Chapter 5

M'lar stood in the chambers of the ages. She looked around at the well-loved safe zone she had known her entire life. There was a sense of resolution to the set of her shoulders. "My lady the human female from Star Fleet is in your quarters awaiting you." Q'alaQuin , M'lar's personal assistant stepped quietly into the room. She had not wished to disturb her mistress in her hour of distress. She had returned late after meeting with HmfiC in the interrogation room.

M'lar had sat passively watching HmfiC do what he did best and that was coerce information from an uncooperative subject. The howls of pain moved past her and she stood and studied her nails and looked back at the five men that had tried to kidnap her. One had already expired and had been taken from the room. "I will be in meditation in my temple when you are done my lord HmfiC. She had turned shot her dispassionate gaze over the three that were awaiting HmfiC's special treatment. Pausing by the apparent leader, she smiled.

Bending over she had given him a nice view of her cleavage. Whispering softly in his ear she spoke, "Be glad I am not using what my god divined to me at birth to get what I want. Had I the opportunity I would have taken your mind apart and put it back together so that even your own mother would not have recognized you." Rising she let her fingertips dance over his face in a gentle caress. "Fail to answer his questions and then I will be allowed to sift through your thoughts and I will know what I want." Lifting his chin she placed a chaste light kiss on his lips.

Sighing softly, she turned and walked from the room and smiled, she already took what she wanted and knew who was behind this assault. She would go to her chambers and send Janae to bring the traitor to her and deal with him personally. Humming softly from the recent Klingon Opera she had watched via digital relay from Qo'noS something for which she had a guilty pleasure.

Entering her privatorium she found Janae once again laying across her bed, his eyes fixed to a spot on the vaulted ceilings. "You know a few mirrors, some nice landscape pictures and a few drapes would do this room wonders and make it more comfortable." He rolled from his back to his stomach and glanced at her standing in the open door way, leaning against the side of the door, her ankles crossed, her arms crossed over her chest with her head tilted.

"What remotely makes you think I care about comfort in my personal quarters?" She continued to hold her pose and study him, he rolled to his back and hung his head off the end of her bed and smiled.

"You know from this position you look like you are upside down? Plus with her arms crossed like that makes your boobs pop up higher and they look like they are about to fall out of your top, should you really be standing like that?' He wanted to get under her skin. All he managed to do was make her smile.

"You think I care?" She spoke softly and pushed off of the door and walked further into the room. Going to her terminal she clicked a couple of buttons. Ignoring him as he watched her cross the room.

"You really don't have the panache to pull of that little maneuver you know? Where you just look awkward standing there so nonchalantly, I make it look natural and good." Doing a backwards flip off her bed he landed on his feet moved to the door and assumed the same position she had stood in and waited for her to turn and look at him. "See, you are too tense and way too top heavy to give it a total don't give a crap look like me." He smiled that roguishly handsome smile.

M'lar continued to key in buttons on her con panel, navigating her hands over the top of the panel. Continuing to ignore him, which he thought he was being clever and glib trying to get her to smile or throw something at him. "M'lar look at me, did you even hear what I said?" He pushed off the doorframe and noticed she was ignoring him and more engrossed in what she was manipulating on the con panel. Walking to her side he saw she was transferring funds into one of his accounts and it was a sizeable amount.

"Far be it from me to interfere with your work here, I take it you have another assignment and I am not going to like it from the size of those funds you just transferred." He leaned over her shoulder and clicked the transfer button watching the amount decrease her balance very little if at all. "So?" He plopped his chin to her shoulder and sniffed her hair. "Oh and you need a bath and wash your hair it smells like the Hoch."

M'lar elbowed him off her shoulder spun around and walked to the panel that would open to her changing room. "I just sent the orders to your ship under code, you need to get on that and hold off on what you can find on K'Ter'r. I need this done yesterday." She called back to him from her changing room.

M"lar could go out and change in front of Janae for all the interest he had in her as a desirable female. To her he was like an instrument that held some emotional value much as a sibling and to him she was nothing more than a rich relative that would be able to provide him what he wanted. He had learned early in his business you never 'petered the payroll." If you did you did not get paid, besides they did not have that kind of sexual tension for that to ever be a problem. She was Klingon and he was Bajoran.

