Once, on a Good Day to Die, there lived a poor Boy named Jahk of the House of Rketa.
Though sinewy and cunning, skilled and strong, young Jahk grew to deplorable poverty when His father fell in battle, when the Scourge of Tribble-Spawn had eaten all the edibles in the outpost, so that the chattel starved and the land was stripped bare of grain, and the Klingon warriors there fell to cannibalism to survive. It was a death without honor.
On this day Jahk was charged with the task of selling his mother’s chattel, when he happened upon a Ferengi Woman, who filled his young mind with tales of wealth and adventure, and gave him three beans of Unusual Properties she said would help him Find these things, which Jahk presented to his mother.
The Ferengi told lies. There was no wealth, nor adventure. Swindled by the Ferengi Woman, Jahk was beaten within an inch of his life by his mother, who forsweared him as Fool That He Was and left him to lick his wounds, like a human dog.
The beans were discarded. But a curious thing Did happen in the night.
The Ferengi woman had spoken true. And lo, there was a Skystalk laden with beans, reaching high into the heavens into Realms Beyond. What adventure lay beyond this new horizons? Jahk endeavored to find out, and set thought to deed, taking with him three things as he climbed:
His wits.
His father’s bat’leth.
His training and skill as a young warrior.
(Okay, this is taking too long. I want to jump to the end. So… yadda yadda yadda, Jahk kicked the giant’s ass. Let’s continue!)
Thus having bested the Giant in combat, he ere endeavored to make good his escape with the latinum. Thus revealed was the folly in his actions, for he left the Giant alive. As Kahless has admonished, “A foe Wounded and Aggrevied by an Upstart is more a Threat than one without the Madness for Revenge.”
The giant stood and sprang after Jahk! His footsteps were like thunder! His bellow of foul fury would root in fear the even a phallanx of Jem’haddar!
But fearful Jahk was not.
(Okaaaaay, I’m doing it again. Yadda yadda yadda, the giant was dead.)
This Jahk did descend the beanstalk with the plundered riches, and he set fire to the Skystalk.
And his family’s honor’s was restored
And an Opera was commissioned in His Name, which is sung to this day.
Thus Glory was restored to The House Of Rketa.
It was a Good Day to Die.