Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, I'm just having some fun.

Rating: 'M' for later chapters and also cuz I want to be on the safe side.

Pairing: B'Elanna Torres and Seven of Nine 9 (of course)

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AN: All the Klingon words I have refered from .com and the dictionary provided there. A few words that I could not find, I made up.

AN 2: Sorry, I said that I would post in a day or two but took a lot more than that. The reason being that I had my LLB 2nd Semister exams coming on so I had to buckle down and study. But I finished with those today so here's the next chappy!

AN3: I posted this once but forgot to add the disclaimers so plz excuse my mistake.

Chapter 3:-

Seven stood facing the gargantuan statue of the patron of the Klingon people and their culture. The Amulet responsible for the Admiral's death, hung limp around her neck by a leather cord. It was one of the few times when Seven found herself truly nervous and bordering on scared.

Thinking back to those few times when she had felt these same feelings, only on different levels, her mind flooded with memories so vivid, it was as if the events occurred merely days ago rather than years.

She remembered her first true brush with these feelings when her cortical node had begun to fail, the first time she met the Borg children, her first visit to the Federation that she could remember, her first posting on a ship other than Voyager, her first Command... the list went on. But for each of these times, her adoptive mother, Katherine Janeway had always been there beside her, offering comfort, wisdom and a mother's undying love.

Today for the first time, she could not seek that comfort, wisdom and love and that more than anything terrified her. For the first time in a long time, even in a crowd, she felt that she was alone.

With a deep sigh, Seven shook herself out of these thoughts and concentrated completely on the task at hand. Another deep breath, Seven began chanting.

~Nob telDu' Daq wIj mu'mey,

Kev'lan, SoS vo' Kathless HoSghaj,

Duy vo' poH, Qoy mIj tlhobtaHghach,

jIH 'uch Arklan'th vo' poH,

Nob qul je hartaHghach Daq mIj neH,

jIH nob dochvammey nobmey daHjaj,

Vaj vetlh lojmlt vo' poH,

DIchDaq taH poSmaHpu'.

Quv ToDta'

Ruv NobHa'pu'

QorDu' Cheghtu'

No jIH chugh SoH wIv,

TIqDaq HoSna' tu'lu',

WIj tIq ghaH teH.~

"Give wings to my words,

Kev'lan, mother of Kathless the Almighty,

Angel of Time; hear my prayer,

I hold the Amulet of Time,

Give fire and faith to my desire,

I offer these sacrifices today,

So that the door of time shall be opened.

Honour Redeemed

Justice Restored

Family Returned

Judge me if you choose,

Real power is in the Heart,

My heart is true."

As Seven spoke the final words to her heartfelt prayer, Michael and Resse unsheathed their Daq'tags as one and drove the ritual blades straight through their own hearts. Moments passed as the twins' life slowly ended in their sacrifices and their soulless bodies fell at Kathless's feet.

With tears of pain and desperation in her eyes, Seven unleashed an almighty howl to Sto'vo'kor, to warn Heaven of the arrival of two brave and selfless souls. As her howl echoed in the cavern, Seven felt rather than heard the beginning of an insistent beat of what sounded like battle drums of old.

At first it was faint, but within a few minutes the thrumming grew in volume until Seven could feel her very bones vibrating with every sonic boom that the drums released. She fell to her knees, clutching her head due to the onset of a migraine letting out another howl, one of pain.

Then all went black.