Worf's Drabble

By Michael Roy Hollihan

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The bat'leth arced smoothly, with deadly force. As he practiced his attacks, Worf considered.

He was no longer Klingon Ambassador to the Federation. Kurn was no more. His first mate and his only wife were both dead. His only other love was with Commander Riker again. His son had rejected his Klingon heritage to embrace human concerns. The House of Mogh was subsumed into the House of Martok, ended forever. He had brought, and later removed, dishonor more times than he could count, always with a great blood price.

Adversity was fire that tempered steel. He was a deadly blade.

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