ONE OF THEM
"Commander, there is an Ambassador Worf hailing us Sir" the communications officer says. "He requests that we beam him aboard immediately". The commander thinks to himself. Why would an ambassador be doing all they way out here? "Beam him aboard." the commander says as he walks off the bridge and heads to the transporter room.
When the commander reaches the transporter room he wonders what this Ambassador wants. The crewman transport the ambassador aboard, but to there amazement they see a very large Klingon warrior holding a Bat'leth appear on the pad. The Klingon runs up to the commander grabs him by the collar and slams him into the wall. The furious Klingon glares at the frighten commander and says "WHERE-IS-MY-SON!"
One week earlier…
"Alexander, stay behind me!" Chancellor Martok yells. Martok and Worf's son Alexander were both apart of the ground forces that initially invaded the Ret home world. Now the last of the Klingon forces there are pinned down and surrounded. "Yes Sir!" Alexander responds. A Ret warrior runs up to Martok with a blade and attacks. Martok not expecting this is stabbed in the collar bone and drops to the floor. "NOOOOO!" Alexander roars as he dispatched the Ret assassin. The orange blood sprays onto Alexander's armor and face. His Klingon instincts are surging through him as he continues the fight. He leaps in the air with his Bat'leth and howls landing on an unsuspecting Ret and removes him from his body. Alexander senses that a Ret was behind him, but before he could react he was struck in the face and knocked on conscious.
Alexander briefly woke up. His blurred vision faintly made out several figures walking back and forward in front of him. He quickly fell back asleep. while Alexander slept, he recounted the events of the battle. Martok dying, the blood, the Primal rage he felt. The Klingon lust for battle. It was all too much for him. He woke up form his dream in a cold sweat.
As his vision cleared, he began to see a small light. It was a fire pit. Alexander was a little confused. He began to noticed that there were Ret sitting around the fire and started to worry. Alexander lays there and stares at the Ret. Without their Armor and mask they were very unimpressive. Their build was similar to his own at the age of twenty, tall and slender but muscular. Their skin was varying shades of gray. Some were dark gray, some were light, then some female Ret appeared. They were similar in build to the males but a bit less muscular. And their skin had a tint of blue in it. Their hands had three talons on it and their faces had strange finger like appendages on either side of the jaw area. He also noticed that their long white hair covered large black eyes, a small pointy nose, and a strange mouth that seems to crack a smile at all times.
Suddenly a Ret female walked up to him with a bowl of water and a rag. She places Alexander's head and starts to hum a soothing song. The next morning Alexander gets up and starts to wonder the camp. He is not on Ret anymore, he knows at least that. But where is he. Alexander finds the Ret female from last night sitting on a log sewing his tattered Klingon armor. He sits next to her. "Where am I?" She looks at him in confusion, she cannot speak Klingonese. He sit back on the log. How am I suppose to communicate with her? Then it Comes to him. The gets the Ret Females attention and points to the log. "Tree, Tree" he says to her. She responds "Aobo".
Several months go by and Alexander has learned much of the Retip way. He has also found a friendship in the Ret female Wailitu. But he still has many questions to ask. "Wailitu, where are we?" she looks up from her washing. "we are on Quii". "where is Quii?" he asks. With a smile she looks at him and says "A safe place". he begins to realize that either she herself doesn't know where Quii is or she will never say. So Alexander decides not to ask anymore questions. Then he hears something. Several Ret males are calling out for him to stay away from Wailitu. "Make me" he says in a stern tone. The lead male walks up to Alexander and grabs him on the shoulder. The next thing he knows the Ret male is laying on his back. The Ret male quickly stand back up and calls for the Right of Honor.
The whole village swarms to the site and forms a circle around the two. Alexander and the Ret male must fight to the death. The two size each other up. Neither backs down. Then the fight begins with violent slashes from the Ret's claws. Alexander evades the attacks and quickly counters with a heavy fist to the Rets face. The blow was so powerful that the Ret was knocked unconscious. The crowd goes wild and chants something out. "SUD,SUD,SUD" they all roar. They want Alexander to perform the ritual of the Spoils of War. Alexander hesitates but realizes that he must to it. He reaches for the Ret's face and snaps the head off. He reveals the skull of the fallen Ret and slowly places it snuggly over his face. Alexander has become one of them, a Retip warrior. The crowd cheers loudly as he stands there in the center wearing his newly awarded War Sud.
Several more months pass and Alexander becomes a prominent figure in the village. He mated with Wailitu and has beared a child for him. Although Alexander is happy and comfortable on Quii. He still wishes he could see his father again and be with his people. The Ret are quite peaceful here for the most part they have taken care of him and kept him safe all these months. As Alexander holds his new born child Worf in his arms he wonders about the future, and when he could return home.