2392 AD
Lursa, a lady of the House of Duras, which had once been among the most powerful Great Houses of the Klingon Empire, sat in her command chair on the bridge of her marauder vessel and scratched behind the ears of the targ at her feet as she eyed with satisfaction the image on the viewscreen: A cargo freighter hanging in space, crippled by the marauder's weapons and ripe for plucking.
She looked around at her eager crew, not Klingons like herself and her sister, B'Etor, who stood at her side at this very moment, but a mixed assortment of humans, Nausicaans, and Ktarians. Looking up at B'Etor, she said "You will lead the main boarding party."
B'Etor grinned, joyful at the opportunity to be at the forefront of battle. "I hope they make a good fight of it," she said, fingering her knife and disruptor gun. Both of them were aware that many other Klingons would call them dishonorable cowards. They cared not. In their own eyes, they were truer Klingons, living free, taking what they wanted wherever they went, making their own laws.
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His ribs aching from where the last disruptor barrage from the pirates had jolted him violently to the deck of the bridge of the freighter he commanded, Captain Simon Rogers swore as the technical read-out on the screen in front of him told him the shield were inactive. He turned to address those members of the crew still conscious on the smoke-filled bridge in time to see the light of transporter beams solidify into B'Etor and three others of her pirate crew, all armed with phasers and disruptors. In a move he would later view as foolhardy, Simon made to lunge at the Klingon female, only for her to sneer as she brought her weapon to bear on him, and pulled the trigger mechanism.
But scarcely had a second gone by before B'Etor's look of vicious glee turned to one of pure bafflement as the burst of emerald death spat from her gun halted in mid-air, then simply vanished before it could ever hit its' target. "What the hell?" one raider muttered as his gun also proved useless.
"ghuy'cha'!" B'Etor exclaimed furiously as her hand whipped to the handle of her knife and liberated it from its' sheath. However, before anyone could make a further move, something even more extraordinary happened: She, along with those who had beamed over with her, disappeared in a sudden burst of white light, leaving her weapons and clothes in a pile...along with four infants, all of whom instantly commenced bawling uncontrollably. Simon and his crew exchanged glances, all equally bewildered by this turn of events.
"I have never seen anything like this before," said the Bolian navigator.
From B'Etor's communicator issued a voice: "B'Etor, report status! What is the situation? This is Lursa, please respond n -" Lursa's voice abruptly cut off then, to be replaced by a baby's gurgling.
"The same thing's happened over there," Simon muttered. "But why?"
Then a new voice spoke, light and feminine, and echoing as though from a great distance: "Because of me." It was a voice that Simon knew well, just as he knew the young, blonde-haired, delicate-featured woman who appeared a second later in a bright flash. "Hey, little bro," she said, smiling at Simon. "Long time no see."
"Amanda!" Simon exclaimed. "My God, this is great!" Saying this, he approached her and enfolded her in an enthusiastic hug. "Guys," he said as he turned to his crew, "I'd like you to meet Amanda, my sister...well, my adoptive sister. She just saved us."
"But...how?" asked an Arcturan crewman.
Amanda answered him. "Because I'm actually a member of the Q Continuum. You see, my parents - That is my real parents - were Q who took human form. After they died, Simon's parents adopted me. Simon was born six years later. I didn't find out what I really was until twenty-three years ago, when I first began manifesting my powers. It was a hard choice, but I had to move to the Continuum." She smiled at her brother. "Even so, I mever forgot my human family. So I decided to drop by. Lucky for you I did, huh?"
Simon returned her smile, then looked at the three crying infants on the deck. "The question now is, what to do with these, plus the rest on the other ship?"
Amanda approached and knelt down in front of the Klingon baby that had been B'Etor. "They have no memories of their adult lives now. It's not right to punish them for anything they did. Maybe the Federation can find new, loving homes for them?" She laughed as she stroked the tiny ridges on B'Etor's forehead. "And you have to admit, they are kind of cute this way." She snapped her fingers then, and in a flash all the battle damage on the bridge simply vanished. "There, I've just fixed your ship for you good as new."
The first officer, a human woman named Tabitha, examined a read-out on a console, her eyes widening with amazement. "It's true...all systems are fully restored. Not a single sign of any damage anywhere! Hey, Amanda, you looking for a job? We could really use someone like you!"
Amanda glowed from the praise, but then a sadder expression came over her. "I'm afraid I can only stay a little while before I have to return to the Continuum. It's part of the condition." She looked at her brother and smiled again. "But while I am here, you and me are going to have fun, bro. I tell you what, after we've taken care of all the kids on the other ship, how about we drop in on Mom and Dad? It'd be great for us all to be together again."
Simon needed only a moment to consider her offer. It had been a while since he'd last seen his parents. "I think this is gonna be one very memorable family reunion."
If you're curious about how the Duras sisters are still alive, please check out Daughters of Dishonor: Lursa and B'Etor for an explanation.