They both knew that Janae had his interests tied in with someone else and she was always by his side. Whereas, Janae knew M'lar would never want to be with any other species but her own and that had not happened. She was married to her job. Which for him paid well and kept him in runabouts and lots of women and booze if he needed it.

M'lar walked out dressed in a simple robe of her office and walked to her bed to fall back on its hard surface and close her eyes. "I am tired Janae, I am so friggin tired and I am mad but right now I am too tired to work up enough energy to be mad, so go and be a good little Privateer and bring me this idiot that wanted to use me as a pawn in his slave trading games."

"Sure thing babe, but before I go I just wanted you to know that Jennings agent just went through her facial reconstructions and I have the first images of her and frankly for a human she does make a good duplicate of you, she could be your doppelganger my dear." He watched her turn her head and face him with a modicum of interest.

"Thank you, I will keep that in mind if ever I want to slip away from the Havok and do some of my own exploring with you. She can take my place. From what I read she hates me and she does not even know me." She did not sound disappointed just resigned to the fact she was going on a ship with a Captain that resented her around a crew that would be scared of her with a federation under cover agent that hated her and might try to slip poison in her drink or food or a knife in her back or cut her throat when she slept.

Janae turned to her terminal and made a few clicks of the buttons and transferred a document from his ship to her personal data bank. "If you are interested I just transferred what I have on her to your computer. For what it is worth M'lar she might have good reason to hate the Klingons. They killed half her family and she was left with a stuff shirt of a father that happens to be the head of Star Fleet. So consider that before you judge her."

M'lar threw herself over on the bed and laid face down into the coverlet that rested skewed on her bed. Speaking into the hard thin mattress she said, "She should before judging all of us get to know us first. I will give her a chance if she allows me a chance. Not all humans are great and wonderful and have been a bit of a problem for a lot of Klingon. Just as I don't judge her entire race by their actions I hope she has enough intelligence to at least hold her judgment until she has something other than past history to base it."

She heard him activate his transport pin and waited for the air to settle from the disturbance of the molecules being shifted to be reformed later. It always had given her a feeling of static in the air and made the hair on her arms stand on end. Planting her palms down on the bed, she pushed her self up from the bed and stood. This was going to be a long night and she was going to have to prepare for this meeting with the human female.

Curiosity got the better of her and she walked to the vid panel and plugged in Janae's information. She waited as the image came into view and she sat back. There were slight subtle differences but she had the same color hair, eyes and of course the one attribute that M'lar had become well known for, her amply endowed breasts and her tiny stature. "Computer transfer image to the larger screen in my temple please. M'lar pushed from the control panel and walked out of her room.

Walking to her temple room she took her position on her alter and commanded, "Display last transmission." The image came into view and she studied it sitting back on her chair. She bridged her fingers together and studied the petite image in front of her. "Display image in human form." The image shifted and the image of Margo Jennings appeared on the screen and a hint of an idea filled M'lar's mind and she smiled.

"Really M'lar, I thought I gave you more credit than vanity. Shift image back to Klingon." Her father stomped into the room and studied the image on the screen then looked at his daughter. "Remarkable for a human to so closely resemble you is it not?" He walked up the stairs to stand by her chair and look from her to the image in front of them.

"Actually not really father, I always assumed there was a reason you had kept her mother alive and near you all these years and now I know why. She is sister to me in part is she not? You took from her mother's genetics the very thing that she had kept hidden for so many years and that was she was actually Klingon and her daughter has the blood of a Klingon in her veins."

She had suspected it for years when she had discovered her mother was actually an under cover agent that had been planted on earth and allowed to have a family life and needed to get close to the head of Star Fleet. Where she actually gave birth to Margo, lived her life among the very people that had caused so much pain for her people, she had been placed in a life of a woman that had been an ambassador to the Klingon Empire and was killed in a terrorist attack.

Keeping her death a secret through the inside channels of the Borethian Empire, had been easy enough especially when it was discovered that Ashira bore a resemblance to the very same woman that had been there to offer peace between the people. "You have a sister and you must try to work with her and help her past her hatred daughter, she will be there in what she believes is as an advisor for you and the Star Fleet Administration. Under no circumstances is she to find out your mother, her mother is alive."

