Chapter 13

Boreth

Ambassador's Quarters

Temple of Kahless Compound

Margo Pressman was numb, she has pent the past six hours hiking in horrible conditions to get back to this domicile to pack her things and she was going to get on the next shuttle to the space station and on the next ship to anywhere but here. She threw her things into a duffle bag, stripped off her soiled clothing, changed and was in the process of brushing her hair when her visitor alert chirped at the door. She was tempted not to answer the door, but decided why not.

Walking into the common room area, she saw M'lar's mother and then she realized how stupid she had been had she not been so blinded by her resentment towards the Klingons she would have seen beneath the surface that woman that stood there now was her mother. She huffed to the door and one look in her daughter's eyes she knew. "When did you find out?" Gone was the clipped precise tone that Aisha had used when in her normal self in this setting. She had now slipped back into being her mother from earth.

"Just drop it mother, just frigging drop it and leave me the hell alone!" Margo was upset and Aisha knew it. "How could you? How could you not take me with you? Why leave me on earth if my life should have been here with my sister and my brothers?" Margo turned and walked to the sofa and flopped on the sofa. You used me to gain Pressman's trust, you made him believe he was my father. I was raised as a human female child when the whole time I was Klingon and my family was here!" She was fighting the tears. She was sick to her stomach and she was mad, she had never felt so much rage. "You made me think these people killed you, my grandfather and my great grandfather." She folded her arms over her chest and glared at the woman she had known as her mother.

"It was not my intentions to leave you behind my darling, your father thought it best to leave you with Pressman, he knew Pressman was up and coming and you would be safe, it was bad enough that we nearly lost M'lar four times since her birth, T'L'th did not want you brought into this environment with the way you looked, I was under cover, and you know what its like to be undercover you take on that personality and I was already pregnant with you. So, we took you out as an embryo and we incubated you to a time that I could say Pressman was your father and it was then we had to adapt you just as we had to adapt M'lar. Both of you are so much alike. You have no idea how you are both represent the most perfect part of what you are and were meant to be. "

Margo could hear her mother's voice she closed her eyes so she could picture what she was like on earth. In the here and now while on this planet in these surroundings she was Klingon. At least with her eyes closed she could remember what it had been like to be held by her mother. Aisha sensed her daughter needed her to hold her so she sat next to her. Gathering her into her arms, she sighed and laid her head on her chest and sniffed and then sobbed. Her mother spoke soothingly to her as she had so long ago. She brushed her hair back and continued to try and calm her daughter.

"I know that it will take a long time for you to learn to forgive me and your father. We pray that some day you will be able to forgive us, to reconcile your feelings and embrace us as your family. That was the one reason we wanted you as our Ambassador we had hoped to break the news to you gradually to get you used to this life style and we were doing fine until M'lar went missing. Everything involved with that was a sign to your father that he needed to reconcile abandoning a child to Earth. That is why he went on the quest. He never expected that you would join him."

Margo pulled away from the comfort of her mother's arms something that she had missed for a long time. "Why not admit mother it was to your and father's advantage to keep me on Earth so I could learn all the dirty secrets and when the time came you were going to call upon the fact I was your child and I owed it to this Empire to tell you all I knew about the inner workings of Star Fleet's deep operative program. " Margo walked to peer out her back sliding door area to the small patio that was a part of these quarters.

"No that is not true, your father and I would never exploit you as a part of your mission or your missions assignment or to have you compromise your stepfather. We never intended but to bring you back here and integrate you into our family to make you feel as if you are a part of us. We wanted you to feel like we were your other family. That was all we intended. Once you game and you took on M'lar's double, your father decided then he wanted you home with your family. We argue over this, he was the one that wanted you home and I did not. It would have broken my heart if you had been hurt or worse killed by one of those zealots that seem to find and target M'lar."

Margo stood with her arms crossed her chin tucked and her body reading every ounce of her hurt and her anger. "You made me into a human mother, you and father made the decision to strip me of my very heritage. Was that fair to me? No, was it fair to M'lar? No. I have brothers I have never met; I have a sister that I came here hating because she was the very thing I thought had killed you and the rest of my family. Now you just expect me to forgive and forget? I don't think I can do that I need some time alone to think this through to reason it out."

