Star Trek - Diplomatic Implausibility Part 20

Then Toq cried over the tumult, "Sir! Receiving a distress call!"

The chanting dimmed as Klag asked, "Source?"

"The first Kreel s.h.i.+p-the Glione."

Klag shook his head. "We never did reply to their initial message, did we? It's past time we did. Leskit, change course to intercept. Rodek, blow the Kreel to Gre'thor."

In less than a minute, the Gorkon moved to within range of the first Kreel s.h.i.+p and fired its disrupters. The Glione went the way of the other five s.h.i.+ps in the "fleet."

Another cheer rose. Toq started to sing, "Qoy qeylls puqlod.

Qoypuqbe'pu'." He pounded the side of his console on the alternate beats.

It was the Warrior's Anthem. Leskit and a couple of others joined Toq "yohbogh matlhboghje Suvwl'."

Soon, all the bridge crew joined in "Say'mohchu' may"

"Iw. masuv manong ' mahohchu'."

Klag noticed that it was now coming in over the speakers -it seemed they were singing all across the s.h.i.+p ... nl'be'ylnmaj ' wovqu'.

batlh maheghbej " qljdaq vavpu " DImuv. pa ' reh masuvtahqu'.

mamevqo'masuvtah. ma'ov.

For the first time in over six months, Klag's right arm didn't itch.

When the warriors got to the end of the song, and after the subsequent cheering had died down, Klag rose from his chair. "Lieutenant Toq."

"Sir!"

"You have command of the bridge. Set a course back to tad. Tell the Sompek that they missed the battle, and inform the amba.s.sador that he can beam aboard at his leisure. I'll be in the medical ward." He looked at Leskit. "Lieutenant, you're with me. I believe I promised you some medical a.s.sistance."

Leskit laughed, and rose from his chair. Klag and the rest of the bridge crew joined in the laugh.

This is what it should feel like, Klag thought as he walked off the bridge to the adulation of his crew.

His crew.

Chapter Nine.

Worf glowered at the image of Minister T'Latrek on the computer screen in his quarters on the Gorkon.

Due to the distance between Earth and tad, the message from the Vulcan woman-which had arrived just as Worf returned to the Gorkon following its successful campaign against the six Kreel s.h.i.+ps-had taken several hours to wend its way through subs.p.a.ce, so Worf was not able to respond directly. This was probably for the best, as his instinct was to say something that it was probably unwise to utter in front of a member of the Federation Council.

"_I_ am afraid that your suggestion of relocating the al'Hmatti to another world, while logical, is simply not practical. Under normal circ.u.mstances, the Federation would, of course, be happy to do this, but circ.u.mstances, as you are well aware, are far from that. The backlog of refugees from the Dominion War is considerable. Relocating the al'Hmatti would require committing resources that we simply do not have."

It probably didn't matter. Emperor me'Grmat had made it clear that the al'Hmatti would not accept relocation. But now Worf wouldn't even be able to propose it.

Worf was in a bad mood. Over the last several years, he'd developed one of two habits when he got into such a mood. He'd either go to the bar-Ten-Forward on the Enterprise, Quark's on Deep s.p.a.ce Nine-and drown his sorrows in prune juice, or he'd go to the holodeck and kill things.

Or he'd go talk to Jadzia.

But the Gorkon didn't have a bar-a major failing in a stars.h.i.+p, to Worf's mind-and Jadzia ... Jadzia ... Conveniently, though, the Gorkon did have a holodeck, complete with a proper calisthenics program. Worf went there, his mek'leth in hand.

"Computer, activate program. Level one."

The setting changed from the default grid to a jungle glade. Worf started moving slowly through the glade, emptying his mind, letting the sounds and scents ride toward him.

He heard a mild flapping noise. Bird. Harmless. He heard something moving through the underbrush, and the smell of leather reached his nostrils. Possible foe. He raised the mek'leth. A skeletal creature wearing leather-studded armor leapt out at him, swinging with a two-bladed axe. Worf parried easily with his mek'leth, then kicked at the creature. They parried with their weapons for several minutes.

Worf let himself fall into the rhythm of it, gauging his opponent's capabilities, waiting for the right moment to strike.

With each thrust, with each parry, his mind became less cluttered. His frustration with recent events ebbed. His irritation with Tiral, Klag, and Drex faded. His ever present anguish over Jadzia's death receded. His lingering guilt over the very existence of Rodek died down.

The instant that the opening came, Worf plowed his mek'leth into the creature's bony neck, severing the skull from its body.

That was too easy, he thought, and just that he could think that clearly meant that he needed to up the stakes. "Computer, level seven."

The skeleton creature got back up, a new skull materializing on its neck, and charged. Even as Worf parried its ax with his mek'leth, he could hear another attacker behind him.

He swiped at the skeleton creature, then swung the mek'leth in a mong'em maneuver, placing the mek'leth behind his neck to parry a blow from behind. He felt the impact of a weapon on the mek'leth, then raised his weapon in response.

