Showing posts with label Martok. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Martok. Show all posts

Tuesday 23 May 2017

The Way of The Warrior


The Way of The Warrior has been misunderstood as a means to kill and destroy others.

Those who seek competition are making a grave mistake.

To smash, injure or destroy is the worst sin a human being can commit.

The real Way of The Warrior is to prevent slaughter - it is the Art of Peace, the Power of Love.
MARTOK: 
I have come for my son's d'k tahg. 
Give it to me or I will take it from you. 

WORF: 
Now that you are here, I have no further need of it. 

MARTOK: 
You robbed my son of his honour just to get my attention?!

WORF: 
You can't take away what someone does not have. 

MARTOK: 
Are you saying my son is without honour? 

WORF: 
I am saying your son is a coward and a liar. 

MARTOK: 
And what of his father? 

WORF: 
That remains to be seen. 

MARTOK: 
Tell me, what have I done to earn your disrespect? 

WORF: 
The misdeeds your troops have committed speak for themselves. 

Attacking a Cardassian tailor. 

Detaining and searching ships in neutral space without warning or provocation. 

And you, executing one of your commanders because he refused to fire on a Federation ship, 

MARTOK: 
Whatever we have done is in the best interests of the Alpha Quadrant. 

WORF: 
You must think me a fool to make your lies so transparent. 

MARTOK: 
I do not wish to quarrel with you, Worf. 

WORF: 
Nor I with you. The House of Martok is an honoured one, with a proud tradition. 
But I must know why you are here. 

MARTOK: 
I am here under the authority of Gowron himself. 
I am carrying out his orders. 
That should be all the explanation a Klingon warrior needs. 

WORF: 
You forget. I am not only a Klingon warrior, I am a Starfleet officer. And Starfleet deserves an explanation. 

MARTOK: 
They will get one soon enough. Until then, know this. 

My mission will determine the fate of the Klingon Empire. 

Interfere, and you risk destroying us all.

WORF
Chancellor Gowron. 
You wished to speak with me? 

GOWRON
Worf. Worf! It is good to see you. I always said that uniform would get you into trouble one day. 

WORF
It seems you were right. But I do not apologise for my actions 

GOWRON
Yes, yes. I know. you did what you thought was right. 
And even though you may have made some enemies, I assure you I am not one of them. 

WORF
I am glad. Your friendship means much to me. 

GOWRON
And yours to me. It has been too long since you last fought at my side. But now the time has come again. 
We will do great deeds in the coming days. 
Deeds worthy of song. 

WORF
You want me to go to Cardassia with you? 

GOWRON
What better way to redeem yourself in the eyes of your people. 
Come with me, Worf. Glory awaits you on Cardassia. 
Worf, why do you stand there like a mute d'blok.
 I have offered you a chance for glory. All you have to do is take it. 

WORF
If there's any glory to be won, Gowron, it'll have to be yours alone. 
I cannot come with you. 

GOWRON
Of course you can. It is where you belong. 

WORF
I cannot abandon my post. 

GOWRON
You no longer have a post. 
You have no place on that station, and no business wearing that uniform. 

WORF
I have sworn an Oath of Allegiance. 

GOWRON
To the Federation

WORF
You would have me break my word? 

GOWRON: 
Your word? 
What good is your word when you give it to people who care nothing for honour, who refuse to lift a finger while Klingon warriors shed blood for their protection. 

I tell you, they are without honour
You do not owe them anything. 

WORF: 
It is not what I owe them that matters. 
It is what I owe myself. 
Worf, son of Mogh, does not break his word. 

GOWRON
And what of your debt to me? Are you saying you owe me nothing? 
I gave you back your name, restored your house, gave your family a seat on the High Council. And this is how you repay me? 

WORF: 
It is true I owe you a great debt. I would give up my life for you. 
But invading Cardassia is wrong, and I cannot support it. 

GOWRON
Worf, I have always considered you a friend and an ally. 
And because you are my friend, I am giving you this one last chance to redeem yourself. 

Come with me. 

WORF
I cannot. 

GOWRON
Think about what you are doing. 

If you turn your back on me now, for as long as I live, you will not be welcome anywhere in the Klingon Empire. 

Your family will be removed from the High Council, your lands seized, and your House stripped of its titles. 

You will have nothing. 

WORF
Except my honour. 

GOWRON
So be it.



Monday 25 July 2016

The Remainders - "Sir" Patrick Stewart


WE ARE THE CLUB OF ROME. 

LOWER YOUR BORDERS AND SURRENDER YOUR SOVERIGNTY. 

WE WILL ADD YOUR AGRICULTURAL AND INDUSTRIAL DISTINCTIVENESS TO OUR OWN. 

YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. 

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.


"Perhaps today is a Good Day to Die ...!!

Prepare for RAMMING SPEED!!!"




This Flanders 'Mare

The Blue Death

The Belgian Disease

This Flemish Pox

BE-NE-LUX Fever

Tyler's  Cramp

Mason's Elbow

Auditor's Pinch


Peoples of these British Isles, Your Attention Please : 
Having commenced my own study of the extent, breadth and fundamental nature of this Flemmish Malaisse, this Permanant, Rolling National Crisis of Confidence, and the promise of potential cures, my initial findings are now in and they are these : Things are indeed, as I had previously intuited, no nearly so bad or so severe as it may superficially have appeared to be, with our peoples, our nations and in our composite, unified sovereign Nation-State.

They are in fact worse. Far, FAR worse, than I ever dared contemplate myself to fear. 

You therefore leave me with no other options left - as of right now, I am going forward at RAMMING Speed, course locked in, Dead-ahead Full-Worf Factor 9.99 - 

You drove me to this...


"YOU ARE KLINGONS WITHOUT HONOUR..!!! 
I AM WORF, SON OF MOGH !! 
SQUIRE TO THE HOUSE OF MARTOK, 
FIRSTBORN SON OF THE HOUSE OF MOGH 
AND I SAY 
YOU ARE NO KLINGONS!!! 

YOU COWER, LIKE STINKING, WRETCHED P'TACH WHILE THE BLOOD OF OUR FALLEN WARRIORS LIES STILL WARM IN THE VERY COUNCIL CHAMBER LIKE SO MUCH TARG-FODDER WHILE THE HATED ENEMY OF OUR GREAT EMPIRE, THE ROMULAN P'TECHT MAKE THEIR ESCAPE FROM OUR VERY THRONE WORLD !!!!

O PROUD AND MIGHTY KLINGON RACE - KHALESS CALLS TO YOU ALL, BLOOD TO BLOOD TO ANSWER THE CALL TO ARMS - TO AVENGE THE PROUD KLINGON BLOOD SPILT THIS DAY AND DIE WELL, FOR THE GLORY AND TO RESTORE THE NOBLE AND LAMENTED NAME OF HONOUR OF YOUR GREAT HOUSE AND OF THE EMPEROR KHALESS AND HIS NOBLE IMAGINE IN FLESH SO CRUELY AND SACRALIGIOUSLY CUT DOWN, SLAIN BY THIS RANK TREACHERY IN OUR MIDST !!

TONIGHT, WE  DINE IN STO-VO-KOR ON THE HEARTS OF EVERY FLAG OFFICER IN THE ROMULAN INVASION TASK FORCE AND THEIR FLEET !!!

BEWARE, O RESTFULLY DREAMING SPIRITS OF THE DEAD OF MEN OF LESSER RACES - THE FIRST KLINGON WARRIOR IS ABOUT TO ARRIVE !!! FIE !!

K'PLA !!!


Perhaps today is a Good Day to Die ...!!


Yes, perhaps it is - but it is an even better day to live

K'Pla!!