Aisha sighed deeply, "If you need time at least allow me to give you a ship to use and to suggest a place to go." She stood and walked to her daughter's back and wrapped her arms around her. "I missed out on so much of your growing up to become the lovely sweet woman that you are today. That is my regret darling and I would have given anything to bring you home. As it was I was done with my assignment and Pressman was getting to close to the truth, so I had to disappear. That was why I was made the Ambassador here. That is when your father and I made it appear that I died in a raid and my body disappeared. We really did not consider what it would do you. That was our other big mistake that you would take my death so hard."

Margo stood unmoving and nonresponsive to her mother's overtures of contrition. She pulled from her hold and walked to the sofa and sat looking distant and pale. "You will give me a shuttle that is all I need. Give me a shuttle and I am going away for a while mother, I want you to tell my father the admiral that I am on a mission at your request he would accept that and I will send him a message I would be out of touch for a while. You will need to allow me this time, you and T'L'th owe me that much." Her words were measured, calculated and were weighed to express her feelings of behind devoid of any emotions regarding her family and her new life.

In that respect Aisha had to admit she was every bit T'L'th in locking down her emotions to preserve her mental well-being. Aisha had to allow her the space she needed to work through her hurt and anger and she knew she was not about to reveal what she was feeling except her anger. Aisha knew that deep down she was feeling betrayed and was terribly hurt. "I will respect your need to go off and sulk, because that is what you are going to do. I understand that you are angry and I know you are hurt. So take whatever time you need and I will authorize my personal shuttle to be prepared for your use." Aisha sighed deeply and turned to walk out of her quarters leaving her to be on her own.

Abarrath Sub Level Lab

Verlin the Truthsayer walked around the lab as if he had been born to the area, he was using his senses to locate objects in the sterile room. It was after all his lab, and he walked towards a cylinder tube with clear plating. In side there appeared to be floating in a viscous fluid a nude female that was nearly grown and still was being fed with an umbilical cord attacked to her, air blended fluid made it easy for her to easily look like she was a baby in her mother's womb. Verlin put his hand to the tube and splayed his fingers palm flat. When he had done that the female lifted her chin and looked at Verlin and smiled, she reached over and put her palm against his palm and her eyes went white like Verlin's. "I see you my sweet one, are you comfortable?"

The female that looked amazingly like M'lar smiled she moved forward so her face was pressed to the palm and she kissed it. "I am well my sweet one. When will I be born?" She pushed back and floated in the center of the take. Her palm retuning to his palm pressed together on the tank.

""Soon my sweet one, soon. You must allow all your systems to be fully developed before I allow you to come out of there. I want you to be one of the most perfect beings ever reproduced on this planet other than the Borg, other than our population, from you I want you to be able to breed my son. I will need your abilities to be transferred with my abilities into this child."

Verlin watched her reaction as one of surprised confusion. "Why not make him as I am from both our DNA's?" She had to know what he intended. She felt his mind gently caressing her own mind and her memories like her body was fledgling. She did not know her name. She was born with the intelligence of M'lar but Verlin did not want her to be M'lar. He wanted her as his life mate and the incubator that would bring his progeny into this world with all the emotions and talents of M'lar.

"Because he would be born with all the emotions I know you now possess if you give birth to him, he will know the pain that it causes to bring life forward. He will know the love you can give him and then he will be trained by you and by me to become the most powerful Abbrathian this planet has known. With him at our sides my lovely one, we will never need to fear anything or anyone that would bring harm to this planet or the fractured ones the Minorities. We shall preserve out kind when the planet goes into failure with all the vast emotions that will eventually lead to a war of some kind." He could feel her concern and her fear at the mention of the cascade failure of their planet; he had after all been filling her mind with the history of Abbrath and Minorit for the past month while she developed into his perfect being.

"Do we need to fear the destruction of this planet through a war?" Her voice was filled with her concern her manner had become cautious and fearful. "I would not wish anything to harm our child my love." Her words were as sweet and caressing as his mind was to her mind.

