Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newscon02.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!news.glorb.com!postnews.google.com!c13g2000cwb.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "Cwinifred" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: NEW TNG Lursa and B'Etor go to Hell [PG] 1/1 Date: 29 Jan 2005 12:04:10 -0800 Organization: http://groups.google.com Lines: 369 Message-ID: <1107029050.558687.204620@c13g2000cwb.googlegroups.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.118.75 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-Trace: posting.google.com 1107029054 15436 127.0.0.1 (29 Jan 2005 20:04:14 GMT) X-Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2005 20:04:14 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: c13g2000cwb.googlegroups.com; posting-host=209.198.118.75; posting-account=YrxCpQ0AAACD0aCeNBi7tpCuBAz0pfup Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative:162165 X-Received-Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2005 12:04:15 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Lursa and B'Etor go to Hell [ghe'torDaq jaH lurSa' be'etor je] Author: Carolyn Winifred Contact: cwinifred@yahoo.com Author's URL: www.geocities.com/cwinifred Series: Next Gen / Voyager characters Rating: PG Status: Complete Codes: A/R Archive: Permission to archive granted to ASC, Others if ya like it, let me know. Disclaimer: Everything belonging to Paramount Summary: Lursa and B'Etor travel the River of Blood and find their Author's Notes: An attempt at a Klingon writing style. ghe'torDaq jaH lurSa' be'etor je Lursa and B'Etor go to Hell, by Carolyn Winifred It is not the incoming missile she sees _ The one dreams before dying of her young The good mother tends to her son _ She rouses him at dawn _ She clothes him _ She feeds him _ She watches him > he cavorts in activitypen _ She laughs I advance _ I skewer the child with my bat'leth and I toss him into the air _ As the body tumbles > I cleave it in half lengthwise and then I quarter the halves _ Pieces fall all over the place The mother screams silently _ No sound emerges > as I close on her _ Perfect t'gha maneuver to the head I am HIj'Qa > destroyer of dreams =AB See you in Gre'thor =BB When her head rejoins her body on the deck of barge > her screams become audible _ Not the yell of a warrior but the shriek of a coward _ My brothers seize her > hold her head still _ The sister starts howling > until the branding is done and she is next _ The one is flung back _ The other is brought forward _ She spits and she twists > but rarely has the mark of dishonor burned more true _ She joins her sister sprawled on the deck The one regains her footing _ Blood speckles her clothing > from her life that might have been _ She sees the end of all that might have been _ Naked stars shine all around _ To the sisters of Duras it resembles space _ Black Fleet flashes across area above _ The younger one reaches for transport device on her arm Kortar laughs The one =AB What do you want? =BB The other =AB What happened? =BB Kortar =AB Nothing _ You died =BB B'Etor jumps up > faces old man =AB What have you done to us? =BB Kortar =AB What you have done to yourselves =BB B'Etor =AB We are in a great battle =BB Kortar sneers =AB A great battle! =BB Lursa frowns in doubt _ Her last memory is of her young _ Just for fun > I lick blood off my blade B'Etor =AB We have no time for this _ Return us =BB I slash her from behind =AB Silence! =BB B'Etor does not acknowledge the blow =AB Great plan > we are about to succeed =BB Lursa focuses on B'Etor =AB Grand _ Glorious _ Yes =BB Kortar =AB No _ You cheat _ You trick _ You steal_ You lie =BB Kortar ticks their deeds off with his fingers =AB and I do not see any of your enemies around here _ You failed =BB Lursa starts =AB If =BB Kortar counters =AB But =BB Ashen creatures rise in the river _ They distract from argument _ Several Duras crew draw near the rail _ They see what they want to see _ One goes over the side _ Pale forms surround him and pull him down _ Another crewmember hears what he wants to hear _ He clambers on to the rail _ Too late his neighbor grabs for a boot Lursa swats her crew away from the rail _ She hears something _ Perhaps she hears wail of her infant _ She stares out _ B'Etor catches her arm _ This time > I let sister bring her to here and now