In one fluid motion, he kicked at the skeleton creature's leg, shattering the bone, then turned to face the rear attacker.

An armored reptilian creature swung its mace at Worf a second time.

Again, Worf parried, this time catching the mace at its handle, forcing the attacker to lose its grip on the weapon. Disarmed, Worf easily dispatched it.

The reptilian creature's yellow ichor dripping from his mek'leth, Worf turned back to the skeleton creature, which was hobbling toward Worf, its ax raised. Worf parried the ax strike easily, but then the creature struck at his face with a bony fist. Worf reeled with the impact, struggling to keep his footing, swinging wildly with the mek'leth. He stumbled backward a few steps right into a Nausicaan.

Evolved from similar stock to Klingons, Nausicaans were known throughout the galaxy as violent beings-some humans called them "Klingons without all that silly honor stuff." This one was large even by Nausicaan standards, and had now grabbed Worf in a bear hug.

The Nausicaan was flanked by an Argosian-a ma.s.sive humanoid-and a mugato-a white-furred, horned, ape-like creature with sharp claws and poisonous fangs. The Argosian, mugato, and skeleton creature all moved in on Worf, the latter still limping.

Worf bent his knees, then straightened them quickly, thrusting himself and the Nausicaan backward. The Nausicaan bent over backward, and for a moment, Worf was perpendicular to the ground. He kicked at the approaching Argosian and mugato with each boot; the mugato barely noticed the impact, but Worf caught the Argosian right in the nose, breaking it, and sending bone fragments into the alien's brain. Death was instantaneous.

The Nausicaan loosened its grip for only a moment as it tried to straighten back up, but that was all Worf needed. He broke out of the grip, whirled, and slashed at the Nausicaan with his mek'leth, then crouched in a defensive position.

The mugato and the Nausicaan both charged, the mugato slas.h.i.+ng with its claws, the Nausicaan punching with a ma.s.sive fist.

Worf raised his arms to defend from the attacks-the mugato drawing blood, the Nausicaan badly bruising Worf's right arm, possibly spraining it-then slashed at the mugato with his mek'leth. Worf then dove and rolled, coming up right where the skeleton creature was making its slow advance. He thrust his mek'leth into the creature's ribs, then hoisted the surprised creature, using the mek'leth hilt as a handle. He swung the creature around, clubbing both the Nausicaan and the mugato in the head with the creature's legs. He then swung the mek'leth hilt like a human baseball bat against a large tree; the skeleton creature shattered inside its armor.

The blood l.u.s.t surged within Worf. The bouquet of the yellow ichor on his mek'leth, the blood from his arm wound, the scent of the creatures before him, and even the smell of the venom on the mugato's fangs all washed over him, intoxicating him.

The smells of battle.

This time, he did not quiet the cry of his Klingon heart. He gave it full reign.

The Nausicaan's rounded mouth opened and said, "Die, Klingon!"

Worf's only answer wab a growl that started in the base of his throat and quickly evolved into a warrior's scream. He charged at the Nausicaan and struck, severing the alien's right arm. If there was any irony in giving the Nausicaan an identical wound to that of Klag, it was buried deep, for Worf did not even acknowledge it. He simply pressed the attack, slas.h.i.+ng at the Nausicaan's chest, head, and remaining arm until the Nausicaan was dead. The Nausicaan had managed to get in a blow to Worf's head with its remaining fist. The Klingon's vision swam momentarily, but he forged ahead, ignoring the pain.

As soon as Worf struck the killing blow, the mugato hit him from the side, knocking the wind from him-and, more importantly, knocking the mek'leth from his grip.

Worf and the mugato rolled on the ground for several turns until the mugato pressed down upon him and moved to bite Worf with its poisonous fangs. Though pain still echoed inside his skull from the Nausicaan's blow, he still managed to head-b.u.t.t the white-furred beast on its snout Having briefly distracted the mugato, Worf rolled it off him, then punched it repeatedly in the face. Long past the point where it was stunned into insensibility, Worf finally stopped, retrieved his mek'leth, and cut the mugato's head off.

Then the Brikar attacked.

It took most of an hour for Worf to subdue the Brikar, and then only by using a tree that the Brikar himself had uprooted and tried to club Worf to death with. Worf managed to impale the Brikar on one of the larger branches.

After that, it was a pair of Andorians. Then a Chalnoth. And then, finally, a large avian creature that swooped down on Worf with its ma.s.sive wings. Worf defeated it by severing one set of pinfeathers with his mek'leth, causing its flight to become erratic. After that, it was a comparatively simple matter to stab it in each of its hearts.

Worf was now covered in blood, feathers, hair, and bone fragments. He had cuts and bruises all over him.

He felt better than he had in weeks. The blood l.u.s.t started to abate slowly.

"Impressive work," came a voice from behind him.

Worf whirled around and charged with his mek'leth at the voice. The rational part of him-which was only just now returning to his conscious mind-registered that this was Giancarlo Wu, his aide, and that disemboweling him after less than two weeks on the job was bad form.