He was immediate to calm her. "We have nothing to fear my love. We will be far away from the madness that will eventually take over this planet and the planet of the Minorits and when that madness finally cultivates into murder, chaos and the total break down of your society. While that is happening; you, our son and myself will be on a small moon on the other side of the Borg universe waiting to return and claim and calm any that survive. That is why you cannot be born just yet my dear. I need your reproductive system completely finished, you see, the one I copied you from had her reproductive organs removed, so she would not bear children. Something I found had been orchestrated by whomever designed her."

"When will you tell me my name my love?" She smiled and floated to the side of the tank and pressed up to the tank and tilted her head. "You have never told me my name. Why?" Verlin had found it odd that when he had created this creature that he would have given her the same name but then when he had discovered that she did not have reproductive organs. He had to do his own manipulations of his DNA sample. In retrospect he had to smile because he had made it possible for M'lar to have a child, this one that was grown in a tank. "You my precious one will be called Melita, which means Daughter of love and beauty in the language of the ancients." He watched her smile hearing her name.

He watched her smile and she pressed against the tank, "I love the name, thank you my love, thank you for allowing me be the one that will bear our children and to proudly stand at your side as your mate." This statement pleased Verlin.

"Time for you to rest and complete your development my love. To sleep with you now." He withdrew his hand and watched her eyes close and once again her mind was in a sleep state. Turning he sighed, he just needed a few more days and she would be complete and they could leave this planet. He had already observed the chaos that was erupting with the inception of so many different emotions from so many different species. If the Star Fleet Science team did not get here soon, this whole planet would be doomed to war, chaos and ending any resemblance to a civilization that thrived on technology.

Shinzon's ship out side the Earth's Moon.

Shinzon looked in disgust upon the Klingon male that towered over several of his officers, grabbing the disrupter from the crewman next to him he shot the Klingon in the chest and growled, "Shoot that out the airlock, what of the others?" There was a chirp over his communication's pin.

"Shuttle bay's Sub Commander Tovar to Admiral Shinzon. Please be advised we have approximately 25 tons of fecal waste with com badges in the middle of Shuttle bay six." It did not take log for Tovar to know the displeasure of the Admiral his scream of frustration could be heard all the way through the ship.

"Find that Klingon Cleric and bring her to me on her knee! If it means we need to send out an attack team then do it! But I want that female in my quarters on my knees kissing my feet!" He stormed from the transporter room leaving his crew to clean up the refuse from the party that was not a part of the ship's shuttle bay. Turning to the nearest Commander, Admiral Shinzon barked out, "I will be in my quarters when she is located bring her to me immediately."

There was an immediate scramble trying to locate the Klingon Cleric and a lot of very nervous crewmembers that did not want to displease the Admiral. However, no matter how they scanned for her signature, she was nowhere to be found. So the scans were run and rerun trying to locate her to bring her to him to force her down on her knees before Admiral Shinzon.

Those unfortunate crewmembers in Shuttle bay six was scrambling to get the smell and the load of crap that had come up and was deposited in their work area. It did not matter how or what means they used, they wanted it out of the shuttle bay and the air cleaned. So using the transporter they located the com badges and transported the mess to the space around them. With the majority of the smell now gone it was a matter of getting the scrubbers out to clean the decking.

Unfortunately, the grating in the areas that the transport was made, had holes in the grating so it was inevitable that the crap had fallen through and was now mingled in with the lines and the wiring and sensors that were a part of that area. To say those crewmembers were having a shitty day was an understatement.

Havoq

Bi'Anka was heading to the shuttle bay, she was going to get a shuttle, find HmfiC and continue with their search for Daedalus line. She was ready to kill something and at this point she did not care what it was as long as it bled and died by her hand. HmfiC found her in the hallway. "Are you ready to continue our mission so we can find that cur Shinzon and slit him from the center of his manhood to his neck?" Bi'Anka had been nice for far too long and it was the smell of blood that filled her at this time.

HmfiC was just as anxious to continue on with their mission, he just needed to make sure M'lar was headed back to Boreth and on safe ground. "We will go back to Boreth first Bi'Anka you must contain that blood lust for now. We must make sure that M'lar is safe and secure in her temple." He turned from the scowl that etched her face. "You need to go and be by her side, I am going to send Toroth and Tork to Toroth's ship and have them help with escort." Bi'Anka was not happy that she would not taste any blood tonight so begrudgingly she went to her mistress's quarters only to find she was on the bridge with K'Ter'r.

