B'etor's face soured, but she kept her hand on her sister's shoulder. Never civil, the relationship between them had gotten far worse shortly before Kri'Stak's last posting when he had killed Lursa's boyfriend for challenging his honor, not believing a boy raised by monks could know anything of the ways of a Bat'leth. He'd been a waste of space, but strong and easily manipulated - Lursa had never forgiven the loss of the pawn, but even with her position, could do little. The duel was honorable. "Regardless, you've been chosen for a great honor. Starfleet has proposed an officer exchange program... your position as first mate will be held by one of Starfleet's finest for two weeks, and you will get to show Starfleet the meaning of Klingon pride and honor on one of their vessels. Don't starve to death on human food, I've heard its very weak stuff."

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"Your Klingon honor gives you insight into such things." He paused. Starfleet? Even two weeks was going to be an eternity. "I will serve as the council asks."

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"Of course you will. Good luck."

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