M'lar sighed and sat back looking once again as her sister and shook her head. "It is sad all she wanted was to have her mother there to watch her grow up and instead she was to become a political pawn in the game of intrigue and espionage." M'lar sometimes found her position to be unenviable. "She has no idea she is related to me does she Father?" She glanced to her father who studied the half human half Klingon on the vid screen.

In his eyes she saw the truth of it all, she saw what even she had not realized she saw that she was more than half Klingon, she was her sister her twin. "You bastard! How did you do it!" She had never felt so much anger in her life as she had at this moment and to have been separated from a part of her self that she was now just learning the full truth of it and it was upsetting. Pushing up from her chair she spun around the outrage and anger filling her as she studied her father's bent head.

"YOU manipulated her genetics just as you had mine! How could you pass that child off as human? If she is a part of me, how could you possibly have managed to get a child into that house that was not human?"

Her father turned and looked at the image of the daughter he had to watch and love from a distance, a daughter that was to make that buffoon that had courted his woman as a life mate and made a child with her. "The truth of it all daughter is the same clerics that brought back Kahless did this, and that embryo that was a part of you, was isolated and placed in your mother, with some minor alterations." Their technology was so far advanced from earth's that most of what they had been kept secret for years. When the opportunity came to get an operative on the inside he with much regret had sent his wife to do the job.

M'lar if she could cry would have thrown one of the biggest temper tantrums in her entire life. She had thought she was special and unique but lonely. She knew that somewhere in this universe there was a part of her missing and she could not put a finger on it. Growing up she had always felt a part of her was missing.

Now as she stood in the center of the chamber of ages and she felt her heart being ripped apart, in a few moments she would go into a room that held her other part that had been missing. "Child, she has her purpose just as you have yours and now the time has come that you will share that purpose together." The deep base voice of her grandfather Kahless filtered around the room and she felt his strong arms surround her.

Her personal assistant having not received an acknowledgement from her mistress knew she had heard her and turned to leave. As she walked through the arches she bowed to the large man that was the clone to the god that all had revered as Kahless the Unforgettable.

This was the representative; the mighty warrior that had become a symbol and then god for her people. The one her mistress had called Grandfather from the time she could speak. He was where he needed to be at this moment because M'lar's trepidation and insecurities were flooding the chamber with her pheromones and it was unsettling for any other Klin to be around.

M'lar hugged her grandfather and kissed his cheek. "I love you and you will be one I miss the most when I am gone Grandpapa." Her voice had fallen soft and she had laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. The emotion she was feeling at the time was over whelming her.

"The time will pass quickly my sweet one and soon enough you will be back where you belong. You will be a lot wiser, more mature and ready to face the duties the empire has for you. For that you will be grateful and so will I. Now go see your sister. At least you do not go and face this alone?" He returned to kiss to her forehead, gave her another hug then pushed her on to the archway. He stood back and watched her go from his view.

"You old devil, you know how important you are to her?" T'L'th stepped from the rear of the chamber; he had come upon their intimate moment and was not going to interrupt it for anything in the world. "I hope I know what I am doing." He stood next to the grizzled old warrior and sighed deeply.

"I hope you do too, it's a very big and very dangerous world you are sending her into without any knowledge of how others may view her. She has a hard enough time with those that do know her." The old man that had grown tired from the many ages he had spent reviewing what his life had been turned to peer at the greying old warrior at his side. "You are soft T'L'th does not mean your daughters have to be too. Besides you are sending her out there with her sister."

T'l'th sighed and nodded, "What one can't handle the other will and hopefully they will bond and unite the house again and she and Margo can come home to their mother."

"They had better if not I will hold you responsible for their lives for the rest of yours and I will make it a living Klingon hell for you." Ashira walked into the room stepping up to the two male warriors and kissed her husband's cheek with a smile.

"If anyone could make your life a miserable existence son, it is this one so pray to me that her daughters do not come to harm and if they do it will be an honorable death. After all you could make two more like her." He had said this tongue and cheek. As soon as he said it, he felt his ear pinched and held between a thumb and finger with pressure slowly being applied. "Oww Ashira, I was just kidding! Let go."

T'L'th chuckled and felt his ear snatched, the small woman with long flowing blond hair smiled and closed her thumb and finger over her husband's ear. "I just want you to know I have not forgotten this was your idea." Releasing her hold she turned and her long gown of silvery and black material that hugged her figure like a second skin moved around her ankles as she walked away.

