"Sorry to disturb you captain but there is a pressingmatter I need to talk to you about." The Klingon explained. " I need some shore leave."
" Well Mr. Worf, I guess I can spare you for awhile. Any special reason?" hasked Captain Picard.
"I need to go to the Klingon home world Captain. I need to see my brother. He has called me and requested a fight to the death." Explained the Security officer.
"Why, Mr. Worf?" asked the Frenchman. "Does this have anything to do with your father?"
" Yes sir. My brother contacted the high council for ways to regain his honor. He was told if two of Moughs children fight to the death, all honor would be given back. He asked me because I am the best with a Bathleth. He would die to regain his honor. A truly GOOD way to die.I dont want to kill him, but I will if we are in battle. I will try to keep him from meeting me in combat. I accepted discommendation for the crimes my father did not commit, not my brother." Told the Klingon.
"Well you know I dont console this kind of thing, but it is your shore leave .Do what ever you want with it. You have 13 days Mr. Worf. Take shuttle 3." Approved Jean Luc in an unusual fashion.
"Brother, you dont have to do this!" Worf yelled. "our honor isnt harmed. Our father didnt betray The Empire. It was Galron who betrayed the Klingons to the Romulans. I dont want to kill you!"
" Worf, I cant live with every Klingon I know thinking I am a traitor! Please I want to go to Stolvle Core where my honor is still known to all! You don't know what its like being attacked by the mobs! How could you? You and your Federation Starship! Bah!
" I am a Starfleet officer by choice! You sit there and tell me I am afraid. Look at your self!" yelled the large man. " Below all you want but don't say I am afraid!"
He stormed out like an angry rhino. He ran to his appointed room and got ready for the fight with his brother at 1700 hours. He would be victorious!
" Ready to die brother?" Worf asked?
" Today is a good day to die!" came the reply.
The two fought until Worfs brother caught a Batlath in the stomach and collapsed to the ground dead. Worf had won back his honor, his land, but had lost his brother.
" Reporting for duty, Captain!" the Klingon reported.
"Welcome back Mr. Worf. Please man the tactical station. Ensign plot a course to sector 003warp factor three." Picard ordered. "ENGAGE!"
The ship turned 70 degrees and zoomed away with only a blast of light left of them.
