“Trip…”

“Trip, you’re alive, you’re really alive. How

can this be? I saw your burned body, only
your face was recognizable.”

T’Pol stumbled through her next words

well trying to hold down the emotions that
were boiling up in her blood; demanding
release. “Thinking you were dead; for I
couldn’t even sense your thoughts through
our mental and physical bond anymore, I
started another relationship. I even had his
child. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright T’Pol, you’re forgive,” said
Trip not at all angry as if he were suppressing
his emotions like a Vulcan. “Who?”
“A friend,” replied T’Pol…
 -STAR TREK-
ENTERPRISE
TIME’S MERGENCE

Based Upon: Star Trek & Star Trek The Next

Generation
Created by: Gene Rodenberry,
Star Trek Deep Space Nine
Created by: Rick Berman & Michael Piller,
Star Trek Voyager
Created by: Rick Berman, Michael Piller, Jeri Taylor
& Brannon Braga
Star Trek Vanguard
Created by: David Mack
Star Trek: Invasion
Created by: Diane Carrey
Star Trek Destiny
Written By: David Mack
&
Star Trek Enterprise
Created by: Rick Berman & Brandon Braga
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“Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combination’s (The
IDIC) makes it clear that in Gene Roddenberry’s
Federation’s society racial and sexual differences
and all forms of biological diversity were seen as
positive elements that should be celebrated. In
the Federation’s ideal future, a future that we
don’t see in today’s society, both racism and
sexism are ‘things of the past’.” (Star Trek Parallel
Narratives, Chris Gregory, 2000) These are the
things we should strive for in today’s society, the
world would be a better place without racism,
sexism and believing in the fact that no matter
whom we are, even though we’re all different,
we’re all humans with the same feelings no
matter what culture or side of the world you
come from.
 CONTENTS

Any chapter that has the following icon before it

has to do with the starship Enterprise NX-01 and
mostly occurs in the years 2161, 2163, 2164 &
anything involving the year 2376. Most of the main
story occurs during these years for PARTS ONE
through FOUR.

********

Any chapter that has the following icon before it

has to do with everything that takes place in the
Andromeda Galaxy and mostly occurs in year 2179 &
2180. This will occur mostly in the FORWARD &
AFTERWARD Sections of this book.
 This Novel Is Dedicated to:

All My friends from other countries, that

also include all my Japanese friends, new and
old, I’m very thankful to have met you all, it
is great to know people from all over this
world of ours. So for all of you, this work of
fiction is dedicated to you. I hope you “Live
Long And Prosper” and also have “Peace And
A Long Life”.

****

This novel is also dedicated to my beloved

dog Coober, may you rest in peace. You will
always be missed, you were my best friend.
 AUTHOR’S NOTE

The Forward and Afterward of this book has

the name of people the author knows as
instrumental characters in an upcoming series,
Star Trek Andromeda. Each name has been
modified to look more alien with last names
totally changes. Therefore, any names, places, or
incidents that occur in the Forward and Afterward
are entirely coincidental and has only been done
so it’s possible to have more characters to tell the
story. Also all names that aren’t official Star Trek
characters were created by the author in the fall
of 2007.
 HISTORIAN’S NOTE

This story is mostly set in the Years 2161, 2163

and 2164 after the founding of the United
Federation of Planets in that year (2161, Star Trek
Enterprise “These Are The Voyages…”). Other parts,
mostly in Part Three also go into the future to the
year 2376 after The Dominion War and the fall of
Praetor Shinzon of Romulus. The Forward and
Afterward take place in 2379-2380 and introduce the
mysterious aliens bent on destruction.
FORWARD
 ONE

Starfleet Command, Earth

Year: 2379

With the Dominion War finally being over for

almost five years, Starfleet knew it was finally time
to rebuild. They could finally replace all the ships
they had lost through the long years of combat and
get the Academy filled up again with new students
wanting to join Starfleet to explore the vast
unknowns of space. High above the planet, new
spacedocks were being built. Meanwhile, the ones
that survived the devastating Breen attack were
being repaired so they could go and rejoin the fleet
and once again explore the vast darkness of space.
As the ships that were damaged were being
repaired, the ones that were ready to be assembled
could have their parts faired up from the surface into
space by construction ships to begin welding them
together into the mighty vessels they were destined
to become.
 High above Earth in one of the newer spacedocks
was Earth’s newest Miranda-class starship, the USS
Alliance NCC 379891, the ship that would eventually
become the test bed for testing new technologies to
be developed for other existing ships and would also
be added to the newer classes of vessels. Before that
idea could even hit reality Starfleet Command came
up with an even better one.
“There are at least two other galaxies out there
besides ours,” said Admiral Kathryn Janeway to the
other admirals at Starfleet Command. “All of which
haven’t been explored by the Federation yet. There
could be anything out there that we know nothing
about. I propose that we start devising a way to get
there and start exploring them too, that way we can
further our knowledge about the universes and seek
out more new life and civilizations and to truly boldly
go off into the vast unknown of space.”
“Janeway’s right,” agreed Captain Jean-Luc Picard
who was also sitting among the admirals. “We’ve
ended the Dominion War, there’s peace in the Alpha
Quadrant and the whole Milky Way Galaxy has
mostly been explored thanks to Voyager
miraculously returning home. Those other galaxies
out there are a tempting prize to see. Who knows
what could be out there. There could be another
form of interstellar travel that we know nothing
about, there could be potential new allies out there
that we don’t know while there could be new
enemies. I agree with Janeway’s proposal of sending
ships out there to explore them.

****

Andromeda Galaxy
Year: 2379

“I call this gathering of the Votality Conclave to

order,” said the one and only President Grawl.
“There are aliens from a far off galaxy that are going
to eventually come into our galaxy if we don’t stop
them and put fear into their hearts like we did to all
the others who oppressed us for centuries.”
“Let the Furies deal with them,” said First Prime
Naraw, “from what you’re saying this involves what
they called Heaven. They should love to get their
revenge.”
“There aren’t many Furies left, they have either
been hunted down and killed by the beings that
they’ve terrorized,” said Naraw, “or they just died
out. All that’s left of them are their poppets that
resemble them. We’re on our own I’m afraid. It’s
time we go into the past with the remaining Furies,
search for the Furies then declare war on the rest of
the universe so we can rein supreme once again.”

****

Furies’ Space
2379

In the Epsilon Quadrant of the Andromeda

Galaxy, the Furies had finally received the
transmission they had been waiting for more than
two centuries since 2262 when one of the Furies ship
was destroyed by both the USS Enterprise NCC 1701
and a Klingon battle cruiser. The message was from
that ship, a dreadnought, whose commander was
named Zennor. “The Battle of Garamanus is lost. We
have not survived, but this is our rightful place. Try
again.”
They had tried again, three more times each time
they were stopped. One hundred some years after
Kirk they encountered the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-
D and this time with the ability to project fear into
the hearts of their enemies, but again they were
stopped. Years later, though a frozen-in-time version
of the USS Defiant NX 74205 that was thrown back
into the past proved to be the reason why the Furies
were back and angry, the Defiant was the ship that
drove them out of Heaven almost five thousand
years in the past supposing saving their lives but they
weren’t thankful for that at all because the Defiant
had caused an energy blast in the past that drove
them out banishing them from Heaven into the far-
off reaches of the Delta Quadrant.
While trapped in the Delta Quadrant trying to get
home to the Federation in the Alpha Quadrant that
they may never have seen again, Captain Kathryn
Janeway and the crew of the USS Voyager NCC 7642
encountered a Federation distress call coming from a
shuttle craft that was originally attached to the USS
Enterprise NCC 1701-D being crewed by one person,
a Lieutenant Samuel Redbay who had left the
Enterprise to seal the rift the Furies had formed
sacrificing himself to do so had emerged safely on
the other side just to be captured and tortured by
the Furies who hated humans and the other beings
from the Alpha Quadrant. Even though Voyager
couldn’t save Redbay, they did manage to stop the
newest Furies Invasion of the Alpha Quadrant from
happening, unknown to them or the rest of the
Federation, the Furies left the Milky Way Galaxy
behind them and headed to the Andromeda Galaxy
joining the Non-Corporal Votality beings.
With their new alliance formed the Furies vowed
to return to Heaven one day, even if it meant going
into the past with the Votality and reclaiming
Heaven once and for all…

