parents are any indication. 
Now fully dressed and all alone, B'Elanna enters the mini-holodeck.  Computer, access B'Elanna Torres' medical file. 
File accessed. 
She takes a breath. Project a holographic image of the baby.  Now, extrapolate what the child's facial features will look like at 12 years old.  The floating infant disappears, replaced by a young girl.  Her hair is long and black as night, and her forehead ridges have a distinctly B'Elanna look to them.  the child doesn't look exactly like B'Elanna at that age, but she's close enough.  Even more disturbing, the computer gave the kid a most somber expression--this is not a happy hologram.  The child-to-be practically begs for a little motherly intervention. 
Momma B’Elanna doesn't disappoint.  Display the fetus genome, she tells the computer. Delete the following gene sequences. 
Extrapolate what the child would look like with those genetic changes. 
The raven-haired girl is replaced by a little blonde girl, But the forehead ridges are still in place. 
Delete the following sequences. Extrapolate. 
The little blonde Klingon disappears.  In her place, a little blonde human, with a smooth forehead. 
B’Elanna leans in close to the tailor-made fruit of her womb.  Save changes. 
B'Elanna has a thought.  Restrict access to this file.  B'Elanna Torres only. 
B'Elanna can design the changes, but she cannot implement them--not unassisted, anyway. But the Doctor isn't keen on the proposal. There's no valid medical reason to do what you're proposing! he says, rising from his office chair. 
I disagree. 
You want to delete entire DNA sequences. The genes that create redundant organs, for example! 
They're superfluous. 
Those redundancies are there for a reason, Doc reminds her. 
Does my daughter need a third lung to survive? 
Doc sighs.  Strictly speaking, no--but having it may be beneficial.  Some geneticists believe the extra lung evolved to give Klingons greater stamina on the battlefield. 
My daughter is NOT going to be a Klingon warrior!!! she growls. 
Doc responds with an imperious glare. With all due respect, you have no idea what your daughter's going to be!  What if she develops an interest in athletics?  Greater lung capacity would be an advantage. The point is, there's no reason to arbitrarily remove genetic traits. 
It's not arbitrary! B'Elanna protests. It's preventive. 
How so? Doc asks. 
That third lung could become diseased, couldn't it? 
It's an obvious reach.  But Doc is gentle.  I suppose.... 
B’Elanna pursues her point. Then what I'm suggesting is no different than removing an appendix before it becomes inflamed! 
Doc - Why tamper with biological systems that evolved over eons? 
Like curvature of the spine? 
Doc winces.  If I make these changes, it'll affect her appearance. 
I'm aware of that. 
Are you also aware that some of these genes influence behavior? Personality? 
None of that's as important as her health! B’Elanna says. 
What does Tom think about all this? he asks softly. 
A pause.  I wanted to see what you thought first. 
Doc's look is sympathetic, but firm.  Well, as you can see, I'm very dubious. 
Look, I've done statistical analyses, epidemiology. At least review my work! 
Doc - All right, I'll look at it. But in the meantime...I suggest you have a talk with your husband. 
Absolutely not! Tom says. 
This is our child's health we're talking about!  B'Elanna pleads. 
It's more than that, Tom says, cutting to the heart of the matter. You want to change who she is. Her individuality, her... 
Then the other clue drops.  You don't want her to be Klingon. That's what this is really about, isn't it? You're trying to protect her from being Klingon because you had a rough time when you were a kid. 
B'Elanna's face flushes. I was treated like a monster. 
That isn't going to happen to our daughter, Tom assures her.  Everyone on Voyager will accept her for who she really is. 
That's easy for you to say. You're human. 
Meaning what, exactly? 
Meaning you don't understand what it's like. 
Tom - Okay, then...Tell me. 
B’Elanna takes a deep breath.  When the people around you are all one way and you're not, you can't help feeling...like there's something wrong with you. 
B'Elanna's been dwelling on her own childhood, but Tom's perspective is anchored firmly on their present situation.  Voyager isn't just one way. We've got Bajorans, Vulcans, a Talaxian... 
And 140 humans. 
But Tom isn't quite so species-centric.  Our daughter is going to have a mixed heritage--just like her mother. It's something you'll have in common! Something she should be proud of! Why destroy that? 
I'm not destroying anything!  Gene resequencing isn't a weapon. It's a tool...Like a hyperspanner. 
She's not a machine, Tom reminds his engineer bride.  She's our daughter. 
I'm not exactly sure what you want me to do, Mama Kate says. 
I want you to order the Doctor to genetically alter my child, B'Elanna says. 
Tom - You see what I'm dealing with here? 
Janeway gives B'Elanna a steady gaze.  What you're asking for is ethically questionable.  The Doctor has reservations; your husband is against it. 
B’Elanna gazes right back.  I only want to do what you did...for Seven of Nine. 
I beg your pardon? Janeway asks. 
You had her implants removed. 
I don't see the connection. 
You altered her physiology.  You changed who she was. 
I was acting in her best interests. 
That's all I'm doing. 
Seven was born human, Tom says, interrupting.  The Captain just helped to restore her original physiology. 
And gave her a better life in the process, B’Elanna counters. 
Our child isn't even born yet!  How do you know what's going to make her life better? 
I just don't want her to start at a disadvantage, B’Elanna insists. 
Tom's exasperation gets the best of him.  The Doctor said you might experience mood swings... 
That's it! B’Elanna bellows. Just dismiss my argument as some kind of hormonal outburst! 
I didn't mean that-- 
They seem to forget where they're arguing.  Janeway reminds them. Stop it, both of you.  She rises from her chair.  The biggest problem you two have isn't ethical...It's marital. I'm happy to offer you advice as a friend, but as your Captain I am not going to overrule the chief medical officer. 
The captain dismisses them with some friendly advice. You two need to work this out. 
Tom runs after his wife.  B'Elanna... 
She stops and glares at him. What?! 
You heard the Captain. We have to work this out. 
B'Elanna isn't at all happy.  There's nothing to work out.  You're getting what you want. 
What I want is to have a civilized discussion with my wife! 
Tom tries to smooth things over. Maybe a change of scenery would help.  How about the holodeck? 
That's your solution to everything, she grouses. 
At least I'm trying! Look, I don't care where we do it, but we have to talk this out... 
I am tired of talking! All right?  B'Elanna leaves him standing, open-mouthed, as she storms off. 
Harry Kim opens his door to find Tom Paris, looking like a whipped puppy. Do I need a reservation? 
What happened? Harry says after inviting him in. 
I think B'Elanna and I need some time apart, Tom says miserably. 
Harry nods. My couch is your couch. 
Tom tosses a blanket on the sofa, and soon he joins it.  She's barely pregnant, and already we're having a major crisis. 
You'll make up. You always do. 
Yeah, but that's what worries me, Tom admits. We're always fighting and making up. How's that going to affect our daughter? 
She's going to have a great life! Harry assures him. Piloting the ship from your lap, battling Dr. Chaotica on the holodeck-- 
Yeah, Tom says, ... unless B'Elanna thinks battling is too Klingon. 
Harry understands immediately. She's always been sensitive about being part Klingon. You know that. 
That doesn't give her the right to turn our child into a science experiment. 
But it does explain why this is so important to her. 
What am I supposed to do? 
Maybe you should tell her you understand. 
What good would that do? 
It might make her less defensive.  And then, maybe it would be easier for her to see your point of view. 
What if she can't?  Tom asks. 
Harry shrugs,  Like I said, my couch is your couch. He tosses Tom a pillow. 
B'Elanna looks pretty pacing in their quarters. 
her sleepwear red, two-piece, form-flattering, and a triumph of minimalism. 
Night is falling at the fishing camp.  All are accounted for, except for young B'Elanna, not seen since the worm-on-the-sandwich incident. 
Everyone looks worried.  Especially Papa John Torres.  She should be back by now. 
Timidly, B'Elanna appears. 
B'Elanna! John says, rushing to his daughter.  Where have you been? 
I'm sorry. I got kind of...Separated. 
It was our fault, Elizabeth says. 
It was Dean's fault! Michael, the youngest cousin says. He put a worm in her sandwich. 
Dean,   I was just kidding!  He looks apologetic at B'Elanna. I'm really sorry. 
B'Elanna has calmed down after her time alone. Forget it. 
The rest of the camp also breathes easier. Come on, let's get dinner started, says uncle Carl to his kids. 
