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AN: - My very first story, so plz be kind but honest. Thank you Biggest-Baddest-Wolf for ur gr8 review. It is most definitely a T/7 fic. The plot just needs time to build. Thanx once again.

Chapter 2:-

"Captain Seven, we are entering Earth's upper orbit. Starfleet Command has given their clearance to transport the prisoners into their custody." said the Ops officer on the bridge.

"Make it so Mr. Stevens," Seven ordered, feeling a vindictive satisfaction knowing that the admiral's 'murderers' were soon going to be punished, "and prepare my shuttle for flight. Have Admiral Janeway's coffin loaded in it. I will handle this myself."

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Seven could barely keep herself composed through the entire funeral ceremony. Her mind was continuously bombarded by memories, some good some bad.

The funeral itself was a small and private affair attended by Phoebe Janeway, her two children and a few handful of Voyager's crewmembers that were still alive.

Slowly, one by one, all left after shedding their tears and paying their respects. All except one.

"We somehow always end up alone don't we Kathryn?" Seven asked, not expecting an answer. After a few minutes even she had to leave, with a silent promise of completing Kathryn Janeway's last mission.

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When Seven entered her small cottage that she used every time she returned to Earth, she immediately knew that someone had been there. Entering her bedroom, Seven found a data crystal on her pillow. Placing it in her computer's data port Kathryn Janeway's visage greeted her.

"Hello Seven. If you are reading this then I know that you have just returned from my funeral. Please forgive my nephew and niece for breaking into your home to leave this for you, but it was necessary and they did this for me. They know all about what I have been upto and they have been assisting me in my life's last mission. I did NOT want to include them, considering what this ritual entails.

But damn their Janeway stubbornness, they finally managed to convince me. So if you agree to do this mission for me, please don't hesitate to take their offered assistance. Read the attached file, it contains all the instructions. Michael and Resse will contact you in 2 days.

Goodbye Seven, you were the daughter never had and you have no idea how proud I am of you. Good luck."

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As the message had said, the Janeway siblings indeed contacted Seven 2 days later. After reading up on the ritual, Seven realized why Janeway had been against the children joining her. Seven, herself was very hesitant but deep down she knew that it just HAD to be done.

So after months of researching and planning, here they stood, outside the Ritual Cave of the Klingon Empires most sacred religious site. It was the cave where it is said that Kathless was born.

Entering the spacious caravan, they soon found the temple's inner sanctum. It was lit by real wooden torches that hung on the walls and oil lamps that hung from the ceiling. In the very centre was a 20 foot tall stone statue of a grave looking klingon in ancient battle armor. It had a 16 foot tall stone bathleth by its side.

Without a word all three of them went to work, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon them. Seven proceeded to draw the ritualistic circle around the grand statue of Kathless.

The circle had to be in the blood of those who were to perform the ritual. Seven went about in a circle painting the ground in hers, Michael's and Resse's blood along with symbols and words in a dialect that was long dead and passed from the halls of knowledge.

Michael and Resse were busy preparing their bathleths and traditional klingon armor. Soon all three of them changed into their respective attire. The siblings in klingon armor and Seven in a flowing blood red robe.

Seven stood 20 feet away facing the statue while Michael stood 10 feet equidistant from Seven and the statue to her left. Resse was positioned as his mirror image on Seven's right. With everything ready, Seven began chanting in Klingonese.