AN: I hope you people out there like my new story. I'm almost finished writing it, so I probably won't change much of it. Part of the story will be set in the 2330's, the rest of it 50 years later, in the DS9 & Voyager timelines. I may decide to put some TNG in here near the end, but I'm still debating that. Now, let's get this story started.
P.S.: This chapter is an introduction to several characters.
Chapter 4: Conservative Memory
Wiv was in the female dressing room of the gym, dressing in regulation exercise clothing. It was early in the morning, only 0600. Today, the 29th of November, was especially hard on her. Precisely 15 years ago, at the age of 18, she fled from her home world after she left the family house.
The Security Chief stepped into the gym area, finding that her Captain had even risen earlier than she had for a morning exercise in the gym.
The Vulcan was training his stomach muscles by doing sit-ups. And his entire torso was naked. Traces of his Hatorian ancestry were completely visible, the marks of a warrior.
The Klingon female was frozen for a small moment, overwhelmed by the smell of a male warrior. It were her hormones, of course, trying to attract a mate.
Then, the male spotted her. "Ah, Commander Wiv. I had not expected you. I suppose you are here to shake something from your mind?"
"I assume you have read my personal files." Wiv said as the male warrior rose from the mat he had been sitting on.
"I read everything I can on my staff, especially senior officers. It has been 15 years ago."
The Klingon female nodded. "I still remember my father's outrage…"
A still male Wiv had gathered enough courage to tell his father about what he wanted to do, which meant he couldn't become a warrior for the Empire. The internal debate had been long and full of pain, but the solution had been found.
Nu'Daq went to the living room, where his father was downing another cup of bloodwine. It was something he hadn't stopped drinking since the day his wife died aboard a vessel fighting the Federation.
"Father, I need to tell you something." he said.
"What is it, son?" the man asked, slightly sad.
The younger one took a deep breath. "I have decided what I want to do. But you're not gonna like it one bit. I'm going to Earth, to become a woman and to join Starfleet."
The warrior's eyes narrowed and darkened. "You're gonna transform yourself in *hic* a female? What's *hic* wrong with being male?!"
"This body doesn't feel right. I can't be myself!" Nu'Daq yelled. "And you're drunk, again!"
"At least I'm not bringing *hic* dishonor on my *hic* house!" Kor was swinging with the cup, throwing it in the direction of his son. But he missed gravely, as his aim was off.
The younger man looked at the rolling cup. "I'm outta here!" and he left, for good.
"I do not believe many others would have done what you did." the Vulcan said, pulling her back into reality. "But you have to know, being transgender is no shame."
"That's it on Earth, but not on Kronos. If I'm coming anywhere near there again, I'm to be killed on sight." the Commander said, slightly growling.
"Withhold the growl of your voice, Commander." the Captain said, his voice authoritive.
"Can you even understand what I feel?! From what I understand of Hatorian biology, you lack the ability of feeling!" the Klingon roared.
The half-Hatorian roared right back, grabbing the woman by her waist before trashing her to the ground.
Wiv got straight up again, attacking the other warrior with all her strength.
They tumbled on the sparring mats, and started rolling over.
At least, until the part-Hatorian pinned her down.
Both of them were breathing heavily, stomach's almost touching one another.
The female felt her wrists bleeding, arousing her even further.
The warrior above her smelt it as well, bringing one of her wrists closer to his nose. Then, he looked at her with a heated gaze and pinned the wrist back down. "I am quite capable of feeling, since I am quarter-Vulcan. I have more neurological pathways in my frontal cortex than all warriors on Aurora-Penthe Seven together. I am more than a battle driven beast."
"I feel it now." the Security Chief said, her nails digging in the flesh on the back of the male's hand. Her nails drew the blood she wanted to smell.
It was green, like a Vulcan's. The copper smell was arousing, especially mixed with the iron of her own.
