Martok's death had been when things had started to unravel. He had been a mess. He refused to believe that he had ever worked for the Empire or the Federation. He alternately insisted that he was a Cardassian who was surgically altered to look like a Klingon for the purpose of espionage, or a Changeling infiltrator. Dr. Bashir couldn't find a thing to help him. Even the Klingons had to admit that he was crazy.
After a few months, his wife Sirella decided to euthanize him. As much as she disliked the thought, Jadzia had had to admit that Martok didn't deserve go on like he was. Worf and Dax had been in the room holding incense when she did it.
The ceremony had started with prayers and song, and the Sirella had picked up her sword. Martok had tried to get away. Worf and Jadzia had dropped their incense and gone to restrain him. They held his arms while Sirella had cut his throat.
"I am Jem'Hadar," had been his last words.
"I'm sorry," Jadzia had said as soon as Martok expired.
"I've heard a lot of that lately," Sirella had responded dourly, her daughter had been killed just the previous week.
Sirella also told Worf that he now owned the Rotaran.
"The flagship, as well as the rest of the fleet, belonged to our house," she told him, "So technically, it belongs to my son Drex, but I'm sure Martok would have wanted you to have it."
It was mostly symbolic, as Klingons had no concept of public property, but Worf looked touched. Jadzia had to admire Sirella's cleverness at a time like this. Due to his past, Worf was at risk of having his captaincy challenged, but no one would dare to, or even have the right to, if he actually owned the ship. Sirella was manoeuvring to keep her house in a position of power after her husband's death.
The next day, Worf sent Alexander to take Martok's position on the high council.
Sirella and Worf had spent the day talking business.
"If you want to send Drex, I won't object," Worf had said, but Sirella had shaken her head. Jadzia had known why. Drex was a skilled warrior, but he was immature and obnoxious, and had failed to rise even a single rank due to his habit of talking back and refusing orders. Alexander lacked military talent, but there was no denying that everyone seemed to like him no matter how many mistakes he made, an ideal quality for a politician.
Many months later, Jadzia had overheard some Klingons talking at Quark's. Apparently, the first day Alexander had walked into council, the toughest member, El'Veng had put a sword to his throat and declared,
"You look like a girl!"
"I get it from my mother," he had stated fearlessly, not moving to defend himself. After a few seconds the man had started laughing and led him to his seat. They became pals, and El'Veng never let anyone give Alexander a hard time.
"El'Veng says he's a good guy, and it's not his fault his dad's a pervert," one of the Klingons said.
"I don't know about that" said another, "After a year in a monastery, I'd be fucking every two-legged ..."
"But that's why he killed Captain Korin. He tried to get him to screw a Klingon woman," said the first man, laughing.
"I don't believe that," insisted the other, " Korin pissed everyone off."
"But Captain Worf didn't even know him. They'd just met, and he was complaining about missing his wife, so Korin bought him a throw with one of the girls in the back, and Worf just picked up a bottle and clocked him. Didn't even look at him, just turned back to the bar and finished his drink, like he didn't want to think about it too much. But the bartender said he looked really disgusted."
Jadzia had crept out of Quark's before anyone saw her.