John sticks with his daughter. You want to talk about it? 
I just wish... B'Elanna says, stops, then spits it out. I wish I weren't Klingon. 
John Torres frowns. Now why would you say that? 
Because everyone makes fun of me. 
Who's everyone? 
Dean. The kids at school, she says miserably.  They all hate me. 
John tries to put her at ease.  Did I ever tell you what the kids at my school used to call me? 
B'Elanna shakes her head. 
I used to fall asleep in class all the time. So instead of John Torres, they called me John 'Snore-ez.' 
It's not the same thing, B'Elanna says sourly. 
Of course it is.  Kids tease each other!  They can be very cruel. But it doesn't mean that they hate you, or they hate Klingons. 
You don't understand!! 
I think I do, John says. You have to learn to be a little less sensitive. 
Fine, she grumps. 
They both look over to the campfire when they hear the other kids laughing.  Now come on, John says. Uncle Carl's going to tell one of his famous fish stories. 
I'd rather just read, B'Elanna says. 
John is clearly disappointed, but he doesn't push it. Suit yourself.  He walks over to join the fun, leaving his daughter to lose herself in a PADD. 
The end of a very long day of camping has come.  All the kids are tucked in.  The two brothers Torres gather by the fire. 
Everybody asleep? John asks. 
They were exhausted. Coffee? 
Sure, John says, gratefully accepting a cup. 
Listen, I'm sorry, Carl says, sitting down. 
For what? 
The way Dean treated B'Elanna.  I had a talk with him. 
John waves it off.  He was just doing what 11-year-olds do. I'm sure B'Elanna overreacted. 
What makes you say that?  Carl asks. 
She's too damn sensitive. 
What do you mean?  She's a great kid. 
John begins to unburden himself. You haven't been around her much the last couple of years. 
A few meters away, in her tent, B'Elanna listens in. 
She's gotten moody, unpredictable, argumentative. Just like her mother, John says miserably. 
I thought you loved Miral's...intensity. 
John sighs. Everything's become a fight with her. I guess the older I get the less intensity I can handle. You know, it's funny how Mom and Dad always turn out to be right. 
What do you mean? 
Mom warned me not to marry Miral. 
B'Elanna begins to tremble. 
Mom loved Miral, Carl reminds him. 
Sure she did. But she never thought I had the constitution to live with a Klingon...and now I'm living with two of them. 
John sighs again. 
Taya. B'Elanna is shaken from her daydream by the voice of the first officer.  What? she asks. 
'Taya.' It's the feminine form of 'Chakotay.' What do you think? 
I'll add it to the list, she says without much emotion. Right after 'Floxia.' Neelix suggested that one.  She finishes with a weak smile. It's number 32. 
Chakotay groans.  On second thought, you and Tom ought to come up with your own name. 
Chakotay  I knew there was a reason I always liked you, B'Elanna says sincerely. 
You look like you've been up all night. Want to get some coffee? 
She smiles. That's the best offer I've had all week. 
Morning. Tom Paris runs into Chakotay and B'Elanna in the corridor. 
Hi, B'Elanna says 
Chakotay takes the center lane, maintaining a buffer zone between the quarreling couple as they head for the mess hall.  Join us for breakfast? he asks Tom. 
Neither says anything.  But the tension is palpable. 
You know what? Chakotay says.  I forgot my padd. Why don't you two go ahead? I'll meet you in the mess hall. 
The two walk in silence for a moment before Tom breaks the ice. So, how are you today? 
I haven't changed my mind, if that's what you mean. 
Tom No. What I meant was, how are YOU? 
She answers honestly. I've been better, but I'll get over it. 
You know, Harry has the lumpiest pillows on the ship.  He snores, keeps the room way too hot....  I missed you, he says, his. 
Hers grow large.  Me, too. 
Tom smiles- I still owe you that slice of peanut butter toast.  Why don't we go back to our quarters, fire up the toaster? 
B'Elanna returns the smile.  Sounds nice. 
But before they can move toward their quarters, their combadges chirp.  Lieutenant Torres, Lieutenant Paris--please report to Sickbay. 
I've reviewed the data you gave me, the Doctor tells Tom and B'Elanna, and I've also done my own analysis. 
Skip the details, Doctor, B’Elanna says testily.  You've already made it clear what you think of my proposal. 
Actually, I've changed my opinion. 
B'Elanna's eyes go wide.  What?  Tom folds his arms and bites his lip. 
The genetic alterations you've suggested, Doc says, are necessary. 
On what grounds? Tom demands. 
The 'clash' I mentioned between Klingon and human metabolism?  It's more extensive than I realized. 
Now both parents look worried. How extensive? B’Elanna asks. 
Theoretically, it could lead to complete metabolic failure. 
But you can fix it,  B'Elanna says hopefully. 
Doc nods, but the news isn't good.  By eliminating most of her Klingon genetic material. 
Tom gapes for a moment. Are you sure about all of this? he asks. 
My analysis was quite thorough.  Of course, if our circumstances were different, you would be free to seek a second opinion. 
Tom - No offense, Doc, but--I am just trying to understand what's going on. 
Doc hands Tom a padd. You're welcome to review my findings. But let me stress it would be unwise to delay this too long. 
Why? B'Elanna asks. 
The fetus is at a critical stage of development. Antibodies have begun to form. 
How long do we have? Tom asks. 
I've scheduled the procedure for Tomorrow morning...with your permission, he says, looking at B'Elanna. 
They're both speechless. 
Tom asks a second opinion from Icheb and Seven, there is a computational error. Seven believes the Doctor’s program has been tampered with. 
In sickbay, B’Elanna is back in her underwear, hopping up on the operating bed. 
Frankly, Doc says, I'm relieved you decided not to wait till the last minute. 
B’Elanna Once this is behind us, I'm sure we'll all feel better. 
Tom paces while Seven works the controls. Someone's blocked communications to Sickbay, Seven says. 
Tom grits his teeth.  See if you can deactivate the Doctor. 
Seven tries, but no go. Access to his program has been restricted. 
Keep trying. Tom slaps his chest.  Paris to Tuvok. 
Go ahead. 
Meet me in Sickbay. 
Tom and Tuvok and a security team march toward Sickbay. 
Why would she alter the Doctor's program? Tuvok asks. 
To change his mind about the medical procedure. Computer, open Sickbay doors, Tom orders. 
Unable to comply. 
Tuvok  Override.  Authorization: Tuvok Pi Alpha. 
Authorization denied. 
This wasn't unexpected--nobody knows the ship like B'Elanna, and she's covered all her bases.  Tuvok pushes door aside with his Vulcan strength.  Tom and Tuvok lead, followed closely by the security squad. 
Doctor, stop what you're doing!  Tom shouts. 
Doc bristles. You're interrupting a medical procedure. 
Your program has been altered! 
This stops the Doctor cold. What do you mean, altered ? 
B’Elanna grows alarmed. Ignore him, she tells Doc. 
B'Elanna, this is completely irrational! Tom yells. 
Will someone please tell me what's going on?  Doc demands. 
I'm your patient, B’Elanna declares to the whole room. Your first duty is to me and my baby. 
Tuvok tries to get to the operating bed, but a force field stops him.  Tuvok to bridge. 
Kim here. 
There's a force field in Sickbay.  I can't deactivate it.  Cut power to the EPS relay surrounding the surgical bay. 
Harry does so, but his console buzzes at him. Access has been restricted.  I'll have to bypass them. 
B’Elanna tries to get the Doctor back to the surgery. You said it could be dangerous to delay the procedure. 
Tom shouts for the Doctor's attention as well. She's manipulating you, Doc--in more ways than one. 
The Doctor hesitates.  In the end, he looks apologetically at his patient. I'm sorry, Lieutenant--but if there's something wrong with my program... 
There's nothing wrong with your program! 
Harry's voice carries through the room. I'm cutting power to the surgical bay, now. 
The force field flashes out of existence, Tuvok -  I suggest we deactivate your program until we determine the extent of the alterations, he tells the Doctor. 
I understand, Doc says. Computer, deactivate EMH.  He shrugs an apology to B'Elanna as he disappears. 
B'Elanna is furious. You had no right to interfere!!! she says as she hops off the table. 
Tom takes a deep breath.  Tuvok, would you mind giving us a minute?  Tuvok nods, and the security team exits sickbay. 
Tom is simply mortified.  I never thought you would go this far. 
I don't know what you're talking about, B’Elanna says defensively. 
Reprogramming the Doctor?! 
I upgraded his program!!! So he could understand what had to be done! 
You mean to reconfigure our baby, so she wouldn't be treated like a monster. 
It's not just about the way she'll be treated. 
What else is it about, then?  She doesn't respond. Come on, B'Elanna tell me! 
Forget it. 
