Takes place in the beginning of "Sins of the Father".
Stench, particularly Klingon stench was on Enterprise's mind. It was a foul odor, an abomination! She put up with Worf only because he was Starfleet but she still despised his smell. The Lt. had to work twice as hard as the rest of the crew to keep her favor. Little things like sterilizing the showers after he used them, strong incense and fresheners in his corridors made a difference. Not much, but some. Still, the Klingon hid his offense under an accepting smile and a obedient attitude. Karma, he believed, would come around.
Enterprise thought highly of the Lt. For a Klingon, he was exceptional. For a Starfleet officer, adequate. Fair, hardly. But Enterprise didn't do fair. She did harsh cold truth. She was the best ship in the fleet and expected the best from her crew at all times, regardless of their origins. Some had to work harder than others to prove that and Worf happened to be one of them.
Then she met up with that smelly rusty Klingon warbird, Pah. Smell didn't carry in space thank the Ancients but word however did. And when a new Klingon beamed aboard, taking command as first officer, Enterprise shuddered in revolution. And Worf only smiled. Karma indeed.
