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Chapter 7*
The following morning aboard Deep Space 9, Captain Sisko found himself in a tense situation as he faced an unusually stern Captain Picard and a visibly upset Lieutenant Commander Beverly Crusher. They had received the report of the children's return and the astonishing revelations regarding their survival and development on Golana's past. The air was thick with tension as Picard's eyebrow arched at the mention of a pregnant Molly and her's and Jack's newfound shinobi status.
"I want to know everything," Picard said, his voice low and measured. "How did they end up in the past, and how did they survive? This is not a game, Captain."
"The ancient ruins have an unknown technology that reacted to the Veridian II kids own bio energy and activated a portal that had sent them back in time to at least three centuries back, as they did intercepted many transmissions from The Earth's twenty-first century as well as transmissions from many races from many worlds. The history department of the federation is treating their records as a treasure chest of invaluable knowledge." Captain Sisko began, his hands clasped behind his back as he paced the ready room.
"According to Molly and Jack reports, it took them about a bit more then a year of receiving Naruto's chakra for them to develop their own chakra system. After that they seem to have quickly learned how to use it, much like a baby learning how to crawl and then walking." Sisko said, trying to ease the tension in the room.
Beverly's expression softened slightly as she nodded, "I've examined them all, and indeed, they have a functioning chakra system. It's not entirely unlike the bio-neural circuits of a Borg drone, but it's organic and tied to their DNA. It's a phenomenon I've never encountered before, and it seems to have no adverse effects on them or the baby."
"which means that chakra can be shared and disseminated, but the question is how many species can receive it without adverse effects. But we will talk about the ramifications of this discovery later, my son and grandchild are my priority mow, specially with my chronically inheritable diseases. Beverly what can you tell about Jack and the baby, did they inherited my Shalaft and Irumodic syndrome?" Picard asked, his voice a mix of hope and concern.
"So far, the medical scans show no signs of the Shalaft or Irumodic syndromes in either Jack or the baby. It seems that the chakra has somehow protected them or even corrected any potential genetic flaws," Beverly said, her voice filled with a mix of amazement and relief.
"Did either Bashir or you scanned to know the baby gender?" Sisko asked, breaking the silence that had fallen after Beverly's revelation.
Beverly nodded. "Yes, it's a boy. And from what I can tell, he's perfectly healthy, thanks to the unique properties of the chakra."
"Chief O'Brien... when do you wish to marry our children?" Picard asked Miles, his tone a mix of seriousness and shock, as he tried to process the events that had unfolded.
Miles looked at Keiko, who nodded gently, "We thought maybe next Thursday? We know it's a bit sudden, but we figured the sooner the better, considering the circumstances." He paused, swallowing hard. "But of course, it's entirely up to you, Captain Picard. This is your family as much as it is ours."
Picard's gaze drifted to the floor for a brief moment before meeting Miles'. "Thursday will be fine. The fleet will be busy with the ongoing Romulan situation, so it will be a small, private ceremony." He took a deep breath. "I... I can't believe I'm about to be a grandfather," he murmured, his eyes misting slightly.
"None of us did expect it, but as you know time travel and temporal mechanics are a difficult matter, and it won't be long before the temporal agents come to sort this mess out." Beverly said, looking at Picard with sympathy.
"Be it as it is, what should we do with them? They skipped ten years of proper education, are about to start parenthood and they grew isolated, with only each other to talk to and socialize. They have developed deep bounds, and were forced to sharpen their instincts to survive, as Golana might not have much in terms of wild predators now, but three centuries ago, it would have been the kill or be killed way of life." Major Kira Nerys from Bajor said as she got in the room followed by Worf and general Martok.
"We have already discussed this with Starfleet Command. They will be enrolled in a special program at the academy designed to help them catch up with their peers while also honing their unique abilities," Sisko responded, his eyes never leaving Picard. "Their integration into society will be handled with care. We have counselors and support systems in place for situations like these."
