A Lost Son

As the forty five year old mother hugged her son just before he went to Kronos the Klingon home world, Lydia whispered.

"I'm not one for sentimental endings. Not this time."

John Paul Nordneg Jr. just sighed, "Mom, I'll be just fine. Dad, god rest his soul, taught me every trick he created."

"Yeah well those tricks didn't keep him alive now did they!" she snapped and walked into the kitchen to cook breakfast.

John went in the kitchen to help his mom. "No, they didn't but that was ten years ago. This is 2034. A new era. Thanks to father the entire Bushe family got nuked; every body thought they were human, but then they all turned into Klingons. Unfortunately that caused WWV but Dad won that war."

Lydia chuckled. "Yeah. He did. Remember the plane his fleet made him?"

"Oh the CP 500?"

"Yeah. That one. He loved it because it fit around his wheelchair."

"See why I'm going mom? In honor of my father, Captain John Paul Nordneg Sr."

Setting their plates of food on the table, Lydia said. "I do. I just don't want to lose you too. Loosing your father was devastating."

"I know Mom, but like I said, that was ten years ago."

"God, you're definitely your father's son, you're stubborn. Fine. Go fight WWIII on Kronos, just be careful."

"I'll try Mom, I'll try."

Seven years later John got shot down, and died on impact when his plane crashed into a mountain on Kronos...