Bridge of the Havoq

K'Ter'r had stood to allow her the command chair and she had waved him back down. "I did not come to take command I came to see what we are going to do about the attack by the Romulans. So sit your ass down K'Ter'r and do your job as Captain of this ship." She walked to the sciences station and put in her commands and watched the data appear under the expert manipulations of her fingers over the console.

K'Ter'r sat back on the command chair and barked his orders. "Plot a course to Boreth, set us at warp three, and keep us cloaked until we are within range of the planet. Contact the Cleric and let him know we have the High Cleric and are in bound." K'Ter'r was not about to relax until they were within range of the planet and he could smell the bar on the space station. That was the only time he was about to relax when he was bent over a tankard of Nintie and a plate of pipius claws.

"Really Captain, you know that Pipius Claws give you gaze as much as the gagh. You really wish to torment that much?" There is the runt's voice in his mind. He sighed and leaned back and he was feeling after that soft dinner they had at the President's house he was already feeling his stomach beginning to roil with gas. "See you are starting to build up that noxious flatulence even now. Really? You intend to allow that to just be compounded by your diet?"

"Shut up you little runt! I will do what I want and fart when I feel like it and you will not dictate to me what I can and cannot do!"K'Ter'r had not realized he had growled that out loud and then realized all eyes were on him and a wide berth was being given to the captain just the mention of his gut being disagreeable caused the crew to want to avoid shifts with him. M'lar how ever was not the least bit bothered by his gut or the expulsion to a near nebulous that would be formed bothered her. She was the cleric and her father could probably put K'Ter'r expulsions to shame. She had grow up with such problems.

"Captain can you not ask your friend to try and calm your digestive tract so that you are not terrorizing the crew with your flatulence?" M'lar made it sound like a request but it did sound like an order coming from her. She continued to look at Tactical, then she moved to science and finally she was at navigation. She heard it and sighed, with a wave her hand the smell was dissipated before it could fill the room. She got a lot of grateful stares from the crew, which she did not notice.

Faritili had heard the request and he was desperately trying to navigate his internal organs to get to the root of why he was filling with gas and when he finally found what had caused it he forced it down and gave pressure to K'Ter'r to go and defecate it out. K'Ter'r grumbled, "You might as well come and cover the command chair I have to go to the men's closet." He stood and walked quickly to his war room. M'lar sighed and walked to take her seat on the command chair.

"Admiral, if we may speak, we are grateful you took care of the problem earlier, it would seem some of us do not tolerate any of the Captain's gas well." This was Ga'rant one of the more experienced crewmembers of the ship. M'lar nodded and smiled.

"He does not bother me but I know he can be a bit pungent with his odors. Fear not his companion will make sure he does not release any more foul gas to bother any of you. We need to concentrate on putting as much distance between the Romulan ship and us. Ho'DaK come take command until your captain returns. I will be in my quarters I am exhausted." She bowed to her crew and left them allow the Commander of Tactical to take the command ship, she had a feeling that K'Ter'r would be a while and that no one would be using those private facilities for a while.

Bi'Anka met her as she came off the ship and together they walked to M'lar's quarters. "I suggest you continue to wear my com badge M'lar until we get back to Boreth then we will see if that worthless Bajoran can get something a little more secure from the Abbraths. I personally do not think we need to have any more contact with them and allow that Star Fleet group to handle any requests they may have from this point on."

M'lar nodded slowly. "I agree, all I want Bi'Anka is to sleep for about a day. I have never felt this much exhaustion and I do not know why I am this exhausted. I suppose it was being nice when I wanted to gut some of those I was in contact with and I can assurre you that one of those that I wanted to gut was Shinzon, he was so insufferable."

Bi'Anka had to agree with her mistress." Why not go on and lay down while I secure your quarters." M'lar disappeared into her slumber chambers leaving Bi'Anka to secure her quarters and to take up her position where she felt she belonged and that was guarding her mistress at her door.