****

“The Shedai Sector”

Taurus Reach
2379

The Maker of all the Shedai was so made; the

beings that they had once ruled had all turned
against them. Their Conduits that made it easier for
them to travel and to mount their attacks had been
destroyed. To the beings they once ruled all was
good, but for the Shedai they wanted everything
back way it used to be back during the years prior to
2263 when the United Federation of Planets
discovered the strange signal originating from the
Jinoteur System and constructing the Watchtower-
class Starbase 47 nicknamed Vanguard. Because
each event led to the next, eventually many Klingon
and Federation colonists were forced to be killed
when the Shedai awoke to reek their vengeance.
The only smart ones were the Tholians who were
really the descendants of one of the Shedai groups
that didn’t end up hibernating for centuries. The
Kollotaans as they were called now had evolved from
what the Maker had created and called the
Kollotuul. The Tholians didn’t want their suppressors
to come back and claim everything that was once
theirs and use them again; so to stop the Federation
from awakening something they could never imagine
they went and destroyed the Miranda-class vessel
USS Bombay NCC 1865 with six of their battle
cruisers while the starship was on a resupply mission
orbiting Ravanar IV.
Now almost one hundred sixteen years later, the
Shedai and the Maker returned after managing to
survive the destruction of their self-engineered solar
system, the Jinoteur System. When it was destroyed
by being “blinked out of existence” by the Apostate
when it decided to destroy it against the Makers will.
During its time leading an opposition movement
against that very Maker that created it and the
entire system along with the Shedai. Presumably he
was destroyed along with the entire system when it
vanished out of normal space-time, but he to would
have no choice but to return for the Shedai were
back yet again this time also in the Andromeda
Galaxy forming an alliance with the Votality…
 TWO

Year: 2380
At The City on the Edge of Forever

Captain Sa’Kia Kobayashi of the Federation

starship USS Alliance NCC 379891, a Refit Miranda-
class vessel, found herself standing at the one
outpost that she never expected to be at. On the
Edge of Forever, she was standing at the one and
only guardian that still existed besides the Preserver
Obelisks that were scattered throughout the galaxy,
the Guardian of Forever, and she had a question to
ask it. The one thing the Guardian had been waiting
for decades if not millennia was for someone to ask
it a question, and now it was ready to assist her in
any possible way.
Meanwhile high above the still unnamed planet
commanding the orbiting Alliance was Sa’Kia’s First
Officer, Commander Ja’meS TerranoK with his
Second in Command Lieutenant Carlos Wallrason
who was also the ship’s Tactical Officer were
discussing what they knew about Sa’Kia’s secret
mission, but Commander TerranoK wouldn’t dare
think about even mentioning to Lieutenant
Wallrason that he secretly had a crush on their
attractive captain who instead of wearing the
traditional Starfleet uniform wore a miniskirt and a
matching red shirt as her duty uniform. The uniform
TerranoK had to admit made Captain Kobayashi have
a nice bum. Of course those thoughts though would
get him locked in the brig unless the Captain didn’t
mind them and found her First Officer a good looking
and attractive man.
Lieutenant Wallrason speaking brought TerranoK
out of his romantic trance and back to reality.
“Commander, it is my opinion that our Commanding
Officer only wanted to come here to ask that
mysterious Guardian thing down there a question. A
question that I no doubt believe to be against our
orders from Starfleet Command and Admiral Kathryn
Janeway; and if I’m right, then she might already
know what you’re not telling me…
“What the hell do you mean?” stuttered TerranoK
well his face was starting to turn red.
“That you have slight feelings for Captain Sa’Kia
Kobayashi,” said Wallrason. “You can’t lie to me
Ja’meS, I’m your best friend and I’ve seen how
you’ve looked at her. Heck, the whole crew I think
can see it, what is it with you and these Japanese
officers in the United Earth and United Federation of
Planets’ Starfleet?”
 “Their just more attractive and cute, anyways,
she’s lucky with me being part Klingon I could easily
not take her as a mate for Klingons don’t pursue a
relationship, they…we that which we desire; and I do
desire her.” Answered Ja’meS. He took a deep
breath and continued, “anyways, when it comes
down to it, haven’t you also seen the historical files
on Ensign Hoshi Sato of the starship Enterprise NX-01
and how her first husband wasn’t truly recorded into
history?”
“No,” started Carlos, “but I do remember from
the Academy that she died with her husband Takashi
Kimura and children of Tarsus IV by the hands of
Governor Kodos who we all have come to know as
Kodos the Executioner. That was one terrible event
in history.”
“Agreed,” replied Ja’meS, “but there are so many
things that still go wrong in the galaxy. Look at
Sa’Kia; she’s all alone on the surface. I shouldn’t have
let her go down alone.”
“Are you saying that as someone who loves her
Ja’meS,” asked Carlos, “or as her First Officer?”
“Both I guess,” said Ja’meS. “She’s just a pretty
good woman and commanding officer, Starfleet will
have my head if something happens to her since I’m
not following regulations right now. That might even
prevent me from getting a command of my own.”
“What are you are you going to do then?” asked
Carlos, “I’m going down there, with you leading a
Security Detail. I’m not letting anything happen to
our captain.”
Back beside the Guardian Captain Sa’Kia
Kobayashi heard the familiar hum of the transporter
and turned around to see her First Officer, her
Second in Command and four security officers fully
materializing about fourteen meters away from her.
As she started to walk over to them she started to
wonder “Is it true that my First Officer has feelings
for me? I wonder how things like this were dealt
with in the past during the time of the Coalition of
Planets and in the early United Federation of
Planets? That’s it… that will be my question to the
Guardian of Forever after it shows me what I want to
know, I’ll be able to decide what to do about
Commander Ja’meS, even if it is against Starfleet
regulations.”
Once Sa’Kia was right in front of Ja’meS she
asked, “Who said you could come down here? I left
you in charge of the ship.”
“I was worried about you,” replied Ja’meS, “I had
to make sure you were alright. As your First Officer,
it’s my duty to protect you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” replied Sa’Kia, “I bet it’s because…”
She decided it would be better not to continue her
train of thought out loud so she thought “…you’re
partly in love with me.” In not voicing the rest of her
thought, she made it seem that she didn’t want the
exact same thing he wanted; so in doing that, he
never knew what she felt about him deep down in
her heart. So she gave him an order, “Commander,
accompany me to the Guardian for a second.”
“Aye sir,” replied Ja’meS as he stepped beside her
and started walking towards the mysterious
Guardian.
Once they were beside the Guardian, Sa’Kia
touched the stone structure and even though she
found it unbearably cold she asked her two
questions. “Guardian, I want to know two things.
One, what really happened in the era of the first
starship Enterprise, the Enterprise NX-01? And two,
how did they deal with relationships on starships
from that era, or were they even allowed?”
Before either Sa’Kia could react, the Guardian’s
time portal activated showing action packed images
from the past as it began to tell its story that
Starfleet Command and the United Federation of
Planets had classified for they didn’t want it to ever
be known to the public ever. Together Sa’Kia and
Ja’meS looked into the Guardian with intrigued eyes
as they watched an unforgettable story as it
unfolded before their eyes as if they were really
there…
 PART ONE
FRATERNIZATION
 PROLOGUE-ONE