B'Etor marches up to Kortar at the wheel _ She places a hand on her blade _ Old habits die hardest in those not willing to die at all =AB Return us =BB =AB You are where you are supposed to be =BB A rare moment of reflection =AB You are taking us to Sto-Vo-Kor? =BB =AB No =BB Lursa recites childhood lesson =AB We have played our role perfectly and so proceed to Sto-Vo-Kor _ To die the death of a warrior > in battle =BB Kortar interrupts =AB Which none of you did =BB B'Etor =AB Old man > we are Lursa and B'Etor of the House of Duras _ Take us to Sto-Vo-Kor =BB She draws the blade and Kortar captures her wrist _ He bends her wrist up _ Kortar shows his callused hands to her eyes =AB These are my only weapons > child =BB She stares at the dirt still under his fingernails _ d'k tahg falls to the deck Holding on to hope > Lursa asserts =AB We are of a Great House =BB =AB Great House =BB Kortar spins the wheel hard around _ Sail shifts with unfelt wind _ Barge turns towards distant shore _ Figures can be seen swarming down to distant shore _ Sound carries across river =AB duraS tuq =BB =AB lurSa' ja'roD puqbe' =BB Kortar drags her to the rail Kortar hails across the void =AB Who cries out for Duras blood > blood of Lursa? =BB Four thousand spirits of Khitomer are there _ Some bodies continue in the living world _ While the shell exists in reality > we have already unconfined the spirits =AB duraS tuq _ duraS tuq =BB Khitomer Company stands together > to bar the House of Duras from the Gates of Sto-Vo-Kor Romulans >from an outpost< cry out against the sisters =AB lurSa' _ be'etor =BB Lursa struggles in the grip of Kortar =AB They are not Klingon _ They cannot enter Sto-Vo-Kor =BB Kortar =AB It is the meqba' _ Any spirit can stand against one at the Gates of Sto-Vo-Kor _ As you travel through the living world > you accumulate injured or praising spirits =BB Kortar eyes the expanse of furious crowd along the shore =AB Impressive =BB Women shout name of Lursa loudest =AB lurSa' ghojwI'wI' =BB The first enemy heart eaten > her childhood nurse _ Lursa locks her in closet _ Lursa puts racht in her boots _ Lursa kills her > when tales of misdeeds are carried to Ja'rod =AB lurSa' puqbe' =BB Mother of B'Etor > she is pregnant with a second child > a second son for Ja'rod _ By accident > Lursa intercepts message for Ja'rod _ On purpose > she leaves it for B'Etor's mother _ Lursa causes her to go to Khitomer _ Lursa causes them to be killed in the attack =AB lurSa' puqbe'wI' =BB Mother of Lursa > decorated officer _ Ja'rod divorces mother of daughter > to take the oath with soon to be mother of son _ Mother of Lursa resigns her commission > to care for orphans of Ja'rod _ Lursa is not in need of care > kills her for her presumption =AB lurSa' jupwI' =BB Young girl > mother of Toral _ Lursa runs household of Duras _ Lursa regularly intercepts communications > including first communication from his love which tells she is with child _ Lursa keeps them apart _ As long as Duras has no heir > Lursa dominates him _ Lursa takes the child and she takes new mother's life Lursa recognizes each and every one _ Proudly > she holds her head high Kortar =AB Mighty warrior of the Great House of Duras > sing your song of valor _ Convince the Gates of Sto-Vo-Kor to open _ The stories you tell > that is how we know who you are =BB Her mouth opens _ She tries to begin When she is silent > Kortar sticks his face up to her =AB Surely you have one success to sing > one glorious victory of your own? One victory of your father? One victory of your House? =BB She dreams of Qo'noS > in city residence of a great House _ She strides through familiar rooms _ She cannot find her child _ Household members run past her _ Reliable retainers loot art _ Staunch supporters destroy identifying datafiles My brothers rush for her faithless followers _ I weave through the carnage _ She sees me _ A kut'lutch dagger hangs in the honor display _ I plunge the dishonorable blade straight through her heart She crumples to the deck > as if from a real blow _ She has completed nothing _ She has nothing to celebrate in story or song Kortar harrumps at the shore =AB I do not hear any of your friends there _ You probably would not like it there =BB B'Etor strides forward =AB I am not here _ I do not believe in this place =BB Her hand slices down with finality =AB There is just life and then