Friday, 17 January 2020

WAITING




FENRIS, 
The Fen-Dweller, 
Fame Wolf of Ragnarok :  
Let The Ancient One approach. 
...where •is• The Ancient One? 

VAMPIRE :
He Waits. 

FENRIS,
The Fen-Dweller, 
Fame Wolf of Ragnarok : 
He waits? He waits!? What for!?

Has he no sense of occasion...?

I want him here, now. 







KLAG: 
Commander, would you say you're a typical Federation officer?

RIKER: 
I suppose so. Why?

KLAG:
 
Well, it's just you're not what I expected.

RIKER:
In what way?

TACTICS:
 
You have a sense of humour!

RIKER:
 
I was thinking the same thing about you. 
In all my dealings with Klingons, including our Lieutenant Worf, the thought never occurred to me of Klingons laughing.

TACTICS:
 
There is much about us you do not know.

RIKER:
 
That's why I'm here.

KLAG:
You should ask.

RIKER:
 

After this tour, 
I may have some worthy questions.
 
KLAG: 
Questions about what? 
About Our Future? 
Our Future is Honour. 
Our present is Serving This Ship.

TACTICS: 
Like you, I have a mother and a father. 
They look like me, I look like them.
 
RIKER: 
Are they still alive?
 
TACTICS: 
My Mother Lives, 
My Father was killed in battle at Tranome Sar.
 
RIKER: 
And Your Father?
 
KLAG: 
My Father? 
My Father was captured in battle by Romulans 
and Not Allowed to Die. 
He eventually escaped.

RIKER: 
Where is he now?
 
KLAG: 
He is on Our Planet. 
He Waits.

TACTICS: 
He waits for his death.

KLAG: 
He will eventually fade of a natural illness and die, 
weakened and useless. Honourless. 

I will not see him.
 
RIKER: 
He's Your Father.
 
KLAG: 
A Klingon is His Work
not his Family. 
That is The Way of Things.
 
RIKER: 
He's Your Father.

KLAG:
 
Klingons do not express feeling the way you do.

RIKER:
 
Perhaps you should.

KLAG: 
We would not know how.

RIKER: 
Yesterday, I did not know how to eat gagh.

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