Year: 2161, Early

Earth-Romulan War
Enterprise NX-01, Near Romulan Space, Beta
Quadrant

Captain Jonathan Archer was left with two

choices, both he didn’t like. But he had to decide on
one or everything Starfleet had been working for the
past year would be lost. Therefore if he did decide to
act on the thoughts that were going through his
head, he could take the Enterprise into Romulan
space and risk her safety; or he could just allow the
NX-02 Columbia to be destroyed. The latter he knew
wasn’t an option for he wasn’t about to let another
human vessel be destroyed by the merciless
Romulans, not if he could help it. As he continued to
think about what to do; he couldn’t help but think
back to July 2155 when he ordered Enterprise to flee
instead of rescuing Captain Kojiro Vance and the rest
of the people aboard the J-Class Class-III Neutronic
Fuel Carrier SS Kobayashi Maru after she struck a
Gravitic Mine in the Gamma Hydra Sector at Section
Ten just so the Romulans wouldn’t be able to
capture his ship like they had managed to do with
many Klingon and Vulcan vessels. At the same time
though, he also had another fact to consider, the
safety of his crew and wife, Ensign Hoshi Sato.
Enterprise was following a zigzagging course
under Starfleet’s orders: “for whenever a starship
was near Romulan Space or in an area of space that
was known to be under a strong Romulan influence,
the Romulans wouldn’t be able to fully ever get a
weapons lock onto any of Starfleet or Coalition
ships.” The zigzagging did leave a few problems and
vulnerabilities, especially with the cloaked gravitic
mines still around from the time when the Romulans
and Klingons were at war over the sector. If
Enterprise hit one her hull would easily be
penetrated even with her hull plating engaged.
Taking a long breath Archer made his decision,
“Ensign Mayweather,” he said in a strong somber
tone, “take us into Romulan Space. Set a course for
the last known position of Columbia, Warp Two.”
Knowing that he needed his ship to be fully at the
ready in enemy territory, Archer continued with his
orders. “Lieutenant Reed, arm the torpedoes tubes,
keep the phase cannons ready to be deployed. I
want both ready if we come into any hostilities with
the Romulans. Scan for both Romulan and Klingon
warships.”
“Aye sir,” replied Reed.
 “Hoshi,” started her husband, “give me a direct
line to Trip in Engineering.”
“Go ahead, captain,” replied Ensign Sato.
“Bridge to Engineering,” said Archer into the
comm., “Commander Tucker respond.”
“Go ahead captain,” replied Trip.
“Batten down the hatches, give me as much
power from the engines as you can, we’re taking this
ship into Romulan Space in search of Columbia,” said
Archer. “just give me everything you got.”

****

“Unauthorized intrusion in Section Three One

Seven,” said Centurion Terix to Admiral Valdore in
the Senate building in the palace at Romulus.
“Who,” demand to know Valdore.
“The Earth vessel Enterprise,” replied Terix, “they
must be in search of the other Earth vessel we
captured three days ago.”
“Release that vessel,” ordered Valdore, “but crew
it with Romulans. We’ll use her to launch a surprise
attack on Enterprise. The humans don’t stand a
chance. Send a drone ship out a few minutes after
the Earth vessel that way they won’t know we’re
behind the attack until it arrives and executes its
attack. The Romulan Empire will have its victory
against these humans. Actually, dispatch every one
of our drone ships, execute attack pattern alpha-
one, and destroy both Earth ships. ”
 “I have to object to this course of action admiral,”
started Terix, “we’re about to broker the peace
treaty with Earth and its allies over subspace radio in
a few days. The hostilities between our two peoples
have ended.”
Valdore didn’t like his orders being questioned
nor did he want the peace treaty to go through, a
peace treaty he had been against from the very
beginning. “Execute my orders,” he demanded, “or I
will have you executed.”
Terix didn’t want to die, or he did, just not by the
admiral’s hand or his Reman bodyguards. To him it
would just be an honor to die in battle against one of
the Earth ships, her allies or the Klingons. So having
no choice he replied, “Understood, admiral.”
 THREE

Enterprise NX-01
Coalition Space, 2161

Inside his Ready Room was the only place that

Captain Jonathan Archer felt safe in. On the bridge of
Earth’s first warp five starship there was chaos and
paranoia all because Ensign Sato and even
Commander T’Pol didn’t want to talk to him while he
was out there. The worst part for him was the fact
that he didn’t know why either of the two were mad
at him, each other or a combination of the two. He
didn’t know and part of him wanted to know. The
other half of him decided the best thing to do would
to be let things pass over, but that too may not be
the best idea either. The Romulans are still up to
hostile acts even though their attacks on Coalition
vessels have ended and their about to sign the treaty
and allow the Neutral Zone to be created; they are
now turning their aggression towards the Klingons
and with their Arrenhe’hwiua telecapture device
they can even still attack our ships through
controlling Klingon vessels and we’ll never know. So
many things had gone wrong recently, the Earth
Cargo Service’s ship ECS Horizon had been destroyed
six years ago in the photosphere of Sigma Iotia
leaving Ensign Travis Mayweather in a total grieving
state facing the fact that his whole family had been
killed by the Romulans and he still suffered from the
after effects of that trauma so he always seemed to
be in a wreak but managed to hide those feelings
pretty well, while on duty on the bridge at the helm
at least.
Captain Archer knew that it fell upon to find away
to help his helmsman to get past his grieving before
it interfered with the ship’s crew or worse, got the
Enterprise destroyed. Knowing that it might work
Archer activated his intercom and said “Archer to
Mayweather, I want you to join me in the Captain’s
mess for dinner tonight at sixteen hundred hours.”
“Understood sir,” came the reply over the com
system. Seconds later the whole ship was rocketed
by a subspace eddy that almost tore off the port
nacelle.
Archer stormed out of his Ready Room and on to
the bridge in a quick run. As the door closed behind
him, he yelled “Report.”
“We’re trapped in some sort of wake,” reported
T’Pol, “I believe its from a ship of unknown
configuration but I sensors don’t detect anything.”
“Could be cloaked.” Thought Archer, out loud he
said, “Reed, deploy the beacons, full rotation, lets try
to find any cloaked ship.”
 As the beacons rotated around the grappler they
revealed that the Enterprise was trapped within a
cloaked gravitic mine field with one Romulan Bird-of-
Prey. Archer knew that there was only one way out
of this whole situation that would leave Enterprise
intact so he gave his orders to Hoshi even though
she wasn’t talking to him, they were still on the
bridge and she had a job to do and that was to
follow her captain’s orders. “Ensign Sato, open a
channel to that ship.”
“Channel open sir,” came Hoshi’s reply.
“This is Captain Jonathan Archer of the United
Earth Coalition of Planets to the unidentified
Romulan vessel, drop the charade, we can see you.
You are violating Coalition Space turn back or be
destroyed, awaiting your reply, Enterprise out.”
“Coalition vessel, this is the Romulan Bird-of-Prey
Cha’ran, we are on a routine scout mission, leave
this space at once.”
“Their charging weapons,” reported Lieutenant
Reed.
“Polarize hull plating; deploy phase cannons, arm
photonic torpedoes. Travis, evasive maneuvers”
ordered Archer feeling the adrenaline from the
moment taking over.
“Its to coincidental for a Bird-of-Prey to be out on
a scouting mission,” thought Hoshi, “they have Scout
ships for that.”
“Guess they perfected their cloaking device for
large scale vessels since my undercover mission
ended,” said Trip who was already on the bridge
speaking with the Captain.
“There’s another vessel coming in captain,”
reported Reed. A few minutes later he spoke up
again saying, “I think were in bigger trouble sir. One
Klingon battle cruiser is on an intercept course,
they’ll be within weapons range in five minutes.”
“The Klingons are hailing us sir,” reported an even
more shocked Hoshi. “Opening channel.”
“This is Commander Bu’kaH of the battle cruiser
NeresH, can we render assistance Enterprise.”
“Bu’kaH,” thought Archer, “she’s that Klingon
that helped us rescue their Raptor-class scout ship
the IKS Somraw. I’m a little surprised that she’s
gotten her own command after assisting humans,
maybe it has to do with the fact that my crew and I
saved Admiral Krell’s butt and Qu’Vat colony during
the mutated augment virus affair almost eight years
earlier.” Out loud he said “Assistance?” Sure you
aren’t here for my head?”
“As much as your head would be a great prize in
the empire captain, I’m acting on orders directly
from Admiral Krell,” stormed Bu’kaH in a loud
feminine voice that could only belong to a Klingon
woman. “You’re to assist us in reinforcing our
boarders from the Romulans. Do this and your head
is safe and you’ll gain even more honor than you
already have within the empire.”
“Get us out of this mine field,” growled Archer in
what he hoped would sound intimidating to the
Klingon woman, “and also assist us in destroying this
Romulan Bird-of-Prey and you have a deal. After all,
we share a common enemy, the RomuluSngan.”
A little shocked that Archer used the Klingon
word for Romulan Bu’kaH took a few seconds to
reply. She did know about the Draylax situation six
years ago that the Coalition of Planets faced and
how the RomuluSngan managed to take control of
Klingon warships by remote control and use them
against the Coalition, the Earth Cargo Service, and
even the Klingon Empire. “Lets get to work then
Captain.”
 FOUR

