Q'Tar led his daughter to the shuttle bay. He was going to teach his daughter to fly a Klingon ship. He knew she had the potential to be a great fighter, but he wanted her to know that there were other things that a Klingon could do.
The doors opened and he led her to a small shuttle. Most Klingons on the ship considered it an escape pod, because it was too small to do any real fighting. Q'Tar figured it would be perfect for his daughter to learn to fly.
"This is the M'Gar," Q'Tar said as he pressed the keypad to open the door. "I will be teaching you to fly."
K'Lara was surprised and excited, "Really? You are?"
Her father nodded and the two stepped into the shuttle. He pointed out the pilot's position and showed her all the controls on the console. He could see that she was excited and knew that she would do well. He smiled as his daughter placed her small hands on the console. He could almost see her flying the ship into battle.
"You are going to be excellent, K'Lara," Q'Tar said, beaming with pride.
K'Lara smiled as well, glad that she could make her father proud.
After several weeks of training, K'Lara surprised the Klingon crew with her ability to fly. One day, Q'Tar convinced Klag to let her practice flying the ship. At only ten years old, K'Lara maneuvered the large ship like an experienced pilot. Klag was impressed.
"You have an excellent pilot here, Q'Tar," Klag said, smiling. "I'd be glad to have her on my crew when she becomes older."
Q'Tar couldn't keep the smile off his face as his commander told him those words.
The lessons increased as he pushed his daughter to be the best. She could out fly almost all the ship's pilots. There was one, though that out flew her every time; T'Kar. K'Lara hated losing to him. She believed that he was the one person that stood in her way of piloting the ship she was born on. She tried not to let her frustration and anger show, but one day it became too much.
K'Lara confronted him after she had lost a little race to him.
"So, K'Lara, have you finally decided to give in and say that I'm a better pilot than you?" T'Kar said, smugly.
"No," K'Lara growled, her red eyes burning."I've come to teach you a lesson in humility. Something, I doubt you have since you are a spoiled targ."
T'Kar glared at her, "I may be spoiled, but I learned to fly on my own. I didn't have daddy there to teach me or his friends around to boost me up the ladder."
That did it. K'Lara snarled at made a move to punch him. Instead of hitting him, though, he flew back and slammed into the wall. She stared at T'Kar as he slid down to the floor. She continued to stare even as she called for help.
The incident with T'Kar did not go unnoticed. The Klingons began to avoid her if they could. If they couldn't, they would go out of their way not to anger her. Klingon tempers were well known, but K'Lara's some how surpassed
it. The crew began to believe that she had also inherited both her parents' tempers. This combination made her a force not to be crossed.
"It seems that she has also inherited her mother's powers," T'Larg, the ship's doctor informed Klag after he had examined T'Kar. "She had tossed him across the deck without even touching him. That's what she told me anyway."
Klag nodded thoughtfully. He then took a deep breath and spoke, "With a temper like hers, she's going to fly off the handle at any provocation. I can't have that on my ship."
T'Larg nodded, "You had better inform Q'Tar."
Klag nodded, knowing that this was going to be the hardest for him.
Even after a hard argument, Q'Tar couldn't persuade Klag to let K'Lara stay on board. He finally agreed to let her off on Earth so that she could finish her training as a pilot.
"Besides, maybe one day, she'll be back, "Q'Tar had promised his wife.
Lt. Commander K'Lara woke to the sterile environment of Sickbay. She looked around and suddenly wished she hadn't. A pounding began in her head; she shut her eyes tight against it and moaned.
"You're awake," a voice came to her ears. "We've been worried."
K'Lara opened her eyes to see Dana Maruu scanning her. "What happened? Worried? Who?"
"Me, your husband, the captain. Even your son. Jon says that he hasn't been sleeping too well since your accident."
"Accident?" K'Lara was becoming confused, and her head was aching more.
"You were attacked by a T'rais vessel. We were able to rescue you, but you were unconscious. You were in a coma for two days."
K'Lara tried to sit up, but the pain in her head was too much. She fell back into unconsciousness much to Dr. Maruu's dismay.