"Counselor Troi is already on her way to speak with them," Picard said, his voice steady. "Diana has a way with young minds, and she'll help them navigate the emotional turmoil of returning to a world that has moved on without them."
Turning to Worf and Martok, he continued, "But as for their physical abilities, I'd like to request your assistance. Their survival on Golana speaks of a high level of combat proficiency. Could you both gauge their martial skills and provide them with the necessary training to integrate into Starfleet security or the M.A.C.O?"
"The Military Assault Command Operations? Jean Luc are you serious?" Beverly Crusher raised a concerned eyebrow at Picard's proposal.
"Very serious," Picard said, his gaze unwavering. "The MACO are one of the few organizations within Starfleet that the Klingons highly respect. Their integration into such a program would not only offer them the training they need, but also provide a bridge between our cultures, fostering mutual respect and understanding."
"Indeed, Captain Picard," Martok said with a firm nod. "Their skills could be a valuable asset to the MACO. I shall oversee their training personally. They will learn the ways of honor and strength that we Klingons hold dear, and in return, they will share their shinobi knowledge."
"We do not know if a klingon mught be able to develop their own chakra general, as although our races are humanoid ones, there are significant differences in physiology." Keiko said, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
"Agreed," Martok said, his gruff voice rumbling in the room. "But the concept of blending our martial traditions with theirs could yield unexpected results. It is a challenge I am willing to undertake."
"If that's agreeable with everyone, then I suggest that the young ones move back to the Earth, as there will be way more space and freedom to train them. And I heard that Naruto found a relative on Earth, how can this be possible?" Sisko inquired, his curiosity peaked.
The door to the ready room slid open, and in walked a tall, enigmatic figure dressed in a Starfleet uniform with an insignia that none of the present officers had ever seen. "Ah, Captain Sisko, I believe we have much to discuss," the figure said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of knowledge. "I am Temporal Agent Daniels. I've been sent to oversee this... delicate situation."
The room grew quiet as Captain Sisko nodded, gesturing for the agent to take a seat. "Delicate situation indeed," he murmured. "Can you explain to us how these children ended up here, and what it means for the timeline?"
"As a temporal agent I can't reveal too much, but suffice to say that Naruto, his friends and future children have many adventures ahead of them, and in many of them time travel is involved. But I can tell that when Deep Space Station K-13 disappeared from the 23rd century, it end up millenniums in the past, it's crew and the klingons onboard have come to a truce and corroborated with each other, they managed to create a small warp drive for two shuttles, and one of these shuttles and up on Naruto's world. The other... I can't tell it's fate now, but I will in a few years... To make a long story short, when James Tiberius Kirk's Enterprise left K-13 it took some of it's crew back to the Earth, so Kanami Uzumaki is a descendant of the K-13 crew, just like Naruto is from a sibling of Kanami's ancestor." Daniels explained, his eyes flickering with the weight of his words.
The revelation hit Picard like a phaser shot to the chest. "What? That means... Naruto's people are a mix of Klingon and Human?"
"They are. As you know since the Khitomers accords there have been many cases of hybrid children been born from both sides, So for a group of people from both sides to be stranded in a planet for thousands of years, it's only natural for both races to have become one." Daniels said calmly, his eyes never leaving Picard.
The room was silent as everyone digested this new information. Picard nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of what Daniels was saying. "We must proceed with caution then. Their unique heritage could be a bridge between our people, or a source of conflict."
"Warriors of many old houses, united by fate and thrived for centuries, mingling and creating their own houses... perhaps we can convince Klingon high council to agreed to the creation of a new house." Martok suggest it to Worf who nodded in approval. "This could indeed be a significant step in our alliance, a true blending of cultures," he added.
A week later, Naruto and friends were back to the Earth, and in Japan as they were settling into their new routine, Kanami received a message from the most unexpected of places. The Klingon High Council had dispatched a special delegation to Earth, offering to train the teens in the ways of the warrior. The Klingons, with their storied past and reverence for honor and strength, recognized inherited warrior spirit in these young ninjas that resonated with their own culture.