Under the guidance of Bu’kaH and the NeresH’s

advanced sensors the Enterprise managed to
transverse her way out of the mine field and towards
the battle that had already started between the
NeresH and the Cha’ran. Coming in closer towards
the Romulan Bird-of-Prey, Reed launched a volley of
photonic torpedoes towards the Cha’ran’s aft
section as he had the three phase cannons and also
the pulse cannons graze the top section of the Bird-
of-Prey.
At the helm of the NeresH the Klingon helmsman
brought the ship into a downward dive around the
Enterprise’s aft section and reappeared at her bow
firing directly at the Bird-of-Prey directly in front of
her while at the same time receiving the attack that
was about to hit the Enterprise. Both the Romulan
and Klingon warships managed to enter an upward
spinning maneuver allowing Reed to lock Enterprise’s
forward pulse cannons onto the deflecting Bird-of-
Prey and launching another counter attack damaging
the ship’s port nacelle. As the Romulan’s port nacelle
exploded and sheared off the Bird-of-Prey the
Romulan manning the helm tried to get their ship
stabilized while their inertial dampeners tried to
compensate for the spin the nacelle’s destruction
sent he ship into. As the seconds turned into minutes
the Klingons moved in closer to the Bird-of-Prey and
launched three torpedoes towards the remaining
nacelle and watched as it to exploded sending the
remaining warp plasma into the black void of space.
With the Romulan Bird-of-Prey disabled, they still
had one thing they could do besides activating their
ship’s self-destruct sequences and committing a
ritual suicide with their Dathe’anofv-sens as the
timer counted down to their ship’s doom or they
could still use their weapons and hope to destroy or
disable the Coalition and Klingon ships. At least that
was their options when two more ships warped into
the system to assist, the NX-02 Columbia and a
Klingon Bird-of-Prey, both firing their weapons at the
disabled Romulan Bird-of-Prey. At the same time the
blasts from the new arrivals hit the Romulan ship,
Enterprise and the NeresH also launched an attack,
with all four hitting their marks on the weakened
Romulan hull causing it to explode sending wreckage
hurtling in every direction.
After the battle the Klingon Bird-of-Prey that
dropped out of warp with Columbia followed her
into warp and escorted her to Qo’noS where they
would stay in reserve getting orders from both
Starfleet Command and the Klingon High Council
while Enterprise and the NeresH headed off in the
opposite direction towards the battles still going on
along the Klingon-Romulan Boarder that would
eventually someday become the Klingon-Romulan
Neutral Zone. The temporary alliance had been born
but still anything could set it off or even solidify it
indefinitely. All of which was part of Bu’kaH’s true
mission.
“Hoshi, open a channel directly to Bu’kaH,”
ordered Archer.
“You can speak now Captain,” said Hoshi, “the
channel’s open.”
“Bu’kaH, I would like to invite you over to the
Enterprise as our guest while we travel to
rendezvous with your fleet,” offered Archer.
“I’ll be delighted,” replied Bu’kaH, “I’ll transport
right over.” She then thought to herself, “Time to
truthfully begin and complete my mission. It should
be easier aboard his ship anyways.”
 FIVE

The bridge was silent, not the companionable

silence of previous times, but an uncomfortable one.
One where no one spoke on the bridge unless it was
duty related. This was the new norm. Ensign Hoshi
Sato was madder than she looked. True, her
appearance that day was more than a norm for her,
her hair undone and no make up on her face along
with her eyelashes looking unnaturally curly. No;
Hoshi wasn’t in a good mood at all and because of
this, it was affecting everyone’s attitude all over the
bridge, everyone that is except for Commander T’Pol
whose attention seemed to be also in a daze.
Something had to happen to get both in such an
uproar and it couldn’t have been that they had a
female Klingon passenger on board while her ship
was traveling along side the Enterprise.
In Hoshi’s case, she wasn’t getting much sleep
and when she did manage to get to sleep, that’s
when the dreams would come. Dreams that were so
terrible that she wished that she didn’t really live
through the experience she went through with the
Xindi Reptilians almost six years ago when they
beamed her off the bridge of the Enterprise,
tampered with her brain and forced her to decipher
the Aquatics launch codes so they could activate the
weapon. She knew she was lucky that Lieutenant
Malcolm Reed and the MACOs were able to rescue
her; but to be used like that by the Captain to
destroy the weapon made her mad. She had no
known reason why she even hugged the man the
moment he stepped of the bridge after being
transported aboard from an altered World War II
where Germany successfully invaded the United
States. In her mind there had to be something
wrong, something wrong with her mind, her brain.
But Doctor Phlox had said there wasn’t. Now she
thought that the doctor had to be in allegiance with
Captain Archer for some reason.
Hoshi hated deception and if her captain had
deceived her, she wanted off the Enterprise and out
of Starfleet for good. The truth railed through her
head though, to get to the bottom of the whole
thing she would either have to question the Captain
or Phlox. Only at the moment she wasn’t sure if she
could trust them. At least she decided to try…
Ensign Hoshi Sato stormed into Sickbay in an
angry rage that right away Dr. Phlox knew something
was wrong. “Ensign,” he said showing off his big grin,
“what can I do for you?”
“I demand the truth,” she shouted at him. “What
the hell have you and the Captain done to me?”
 “Nothing,” stated Phlox most convincingly. “What
do you mean Ensign, is something wrong?”
“Hell yes,” she screamed getting angrier. “You
and the Captain have been conspiring against me for
sometime now. WHY?”
“We haven’t done anything to you,” said Phlox. “If
anything, we’re trying to help you; you’ve been in
this angry rage for a few months now, ever since
Starfleet and the Captain came clean about Trip’s
undercover mission into Romulan space. It’s like you
can’t handle it that the Captain, Reed, Harris and I
decided it would be best to fake his death.”
“That is not my problem,” Hoshi stammered, “I
don’t even like Trip like that, I’m not T’Pol, anyways
those two should get a room, I wish that Trip really
was dead, he never let the women aboard this ship
ever have a romance movie for Movie Night, it was
always something with gore and action, not one
chick flick for the three quarters women aboard this
ship.”
“Maybe you should go talk to the Captain about
your suspicions,” said Phlox as he got a hypo-spray
that he was hiding behind his back as he stepped to
her side and pressed it to her neck. Seconds later,
she collapsed sedated. Phlox walked to the intercom
mounted on the wall next to the Imaging Chamber
and said “Captain Archer, please report to Sickbay I
got a situation down here.”
About ten minutes later Archer walked into
Sickbay with the last person Phlox expected to see at
his side, the Klingon woman that they had invited
onboard the Enterprise while on course towards the
Klingon-Romulan Boarder, Commander Bu’kaH of
the battle cruiser NeresH. “Captain, Commander,” he
said bowing his head. He then pointed towards Hoshi
laying on the bio-bed and said “I had to sedate her;
she came in here in an angry rage thinking that you
and I were in some sort of conspiracy against her.”
“You told her we weren’t; right?” asked Archer.
My exact words were “That we didn’t do anything
to her and that we were trying to help her but she
didn’t believe me. That’s when I had no choice but to
sedate her.”
“Thanks for letting me know doctor,” said Archer.
“Let me know when she wakes up.”
“Will do captain,” said Phlox showing off his grin
again.
After Archer and Bu’kaH left she said “Can I give
you some advice captain? If you and her were
Klingon and this was a ship in the Imperial Fleet, you
would have two choices with a woman like her… I’m
not sure how they would make you feel but you
could kill her or…”
“Well I’m not going to kill her,” said Archer, “so
what’s the next one?”
“…mate with her,” replied Bu’kaH, “that’s what I
would do if you were in that Sickbay and you were
acting that way, then again, I do find you attractive…
for a human.”
 “Don’t think about it Bu’kaH,” said Jonathan not
even liking the picture that she had put into his
mind, “its never going to happen between us…
NEVER.”
“Don’t knock it before you try it Archer,” said
Bu’kaH, “it could loosen the wedge between our two
peoples and terminate that bounty on your head.”
“Tempting,” said Archer, “but the answer is still
no, I won’t even start a relationship with a Vulcan,
unlike some members of my crew, I may have
thought T’Pol attractive once but my Engineer has
made her spoiled goods way his mind has blended
with hers because of his dam sister dying in that
Xindi attack back in 2155.”
“I can kill them both,” thought Bu’kaH, “then he’ll
have no choice but to be mine, and why the hell do I
even want a human mate? Oh that’s right, it’s part of
my mission to seduce this human captain so he’ll
help in our plans of conquest over Earth. For a
woman I’m not doing well at getting him into my
bedchamber aboard my ship… YET, but it will
happen, just get it a matter of time, and I got all the
time in the universe.”
 SIX