"I see you have initiated the mating ritual of your culture." the statement was simple, but spoken in a low tone that made Wiv shudder in anticipation.
"Yes." she hissed.
"Then I will give you my answer."
The transgender Klingon had always thought about her mating, but she had never imagined it to go like this. She had always believed she couldn't change her gender, that she'd stay male forever and that she'd mate with a proper Klingon female.
But things were different for her now, she'd become truly female 12 years ago. And right now, she had mated with the man who was her commanding officer and another warrior who was of a complete different culture.
"How are you going to explain this to your wife?" Wiv asked, half lying on her new mate's hairy chest.
The part-Vulcan cupped her chin. "Polyamory is allowed within Hatorian society, as is it within the Federation."
"Won't your family be disappointed? After all, your parents fought Klingons in their younger years. I know my father would be." her fingers tracing the square formed ridges on her new mate's side.
The half-Hatorian gasped and shivered, before replying: "My parents will not be disappointed, an upcoming marriage will perhaps be quite welcomed. This is, if you want to get married."
"Mating is not taken lightly." the Chief of Security told.
"I do not wish for you to be obliged, and neither do Vulcans take mating lightly. If you agree to marriage, we will have to do it in Hatorian tradition and Vulcan tradition. I will give you the time to think."
"I don't need it, I know what I'm gonna choose."
David looked up from the science station, where he was looking at several readings they got from a warp trail they picked up, as the turbo lift doors opened up. He raised an eyebrow. "Captain, this is the first time both you and Commander Wiv are an hour to late."
"Something came in between that had to be solved. Please continue." his brother replied as he sat down in the Captain's chair.
The First Officer saw Counselor Natasha Black and Ensign Lwearrahi Kelly both smile and giggle. He raised his eyebrows even further. "Counselor, Ensign, please refrain from laughing at the Captain."
"I will tell you later David, just do not make any more remarks." the quarter-Vulcan said.
Marcus blinked. "If you say so."
Not much later, Ensign Teyron came to take over his station so he himself could sit down on the First Officer's chair.
Wiv was happy with her choice of mate.
Christian Kirk was a noble and elegant warrior from a gracious and powerful Hatorian bloodline. Also, his Vulcan bloodline was high standing in Federation politics and Vulcan history.
His Cardassian wife Illnoira accepted her as soon as Chris had told her what had transpired. After all, she was not his personal choice.
They had decided, that by Hatorian law, the Klingon female would be the Captain's First Wife. She would carry the responsibility to bear strong warrior children to add to their husband's Hatorian bloodline. Klingons were stronger than Cardassians, and therefore it would be logical for Christian to have a part-Klingon son as clan leader during war.
As the Second Wife, Illnoira would take care of all the paperwork and clan finances. She'd been taught to do so by Chris's grandmother before the marriage.
Then, in the middle of dinner, the intercom went off.
"Scott to Kirk."
The part-Vulcan pressed his com button. "Go ahead Commander."
"Lieutenant Suraya picked up a distress signal. It's from a Klingon vessel nearby, but the bio sign is anything but Klingon."
"Take it aboard, I will meet you in Sick Bay. Kirk out." he then looked to his mates. "I am sorry, but my duty calls."
"I'm sorry to interrupt your dinner." the Engineering chief said.
"I understand the urgency of my duty." the part-Vulcan replied as both of them entered Sick Bay. "How is our visitor?"
On the bio bed laid a young woman. She had ridges on her nose and a specific type of earring. Clearly, she was of another species.
"She is malnourished, dehydrated, physically abused and possibly tortured. I am unaware of her mental state, but I can tell she is traumatized." T'Rya replied. "She is Bajoran, if the Hatorian databank is correct. A species that only recently became warp capable due to religious beliefs."
"Will she recover?" the Captain asked.
"She will, but she will not be conscious until tomorrow evening 2100 hours." the Medical officer replied. "I will call you once she is awake."