No, no.  We're not going to forget it.  We're going to talk about this--right now! 
B'Elanna snaps.  Stop telling me what to do!  You're not my father! 
Tom stops yelling, and starts whispering.  What are you talking about? 
Look, my father...  B'Elanna's voice trails off. 
What?  What about him? 
We were inseparable.  He spoiled me and I worshipped him. But the older I got...we just grew apart. 
B’Elanna begins pacing, unable to look at Tom.  He ended up organizing this camping trip with my cousins.  I guess he just wanted to, I don't know, make things better again. 
But it didn't, Tom guesses. 
It was awful!  I ended up trying to run away. 
John Torres notices B'Elanna is packing her bags in the tent. 
B'Elanna?  What are you doing? 
It was so stupid, B'Elanna says, kicking herself years after the fact.  I mean, where was I going to go? 
You probably just wanted him to stop you,  Tom says gently. 
B'Elanna  Well, he did. 
Don't touch me!  B'Elanna says when her father puts a hand on her shoulder. 
B'Elanna, what's wrong?  John asks, not comprehending why she's acting this way. 
You know what's wrong. 
No, I don't. 
Maybe I'm just being moody and unpredictable,  the child says bitterly. 
John gulps.   What are you talking about? 
I heard what you said to uncle Carl. 
John is embarrassed, and a little angry. You shouldn't be listening to private conversations, he scolds. 
And you shouldn't have said what you did about mommy! 
Without another word, father and daughter move outside the camp so they can talk without keeping everyone up.  B'Elanna finds a log to slump down on. 
Her father sits beside her.  B'Elanna...Listen to me.  Your mother and I are having problems, but... 
You don't love her anymore. 
That's not true! 
Yes, it is! And you don't love me, either. 
B'Elanna... 
You're no different than anyone else.  You don't like Klingons.  You said it! 
You are twisting my words, B'Elanna-- 
Maybe he was right, Tom says. Maybe you misunderstood. 
No, I know what I heard, B'Elanna says, reliving the anger and shame.  It made me so angry! 
You had a right to be, after the things he said. 
It's not what he said!  B'Elanna's tears flow freely now. It's what I said. 
If you can't stand living with us, B'Elanna yells at her father, then why don't you just leave? 
And that's exactly what he did. 
Oh, B'Elanna...  Tom says, his heart breaking for her. 
Twelve days later...and he never came back. 
You can't blame yourself for that. 
Why not? she demands. 
Because...He was obviously unhappy about his marriage.  He didn't leave just because you told him to. 
You don't know that. 
Tom - Look. Whatever the reason was, I'm sure it was a horrible thing for you to live with. 
And then it hits home.  Tom gets a sick knot in his gut.  Wait a minute.  You don't think... 
He runs over to her.  B'Elanna, I am never going to leave you. 
That childhood memory is seared into her soul.  You say that now...But think about how hard it is to live with one Klingon. Pretty soon it'll be two.  And two was too much for John Torres, after all. 
But Tom is no John Torres.  And someday I hope it's three or four--I mean it! he says, seeing B'Elanna's skepticism. And I hope that every one of them is just like you. B'Elanna...I am not your father. And you are not your mother. And our daughter is going to be perfect just the way she is. 
It's almost too much to hope for.  You really think so? she asks, desperate to believe. 
I know so. 
It's enough.  B'Elanna rushes into Tom's arms, and she lets the tears come, holding on for dear life. 
Medical officer's log, stardate 54452.6: Lieutenant Torres has deleted the alterations she made to my program.  It's a relief to be back to my old self again. 
B'Elanna looks suitably abashed when he enters sickbay. 
Good morning, Lieutenant, Doc says. You're not feeling ill, are you? 
No. I'm fine, she says.  I just wanted to apologize for violating your program. 
Doc smiles cavalierly.  Apology accepted.  Not guilty by reason of biochemistry. 
Nice of you to let me off the hook, B'Elanna says, but biochemistry isn't an excuse.  I knew exactly what I was doing. 
Doc nods, accepting the apology, and B'Elanna smiles with relief. 
Then she gasps, grabbing her tummy. 
Is something wrong? Doc asks, reaching for a tricorder. 
I don't know, she admits. 
Doc finishes his scan, and smiles. Your baby's kicking. 
Ah, so that's what it is. So soon? she asks. 
Well, she is part Klingon. 
Before she can take offense, B'Elanna gasps.  There it is again! 
May I? Doc asks.  She nods, and Doc places his hand on her tummy. 
The little lady kicks again, and Doc and B'Elanna share a delighted laugh.  Feisty little thing, isn't she?  I wonder where she gets that from. 
The moment passes, and Doc returns to his work.  But B'Elanna doesn't leave just yet. 
Speaking of the baby...I have another request. 
Yes? 
I wonder if you'd like to be her godfather. 
Doc doesn't turn around; he's a bit too stunned for that. 
B'Elanna takes the silence as a no, but she presses on. Neelix wants the job but he's already got Naomi Wildman and Chakotay knows less about raising kids than Harry does, and if you think about it... 
Doc turns around. I accept. 
Thanks, she says, her gratitude evident. 
Thank you, Doc says, his gratitude evident. 
I was also wondering...do you think I could see her one more time?  The holographic projection, I mean. 
Doc smiles. I don't see why not.  He calls up the program showing the child as she's likely to look at age ten months. 
B'Elanna takes a good long look. 
And she begins to laugh as the tears form.  She is cute, isn't she? 
  Enigma Ship by Christina F York
Fall of Cardassian post Dom War thrown edge of Cardie space into chaos
Lucrative new trade opportunities and new dangers with pirates and raiders
Fed SF ships thin and overworked
Andorian juggle-ball game played in shuttlebay
Denebian mud-monkey
Blight on Salem II
Waldport's Principles of Parallel Technologies. Waldport's theories taught at academy. One of the foundations of prime directive, every civilization develops similar technologies at their own pace
Magnetic probe tools not used in SF in 50 years, used for magnetic and force-field antimatter containment
Cloaking devices generally bend or transfer electromagnetic radiation around or through a ship.
Shields require graviton generation
drad music, not Klingon
Nausicaan tusk opera
telepathic hologram feedback system – show viewer exactly what they want to see
happy as targs in blood
Klingons say of Bynars A Bynar never stands alone. They mean great disrespect in this.
Section 31 not popular knowledge
Orion curse – Great Emerald gods
   S.C.E. Wildfire by David Mack
Natives of Rigel V mistaken for Vulcans easily
Klingon folk music
Tenber VIII beautiful ringed gas giant, rings mined for dilithium and ultritium
Galvan VI gas giant. Home of newly discovered Ovanim
Freyar, disreputable planet
Page 371 Captain David Gold's daughter Esther, Klingon boyfriend Khor.
Kragite Order of Heroism, for quick action
Starfleet Citation for Conspicuous Gallantry, for dying in line of duty to save others
Trill lullabies
rare Deltan perfume
   S.C.E. Home Fires by Dayton Ward and Kevin Dilmore
SD 53704.8 YD 2376
Bolian spice nectar, expensive
Yigrish cream pie
Kaferian apple strudel
Q'babi juice
Jimbalian fire fruit, spicy
Thelkan traders
Corsi and Duffy in Breen firefight in Dom War
New Paris colonies, one of first human settlements, early 22 nd century
Type XII storage module, for colonists, carries their things then becomes their first home
YD 2355 SD 32318.5
Post Maxia Zeta
Lt. Commander William Ross, Starfleet Intelligence
Lt. Hu'Ghrovlatrei, f, Efrosian, Starfleet Intelligence
Ens. Tobias Donovan, Starfleet Intelligence
Gul Mogad encounter, Cardassian covert surveillance in Saltok System on Federation
Saltok System, near Cardassian space, 5 uninhabited planets, with moons, three days from Topin system
Topin system, near Cardassian space
Juhrayan system, near Cardassian space
You know how Bolians can get, if you don't give them what they want.
Federation civilian freighters deal with Ferengi clients
   S.C.E. Age of Unreason by Scott Ciencin
Sinnravian drad music
Belgarian freighter
Caliph IX, ten days from Pacifica
   S.C.E. Balance of Nature by Heather Jarman
Dr. Zoeannah Xanfer, f, Betazoid, telepathic
Betazoids expect emotional exuberance from their partners
It is difficult to hide a bad mood from a telepath
The bad vibes you're putting out will keep me up
Ktarian merlot
Risan pottery
zeeflower hip tea
   S.C.E. Breakdowns by Keith R.A. DeCandido
The House head returns! Now we may feast!
Page 257 Khor, son of Lantar
Dark green cassock decorated with several medals
Klingon Embassy in Paris
Klingon rules of hospitality
I shall make the sacrifice of sleeping in comfort
Death is the one inevitability of life, the one thing on which we all may rely
Captain Mairin ni Bhroanin, USS Huygens, killed in brief Fed-Klingon war
cohusbands on Bolarus  
   S.C.E. Aftermath by Christopher L. Bennett
 
