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Worf, Wil, and Data were sitting in Ten-Forward trying to wind down from a very eventful afternoon.
“What do you make of all of this Data?” Wil asked.
“I am unsure. I cannot help but think nothing good is going to come from this.”
The alien from Aungous 5 that had confronted Data in sick bay walked up to the officer’s table. “Mr. Worf, you are a warrior. Don’t you feel your Klingon blood burning?”
Wil shot him a ‘how dare you interrupt us’ stare. “We are trying to have a quiet drink.” He scolded.
“Why does my Klingon blood interest you?”
“You are a warrior, bred, and born into combat. Don’t you feel the desire in you to destroy something?”
“The difference between a warrior and a barbarian is knowing when and where to destroy something.
“Please, you must show me how you are controlling the burn. It is driving me insane.”
“What is your name?” Worf growled.
“Angus.”
“Angus, meet Commander Riker and Lieutenant Commander Data.”
Angus looked at Data.
“We have met,” Data remarked. “How are your ears?”
Fine, your head?”
He growled, “You have to fix this.” Angus stopped suddenly as his attention was drawn out the window. “Oh no.” He hissed. “Hide that where no one can see it.”
“Since it is about half the size of the Enterprise, where would you suggest we hide it?” Data asked.
“You must. The Jormungand is recognized by many cultures as what it is. All mankind is caught within his coils. Are you so naïve that you think mankind only applies to humans? Mr. Worf, you have heard of the cha’Do’?”
“Yes, it is a bird. Not much is known about it.”
“Perhaps you should study up on your mythology sir. Our ghbDaQ is calling to us.” Angus left.
“What was that about?” Will asked.
“I have no idea. I am very confused.”
“ghubDaQ?” Data asked.
“First born child.” Worf answered.
“Nothing about that encounter made sense.”
“Are you having problems Worf?” Wil asked now concerned.
Worf cleared his throat. “I am having problems sleeping at night. Which is causing me not to want to focus during the day.”
“You are doing a fine job hiding this.”
“I am supposed too.” He hissed.
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