Hours later as Ensign Hoshi Sato began to come-

to in Sickbay; Doctor Phlox remembered his orders
and contacted the Captain. “Phlox to Archer, she’s
beginning to regain consciousness. I suggest you
report to Sickbay now.”
Moments later like before Archer strolled into
Sickbay with Bu’kaH right behind him again. Seeing
the Klingon woman with him again Phlox pulled
Archer aside and asked, “Why is she with you
again?” nodding towards the Klingon.
“Under my orders she’s not to leave my site,” said
Archer, “but between you and me Doctor, I think
she’s trying to get me to mate with her to unify our
two peoples. It’s not going to happen though, never
with a Klingon woman at least.”
“I would count something out before you try it
captain,” started Phlox, “especially when a Klingon is
involved, consider the honor you’re being offered if
she’s chosen you.”
“I don’t care Phlox, I don’t want to and that’s my
final answer. I’ve already told her no anyways.”
Archer took a breath and exhaled loudly. “Now
about Hoshi, how is she?”
“Now I get it,” said Phlox almost whispering, “first
you liked T’Pol, but now Trip has her and since you
can’t kill him since you need his expertise, you must
have feelings for Hoshi, that’s the only reason why
you wouldn’t take the glorious honor of mating with
Bu’kaH.”
“Hoshi is an officer under my command, nothing
more Doctor,” stuttered Archer, “Bu’kaH is a Klingon
and anyways, I don’t love her, I just tolerate her
enough to have her by my side sometimes.”
“Alright, have it your way,” thought Phlox. He
then started speaking more professionally. “As for
Ensign Sato, I can’t find anything wrong with her,
whatever it is that’s bothering her is all in her head.
Therefore captain, there is nothing I can do for her.
What I would prescribe is nothing but time for her to
realize that we’re not conspiring against her and that
we do most heartedly care about her.”
Over at Hoshi’s bio-bed she and Bu’kaH were
talking about something in a mild form of English
that the Klingon woman could understand. “MEN,”
said Hoshi, “they drive me mad.”
“Want me to kill some of them?” asked Bu’kaH,
“it would be an honor if not a glorious battle.”
“You could start by killing the Captain and Phlox
then,” replied Hoshi.
“The doctor helped our people with the
metagenic virus,” said Bu’kaH, “and your captain is
an attractive male as far as your species goes. I will
not kill him.”
“Dam,” thought Hoshi, “what the hell is going
through this Klingon woman’s mind? I thought they
hated Tera’ngans; but she sure as in hell or in
Gre’thor as she’d call it; doesn’t seem too at all. Wish
it could be that easy for me to see whatever it is that
she sees in him or maybe she has a hidden agenda
that none of us know anything about. I’m sure as hell
going to get down to the bottom of it for if the
Captain really isn’t conspiring against me and really
does heartedly care about me, he must have some
sort of feelings for me even if they are just that of a
very strong friendship… after all, he was the one that
got me to join Starfleet saying that I’d have a knack
at translating alien languages.”
Looking towards Bu’kaH Hoshi gave an evil grin
and a light laugh. Smiling a little she managed to
chuck out the words, “lets go make some trouble for
the Captain, take me off this ship for a while, lets see
what he does. Maybe a small incursion into Romulan
Space with your shuttle craft will be the best idea…
as long as we don’t run into any Romulans that is.”
“Dam Tera’ngan,” said Bu’kaH, “I love how you
think. Lets go before they notice.” Then she added to
herself “…and hopefully we find an honorable battle
to fight and win.”
 SEVEN

Klingon-Romulan Boarder
Klingon Attack Shuttle: Bek

Hoshi and Bu’kaH couldn’t believe how easily they

had escaped Sickbay or that they were even able to
get out of the Launch Bay so easily, but before they
knew it, the fifteen meter long cramped Attack
Shuttle Bek had managed to sneak across the
boarder into Romulan Space. Once inside the
forbidden realm of the Romulan Star Empire, the
two deserters came a crossed another tiny ship.
From inside the atmosphere of a gas giant the
Romulan Scout Ship Dro’mal detected the incursion
of the tiny Klingon Attack Shuttle and figured that
they could take it on their own so they didn’t report
their find back to Admiral Valdore on Romulus or to
Praetor D’deridex, instead they headed off to engage
the Klingon ship.
Both the Dro’mal and the Bek were only armed
with one weapon, a forward mounted disrupter
cannon that could fire only one blast per minute
because they needed the time to recharge their
firing coils. So therefore, both ships were evenly
matched. That was at least true until another Klingon
ship crossed the boarder and joined the fray. The
new arrival was a Bird-of-Prey and using its disruptor
cannons and torpedoes firing in a rapid pattern
ended up blanketing the path of the Romulan scout
ship Dro’mal. Surprisingly, the assault only disabled
the Dro’mal and the Klingons were able to capture
their first Romulan ship. The only problem was that
ship wasn’t equipped with the Arrenhe’hwiua
Telecapture System that they so badly needed to
study so they could finally put a stop to the Klingons
remotely stealing their warships and other crafts
right from under their noses.
Both Hoshi and Bu’kaH were about to be in for a
surprise; one that they weren’t ready to face. With
the RomuluSngan Scout Ship secured in the grappler
of the Klingon Bird-of-Prey, Bu’kaH lowered the
shields of the Bek allowing the one thing they didn’t
want to happen to happen. They were boarded, not
by any RomuluSngan but by a Tera’ngan. As the
humming of the transporter stopped Bu’kaH and
Hoshi turned around to see Captain Jonathan Archer
standing there very angry with a Bat’leth in his
hands.
In a gesture of peace and sincerity Bu’kaH got out
of her pilot’s chair and walked over to the Tera’ngan
captain to apologize for betraying him and taking his
communications officer but as soon as she was
within sticking distance he slapped her across her
face drawing blood from her upper lip…
Standing strong Bu’kaH wiped the blood away
from her lip and spit the rest to the deck of the ship.
She then pointed her finger into Archer’s chest
digging her nail into chest puncturing a hole into the
fabric of his uniform and into his skin drawing some
of his blood. Once she was satisfied with that she
raised that finger up to her mouth and liked the read
Tera’ngan blood saying “tasty”. She ten pulled
Archer in for a kiss on the lips as she almost crushed
his ribs.
After holding the kiss for almost four and a half
minutes she released Archer and said, “You better be
initiating a Mating Ritual with me right now” as she
dragged him by his arm towards the Attack Shuttle’s
bed chamber where she pushed him down onto one
of the beds and sat on top of him ready to take him
and complete the second half of her mission…
Back in the now sealed off cockpit section of the
Attack Shuttle Hoshi found herself alone and
confused. While at the same time she thought she
could hear screams and something rocking in the
back of the shuttle. From what she was hearing she
didn’t even want to imagine what was going on. She
only hoped that it would be over soon so she could
return to Enterprise and to her own better smelling
quarters and bed. Getting lost in that thought Hoshi
was forced back to reality as the Bird-of-Prey
launched its second grappler onto the IKS Bek and
jumping into warp taking both ships with it back into
Klingon Space and a rendezvous with Enterprise.
 EIGHT

