A Warrior Divided: Sara Katang

There is a warrior in us all no matter what the race, face, age, or gender but this isn't about this world. No this is about a world far from our reach and only in the dreams of one person. This is the story of a warrior torn between two world and darn near torn in two. This is one women's struggle to find herself and one family's dream of glory. This is the life story of Sara Katang.

Chapter One: The Beginning

There is once in a life time that a warrior goes in search of oneself in a way that not only defines nature but the plausible. When one knows one's name but doesn't know one's own history then there is bound to be some sort of searching going on. Mother should have known that when father died that I would go searching for the missing half. She should have known that I would have questions that only an outsider could answer. Therefore I leaving her to peruse my own dreams and still be connected to my people should not have come any surprise to her. I was 25 when I left and that in itself was something of a journey. Let me share with you that journey…

I remember the sky was black and for weeks I had been working for a master black smith as an appetence for weeks and still found it wanting. I knew it was going to go no were because I am female and therefore seen as week by the merchants but a force to be recon with by the males that knew me. I knew how to forge a Bat'leth that not only was light in weight but deadly in force. My master was pleased and often gave me his loyal clients that were protectors of the Chancellor. My mom said I was going to be great and that there was going to be much honor brought to the house of Katang from my works….I wish I could have believed her, but I didn't.

I went searching for my place to take out my aggression. First I turned to the streets to the thugs and to seek a bonding there but there was nothing. Then I went to the stars to the ships….still nothing. Then I listened to the merchants looking for opportunities to grow. I had given up hope and had give up almost completely but then one day I over heard my Master and a merchant client of his from off world talk about Starfleet and how they were now willing to accept Klingons. I saw this as an opportunity to not only grow but also leave behind the shackles that this planet has put on me since birth. I was not only mad at it for taking my father away but also for taking away any hope of me becoming like my father just because I am a women.

The look on my mother's face when I told her that in two days I was going to get shipped to Earth to begin training to be on a Starship I will never forget. She was excited, confused, surprised, and worried all at the same time. She was also wounded…I told her I would visit as often and as much as I can, but still she was being left alone all over again. Just like when I was taken away when father died in an attempt to see if my mother would fall apart and sir come to the demands of the people who killed him but she didn't and then I escaped and came back to her.

This was different for she knew that I was going into unknown territory not only for the family but also for the Empire. I had the weight of the whole Empire and the whole world on my shoulders. Starfleet expected just as much as I had promised them and even more for to them I am KLINGON. She made sure that everything was in order and helped me prepare for off world travel. I had never traveled out of the world before so this was all new to me but she had and she knew what to do. I felt helpless and scared but I knew I had to do it. I KNEW that if I stayed here I would be nothing, but leaving would make me stronger and make me everything that a warrior should be. (To be continued….)