"Thank you. Now, if you do not need me here any longer, I will join my family back at dinner."
"Until next time, Captain." the female Vulcan said.
The half-Hatorian fell down on his bed, exhausted. His mates had each taken five turns on him. It wasn't usual for men of his species to have so much sex on one night.
Both women joined him on the matrass, both purring in contentment.
Chris smiled, he only wished to please his mates. He placed the blanket over the three of them and wrapped his arms around their shoulders, holding them close to his body.
"Captain, the Bajoran is awake."
As soon as Kirk heard it, he went straight to Sick Bay.
The woman was sitting on the table, an abandoned plate with a salad and a glass of water in front of her. Her dark eyes were absent, as if she was in her own world.
Slowly, the Captain walked up to her. "Hello, I am Captain Christian Kirk of the USS Typhoon. Is there something I can help you with?"
The woman looked up. "No, there's nothing."
Chris tilted his head to the side. "I can see you are sad. What is wrong?"
Tears streamed down the young woman's face. "I saw my parents getting killed, for nothing."
"Can you tell me who killed them?" the part-Vulcan asked.
"Cardassian soldiers."
The half-Hatorian raised an eyebrow. "Cardassians? Are they occupying your home world?"
The Bajoran nodded. "Yes, how'd you know?"
"They once tried it with the Hatorians, but they were unsuccessful." Kirk told.
"How did these Hatorians do it?" the woman was now completely back in reality.
"The majority of the Hatorian population are warriors, they fought against the Cardassians and defeated them within a few days." the Captain replied.
"I wish we had a strong military, at least then we wouldn't be enslaved." the Bajoran said. "But our D'jarra's forbid us."
"You have a caste system then." Chris concluded.
The woman nodded. "By the way, I'm Ro Tishito. But just call me Tishito."
"Very well. I will bring you to our guest quarters. My Counselor will come to you later."
"Thank you, Captain." and the woman was smiling.
"It is no problem."
"Cardassia has occupied Bajor? I thought they'd have learned from their failure to occupy Aurora-Penthe Seven." Illnoira commented as her husband told the story.
"They learned to not attack warrior societies." the half-Hatorian told. "They would not attack the Klingons, Romulans or even Humans and Vulcans, because they have proven to be powerful enemies when it comes to war. You know Klingons and Romulans, they'd do anything to protect their own. Vulcan was once a warrior society, but now they have powerful and fast warp capable ships. And Humans are worthy diplomats, they can easily call in the help of another species nearby if they are attacked."
"And the Bajorans?" Wiv asked.
"They have a strong religion, they do not accept science because it would offend their Prophets. A strongly religious species is no threat, unlike warriors or distinguished diplomats." Kirk replied.
"Are we not helping them?"
"If I would do this alone, I would break Vulcan laws and Hatorian laws. Only if the Federation Council decides Starfleet should do something about it, they will send their ships." the Captain said, looking out of the window in his quarters.
Both women were silent, looking at each other.
Again, the intercom went off. "Suraya to Kirk."
"Go ahead Lieutenant."
"There's an incoming message from Kronos. It's from Dahar Master Kor, he wishes to see his daughter." the Deltan male told.
Chris turned to Wiv, who had placed her face in her hands. "I'll give you my orders in a minute, I have to talk to someone first. Kirk out."
"Was your father that horrible?" the Cardassian helmswoman asked.
"He wanted me to become a warrior for the Empire, and then mate with a female from a high standing House to set forth our lines." the Security Chief replied, her head hanging.
The other woman laid a hand on her shoulder. "We will face your father together, all three of us. Our crew will stand by us."
"Do you wish to go back to Kronos?" Kirk asked.
"Now my father calls me his daughter, I think I can at least come back without fear of being killed." the Klingon woman replied.
"At Warp 4, it'll take a month to get to Kronos from our current position." the Cardassian told, directed straightly to the Captain.
"I will transmit it to Lieutenant Suraya."