As the ships returned to Enterprise Hoshi could

tell that the screaming in the back of the Attack
Shuttle had stopped. For a few seconds she thought
her captain and friend Jonathan Archer was dead,
killed at the hand of that Klingon woman who
thought he was attractive and seemed to want to
have his children. “Gross,” she thought, “hate to see
the outcome of that coupling.” All she could finally
think about was that she was in love; Jonathan had
saved her life once or twice and had even helped her
through everything when she Thought Space travel
wasn’t for her. She couldn’t imagine what she would
do without him, but when the doors to the back of
the shuttle opened and he walked out she felt
relieved to see that he was alive. Together the two
of them returned to Enterprise and didn’t say a word
until they were rubbing Decon Gel onto each other’s
back in the Decontamination Chamber.
“What happened in the back of the shuttle
Captain, “she asked a little curious hoping it wasn’t
what she thought it was.
 “She tried to get me to mate with her,” replied
Archer, “she even pressed her provocative dressed
chest into my face; but I wouldn’t comply with any of
her demands. We got into a fight as I think you could
see by the way we both look and the last thing she
said was that ‘I should have been born Klingon, that I
would have made a great warrior, mate and father.”
“Oh,” said Hoshi, “glad it wasn’t what I thought it
was…”
“…if you’re referring to interspecies physical
relations, its never going to happen Ensign, any ways
Starfleet I bet would never allow it anyways, they
already frown upon fraternization which us being
alone in here could easily lead too not to mention
what’s already happening between Trip and T’Pol
should be and should have been reported since we
returned from the Delphic Expanse six years ago,”
said Archer. “ but then again, there’s one other thing
Bu’kaH said,” stated Archer as Hoshi started to rub
the gel into his back even harder and started with
the back of his legs while he tried to take care of her
back and legs, well all the while it seemed she was
either getting hotter or mad, or both. “Someday
you’re going to want me Archer… as a mate; I’ll make
the experience something that you’ll never forget as
a male, nor will you ever want any other woman
after that. I just laughed to that because it isn’t going
to happen.”

*****
 Meanwhile on the bridge, no one knew what was
transpiring between Archer and Hoshi in Decon nor
did they know what had transpired on the Klingon
Attack Shuttle; all they did know was that something
was heating up between T’Pol and Trip, and it was
driving everybody crazy yet again.
Therefore the bridge was silent, not the
companionable silence of previous times, but an
uncomfortable one. One where no one spoke on the
bridge unless it was duty related. This was the new
norm at least it was for everyone else around her
except for Commander T’Pol. She had the one
person in her life that could end that for her,
Commander Charles “Trip” Tucker III. The problem
with that though was the fact that the commander
was always to cocky, some of which had managed to
rub off on to T’Pol that night in the Expanse when
she choose to run her mating experiment with him.
Ever since that day their minds were bonded
together. A bond that they didn’t realize they had
until he transferred to the NX-02 Columbia just to
hide and to end what they had.
Things like relationships wouldn’t stay dead
though. They always had some way of coming back
and haunting the people involved. Like it did to Trip
and T’Pol when the radical faction known solely as
Terra Prime got a hold of their DNA and cloned it
together to create their infant daughter, Elizabeth;
an alien-human hybrid. Even though Elizabeth had
died, her existence had brought Trip and T’Pol close
together again. Together they grieved for their
daughter as they had her interred at the T’Karath
Sanctuary on Vulcan.
Sending a thought to Trip through their mental
bond T’Pol said “Meet in my quarters when the shift
ends.”
“For some neuropressure?” Trip thought back,
“or….”
“You’ll see,” came the reply over the bond’s
mental channels. Now Trip wanted to hurry through
everything that needed to be done, rushing the
shift’s ending.
Eight hours later when the shift ended Trip was so
glad that he ran to T’Pol’s quarters and pushed the
button to open the door without even knocking. As
the door opened, it revealed T’Pol standing there in
only the bottom half of her Vulcan robe with it
slightly left open. Seeing his lover that way Trip lost
control of himself and gathered her in his arms and
kissed her all over.
Gaining a little control of emotions and hormonal
state, Trip took his lover’s hand and led her to her
bed where he planned on taking her once again like
she did six years ago when she choose him as a mate
to try out human sexuality, only now each time
somehow it had gotten so much better that she
couldn’t bear it. To bad she knew they could never
have any children no matter how badly he wanted it.
Vulcan science just didn’t care or want it possible for
the species to breed outside their species barrier
even though Doctor Phlox thought he could make it
possible to happen.
 NINE

Romulan-Earth War Ends

Chartering of the United Federation of Planets
2161

Inside the Captain’s mess Captain Archer and Trip

had so much to celebrate while at the same time
they had something to dread. The good thing was
that the Romulan War had ended and a Neutral Zone
between Coalition and Romulan Space had been
created. The rules for the Neutral Zone stated that
no ship from either side could cross over to the other
side; to do so would be considered an act of war and
would plunge the two galactic powers back into an
armed conflict that could and would end in the total
destruction of someone’s homeworld and entire
fleet of starships. To ensure the peace the Romulans
had unmanned sensor stations on their side while
the Coalition did the same on their side.
Besides the Sensor Stations Starfleet decided that
a few of their new Daedalus-class starships would
also be patrolling the Neutral Zone boarder to keep a
Starfleet presence in the area since their Warp Five
starships were about to be decommissioned and set
into mothballs to make room for the newer and
faster Warp Seven beauties that they had just
started commissioning during the ending months of
the war. One of those ships was to be the Enterprise
NX-01 who at that very moment was going on a wild
goose chase to help the long thought dead, now
retired Andorian Shran get his daughter back from
people who kidnapped her so he’d return something
they thought he stole.