nothing =BB No hope _ No torments _ Nothing to do Kortar confirms =AB There can be that =BB =AB You are just a story > the fabrication of primitive people > to explain world around them =BB Kortar =AB I wish =BB She turns her back on him _ Kortar materializes before her _ A scowl on his face > he cares not for this game =AB I am a fabrication _ The ones who created me > they sought to create the greatest life _ They start a fire _ They sought to control fire _ They forge steel and continually try to bend me =BB She begins to turn away again but I seize her arm _ She struggles against my grip B'Etor =AB I do not believe it =BB Kortar =AB Too late now =BB B'Etor bites my hand _ I send her over to Kortar _ He holds her at arm's length Kortar =AB Are you simply made? _ If I gather chromium and iron and trace elements in the right measures and add some bloodwine > then I have B'Etor? =BB B'Etor > she just twists out of Kortar's hold _ She draws near the rail _ She hears nothing _ She sees nothing _ B'Etor > never does she dream her own dream Kortar grabs B'Etor by her pretty throat _ He shakes her by her pretty throat _ An acclaimed singer she could have been _ Remembered with honor by all for ages to come _ Remembered far longer than the name Duras in the Council Chamber He tosses her away _ She lands in a heap on the deck =AB You are a total waste of good energy =BB Kortar curses The gates of Gre'thor swing inward _ Barge touches path of coals _ One resists final step to the plank _ I gouge her with the tip of my bat'leth _ The sisters disembark _ Crewmembers follow Inside the gates of Gre'thor an unbearable soft light radiates from a pit A quite voice =AB My children =BB Kortar growls and he stomps to the edge of the pit He spits =AB Here are some who do not believe in me _ Perhaps you can convince them =BB Light coalesces > to form a delicate shoulder and a translucent hand _ Frail head bobs above the level of the pit _ Close one's eyes > the light still burns =AB Peace Lursa _ Peace B'Etor =BB The sisters back away in horror _ Quickly the blade of my bat'leth corrals them Sympathetic voice =AB I love you =BB =AB The fiend nests near > to keep a watchful eye on the activities of us creatures =BB Rebukes of Kortar never break composure of Fek'lhr _ It continues to cherish us We move on _ Kortar > his steps devour the way _ The abomination calls for love and understanding _ Never will it understand > we are no longer children Home again _ Voice of Kortar fills the hall _ He swaggers through crowd _ Preparations for banquet begin with our return _ New arrivals stride purposefully forward into the hall _ No one notices them Stewed bokrat livers are hurried to the table in metal pot _ Our companions swarm to the table > jostling the sisters aside _ Many hands reach for the scoop handle _ Lursa and B'Etor push forward through dispersing group _ They look into an empty pot K'Trelan hurls bread to the masses _ B'Etor misses a throw _ Someone reaches out and catches > just before her Lursa snatches some m'ressa twigs _ Her fingers refuse to cooperate _ The food scatters to the floor Jovial spitting _ zilm'kach thrown _ Crewmembers find food and fellowship _ They take positions around Kortar's table _ They join company in song > songs of dedication and courage Molor blocks B'Etor > to plunge his beaker into barrel of bloodwine _ B'Etor pulls on immovable arm Lursa finds her way blocked by Chang _ He stares at her coldly with the one eye _ He straddles the bench and sits down _ Lursa moves toward open seat _ Place closes up > as Lursa approaches B'Etor throws aside one spirit but another stands in her way and laughs > before squeezing into last empty space _ B'Etor's frustrated scream rises > then the company begins another song Only the two stand _ I settle back on my heels > bat'leth across my knees _ Kortar meets scowl of Lursa with a thin grin _ Lursa presents herself before the seat of Kortar _ B'Etor stomps to her side _ Kortar speaks to Lursa and B'Etor =AB Creators forge me of fire and steel _ Gift of fiery spirit I take _ Spirit animates shell with gifts of intellect and energy _ How gifts are used in life determines direction in death =BB Despair begins to settle on the sisters =AB Khitomer Company continues to bar the House of Duras from the Gates of Sto-Vo-Kor _ You do not find a position in my company _ But > each spirit