General Martok, a towering figure with a gruff demeanor, met with the children and the Starfleet officers. His eyes gleamed with respect as he regarded them. "In all my dealings with humans, these young ones are the closest I have seen to embody the Klingon spirit," he said, his deep voice filling the room. "They are fearless, loyal, and their warrior instincts are unrivaled. Worf, that Daniels guy was right! They do have a great potential in them, they will going to be a force to be reckon with. And all that I see are true Klingons with human appearance like our own eugenics"
Worf, who had accompanied the delegation, nodded in agreement. His stern gaze softened as he looked at the ninjas. "You have earned the respect of the Klingon Empire," he said, his voice rumbling. "We would be honored to train you in the ways of the bat'leth and disruptor."
Naruto stepped forward, his small hand clutching something hidden in his pocket. He pulled out a shiny tri-pronged kunai, the metal gleaming under the soft light. "Some of our skills have come from… visions of my acestors… and in them I saw a triple pronged knife being used, and after returning to the Earth, I synthesized this blade." Naruto said, while twisting the true origin of his and his friend's skills.
The Klingons' eyes lit up at the sight of the weapon, recognizing the similarity to their own D'k tahg. "Ah," Martok rumbled, "a weapon of honor. Your ancestors were indeed wise. This blade does indeed have similarities with a D'k tahg, though the tip and sides are a bit different, more traight."
As Martok, Worf and a few othe Klingons check on the blade Naruto decided to voice a question that has been on his mind. "General what is more important, the honor of the house, the honor of your people or one's personal honor?" Naruto asked, his eyes never leaving Martok's, the curiosity and intensity of his question leaving the room silent.
The Klingon general took a moment to consider the question, his gaze never leaving the young ninja. "A good question," he said finally, his voice rumbling with approval. "Honor is like a tree with many branches. The trunk is your personal honor, strong and unbending. The branches are your house and your people's honor. They must all grow together, supporting one another."
The teens nodded, their eyes wide with understanding. It was a concept they were familiar with, echoing the teachings of their own village.
The Klingon delegation stayed with them for months, instructing them in the ways of Klingon combat and honor. The training was rigorous, pushing their bodies and minds to new limits, but the children embraced it eagerly. They practiced with the bat'leth, the DK' tagh, the disruptor, and even the traditional Klingon hand-to-hand combat techniques. Their days were long, but every night, they would gather around the holographic projection of the Ishikawa table to get their studies up to speed, after that they shared stories and laughter with their newfound family.
After the Klingons went home, in one evening, as the sun set over the serene Japanese landscape, a peculiar sight could be seen in the Ishikawa's living room. Shikamaru, the strategic ninja prodigy, was seated across from none other than Mr. Spock, the legendary Vulcan, engaged in a game of 3D chess. The room was silent, save for the occasional beep of the pieces moving and the rustle of fabric as one of them leaned in to contemplate their next move.
Keiko, watching over them, couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. The blending of their two worlds was more than she had ever imagined possible. She decided to share this moment with her husband, Miles O'Brien, who was stationed on Deep Space Nine. With a few taps on the family's communication console, she transmitted a real-time holographic feed of the chess match to him.
On the bustling space station, Miles took a moment from his duties to watch the game, a rare smile playing on his lips. He had seen many things in his years in Starfleet, but nothing quite like a young ninja challenging a Vulcan master in his own game. The holographic projection was crisp and clear, allowing him to see every move, every gesture, every emotion that flitted across their faces. He sent the feed to the Promenade's main viewer, and soon, a crowd gathered around the scene, transfixed by the unlikely match.
"Is this a live feed chief?" Sisko asked, peering over O'Brien's shoulder.
"Yes sir, it's coming directly from Earth." Miles said, his eyes glued to the screen.
"Patch it to my desk too please." Sisko says, his curiosity piqued.