*****

Rigel X

Rarely did shuttle pods one and two leave the

Enterprise at the same time but this time they were.
Inside one pod was Trip, T’Pol and a few MACOs
while inside the other were Archer, Shran,
Mayweather and a few more MACOs. In total, the
ten man team was planning on ambushing the aliens
who kidnapped Shran’s daughter and rescue her. A
mission not everyone was going to return from alive
to witness the signing of the charter that would turn
the Coalition of Planets into a Federation of Planets.
Once on the surface of Rigel X everything seemed
to go as planned. Shran’s daughter was rescued and
was taken back to a shuttlepod by T’Pol while the
rest of the team got caught in a fire fight that almost
claimed Trip’s life but he was lucky that the Captain
was fighting by his side to save his life. Little did Trip
know that in a few hours he would get the chance to
return the favor and become a hero.
About four hours after returning to Enterprise the
aliens that kidnapped Shran’s daughter managed to
mysteriously catch up to the Enterprise when their
ship were only supposed to be able to hit a
maximum travel speed of Warp Two. Knowing this
directly from Shran Archer had Mayweather increase
speed to Warp Three but that didn’t help matters.
The aliens continued to gain speed reaching Warp
Three Point Five and regaining on the Enterprise.
Archer was getting tired of it so he decided it was
time to put the petal to the metal so to speak and to
push the warp engine to its limits. “Travis,” he
ordered, “increase speed to Warp Five Point Two.”
“Their still gaining,” reported Reed, “Warp Five
Point Six and closing, but their engines are starting to
over heat. They can’t keep this up for long.”
Seeming to be reading Reed’s mind at the
Engineering Station on the bridge Trip said “We can’t
keep this up for long either captain.”
“We’ve been boarded,” reported Hoshi, “near the
launch bay.”
“Reed, assemble a Security Detail and get some
MACOs,” ordered Archer. He then turned to Trip and
said “Trip will assist me until the Security Detail is
ready?”
 “It’d be my pleasure,” replied Trip as they headed
towards the turbolift together. Only this time as Trip
left, T’Pol had got a strange feeling deep down in her
gut. Trip was going to do something foolish and
drastically reckless and something terrible would
come out of it. She just knew it, and hoped she was
wrong.
Near the launch bay Archer and Trip found
themselves face to face with the same kidnappers
they had faced hours earlier this time though they
wanted Shran, most likely to kill him; but there just
was no way Archer was going to hand over the
Andorian. So the kidnappers started to threaten his
life forcing Trip’s hand even though Archer was
ordering him not too. Trip started to speak to the
kidnappers saying “This man’s the Captain, I’m going
to disobey his order, I’ll bring Shran to us.” One of
the kidnappers couldn’t take Archer ranting against
Trip anymore so he hit him in the face with the butt
of his phase rifle.
Trip led the kidnappers, except for one who was
guarding the Captain with orders to kill him if he
moved while they were gone, to a station that he
called a Communications Port but it wasn’t and on
the contrary it was going to cause a big bang instead.
The lead kidnapper had one of his men check for a
weapon after Trip opened the compartment and
when they found it all clear they let Trip go about his
work. The handy engineer disconnected one set of
wires and just before he connected them to another
set he said “I got one thing to say.”
“What,” demanded to know the lead kidnapper.
“You can all go straight to hell,” said Trip as he
connected the two wires together causing a massive
explosion that tore a hole right into the corridor
beyond. The resulting explosion Trip created killed
the kidnappers and badly injured him. Something
T’Pol knew right away.
Smelling smoke when he came to Archer got up
and managed to over take the one guard rendering
him unconscious and went to investigate the acidic
smell. He ended up finding the kidnappers dead and
Trip…
“Trip” he yelled but nothing happened, so Archer
yelled again “Trip you idiot.”
When Reed and the Security Detail got down to
the launch bay deck, they helped Archer get Trip to
Sickbay where Doctor Phlox tried everything he
could only nothing helped. The explosion Trip had
caused badly burned his body except for most of his
face and sealed up the tubes in his lungs. There was
nothing Phlox could do, before T’Pol could even get
down to Sickbay, as the doors to the Imaging
Chamber closed Trip drew his last breath and died.
 EPILOGUE-ONE

Two Days Earlier

Earth

As the ink on the treaty ending the Romulan-

Earth War was still drying and almost every alien
race on Earth was gathering for the signing of a new
charter to create an even bigger alliance, something
drastic was happening at the North Pole all because
of a single giant asteroid. As the asteroid got closer
to Earth the planets magnetic pull managed to turn it
into a shooting star headed directly for the top of
the planet and its frozen ice. Nothing, not even
torpedoes from the orbiting two Daedalus-class
starships, the USS Archon NCC- 189 and the USS
Essex NCC-173 could destroy it so they let it go since
it couldn’t do that much damage crashing into solid
three hundred meters thick ice, but they were
wrong…
Below the ice that never got excavated eight
years ago was one remaining Borg drone. As the
asteroid flew by its projector brought it on a course
forty-four meters from the still active but frozen
drone. As the asteroid crashed into the ice, it caused
massive ice melts that brought the drone out of its
hibernation and also revealing part of a shuttle.
Slowly the Borg drone started to get readjusted to
its surroundings then got its footing back and
realized that it was the only one of the four hundred
drones left it started to begin anew. Able to move
once again it made its way to the shuttle where he
started to assimilate it to serve his purposes. Once
he was ready he would begin the mission the rest of
his fellow drones had started when their ship was
destroyed. Total assimilation and conquering of the
human race and Earth…
 PART TWO
THE FIRST INCURSION
 PROLOGUE-TWO

Year: 2161
After The Founding of the United Federation of
Planets

The Borg Collective in the Delta Quadrant may

not have received the message sent by the
assimilated Arctic Transport yet, but that didn’t
mean a Borg ship hadn’t detected the message; that
on the contrary is exactly what happened near the
Rigelian Badlands. One Borg ship that dropped out of
transwarp sooner than it was supposed because it
was attacked picked up the communiqué from a ship
built by a species called humans; a species that
hadn’t yet been catalogued and added to the
collective. Disregarding everything but the relevant
information, the Borg drones aboard the cube
learned that of the four drones that survived the
crash only three were unfrozen at the time by the
Arctic Research Team. Those drones were the ones
that sent the signal just before the transport ship
they assimilated was destroyed by the Enterprise NX-
01. There was one that still needed rescuing so the
Borg used their ship to take an asteroid out of the
Rigelian Badlands and set on an erratic course
towards Earth. That would make sure it would get
caught in the planet’s magnetic pull forcing it to
crash into the North Pole. While that drone was to
get its life back alone on the surface; the cube would
head towards Earth to re-assimilate the missing
drone back into the collective…

*****

Year: 2063
Almost One Hundred Years Earlier

As the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E exited the

temporal vortex the Borg Sphere had created Picard
gave his orders. “Report.”
“Shields are down, long range sensors are
offline,” reported Mr. Hawk at the helm.
Data looked up at the view screen and said “Sir.”
Everyone on the bridge looked up to see the Borg
Sphere that they just followed into the past firing
onto the surface of Earth. Looking around his whole
crew then back at the view screen Picard said, “their
firing on the surface. Location.”
Commander William Riker was the first to speak.
“North American continent, it appears to be a missile
complex in central Montana.”
 “Data,” stuttered Picard, “I need to know the
exact date.”
“April 1st 2063,” reported Data.
“The day before First Contact,” stated Riker.
“That’s what they came here to do,” started
Picard, “stop First Contact.” He then thought to
himself, “to change history so they can easily
assimilate Earth and the entire Federation will never
have existed.”
“Then the missile complex is where Zefram
Cochrane is building his warp ship,” said Doctor
Beverly Crusher.
“Mr. Worf,” said Picard making his decision on
how to stop them and to check to make sure the
Phoenix was fine and still intact so First Contact
would happen as it was supposed to, “Quantum
Torpedoes… FIRE.”
Four quantum torpedoes raced from the
Enterprise towards the sphere and hit their mark.
Seconds later, the sphere exploded into a bright
green ball of burning plasma.
“Now we have to go down there and see what
ever damage they’ve done,” ordered Picard. “Data,
Beverly, you’re with me. Computer, mid twenty-first
century clothing.”
 TEN

Earth
Year: 2161
North Pole

Without its regeneration unit the Borg drone had

to work quickly if it was going to survive the harsh
climate it found itself in. At least the nanoprobes he
injected into the remnants of the ship were starting
to take affect rebuilding and reshaping the craft into
something that would be space worthy even though
it would be small. For the drone knew that all it had
to do was to make contact with a cube ship that was
from this era but lost on this side of the galaxy. With
the knowledge the drone posed from the future the
drone knew it would help the drones aboard the
cube turn the tables on humanity and assimilate
Earth and the entire Alpha Quadrant once and for all.
The only Borg drone on Earth didn’t have to care
that it couldn’t find anything to assimilate to start its
own collective so it could hear more than one voice
again for the ship he was having rebuilt by the
nanoprobes had detected the cube ship traveling
towards the planet at high warp. It knew that the
ship would arrive by the next morning. By that time
though, the drone hadn’t planned that its
assimilated ship would be ready to leave the planet,
but after a while when it was, the drone made the
decision to leave Earth and head out to meet the
cube halfway.
At about Earth’s midnight, the Borg drone was
ready to leave the homeworld of the human race. At
that moment, the cube ship that he needed to
rendezvous with was about to enter the Sol System
but they detected that their objective was on the
approach from the third planet in the system so they
decided to stop and wait.

