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Rating: PG-13 because of battle sequences.

Spoilers: Only if you haven't read the books.

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Ch. 1: Prologue

Worf was tired, though he tried not to show it. The war with the Dominion was over. It had claimed many lives, not the least of which, his wife, Jadzia. Now he was returning to Qu'onos. The future seemed bleak; the Klingon Empire had fallen into dishonor. Worf didn't know if he could change anything, but his own sense of honor demanded that he try. A shuttle was waiting for him just off DS9. Preferring not to dock, the captain had requested he beam aboard so they could be off immediately. Walking toward the Ops transporter platform, he was greeted by a young Bajoran face, one he didn't recognize.
"This is not your usual post, correct?" He asked the girl, who looked a little intimidated by the Klingon towering over her.
"No, sir, it isn't. Chief O'Brien is working on repairs." Worf grimaced. Deep Space 9 was showing its age. The Cardassian systems broke down frequently, and their engineers were constantly trying to keep everything working. The girl nervously shifted her weight behind the console.
"Very well. You have the coordinates, I assume." he replied, stepping onto the platform. She nodded confirmation. Worf carried no luggage save his bat'leth in its sling; the rest of his belongings had already been beamed to the shuttle. Worf nodded at the transporter operator to engage. Although the girl looked uncomfortable, she keyed the commands. Worf saw the familiar glimmer of blue light around him, but the room didn't fade. The transporter operator started to panic. Alternately praying to the Prophets and uttering words no one so young should know, she tried to correct the problem. The last thing Worf heard was, "Prophets preserve him!"