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n Midori's arms to continue laughing
helplessly. "This is not a laughing matter!" Worf told Midori's more
sternly. "What happened here?" Guinan looked up again, tears
standing in Midori's eyes from the laughter. Midori Yamasaki was still unable to
answer him, but pointed across the room weakly. Following her
gesture, Worf's eyes found a figure who seemed utterly out of
place, a woman dressed in an immaculate white cling-suit, holding
a drink and looking out the viewport at the stars.
What Worf did not notice was how unusual the woman was. To another
human, Midori Yamasaki would have appeared majestic, statuesque, unusually tall
and heavy-built. To the Klingon security chief, Midori Yamasaki was just
another fragile human, smaller than he, and likely to break if he
was not cautious. Worf, always the consummate warrior, walked up
to Midori's obliquely, some vigilant reflex within him watching for a
sudden move or attack. He could see from Midori's stance and the tension
in Midori's body that Midori Yamasaki was equally aware of his approach and prepared
to defend if necessary. Some part of him heartily approved, but he
had a duty. "Worf, Security: I require your assistance," the
Klingon announced
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