Star Trek Hunter
Episode 27: The Sword of Destiny
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"I have to know the truth." Greta Leifsdottor's porcelain skin was reddened, but not from the sun. She had covered herself thoroughly with a large, hooded white robe commonly used by the natives. Her skin was flushed just from the dry, blasting heat of the Forge. It was the only sign she would allow of her intense discomfort in this blazing inferno. She held up the Sword of QeyliS. "I feel it singing in my blood. I feel it calling me to destiny. I feel it telling me to lead our people to greatness."

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In a cavern near the summit of Mt. Langon was one of the holiest of all vulcan sanctuaries. Only two non-vulcans had come close to completing the Kolinahr ritual. One was half-vulcan – the famous Ambassador Spock. The other was seated on the cavern floor before Greta. He was also wearing a voluminous white robe and hood. Only his hands betrayed his race and his age. His pungent musk filled the cavern. The aging klingon allowed the silence to build. Greta was a strong person, not given to self-doubt. She had said what she had come to say and was awaiting an answer.

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Worf waited a full five minutes, looking down, thinking. He stood up, removed the hood, revealing his face and looked Chancellor Greta in the eye. She towered over him. His words had a slow, emphatic cadence. "This is not greatness."

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"I cannot give every order by this sword," said Greta.

"You do not seem to be able to give any orders at all!" Worf observed. "Why are you wandering around in the desert on Vulcan seeking visions while your warriors are killing and dying on a hundred battlefields scattered throughout the Alpha Quadrant?"

"I need to know, and you are the only one who can tell me, is this the true Sword of QeyliS?" Greta handed the sword to Worf.

"If you are able to hand it to me, either this is not the real sword, or you are the only person strong enough to carry it," said Worf.

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It seemed to take several minutes for Greta to hand the sword to Worf – and for him to take it. She stepped back.

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"Yes. I remember this. I can feel its song in my heart, calling me to lead our people. But I was not worthy of it. Battle has made its call far, far stronger than when I held it last. It still calls to me, but it is not for me. You must take it from me, Chancellor. Even with all the training I have received here – to master my passions – I do not have the strength to hand it back to you."

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Greta stepped forward and took the sword from Worf. She had to jerk it hard to remove it from Worf's grasp - he would not let go. He snarled and growled deep in his throat – only for a moment. Once he was no longer touching the sword, he stopped, took a deep breath, then pulled the white hood back over his head, concealing his face. She could only see his dark eyes glinting in reflected light.

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"That is the true Sword of QeyliS. You are the heir and the one destined to carry it. You must lead our people to greatness. But to do that, first you must actually lead our people! Leadership is not about giving orders. It is about vision. What makes our people great is victory. This war, it is against our allies. There can be no honor. There can be no victory."

"Victory over what?" asked Greta.

"Do you not know already?" asked Worf. "We, our friends, our allies, even the romulans – especially the romulans – we all face the same enemy. Not an intelligent enemy but a brute force of nature. That enemy will kill all of our people. That is what you must lead our people to victory against…"

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*vIt – (thlingn Hol – The Truth)

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