But that was still a very small, very recessive part of his mind at the moment. He charged at the hapless aide the same way he had charged at the other creatures.

Wu, for his part, made no attempt to move or defend himself .

Just as Worf was about to strike a killing blow, a bat'leth seemed to materialize in Wu's hands to parry it. The sound of the metal blades clas.h.i.+ng, the sight of the gore that encrusted the mek'leth being dislodged surprised Worf, and served to bring his rational side even closer to dominance.

Angered, Worf swung again, and once again Wu parried with the ease of an expert. He parried two more strikes. By the fifth strike, Worf's blood l.u.s.t had more or less completely receded, replaced by a much more intellectual outrage. It was a matter of pride as much as anything.

Worf was, after all, a champion bat'leth fighter, and he was no slouch with the smaller mek'leth, either.

Wu moved with a surprising speed and grace, but Worf was now seeing a pattern. If Wu followed true to form, he would use Kilog's gambit next.

Worf swung and, sure enough, Wu countered with Kilog. This pleased Worf greatly, as Kilog was almost always followed by B'Arq's defense.

Penetrating B'Arq's defense was nearly impossible.

With an underhanded swing, Worf penetrated Wu's use of B'Arq's defense, knocking the bat'leth out of Wu's hands and putting the mek'leth to the human's throat.

"Give me one reason why I should not kill you."

With remarkable calm, Wu said, "I have a report to give, sir, and it's rather important, or I wouldn't have interrupted your session. You can gut me like a fish after I've given it."

Worf stood with his mek'leth at Wu's neck for several seconds.

"A compelling argument," he said, removing the mek'leth from Wu's throat. In truth, he had no intention of killing Wu-on the contrary, he'd enjoyed the work out with his aide as much as he had fighting the program's creatures.

A live opponent was so much more thrilling after all, and his presence served as a bridge to bring him slowly back to himself. But he had wanted to gauge the human's reaction. "Computer," he said, "end program."

The setting, and gore covering Worf's mek'leth, disappeared. To Worf's surprise, the bat'leth remained.

"I had no idea you were proficient in the bat'leth," Worf said.

As he retrieved the weapon from the deck, Wu said, "Kind of an occupational necessity. Besides, n.o.body ever expects me to know how to handle it, so it throws them off guard when I do. Certainly worked on you, sir," Wu added with a smile. "I had no idea you-or anyone else-could penetrate B'Arq's defense. Especially with a mek'leth."

"Only one person has done it in twenty years, that I am aware of."

"Well, two now," Wu said.

"No. My doing so six years ago was the primary reason for my champions.h.i.+p standing in the bat'leth. I recently adapted the maneuver for the mek'leth, though th is is the first time I have tested it against a live opponent."

"Glad to be of service, sir."

Worf and Wu departed the holodeck, Krevor-who had been at her post outside the holodeck during Worf's exercise-following silently behind.

"You said you had a report."

"Yes. First of all, I'm sorry to inform you that Emperor me'Grmat XIX is dead. He died in his sleep, apparently."

"Appropriate," Worf said.

"Really, sir?" Wu sounded surprised. "I have to confess I hadn't expected such a reaction from you."

"It is what the emperor wanted. Indeed, me'Grmat may now be the only person on tad who has gotten precisely what he wanted."

"Ah. Well, in any event, there's apparently a traditional mourning period of three days before the new one is announced, so Governor Tiral will probably wait until then." They arrived at their quarters. Krevor took up her position outside the door as they entered. Wu continued "The other thing is something I've noticed in compiling reports. After you told me what the governor had said about the increase in production, I decided to take another look at the actual figures-specifically with relation to the empire's other sources of top aline I mean, it's all well and good to improve one's own work, but we hadn't really looked at it in the context of the whole, as it were. There are presently three domestic sources for top aline and two primary sources from which the empire imports it. However, even with the governor's increase, tab is presently fifth of five on the list of top aline providers."

"Fifth?"

Wu nodded. "It's not only behind the other two domestic sources, it's still bringing in less than either the Yridians or the Capellans." He showed Worf his padd. "I did a projection on what effect the loss of tad's top aline production would have on the empire. It is, to say the least, negligible. It might require increasing the amount imported from either the Capellans or the Yridians, but neither would be a major hards.h.i.+p-especially if you factor in the reduction of costs on tad if the empire gives it up." He replaced the padd inside his vest pocket and took a deep breath. "If I may be blunt, sir, the empire doesn't need this world. Is there any way to convince the High Council to let the athmatti have it and be done with it?"

Worf shook his head. "The empire needs the unrest to end, but not at the cost of appearing weak. Ma rtok specifically said that he cannot allow-"

And then it came to him.

"Allow what, sir?" Wu prompted.

Worf sat at the desk. "Martok's exact words were, "Under no circ.u.mstances can I allow tad to be ruled by anyone other than Klingons.""

"I don't understand."

"Worf to engineering."