> songs sung in our honor [ worf | open ]
[ somehow, he knew that the program would be there, silently thanking jadzia, despite the fact that a good level of his stress was centered around her, for having it available and saving him the trouble of having to program one himself. he did have to use his authority as a commander to set the level of difficult to the highest setting, but it was one of the many benefits of his rank and position as first officer of the enterprise-e. he had to replicate a bat'leth, which irked him some, but he was able to skill the blade to a near-perfect replica of the one hanging on the wall in his quarters back on the enterprise. this one, although false, would be a worthy substitute when his time in this program was finished and would be mounted in the temporary quarters he'd claimed here.
four hours. four hours he was locked within the holodeck and four hours later, he emerged. he would need to replicate a new uniform later, but he felt better. it had been a good day. he was bleeding and bruised, but these were worthy wounds that would heal and scar on their own. a visit to sickbay was not needed and after venting his frustrations on holographic warriors, he did not need to emotionally ail himself more by facing jadzia or ezri again. not today. he wasn't ruining the uplifting note to this day.
so, with the bat'leth in hand, commander worf made his way back to the habitat ring, bound for his quarters. if doctor bashir wasn't busy in sickbay, he would have invited the man, but for now, he would be drinking blood wine and singing alone. it would still be a good day. ]
four hours. four hours he was locked within the holodeck and four hours later, he emerged. he would need to replicate a new uniform later, but he felt better. it had been a good day. he was bleeding and bruised, but these were worthy wounds that would heal and scar on their own. a visit to sickbay was not needed and after venting his frustrations on holographic warriors, he did not need to emotionally ail himself more by facing jadzia or ezri again. not today. he wasn't ruining the uplifting note to this day.
so, with the bat'leth in hand, commander worf made his way back to the habitat ring, bound for his quarters. if doctor bashir wasn't busy in sickbay, he would have invited the man, but for now, he would be drinking blood wine and singing alone. it would still be a good day. ]