   S.C.E. Ishtar Rising, Book 1 by Michael A. Martin & Andy Mangels
 
   S.C.E. Ishtar Rising, Book 2 by Michael A. Martin & Andy Mangels
 
   S.C.E. Buying Time by Robert Greenberger
 
   S.C.E. Collective Hindsight, Book 1 by Aaron Rosenberg
 
   S.C.E. Collective Hindsight, Book 2 by Aaron Rosenberg
 
   S.C.E. The Demon, Book 1 of 2 by Loren L. Coleman and Randall N. Bills
 
   S.C.E. The Demon, Book 2 of 2 by Loren L. Coleman and Randall N. Bills
 
   S.C.E. Ring Around the Sky by Allyn Gibson
 
   S.C.E. Orphans by Kevin Killiany
 
   S.C.E. Grand Designs by Dayton Ward and Kevin Dilmore
 
   S.C.E. Failsafe by David Mack
 
   S.C.E. Bitter Medicine by Dave Galanter
 
   S.C.E. Sargasso Sector by Paul Kupperberg
 
   S.C.E. Paradise Interrupted by John S. Drew
 
   S.C.E. Where Time Stands Still by Dayton Ward and Kevin Dilmore
 
   S.C.E. The Art of the Deal by Glenn Greenberg
 
Repentance 
no Klingon content 
Prophecy 
Teleplay By: Mike Sussman & Phyllis Strong Transcription from Jim's Reviews 
Voyager is under fire 
A ship just decloaked off our port stern, Tom reports. 
Can you identify them? Janeway asks Harry. 
Ensign Kim They recloaked. 
Tuvok That disruptor blast had a Klingon signature. 
This catches everyone's attention. Klingons? Why would Klingons be firing on a Federation vessel? For that matter, what the heck were Klingons doing in this neck of the galaxy to begin with? 
Evasive maneuvers, Janeway orders. Hail them. 
No response, Tuvok says. Port shields are down to fifty percent, Tuvok announces after more shots 
Kim They've recloaked again. 
Tetryon readings indicate it's a D-Seven Class cruiser. 
Tom D-Seven? They were retired decades ago. 
Tuvok - If their technology is antiquated... 
Chakotay - Perhaps a metaphasic scan might be able to penetrate their cloak. 
Janeway nods crisply at her first officer. Do it. 
Chakotay hits the comm system. Bridge to Astrometrics. 
Initiate a metaphasic sweep. 
Seven of Nine, within seconds, I've detected a vessel. Transferring the trajectory to tactical. 
Tuvok  I have them. 
Janeway wastes no time. Fire phasers. 
Klingon ship - 
Our cloak has failed! reports a seated operations officer, has to took over his right shoulder to report. 
The captain - Divert emergency power to shields. 
Forward emitters are off-line! The Federation ship is hailing again. The seated officer 
The captain Answer them. 
Captain! growls an older, and crustier, Klingon standing at oval panel. Two Klingons stand at panel bejhind captain, backs to him 
The captain. It may give us more time to get the cloak back on online. Visual! 
This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. Stand down. 
We will not surrender to sworn enemies of the Klingon empire! he says sharply. 
I think there's been a misunderstanding, Janeway explains. The Empire signed a peace treaty with the Federation more than 80 years ago. If I'm not mistaken, it's still in effect. 
The Klingon captain, Kohlar, bristles. You're lying. 
Now Janeway bristles. I'm not lying. But even if I were, your ship is no match for mine. I suggest we discuss this. 
Kohlar - What is there to talk about? 
The treaty, for one thing. I'll give you access to our database show you I'm telling the truth. 
Kohlar scoffs. Databases can be falsified. 
Janeway - I have a Klingon serving aboard this ship. 
Kohlar reacts as though slapped. Impossible! 
Janeway just smiles. She's my chief engineer. 
I will meet this--chief--engineer . 
Janeway  We'd be honored to have you as our guest. 
You're safe here, Janeway says. You have my word. 
Forgive me if I don't find the word of a human very reassuring. 
Janeway - I'd like to know what you're doing in the Delta Quadrant. 
Kohlar - I'm not answering any questions until I see the Klingon. 
The three are silent as they enter the turbolift. 
Chakotay and B are waiting in the conference room. 
Janeway Captain Kohlar--Lieutenant Torres, our chief engineer. 
B rises politely. 
Kohlar You're with child! 
That's what the Doctor tells me. 
Kohlar seems awfully interested in her now. Did you conceive during the holy month of nay'Poq? 
B - I have no idea. 
It would have been 14 or 15 weeks ago, Kohlar asks with an intensity that sets everyone on edge. 
B does answer, eventually. That sounds about right--not that it's any of your business. 
Kohlar is now the agitated one.  I must return to my ship. 
Tuvok Aren't you interested in learning about the treaty? The Klingon captain doesn't really seem interested, but he is ready to agree to darn near anything if it means he can get back to his ship. Chakotay offers him a copy of the Khitomer accords, which he takes without hesitation. 
I must return to my vessel, he repeats. 
Janeway stands between him and the door. Not without your assurance that you won't fire on my ship again. 
Kohlar gives B a penetrating look; she shifts uncomfortably. He then looks at Janeway and offers a sincere, heartfelt vow. You have my word. 
J Escort Captain Kohlar back to the transporter room. 
Aye, Captain. Tuvok leads the way. Kohlar follows, but not without one last look at B. 
B looks at Chakotay, exasperation in her voice. What the hell was that about? 
On the Klingon ship, all male warrior group 
It's the truth! Kohler insists, holding Khitomer Accords. 
How can you be certain? demands T’Greth 
The scrolls say: 'You will find me after two warring houses make peace.' Our people, and the Federation--our greatest enemy! --are at peace! 
So the humans claim, says T’Greth. These accords may be a deception. 
But Kohler is adamant. The other signs are present. 'You will know me before I know the world.' 
The child is unborn--it does not know the world! 
Kohler nods appreciatively. You interpret the scrolls well. 
T’Greth - We must verify the evidence 
Kohler frowns. Your skepticism darkens my heart, T'Greth. What evidence did our ancestors have when they began this journey? Nothing but their faith. Tell the others to prepare. The Day of Separation has arrived. 
Harry Kim's station begins to chirp. Uhh...Captain? The Klingon ship--its core is breaching. 
Janeway - Red alert. Hail them. 
Captain Kohler appears a moment later. His bridge is on fire, and he seems to be in a hurry. I salute you, Captain. You did more damage to our vessel than my engineer thought. 
We can send over a team to help you establish a containment field. 
There isn't time. 
He's right, Harry says. Their core is going to breach in less than thirty seconds. 
I'm requesting emergency transport. 
Tuvok Captain...Their crew complement is 204. 
Erect force fields around the shuttle bay. Transport them there. 
Janeway looks at the screen. Tell your crew to stand by for evacuation. 
Ten seconds, Harry says. 
Chakotay - If we're still too close when their core breaches.... 
Go to warp as soon as their crew is aboard, she tells Tom. 
Tuvok looks up. We have them. 
cargo bay, Klingons, Klingons everywhere. Civilian fur and skin outfits. Women and children. 
Captain Kohler is escorted into the captain's Ready Room, to a chilly reception. 
You spared us a dishonorable death, Kohler says gratefully. 
Tuvok leads off. Sensor logs indicate that the containment failure was not caused by our weapons. 
You activated a self-destruct sequence, says Janeway 
Kohler doesn't deny it. It was the only way to get us aboard Voyager. 
Why was that so important? 
It's our sacred duty to be here. 
I don't understand. 
Kohler explains. His voice gets all reverential as he does so. More than a hundred years ago, my great grandfather was part of a sect which believed the Empire had lost its way. They discovered a sacred text. It told them to embark on a journey to a distant region of the galaxy. 
You've been traveling for four generations? Janeway asks. 
My people have always known the voyage would be long...and difficult. But the scrolls said we would be rewarded. 
How? Janeway asks. 
We would find the kuvah'magh--the savior of our people. The one who will lead us to a new empire. The scrolls instruct us to follow her wherever she goes. 
What does any of this have to do with Voyager? Janeway asks. 
I believe the kuvah'magh is the unborn child of B’Elanna Torres. 
Janeway calls senior officers in and explains things 
You're joking, B says. 
They take their beliefs very seriously, Janeway says. 
Seriously enough to destroy their own ship? Tom asks. 
Couldn't they have just followed us? Harry asks. 
Janeway Apparently, their sacred text told them to 'cast off the old ways' as soon as they found this kuvah'magh. 
They saw their vessel as the last vestige of the corrupt empire, Tuvok explains. 
Tom I was hoping our daughter would be special, But I never dreamed she'd turn out to be the Klingon messiah. 
B - This isn't funny! They might be dangerous. I mean, what if they want to hurt the baby? 
Chakotay To them, your baby's sacred. It's unlikely they would do anything to harm her. 
Tuvok 200 Klingons pose a significant security threat. I suggest we keep them confined to the shuttle bay until we can find a suitable home for them. 
Neelix - There are women and children down there! We can't just lock them up. 
Janeway agrees - Assign extra security to every deck, she says, and make sure the Klingons know and abide by the rules. 
Tuvok - Despite their reverence for Lieutenant Torres, she should be assigned a 24-hour security detail. 
Just what I need, B says with a sigh. But Janeway seems to agree. 
mess hall, eating, drinking, and merry-making. food--lots of it. Sitting at tables, eating with hands 
Captain! Neelix says, welcoming her to the party. You must try the gagh . 
Janeway - I'll pass, thank you. They walk together through the mess hall; Janeway notes everything with approval. But I'm glad to see you're getting into the spirit of things. 
