❛ i grew up in a colony on kessik iv. my mother and i were the only klingons there; and that was a time when relations between the homeworld and the federation weren’t too cordial. nobody ever said anything, but we were different. and I didn’t like that feeling. then, my father left —– when i was five years old. one day he was there and the next he wasn’t. i cried myself to sleep every night, for months. of course i never told anybody. and then i finally decided that he left because i looked like a klingon, ❜ // independent b’elanna torres, by zanza. est. july 2015, revamped feb 2018!