"If I was not busy I would take that woman by force back to our chambers and remind her who is the one in charge in this family." He had spoken softly into Kahless' ear. From the entrance to the private quarters Ashira turned and smiled.

"You might find that you don't want the truth of that statement my love. I hold the power between my legs and have you where I wish you." She turned with a soft whoosh of the door as it closed behind her exit from the room.

Kahless laughed and elbowed T'L'th and shook his head. "No truer words were spoken my son, no truer words were spoken."

M'lar made her entrance into her privatorium by a secret passage, dressing simply in her robes of state she knew she looked impressive with the glitter and shine of the headgear she wore which resembled a giant bird rising from the flames with a betleh held in its talons and the scrolled initials of T'L'th embossed on the betleh. Trailing from the center of the headpiece was five yards of shear material that when spread out held the Klingon Emblem in jewel tones sew into the part that drug across the floor.

Wearing three-inch heels on her thigh high boots, the jacket she wore split up the sides to reveal the boots and her knives that were tucked into the boots and strapped to her thigh. The jacket sparkled and caught the light, the front was split open to her naval and she knew she was on display and she showed she was not afraid to show what she had been gifted with by birth. Cinched at her waist she wore a belt that carried the name House of T'L'th in golden ink. Her attitude was as it always had been when she wore the uniform of her office. Coldly professional.

Standing on that dais she looked down at the small female in simple Klingon tunic, pants and ankle boots. M'lar felt an instant connection but she knew it was because she knew who this little arrogant chit was to her. She stood with arms crossed and waiting for the great and powerful Cleric to speak. "Margo Jennings I presume." Her words were spoke with a precision and no emotion just made as a statement.

"Yes." Was a simple and unimpressed reply.

"Follow me." Was the staccato reply, M'lar stepped forward and down the stairs dragging the train behind her so that a full view of her decorative hair piece could been seen and admired. She stepped next to the woman and glanced at her then sighed. "That will never do if you are to be with me." She walked past the woman and into the hallway to wait for two servants to come up and remove the head piece. When it was removed, the hair that had been piled under tumbled down over her shoulders to lay to her waist and brush her hips.

"Ahh much better, that thing gives me a headache every time I have to wear it. Come along we need to get you in a uniform befitting a Klingon guardsman that is assigned to my entourage." On silent footfalls the shadowy figure of Bi'Anka fell in behind the two women.

M'lar watched as Margo shifted her weight preparing to go into combat stance the moment she heard Bi'Anka behind them. "Relax she has been with us since you entered the chamber to my temple. She only let you know she was there as we approached my private quarters because she desired it." She immediately felt the resentment come over missing Bi'Anka's presence. "Relax human, if she did not wish you to know she was there she would never have given you the opportunity to know it until your throat was slit."

"Something I understand your kind are good at doing to those of an innocent nature." She muttered softly and received for her nasty comment a low growl that was almost feral and animalistic.

"Careful Captain Jennings the one you insult is no normal Klin female she comes from a very special blend of Klin and wolf people we call Volkarian. She does not take insults lightly and she only kills those she knows deserves to die." The door opened to allow them entry to the private quarters that had been assigned as M'lar's socializing room. Speaking over her shoulder to the three servants that stood poised ready to get whatever their mistress wanted stood straighter as M'lar spoke softly, "Bring this one a uniform befitting a second in command to my guard, also send for Do'Vka and Tork, they need to meet the newest member of my entourage."

They bowed and disappeared into the interior of the room. Turning M'lar nodded to Bi'Anka who walked to the window that overlooked the tranquil looking garden below. Resting her body against the window's frame, she waited, muscles tense and watched. She said nothing but those eyes watched everything as they traveled the room and the gardens below.

From the distant wall a soft sound of a thunk was heard and Bi'Anka barked, "Down! Now!' She then flipped over the second story seal and was gone from sight. For M'lar before the deadly dart could make it through the window the security shield was activated, she dove towards Margo hitting her hard and knocking her to the floor as a barrage of disrupter fire hit the security shield deflecting the deadly fire. A large explosion rent the air with a deafening sound and M'lar knew the shields were down and now they were vulnerable.