Neelix is delighted. Well, I've been studying the Klingon database. They're a fascinating people--very robust! And, they certainly seem to appreciate my culinary skills. 
Looks like everything's running smoothly, Janeway says. 
Neelix Uh, not quite everything. some of the Starfleet people have been complaining...about the smell. Personally, I find it appealing. Kind of a musky aroma. 
Janeway Maybe we can adjust the environmental controls to filter out the musk, she whispers. 
Two Klingons start fighting over food. One of them is a tall babe with piles of raven hair, and cleavage. 
Thief! Touch my food again and I'll kill you! He took gagh from my plate. 
Neelix leaps into the fray. So does Harry Kim. Neither seems to be having much success. 
If you don't mind, Ensign, I've been studying Klingon etiquette, Neelix says, positioning himself between the two culinary combatants. You shouldn't quarrel over food! Save your strength for battle, to fight those who would challenge you! 
Ch'Regha and her food-stealing tablemate share a look, then each grab a shoulder and toss Neelix aside. then they leap at each others' throats. 
Harry gives it one more go. He manhandles Ch'Regha away and backs her into the kitchen counter. That's enough! he shouts, nose to nose. 
You have a fiery spirit, she says 
She grabs Harry by the throat and pulls him closer. You will make a worthy mate. 
Neelix - I never met such a ravenous group in my life. I must have served over 300 meals. I learned some Klingon drinking songs. He grabs his rucksack and dumps its contents on the floor; the noise is dreadful even for a non-Vulcan. I'll teach them to you. He begins to sing. 
Ej im-ta fey de-ja I ejdahk-so-tas ghos va skral byteek... 
Paris to Torres. B is in Engineering. I'm almost finished. 
You said that an hour ago. 
B sighs. I'll be there in a minute, I promise. Torres out. 
She heads toward the door, barking orders as she goes. Keep an eye on the replicators. They've already gone down once today. 
The door leading into the corridor opens--and B stops in her tracks. A gaggle of 5 Klingons is milling about near the entrance, waiting for the opportunity to see her. It's her! 
B leaps back into Engineering, and the doors close between them. 
Tom is surprised to hear the whine of a transporter across the room. When you said, 'be there in a minute' you weren't kidding. 
A group of Klingons ambushed me outside of Engineering. I decided transporting myself would be easier than running the gauntlet. She sighs as she makes her way over to the couch, holds her back. I'm starting to feel like a prisoner. 
Tom  - Well, at least you have a handsome cellmate. 
How long do you think they're going to be on board? she asks. 
Tom - I thought you'd be glad to have other Klingons around. You've always told me how uncomfortable it is being the only one. 
B smiles, though her heart isn't wholly into it. I guess I should be careful what I wish for. 
Maybe you should talk to some of them; give them a chance. 
the doorbell chimes. Come in, Tom says. 
Janeway enters. The two rise quickly. Captain... B says 
Janeway I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your help. Ten of the Klingons have started a hunger strike. They say they won't eat until you agree to meet with their council of elders. 
B blinks. That's ridiculous! 
Janeway shrugs. Their faith is obviously very important to them. 
They think I'm something I'm not! 
Just talk to them; hear what they have to say, Janeway pleads. 
Tom - We could be with these people for a while. You can't avoid them forever. 
I can try. 
Tom smiles. If it'll make you feel any better, I'll go with you. 
The cargo bay has been transformed into a meditation chamber. And the faithful are in full chant mode. 
mo-bar, doh-lo-maj, koo-vuh-makh 
mo-bar, doh-lo-maj, koo-vuh-makh 
mo-bar, doh-lo-maj, koo-vuh-makh 
mo-bar, doh-lo-maj, koo-vuh-makh 
mo-bar, doh-lo-maj, koo-vuh-makh 
MO-bar, DOH-lo-maj, KOO-vuh-MAKH 
MO-BAR, DOH-LO-MAJ, KOO-VUH-MAKH!!! 
Bundles of white candles tied together, wearing robes. All male. 
the chanting stops when the cargo bay doors open, and Janeway, Tom and B enter. 
Kohler rises, and greets her like the blessed mother he deems her to be. You honor us with your presence. 
But T'Greth, stands - Look at her ridges! Morak was right. Your blood is not pure. 
No, my father was human, she says. 
T'Greth glares at Kohler. Couldn't you see this for yourself?!? 
Kohler stands firm. Yes, but... 
Why didn't you tell us?! T'Greth demands, genuinely angry. 
It wasn't important! Kohler shouts. 
T'Greth Not important? We destroyed our ship because you said she was the mother of the kuvah'magh! 
Kohler doesn't back down. Show me where it's written that the kuvah'magh must have pure Klingon blood! 
T'Greth's rage is full-throated. The prophecy wouldn't lead us to a mongrel child!!! 
Tom Hey, take it easy! he warns T'Greth. 
T'Greth - Who are you? 
Tom draws himself up to his full height. The father of that mongrel child. 
T'Greth is even more disgusted. More human blood. Your kuvah'magh isn't even half -Klingon! 
Kohler continues to stand his ground. I've spent my life interpreting the scrolls and I say that all the signs of the prophecy are here. 
Liar, T'Greth growls. You've led us to a false savior. He storms off. The remaining Klingons rumble their own discontent. 
B leads the way into the corridor. I told you this was a mistake! Tom and the captain have to rush to keep up with her. 
So, a moment later, does Captain Kohler. Lieutenant...I need your help. 
B Any more help from me and you're going to have a holy war on your hands. 
Kohler's voice is calm, reasonable. That's what I'm trying to prevent. 
Janeway, Tom, B and Kohler are gathered in the conference room to learn more about this strange band of Klingon wanderers. 
B My baby's just a baby. She's not a savior! 
Kohler - Perhaps you're right. But we must convince my people that she is. We've traveled more than 30,000 light-years in search of this savior, and in more than 100 years we found nothing...except hardship and isolation. When I saw Lieutenant Torres, that she was with child...I didn't know if I was looking at the mother of the kuvah'magh or not. But I did know I was looking at an opportunity to end this wasteful journey. 
Then you don't believe in the prophecy? asks Tom. 
What I believe, Kohler says, is that my people have suffered enough. If they accept your child as the kuvah'magh you'll hold great influence over them. We can find a suitable planet. You can tell them it's their new home and they'll follow you there. 
B is uncomfortable about this. I'm not going to lie to them. 
What's the alternative? My people staying aboard your ship? Draining your resources? 
Janeway - I agree with Lieutenant Torres. I'm not comfortable deceiving your people. 
Kohler - Perhaps you won't have to lie to them to convince them. If you study the scrolls with me, we may be able to interpret them in way that appears consistent with the events of your life. Then we'll bring those consistencies to the attention of the council. 
So...you just want to stretch the truth a little? Tom asks. 
Kohler - It is possible that the sacred scrolls were scrawled by a madman in a cave. Or perhaps they really were divinely inspired. Either way, they've guided us for over a century. If my people start to believe that the sacred scrolls have led them astray, there may be violence. 
Janeway - Is that a threat? she asks dangerously. 
Kohler - Merely a fact. You're doing everything you can to get your people home, Captain. That's all I'm doing for mine. 
Kohler and B pore over the scrolls in her quarters. 
B It says, 'the kuvah'magh will be descended from a noble house.' I don't come from one and I'm pretty sure my husband doesn't, either. 
We all have nobility in our blood if we go back far enough, Kohler reminds her. 
So these scrolls can mean anything you want them to, B notes irritably. 
It is written that the mother of the kuvah'magh would be an off-worlder. Weren't you born on a Federation colony? 
B shrugs. A lot of Klingons are born off-world. 
It also says that you would've lived a life of solitude, and endured many hardships. That's accurate, isn't it? 
B - According to this, I'm supposed to have 'won a glorious victory against an army of 10,000 warriors.' 
Haven't you? 
B - We haven't even encountered 10,000 warriors, unless you include the Borg. 
Did you help destroy one of their vessels? Kohler asks. 
I suppose... 
Couldn't that have been your glorious victory? 
B gives up. I guess so. 
Kohler looks around the quarters, and is disappointed to see how bereft of Klingon kitsch it is. There is a toaster and small tea set. Where are the images of Kahless? Where is your family crest? 
They clashed with the carpet. 
Kohler regards her sadly. Don't you honor any of your people's traditions? 
Not really, she admits. 
Kohler considers. Then he grabs a cape and drapes it on the floor. There is one tradition we can honor together. 
What are you doing? 
It's midday. Time to remember the sacrifice of our ancestors. Haven't you made a plea for the dead before? he asks. 
She's embarrassed. Well, not since I was a child. 
The dead can't rest in Sto-Vo-Kor if the living don't honor their memory. He kneels, both hands on raised left knee. Perhaps there's someone I can honor on your behalf. Who did you plead for as a child? 
My grandmother. 
Kohler nods approvingly. She was called...? 
L'naan. 
Kohler - Kahless...We implore you to remember those warriors who have fallen in your name. Lift them out of the cavern of despair-- 
B watches, at first with fascination, then with reverence, as the noble warrior pleads for intercession. The long-forgotten words begin to return to her. She mutters along as best she can. 
And reveal yourself to them in all your glory. 
B didn't quite get it right the first time, so she repeats it. Right, 'in all your glory.' 
Kohler - Remember Kolax, son of Amar. Remember Talij, daughter of K'Rene. 
B, her voice whisper soft. Remember L'Naan...daughter of Krelik. 
When Kohler rises from the ground, he lets her know that he believes, truly believes, that Kahless has heard, and will honor their pleas. 
Harry Kim enters Sickbay nursing a wound on his cheek. Two slashes. 
What happened to you? the Doctor asks. 
I cut myself shaving, Harry jokes. 
Doc takes a closer look. Is that a bite mark? 
Harry confirms it. One of the Klingons attacked me. 
Doc reaches for the dermal regenerator. Did you do something to provoke him? he asks. 
Not him, Harry says. Her. And she wasn't provoked, she was...aroused. 
Doc smirks. Ah...I'm not surprised. I've studied the section on Klingon mating rituals in their cultural database. 
Harry Then maybe you can tell me how to convince a female twice my size that I'm not interested! 
Hmm, Doc says, You probably can't. 
Great, Harry mutters. 
Doc makes some notes on the PADD. As I understand it, you have two options: kill her, or mate with her. Since the first option is clearly unacceptable... he completes his notes and hands the PADD to Harry. 
What's this? 
Authorization for you to engage in intimate relations with a member of an alien species. Be sure to get the Captain's approval as well. 
Chief Engineer's Personal Log, Stardate 54518.2: I've spent the last two days reviewing the sacred scrolls in preparation for my appearance before the Klingon council. Kohlar also suggested I prepare a few 'colorful stories' to help win them over. 
The mess hall has been converted to a Hall of Warriors. The bloodwine flows freely. Even B's dressed for the occasion, a floor-length gown with complementary battle sash over left shoulder. Metal goblets. Platters of meat. Candles on holders shaped like hands with claws grasping candle. 
That's when they beamed aboard the Flyer, weapons firing, she tells the crowd, walking between tables. Tuvok and Neelix fought valiantly, but there were too many Hirogen. I had to face...ten! Ten of their fiercest Hunters, alone! 
Tom, nursing his own mug of bloodwine, leans over and whispers to Neelix. Is that how you remember it? 
Neelix just smiles. Exaggeration is part of Klingon custom. He pats Tom's shoulder. She's doing great. 
...Forcing me to take down the last Hunter in hand-to-hand combat, she says, drawing out the sentence for dramatic effect. It was a glorious fight! 
Kohler stands and bows to the mother--presumed--of the kuvah'magh. Your ancestors would be honored. 
Dozens of leaden mugs slam rhythmically against tables as the Council members growl their approval. 
T'Greth You tell a good story, he sneers. But that's not why you're here. Some say you are the mother of the kuvah'magh--the one who will guide us to a new homeworld. Has your unborn child told you where it is? he mocks. There is laughter 
B The scrolls say, 'you will follow in my footsteps before I have made them.' Yesterday, we changed course toward a planet very much like Kronos. So in a manner of speaking you are now following my child to a new home. 
T'Greth  - You deliver the words we want to hear, but it's Kohler who gives them to you. He leers again. Are you his puppet in the bedchamber as well? 
Tom leaps to his feet. Watch it! That's my wife you're talking about. 
T'Greth He speaks! I didn't think you had a tongue. The Klingons in the room, Kohler and B aside, join in the hearty ridicule of the human who would dare take a Klingon to mate. 
Leave him out of this, B growls. 
T'Greth - You see how he hides behind his female? It is also written that the father of the kuvah'magh will be an honorable warrior. Would an honorable warrior ever refuse a challenge? 
Tom - I haven't refused any challenge, 
T'Greth grins. I haven't made one yet, he drawls, to more laughter. He grabs a carving knife out of the roast beast, holds it in a menacing way. You and I...to the death. He stabs the knife into the table itself. 
Tom... B warns. 
Stay out of this Tom hisses. There's some murmuring in the room. P’tak, says someone. 
That's all he needs to hear. Tom grabs the knife. I accept. B is horrified. 
In Janeway’s office 
What was I supposed to say? Tom demands. 
How about 'no'? B retorts. 
They-they were all watching. There would have been a riot if I refused! 
So you're going to get yourself killed ? 
Tom looks offended. What makes you so sure I'd lose? Look, Tom says, I have no intention of dying. But wasn't the whole point of this to get them to believe that we are the parents of their savior? 
B turns from Tom to Janeway. Captain, this has gone too far. You've got to put a stop to it! 
Janeway - I intend to. She slaps her combadge. Mr. Tuvok. 
Tuvok enters instantly, followed by Kohler and T'Greth. 
Janeway rises. Gentlemen...I'm afraid Lieutenant Paris had no authority to accept this challenge. There will be no death matches aboard my ship. 
T'Greth I told you this p'tak was not the true father, he sneers at Kohler. 
Lieutenant Tom is perfectly willing to fight you, Mr. T'greth. I'm the one preventing him from doing so. 
The father of the kuvah'magh wouldn't let a woman speak for him, says T'Greth. He storms toward the exit. 
Kohler calls after him. T'greth... T'Greth stops. There is precedent for an honorable compromise. A nonlethal bout, fought with blunted bat'leths. The victory goes to the first warrior to knock his opponent to the ground three times. 
T'Greth is furious. A coward's rules! he rages. 
Kohler's words are a bludgeon. Was the Emperor Mur'Eq a coward?!?! He was the one who instituted these rules to insure that his warriors would kill their enemies and not each other! 
Janeway - If you agree to these terms...I'll allow the match. 
T'Greth makes the best of a nonlethal situation. He points a mean finger at Tom. I'll see you on the field of battle! 
Tuvok gives Tom an amused look. I assume you have a suitable holodeck training program for this, Lieutenant? 
Kohler He'll be ready. I'll train him myself. 
Neelix is walking through the corridor when he hears Harry Kim calling his name. Something wrong, Harry? 
Shh! Have you seen her? That Klingon woman! The one I got into a scrape with in the mess hall. 
Neelix smiles at the memory--she dwarf-tossed his booty halfway across the mess hall. Officer Ch'Regha. 
That's her. 
Neelix  I haven't seen her today. 
She's been following me everywhere! 
Why? 
Harry - Uh...She wants to mate. 
Neelix makes a jealous snort. Oh! You're a lucky man! She's a fine specimen of Klingon womanhood. 
Harry makes a face. I guess it's a matter of taste. 
Suddenly, Ch'Regha appears down the corridor. You never saw me! 
Neelix catches another look, and stops Harry from running. Wait! I have a better idea. He grabs Harry by the tunic and slams him against the wall. Ch'Regha is close enough to see. 
Harry is mortified. Neelix, what the hell are you doing? 
Play along, Neelix whispers. I'm taking her off your hands. When I say you're limited to two servings of brak't, that's all you get! Do you understand me, Ensign? 
Harry stammers out an apology. Uh, y-y-Yes, sir, whatever you say. 
I don't think you do! Neelix rages. If I catch you eating more than your share again I'll cut it out of your belly! 
Run! he whispers. 
Harry, seeing the ravenous Klingon woman standing behind Neelix, and realizing he's just been displaced, takes off at a full run. 
Neelix sneers after the fleeing Ensign. P'tak, he spits. 
Then he turns around, to find himself staring into the glorious cleavage and hungry eyes of Ch'Regha. She's purring like a kitten. 
Neelix starts to purr, too. A lascivious smile spreads across his face. 
Holodeck, A cave, dimly lit by torches, with plenty of rocks and rises for people to stand on, is the setting. 
Janeway and Neelix stand at the entrance, with a vantage point that lets them see all. 
The Doctor enters, surprising Neelix. I didn't think you approved of the competition, he says. 
Doc is not in a happy mood. I don't. He holds up his medikit. I'm here in an official capacity. 
Neelix smiles. Well, you do know they're fighting with nonlethal weapons? 
Doc scowls. You'd be surprised how much damage a blunt bat'leth can do. 
Kohler calls the crowd to attention. Warriors, assemble! 
Tom has his very own bat'leth and is decked out like a Klingon warrior. It's not exactly a look he was born to carry. But he's determined. 
B helps adjust his bat’leth. Today would be a very bad day to die, she tells him. 
I'll try to remember that. they share a parting glance, and he marches toward the center of the cave. T'Greth is ready to go. His hair flows freely, and he's got lots of it. Kohler spreads his hands wide between the two combatants. Let honor guide you! 
He lets his hands drop. Tagh! Tom and T’Greth circle each other, getting the measure of their opponent. T’Greth swings his bat’leth back and forth. 
I see fear in your eyes, Human. 
The only Klingon I'm afraid of is my wife after she's worked a double shift. 
Tom at first is on defense, blocking--at times barely--the blows and parries and thrusts of the angry Klingon. 
At one point he loses his weapon, and he has to scamper away to get it before T'Greth's next strike. But this seems to embolden him, and Tom puts a little razzle-dazzle into his moves. He even initiates a few swipes. He's holding his own. T'Greth begins to wheeze. His attacks are become weak. Tom's superior speed lets him steer clear, and it looks like he's got the upper hand. T'Greth takes a mighty swing--and misses. And falls to the ground. T'Greth gets up again, wheezes some more, takes another swing--and goes down again. T'Greth struggles to his feet, wheezes mightily, and falls flat on his face. 
Kohler is sad. Whatever else T'Greth may be, he's also a long-time associate, perhaps even a friend. It's begun. 
What are you talking about? Doc demands. 
He's dying. 
Doc is irritated. Typically, I'm the one to make that kind of prognosis. 
It's the nehret, Kohler explains. It kills all of us who aren't fortunate enough to die in battle. 
Sickbay. Tom and B and Janeway are here, as is Kohler. T'Greth is lying on one of the beds, out cold. 
Doc is explaining his findings. It's a retrovirus that destroys the cells by attacking the cytoplasmic membranes. 
Shouldn't our bio-filters have detected it when we transported the Klingons aboard? Janeway asks, a bit irritated that this is the first she's hearing of it. 
This is an insidious virus, Doc explains. It lies dormant...disguising itself as inert genetic material until it inexplicably activates. 
The nehret always comes without warning, Kohler confirms. 
I've reviewed my scans of the other Klingons. They're all carriers. 
Janeway - Why didn't you tell us your people had a disease? 
We've never thought of it as a disease. It's more like...old age. 
Is it contagious? Janeway asks the doctor. 
Only to Klingons, Doc says. 
If you'd give us some privacy I'd like to examine Lieutenant Torres. 
Janeway - Of course. Everyone shuffles out except for B and Tom. 
Tom holds B's hand as the doctor scans, his expression says it all. 
The baby, too? B asks. 
I'm afraid so. 
Just then, T'Greth awakens. Why am I here? 
Doc walks over. You're ill. You collapsed during the fight. 
T'Greth understands instantly. The nehret. 
B storms over toward him. Yes. Thank you for telling us. Now my baby and I have it, too! 
T’Greth gets up and starts to walk out. 
Where do you think you're going? Doc demands. 
To prepare for my journey to Sto-Vo-Kor. 
You should be in Sickbay! 
T'Greth stops and glares at the Doctor. Can you make me well? 
Not at the moment, but-- 
Then don't deny me my tradition. 
A small group of council members are gathered together in the cargo bay, discussing the events. 
T’Greth - The child is not the kuvah'magh, he tells them flatly. 
A younger council member stands up to him. But the father accepted your challenge. He defeated you! 
T'Greth is incensed. I was defeated by the nehret! B’Elanna Torres and her child will fall victim to it as well. 
Impossible! 
They both carry it, T'Greth insists. She told me herself. 
The young man wavers. But the scrolls say the kuvah'magh is younger than old age. 
And stronger than sickness, T'Greth adds. He raises his hands to the sky, shakes his head sadly. She cannot be our savior. We should resume our search. 
Kohlar and many of the others won't agree. 
Then we must act alone! For the good of our people. 
How? the young man asks at last. 
T'Greth has a plan. We'll wait for the right moment. When it comes...we'll seize Voyager! 
A planet looms large on the big screen in Astrometrics. Seven of Nine shows it to Kohler and T'Greth. We've identified two potential colony sites in the southern hemisphere. 
We'll require topographical scans, Kohler says. 
I'll prepare them 
T'Greth is humble. I shouldn't have doubted you. It appears the signs were there all along. I'll join the survey mission, T'Greth offers. 
You're ill, old friend. You should remain here. 
T'Greth  I want my final days to be spent in honorable pursuits. Don't ask me to die inside these walls. 
Kohler nods. We transport in one hour. 
In transporter room, transporting cargo containers, Klingon chats up Harry. 
Your transporters are much more sophisticated than ours, the man says approvingly. 
I've studied Klingon transport systems, Harry says diplomatically. The basic technology isn't all that different. 
But you were able to beam our entire crew aboard Voyager at one time! 
We usually don't like to do that for safety reasons, but in a pinch we can expand the buffer capacity. He briefly shows the man how. 
These are the targeting scanners? the warrior asks. 
Exactly. They work on the same principles as yours. 
B arrives in Sickbay. You said it was urgent? 
Doc nods. I need to conduct a more detailed bio-scan of your baby. 
She's not sick, is she? B asks. 
No, but I may be on to something. 
Chakotay heads the pack, mostly Klingon, on the way to the transporter room. I'll be leading the team going to Site A. Kohler will be in charge of the Site B team. There are no arguments. 
Harry is there to greet them. Morning, Commander. 
the Klingons attack. Chakotay and Harry go down quickly. Kohler goes down as well. Shots ring out until the last Starfleet officer goes down. 
Tuvok reports from Tactical. Phaser fire in transporter room one 
Chakotay and Harry are transported away. 
They're on the surface, the young warrior says. 
T'Greth grins. Now lock on to the bridge officers. 
But their luck can't hold out forever. They've activated a force field around deck one! 
T'Greth pounds the transporter controls. Transport the rest of their crew! 
Tom's eyes go wide. Captain, I'm detecting multiple transports. Some of our people are being beamed down to the surface. 
Cut power to the transporters! 
Tom tries, but it's too late. I can't. 
Bridge to Engineering, Janeway yells. B, respond! 
Tom checks, and his face tightens with worry. There's no one in Engineering. 
Tuvok leads a team of well armed and well-muscled security folks toward the transporter room. 
For once, they're running. 
T'Greth is impatient. The bridge officers? 
I still can't get a lock, the young warrior says. 
T'Greth growls and awakens a security guard just to beat on him. 
Then he gets an idea. Can you transport us there? 
I'll try. 
Tuvok's team reaches their destination. Computer, open the transporter room doors. Security override, Tuvok Pi Alpha. 
They go in firing. But all they get is the Klingon manning the transporter controls. 
The warriors materialize on the bridge. A firefight commences. Janeway takes out a few of them. Tom takes out the one that matters--T'Greth. T'Greth isn't exactly dead. Grant me a warrior's death. 
Tom, standing over him with phaser aimed. 
I beg of you, T'Greth wheezes. 
Janeway takes Tom off the hook. Sorry, she says coldly. No mercy killings on my bridge. 
T'Greth, defeated, slips into unconsciousness. 
Janeway Get our people back, she tells Tom. 
Yes, ma'am. 
T'Greth's next breath is surprisingly strong. 
Why am I not in Sto-Vo-Kor? he demands when he realizes he's back in Sickbay. 
Because you are healthy as a targ, Doc says proudly. 
This takes a moment to sink in. The nehret? 
Gone, Doc says lightly. . 
Kohler, though, gives credit elsewhere. We have B’Elanna Torres's child to thank for it, he says with pride. 
T'Greth has awakened on the other side of the looking glass. He looks to Doc for a nonmystical explanation. 
Doc provides it. The fetus has hybrid stem cells. They contain Klingon and human DNA. I use them to synthesize an antivirus. 
T'Greth, slack-jawed with awe. 
The child...Cured me? 
Doc can't help himself. Well, I was the one who devised the treatment-- 
Doctor, Janeway warns under her breath. 
Doc changes his tune immediately. Yes, of course, the child cured you. 
Kohler projects The kuvah'magh has healed all of us. She truly is our savior. 
T'Greth looks again at B. B dares him to say otherwise. T'Greth, wisely, doesn't. 
Captain's log, stardate 54529.8: while we're helping the Klingons into their new home, life aboard Voyager is gradually returning to normal. 
Tuvok has had a long and trying day. All he wants to do is go back to his quarters 
The door opens. Neelix, his hair all tousled, face abraded, clothing haphazardly put on, appears. 
Then the Klingon woman appears, looking equally in disarray. 
The breathless pair growl and purr at each other for a few nauseating seconds. 
Good-bye, my little par'machkai!  Neelix rasps. 
The warrior woman grabs his skull and presses him tight to her breastplate. Good-bye, my fearless warrior. 
More growling. Then, with difficulty, they part, and Neelix watches her go. 
Oh! Neelix whimpers. I'm really going to miss her. 
Together, Tuvok and Neelix enter the Vulcan's quarters. Or what's left of them. 
Neelix laughs nervously as he kicks through the debris. Oh...don't you worry, Mr. Vulcan. I'll have this place...shipshape in no time at all. 
He picks up what's left of a vase, and puts the shredded remains of some tulips into it. He hands the pitiful peace offering to Tuvok. 
Just...go , Mr. Neelix. 
The departure of Kohler is a bit more dignified than that of Neelix's new girlfriend. Certainly it's nowhere near as sweaty. 
B is here to wish the remarkable man goodbye. 
He has a gift for her. What's this? she asks. She knows what it is--a finely crafted bat'leth--but the way he presents it makes it clear this is something special. 
The bat'leth given to me by my great-grandfather. It's for your daughter. I hope someday you'll tell her about us. 
I will, she promises. 
Kohler salutes, fist pounding chest high over heart Qapla', B’Elanna Torres. 
She says Qapla'. 
B finds a good spot in the quarters to hang the blade. A place of honor. 
Tom, of course, has other ideas. It doesn't seem right just to hang it on the wall. 
She smirks, knowing what he has in mind. I'm not letting you scratch it up on the holodeck. 
I'm sure our daughter wouldn't mind lending it to the old man every now and then, he says. 
crib, with a little mobile with brightly colored starships--Voyager, and birds-of-prey, old style and new. 
You know, Tom says, this is one special kid we're going to have. 
You're just figuring that out? she says. 
Well, I was hoping for an artist, or maybe a musician--but she's already the savior of an entire race. 
You don't really believe that! 
Tom is the optimist. I don't know. There are a lot of coincidences to explain. I mean, what would the odds that they'd run into the one ship in the whole quadrant with a Klingon aboard? 
B teases him. Probably about the same odds that you and I would get married. 
Tom - Maybe we should name her kuvah'magh...Just to be safe. 
B winces--Put it on the list, she says. 
The Void 
Tom and B'E eat with Janeway and Chakotay the gourmet meal Seven prepares. 
The warp core shuts down in the void. 
Seven wants to use energy resources to restart Astrometrics, B is thinking more along lines of breathable oxygen. 
Neelix sets a romantic dinner for Tom and B. No arguments, B is eating for two. 
B and other alien engineers work to build modulator to get out of Void. 
Workforce 
B’Elanna gave Tom an antique TV, for him to watch cartoons.  B’E favorite breakfast pancakes and maple syrup. 
Human Error 
At baby shower Doctor gave Tom and B’Elanna recordings of lullabies, including a couple of Klingon ones. Quong Vaj Ocht. Sleep Little Warrior.  The gift made quite an impression 
Q2 
q turned Engineering into a disco and wanted a dance with B'Elanna 
Author, Author 
The Doctor could be the next K’ratak, or a modern day Tolstoy. 
What should the Doctor write about? Palace intrigue on the Klingon homeworld? 
The holo holodoc injects Two of Three with Klingon aphrodisiacs, his own special blend. She’s feeling better in no time at all. 
B’E gets a letter from her father. He wants to talk. She has already arranged to talk with a female cousin. B’E wouldn’t know what to say to him. Tom suggests letting her father do the talking. 23 weeks pregnant. They were thinking about Miral as a name. 
Your mother would have liked that. 
Father had some business on Kessik IV a few months ago. He looked at their old house. 
When B’E’s ship disappeared, he thought he had lost B’E. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but maybe we could try to get to know each other again. 
B’E – I’ll write you. 
Broht & Forrester, Publishers, their most popular title is written by Toby the Targ, they also publish the Dixon Hill series. 
Friendship One 
Baby has Tom’s eyes and B’E’s cranial ridges 
Natural Law 
no Klingon content 
Homestead 
no Klingon content 
Renaissance Man 
B’E likes potato salad with extra paprika. 
At Kim’s recital last month the Doctor told B’E that Kim’s saxophone playing reminded him of a wounded targ 
Endgame 
False labor common among Klingons. B’E already three times to the Doctor. 
Her back hurts. 
B’E had gotten used to idea of raising their child on Voyager. 
B’E – If you tell me to relax one more time I’m going to rip your holographic head off. 
Tom entered the baby pool as today, at 1700 hours. 
Klingon labor sometimes lasts several days. 
B’E sends Tom to pilot. 
Baby born with bit of hair as Voyager returns to earth 
Novelization by Diane Carey 
63 misdirected rage, another common occurrence among Klingons 
116 B tells Seven she is happy being with Tom. 
   Fragrant by Catherine E Pike SNW V 
Neelix often gave B peppermint tea 
Tom on earth visiting his parents post birth of Miral 
P292 B and baby join them tomorrow 
Us Klingons are hardy women! Some of my ancestors gave birth on the bridge of their ships and went right back to directing the battle 
B content to take it easy for a while after birth of Miral 
B notices Seven distress at Voyager crew dispersing, comforts her 
Despite all the battles we’ve had over the years I have only the highest respect for your knowledge and engineering abilities. 
  Homecoming by Christie Golden 
Newborn Klingon; reddish brown skin, thick coarse black hair, small ridges. 
B back on duty in 3 days. Breast feed. 
Admiral Paris goes to see B and baby. 
B tried hard not to look as worried and apprehensive as she felt. 
B – May father chose not to be with me and my mother many years ago. I spoke to him for the first time in years just weeks ago. I have reason to believe my mother died while we where in the Delta Quad. 
A lonely but stern Klingon appeared Torres didn’t recognize 
I am Commander Loqt. We must meet soon and speak of your mother. It is a matter of some urgency. 
A general pardon was offered to any Maquis who chose to return to Starfleet, absolving them of their betrayal, in the last days of Dominion war when shortage of trained capable officers. 
Massacre on Tevlik’s moon 
Owen Paris opposed amnesty. Didn’t think Maquis could be trusted. The former Maquis served bravely and loyally. 
Tom’s getting to meet a Klingon mother in law tonight. 
B looked as if she were trying to decide whether to punch her father or throw herself in his arms. 
Newborn Miral weighed only a few kilos, skin reddish brown and wrinkled. Thick coarse black hair. Skull larger than a human baby’s. small brow ridges. 
B’E back on duty in three days 
B’E figured Adm. Paris coming to see Tom before Tom thought of it. 
P14 lovely but stern Commander Logt [f] mouth full of sharp jagged teeth. Tall, powerfully built. 
B’E missed the opportunities for joy she could have had with a father and mother 
P46 Miral went away on some kind of Klingon ritual. never came back. Declared dead a year ago as per Klingon law. 
No word in Klingon for ‘small talk’ 
Owen and Julia Paris 
B’E and Tom promoted to Lt. Commanders at Voyager homecoming banquet 
P63 Miral came to Boreth about a year after Voyager deemed lost. Logt, baldric from right shoulder to left waist red and gold. One of the Emperor’s personal guards. 
His Excellently Kahless wished a small military presence here. A high honor. 
B remembered the commotion Kahless’s return had caused. The clone was not the mighty warrior returned from the dead, true, but he had Kahless’s wisdom and dignity and would hold the seat of emperor until the real Kahless returned to claim it. Of course he’d have an honor guard stationed at the most holy site in his empire. 
Miral wished to immerse herself in honoring Kahless, to petition him to bring her daughter safely home. She was a supplicant. At one point she fell into a deep dream state. Woke having had a vision of B’E. Miral determined to honor Kahless for the vision and went on the Challenge of Spirit. A Klingon on Challenge of Spirit pushes themselves to the limit of physical endurance. One uses ancient techniques to make weapons to slay one’s food and fend off attack, to make clothing and find shelter. A true test of Klingon spirit to endure for a few months bestows great honor. To last a few year in the wild, with only one’s wits and courage is worthy of great ceremony. Miral never returned. 
Challenge goers allowed only one final farewell message. Then several weeks of prayer, meditation and work on ritual garment. Ritual baths, chanting, meditation and other preparation. 
Mother calls B’E ‘Lanna. Not on Challenge of Spirit. Waiting for B’Elanna. Leaves note with map of her whereabouts. 
Tradition dictates that if a seeker is deemed lost on the Challenge of Spirit, their possessions are to be destroyed within a certain time after the seeker is declared lost to Sto-Vo-Kor. B’E can claim what she wants before the rest is hurled into the ritual fire of cleansing. 
Five days Earth – Boreth, speedily. Deep in heart of Klingon Empire. 
Kahless impressed when Miral shared her vision with him. A vessel is ready to escort B’E, and Tom and baby Miral, to Boreth. 
Boreth holy site 
SD 50953.4 Tevlik’s Moon Massacre of Maquis by Cardassians. Betrayed by Bajoran Arak Katal. 
P90 elderly captain of ship ferrying B’E and Tom unhappy to be pulled from more important assignment 
The spires of Boreth, a beautiful sight. Turn gold and rose in the morning light. 
Poem – Standing like spears to the stars 
The spires of Boreth pierce the heavens 
A glorious army of spirit 
To be wielded at Kahless’s return 
Boreth rough wilderness planet. 
Boreth temple animal skins on gray stone floor. Torches burning in sconces. Chandeliers with candles. Rows of statues in various poses. Scenes from Kahless’s life. Paintings covered walls. Angry red and shadow black. Deep rich monotone chanting. Lava caves. Tight circular staircases. Large keys in rusty locks 
Rituals involving fasting and steam and head in nearly toxic lava gasses 
All of Boreth as when it was first built. Nothing replicated. Even food gathered by ritual hunting parties. A powerful reminder of the ancient nature of our tradition. 
One small modern communications chamber. Over two thousand out on quest at the moment. Fewer than a third return. Boreth’s wilderness is a dangerous place. Wooden hairbrush, a gold and red head covering. 
Adm. Kenneth Montgomery, brown, quite the hero of the Dominion War 
B’E granted special dispensation to undertake the Challenge of Spirit. It can be revoked at anytime if you prove yourself unworthy. That would be dishonor indeed. 
If you return all honor debts are paid 
If you don’t, you’ve gotten what you deserve for your arrogance. 
Last ritual represents a severing of who you were prior to moment of setting out on Challenge of Spirit 
Logt cuts B’E’s clothing that she sewed herself 
Three naked Klingon women, intimidating, one screamed a wordless cry. Other tow ripped B’E’s garment from her and tossed it into bubbling pit of lava. “You are reborn, B’Elanna Torres.” Highest-ranking priestess, painted face. Pot of vile-smelling ointment. “You will go naked into the world as you came naked into it. You entered the world covered only with the blood and fluids from your mother’s womb. Fire births you here.” Smeared with putrid goop, then soot. “Now bathe your hands in the blood of the earth, in the fire that consumes and destroys.” 
B remembered childhood rituals as flamboyant and showy, lots of talk and pretty costumes. 
Plunge hands into lava. Protected by goop 
“You have been accepted. You may undertake the Challenge. Go forth, and wrest honor from the wilderness.” 
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