is of cosmic significance =BB Kortar is the first of us _ Kortar begins battle _ Our blood flows like a river _ Klingons flood into the living world _ Kortar regathers spirits after life > to continue our desperate fight _ We stand against the creators _ Universe created to balance > we challenge that Strategy of Kahless saves the Universe from being not destroyed _ When a life is remembered with honor > the energy is stronger for our battle _ Black Fleet sails on enormous wavelengths > expands with every Klingon spirit _ To leave even the dishonored without chance to reclaim position on battlefield would be a waste > dishonorable > according to Kahless _ We will tip the balance Kortar's attention turns to B'Etor Defiant > she faces him =AB Kahless comes for Morath his brother _ Duras sisters arrive together _ That is unfortunate _ If B'Etor were not dead she is probably the only one who would implore Kahless =BB B'Etor spits at Kortar > at the idea B'Etor steps closer to Lursa =AB You volunteer to join her in death > that is loyalty =BB Kortar > my chosen companion smiles at me Kortar speculates for Lursa =AB K'mtar > third generation of the House of Duras _ Your progeny > perfect genetic engineering _ I know that _ Son of Lursa could implore Kahless > lift her from despair _ Exchange > his life for your torment _ Perhaps son of Lursa will never know his heritage _ Perhaps he will die of rop'ngor fever before his hand can encircle a blade _ But > no > that has been done _ I am certain she did have a blade made for her creation > a blade with his heritage inscribed _ She forces his baby fingers around that hilt > in activitypen =BB She is certain as well _ Hopeless > she wraps herself in the dream Again > the small home > infant in her arms _ She sings nonsense songs _ She tells him tales of Kahless _ She guides his fingers in paint _ Proudly she displays the result _ My perfect double-headed ax throw shatters the child's skull > the artwork > and the gagh chest She does not look up _ Her dream is over Kortar makes his voice heard =AB Daughter of Ja'rod > embrace your fate =BB Walls close in =AB Daughter of Ja'rod > embrace your fate =BB I leap up _ With a twirl of my bat'leth > I drive the sisters out Gre'thor flows before us _ Crests rise the height of twenty warriors > sharply illuminated by lattice of stars _ Ravines dip into blackest shadow _ Behind us > the sisters hear a song begin in Kortar's hall _ The creators labored over Kortar's voice _ Fek'lhr nests near > to continue to hear _ In the distance the radiance rises from pit =AB My children > listen to me _ Hear me _ I love you _ I want to help you _ I can help you _ Come to me =BB Insidious words assail from the shining light My charges have this opportunity _ Return to QI'tu' _ Creators smile inanely down at you _ Wander aimlessly through pastoral landscapes _ No pains to endure _ No deaths to die _ Life goes on forever and ever in QI'tu' > with nothing needed > nothing to strive for > horribly continuing forever _ All of time before time we are there _ We would rather scratch for worms in the dirt than eat fruit from those trees After proper moment I step forward on the road _ The sisters come with me Gre'thor seethes with activity _ Dishonored encamped all around _ Cymele >our companion< she orders the uncalled young and all who die of sickness or old age _ Cymele knows I do not bring these ones for her _ Further along Tuq'mor >mother of curses< provokes wails from the defeated _ My charges offer no ammunition _ Despair seeps into them We come to a wasted field _ Dust has settled here _ Lursa points Ja'rod out to B'Etor _ Ja'rod continues to claw at his mark _ He does not see them _ Young Duras is here > the slender man in councilor robe _ He paces > full of pent up energy _ His glare tells them he knows _ They did not remember him _ They forgot him _ Despair slows the sisters' steps into darkness The pale strip of path to the Cavern of Despair is not often trod _ I lead them in total silence _ Fellowship and song have been left far behind _ We see the cavern mouth > a black scar _ It does not seem that far away _ I grasp the one and the other clutches her _ We descend along rock outcrops Finally > a steep decline No starlight reaches here I snap my wrist and fling them forward Lursa and B'Etor tumble into area below the end cwinifred@yahoo.com NewMessage: