The five-year-old raced down the corridors of the Bird of Prey. She easily avoided the Klingon hands that tried to grab her. She laughed as she dodged her father's powerful hands. She continued to run down the hall, laughing as she went.
"Q'Tar," the Klingon commander growled at his friend.
Q'Tar turned and stared at his commander, "The child is restless, Klag. She hasn't had much to do for the past four years. She's getting bored."
Klag nearly spit at the idea of a bored child on a Klingon Bird of Prey, "Then find something for her to do, Q'Tar. She is driving the rest of us up the wall as the Humans say. I don't care what it is as long as she is occupied!"
Q'Tar nodded and went after his only child, K'Lara.
It wasn't too hard to find her. She was sitting in the middle of the corridor at her mother's feet. Q'Tar stared at his wife of five years. She was a Telian, a species that awed him. They were much like Klingons in a way; right down to the temper. Telians also had something that the Klingons were surprised about. They were slightly telekinetic with a splash of pyrokinesis on the side. Others were telepathic and could read minds.
The Telians had welcomed the Klingons to their homeworld of Cranthius and proved to be interesting hosts. Q'Tar especially found one of most interest. A young Telian named Tyla.
Tyla was unique even among her people. She had red eyes that seemed to pierce one's soul. Her glowing eyes attracted Q'Tar's attention at once. He was drawn to her, and he knew that he had to have her.
Their interest in each other grew, and for the two weeks the Klingons were on Cranthius, the interest grew to love.
Q'Tar learned about Tyla's powers and was impressed by them. He also learned of her fierce temper and knew when to stay away. It seemed that Telian tempers were worse than Klingon. They were not afraid to use their powers when they were angry; even if the person they were angry at was a lover.
When it was time for the Klingons to leave, Q'Tar was heart-broken. He wanted to take Tyla with him or stay with her. He protested for two hours until Klag suggested that he marry her. Q'Tar brightened and left to find Tyla. He found her by a stream not far from the village. He sat down next to her and told her about his friend's suggestion. Tyla was ecstatic, but apprehensive.
"What about my people?" she had asked these questions many years before. "Would they accept such an idea?"
"They have already accepted us into their village," Q'Tar answered. "They should already know anyway."
He smiled at his quip and she laughed. There were telepaths in the village after all.
The two were married that night. The ceremony was a combination of Klingon and Telian customs. The next morning, the Bird of Prey left Cranthius with an extra crewmember.
Q'Tar smiled at those memories. The child they produced not ten months later was a little spitfire. She had her mother's eyes and both their tempers. She had her father's ridges and his dark hair. She was a prefect combination of both races, and he was proud to have her.
"K'Lara," Q'Tar spoke, his voice booming. "You are driving the crew of this ship insane. I want to teach you something. Follow me."
K'Lara's red eyes brightened and she smiled. She bounded after her father; asking all the questions a five-year-old would.