Miles nodded and the image of the chess game appeared on his desk. Sisko leaned back in his chair, watching the silent dance of strategy unfold between the two unlikely opponents. The news of the "Young Ones" had spread through the station like wildfire, and everyone was eager to see them in action. The sight of a Vulcan, known for their stoic nature, and a young ninja, brimming with passion and energy, engaged in such an ancient game of strategy was not one to be missed.
Watching the screen, Worf and Martok sat in a corner, their eyes glued to the holographic chessboard. Worf's furrowed brows and Martok's intense gaze showed their deep concentration. The two Klingon warriors were not just spectators; they were students of the game, analyzing every move, every feint, and every counterattack. They took turns whispering to each other in low tones, their voices carrying the weight of centuries of warrior tradition.
"You are recording this aren't you?" Martok whispered to Worf, his eyes never leaving the holographic chessboard.
Worf nodded, his gaze equally intense. "Every move," he murmured. "Their tactics are unorthodox, but the strategies are... fascinating."
"Yes, and if we replaced the pieces with different classes of our ships, and those of our enemies, we're seeing a glorious battle unfolding." Martok said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Hmmm... What do you say Peons for fighters, towers for destroyers, horses for frigates, bishops for carriers, queen for cruiser and king for dreadnought?" Worf asked, his deep voice resonating through the quiet room.
"Interesting, Worf," Martok said, stroking his beard. "Their unorthodox strategies could translate well in our tactics. We could use these formations in our war games."
"Shall we sent a copy of this to the high council or to just our house?" Worf asked, his eyes not leaving the chessboard as Shikamaru moved a piece with swift precision.
"The entire empire should learn from this," Martok said, his voice gruff with admiration. "Their strategies, so unpredictable yet calculated, remind me of the old battles of honor. It could revolutionize our training methods."
"I'll send it to the Klingon academy, as it will be easier to mold future warriors then to adapt veterans like us." Worf concluded with a nod, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of new knowledge.
In the quiet room, the final beep of the chessboard sounded, and the pieces hovered in the air, frozen in place. Spock raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to Shikamaru. "A draw," he said, his voice tinged with surprise.
The ninja's smug smile was answer enough. "It seems we've both learned something today," he said, standing up and bowing slightly to the Vulcan.
"With a mind as close to a Vulcan as a human can get, you have shown me a refreshing challenge, and I can tell you that you are on the fast path to be an officer within the federation." Spock praised Shikamaru, his eyebrow still slightly raised.
"Thank you, Mr. Spock," Shikamaru replied, his cheeks flushing with pride. "But I'm afraid that I either have a genetic condition that severely reduced my stamina, or a side effect of my chakra enhancing my mind at the cost of physical capabilities or motivation."
Spock's eyebrow shot up even higher. "Ah, the burden of a unique physiology," he said, nodding thoughtfully. "A fascinating dilemma indeed."
"I noticed that the more that I think or use my mind, the lazier and lethargic that I got." Shikamaru said with a self-deprecating chuckle, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Spock tilted his head slightly, considering the young ninja's words. "Fascinating," he murmured. "It appears that your unique physiology has its own set of challenges."
"I would say that chakra has enhancing properties, but to do so it tends to shift the body energy to either a physical aspect or a mental one, like the shields distribution on a vessel."
Spock's interest was piqued. "A fascinating analogy, young Shikamaru," he said, his voice measured. "It suggests a symbiotic relationship between the mental and physical, a concept that could be quite useful in Vulcan meditation techniques."
"I myself tends towards the mental aspects, like Ino is, while Choji and Kiba leans towards the physical, Naruto and Sakura are more balanced. Tough in terms of chakra volume, Naruto and Sakura are opposites, with Sakura being the lowest and Naruto the highest." Shikamaru explained, his tone was light despite the seriousness of the discussion.
This revelation sparked a series of questions from the Klingons and Starfleet officers present, and the conversation shifted to the intricacies of chakra manipulation and its impact on their combat strategies. The children were eager to share their knowledge, feeling a newfound sense of purpose in this strange but welcoming world.