*****

Elsewhere in deep space the United Earth’s

United Federation of Planets’ starship Enterprise was
taking its final cruise around the allied worlds of the
former Coalition of Planets from Draylax to Deneva,
Alpha Centauri to Ceti Alpha and the Altair System to
Tau Ceti. Every where the historical first Warp Five
starship of United Earth’s Starfleet went, everyone
that had access to a starship came to get a glance at
the ship. This action started to make many admirals
back at Starfleet Command a little worry that the
ship could be in danger from many of the enemies
that they had quickly lined up during their short six
year existence as the Coalition of Planets, among
them the Klingons and the Romulans. All of the
enemies of the Coalition and the newly formed
Federation had their hands tied though not knowing
that they were all facing the same mysterious
enemy.

*****

Klingon Space
Qam-Chee, the First City, Qo’noS

Chancellor M’Rek and Admiral Krell weren’t at all

in the best moods lately. Both had read the reports
coming from their boarder patrol ships that had
detected a mysterious perfect cube shaped vessel
that had always managed to destroy their ships but
the beings crewing them would always first board
the Klingon ships and attack the crews. From seeing
video transmissions sent back to Qo’noS by the
destroyed ships M’Rek and Krell watched as many of
their loyal warriors were either killed or changed.
Showing the videos to the many warriors that
gathered around to get a brief preview about what
they faced. The first thing they learned was that each
one of the mysterious beings after awhile weren’t
affected by their hand disruptors for some kind of
personal individual shield would activate around
them protecting them. The only weapons that
seemed to work were their Bat’leths since they were
sharp enough to get through the beings organic
parts that were more vulnerable but to close combat
method that worked also proved to be the downfall
to the Klingon warriors for they put themselves into
range of the beings cybernetic arms and were able to
be held in place while tubules came out of their
wrists towards their necks injecting nanoprobes into
their bloodstreams turning them into the very thing
they were trying to fight to no prevail.
Once almost five some videos of the same thing
occurring over and over again, Krell stud up to
address the High Council. “We have to do something
about these mysterious half-mechanical half-organic
beings that have the power to turn other fully
organic beings into their kind erasing all but a little of
their previous identities to all who encountered
them.”
“Admiral Krell is right,” said Chancellor M’Rek as
he stood up to address the High Council he presided
over. “We have to defeat this scourge, even if we
have to ally ourselves with our worst enemies. The
newly formed Federation hasn’t had to face this
scourge yet but they did encounter these beings
before, in fact that was only because their own
Arctic Transport craft was taken by these beings for
three of them were frozen in the Tera’ngans’
homeworld’s icecaps. The Earth vessel Enterprise NX-
01 managed to destroy that ship that these beings
had modified to suit their needs. Before that ship
was destroyed though, it sent a message to what the
Enterprise’s Science Officer, the Vulcan female,
thought was their homeworld in the Delta Quadrant.
A message that must have been intercepted for it
didn’t take the estimated seventy-five years to get
there. Therefore I propose we let the Tera’ngans
know what they have released upon the quadrant by
declaring war on them.”
“I object,” said a female voice in the crowd, “First,
I’m Commander Bu’kaH of the IRS NeresH and the
humans assisted us enough times for us not to
warrant going to war with them over this threat. We
should ally ourselves with them since they faced this
scourge already.”

*****

Romulan Space
Dartha City, Romulus
Romulan Imperial Senate

Praetor D’deridex wasn’t at all happy with the

Senate nor the fleet he was fully in charge of. He was
also mad at Admiral Valdore for losing the war with
the humans and their allies. They should have had
victory in their grasp with the Drone Ships that failed
because the Enterprise NX-01 had destroyed one and
damaged the other with the help of the alliance
formed with the Andorian, Tellarite and Vulcan fleets
that grew into the United Coalition of Planets and
then into the now newly formed United Federation
of Planets, and then again through the
Arrenhe’hwiua Telecapture System that should have
gained control of their ships and the Klingons so
easily but somehow turned out to be another one of
the empire’s busts. Valdore knew that he had to do
something fast to get back on Praetor D’deridex’s
good side, so to do that he decided the best idea
would be to destroy the one thing that was now
disgracing the empire. The same culprit that even
the Klingons were having to deal with… the
mysterious cybernetic beings and their cube shaped
starship.
Being in charge of the whole Romulan fleet
seemed to have its perks for Admiral Valdore had an
idea that her was hoping would turn out to be a
good one. He was going to dispatch half the fleet’s
Bird-of-Preys to patrol the newly formed Neutral
Zone boarder on the pretense of keeping an eye out
for Federation starships that might accidentally cross
it but the truth of their mission was to find and
eliminate the mysterious cube ship.

*****

Enterprise NX-01
Somewhere in Deep Space

Captain Archer while going over the newly

completed Duty Rooster that Commander T’Pol had
just given took a quick glance over towards the
Communications Station at the attractive and
intelligent woman sitting there, Ensign Hoshi Sato.
Looking at her he could tell that she wasn’t in a good
state of mind. He knew that sometimes she couldn’t
help but think that she had suffered some sort of
brain damage at the hands of the Xindi-Reptilians
who injected her with parasites. Now she sometimes
thought she had lost her ability to synthesize
knowledge and to do her best as Chief Translator
that she could possibly be but now that all seemed
to be going downhill lately. Now she wanted off of
Enterprise and she hadn’t decided how she was
going to break the news to Captain Jonathan Archer.
Little did she know that he was soon going to need
her expertise now more than ever before.
Archer’s paying more attention to Hoshi than to
his duties as ship’s captain almost surprised him
when Ensign Travis Mayweather spoke up from the
helm. “Captain, there’s a mysterious ship in out
path.”
“It’s a perfect cube,” reported T’Pol a little
shocked.
“I can’t tell if their weapons are armed or not,”
reported Reed, “but we have encountered the metal
type around it before.”
“True,” said T’Pol, “about seven years ago when
we encountered the upgraded Arctic Transport and
the mysterious cybernetic beings that crewed it. I
would hate to say it captain, but we’re in trouble.”
 “They’re blocking our path,” reported Ensign
Mayweather at the helm. “Every maneuver I try to
use to get around them they counter.”
“We’re being hailed,” reported Hoshi, “audio
only.”
“We are the Borg, depolarize your hull plating and
prepare to be boarded. Resistance is futile. We will
add your biological and technological distinctiveness
to our own, your culture will adapt to serve us.
Resistance is futile. We are the Borg.”
“Reed get those weapons back,” ordered Archer,
“Travis, keep trying to get us out of here. Hoshi,
contact Starfleet Command or any ship within range
able to render assistance.”
“I’ve managed to get through to Starfleet, their
sending three MACOs warships to intercept us along
with the Daedalus-class starships USS Carolina NCC
160 and the USS Horizon NCC 176, they’ll be here
within thirty minutes,” reported Hoshi, “the closest
ship is a Klingon battle cruiser, the IKS Nasha’raK,
and she’s only ten minutes away. They could be here
within a few seconds at maximum warp their
commander says. Their on a recon mission searching
for this cube ship that’s been destroying their ships
left and right.”
As much as Archer didn’t want any help from the
Klingon Empire two ships would stand a better
chance at surviving a fire fight while waiting for his
reinforcements to arrive. So he went over to Hoshi
and whispered in her ear, “tell them that we’ll
accept an offer of assistance.” Three seconds later a
Klingon battle cruiser dropped out of warp flanked
by two escort ships that immediately opened fire on
the alien cube ship inhabited by the beings calling
themselves the Borg.
 ELEVEN

Aboard the Borg ship the drones weren’t yet

ready for a firefight that might lead to their
destruction even if it was by primitive beings. So as
the reinforcement Federation starships joined the
battle, they activated their transwarp-drive and fled
the system back towards the Rigelian Badlands.
With the cube ship gone, the five Federation
starships and the three Klingon battle cruisers
flanked around Enterprise into a pattern that put the
historic Earth vessel in the center of the formation.
All ships set a course for Earth in a defensive posture
just in case their forward was ever blocked again.

*****

Back in the Rigelian Badlands, the Borg cube ship

finally was able to get the information they needed
out of the drone they had rescued in the Sol System.
A drone that seemed to possess information about a
future that couldn’t be, a future that needed
changing. “These beings you’ve encountered all
called humans and they’ve managed to stand up to
use and prevent assimilation since the day we first
encountered them. I’m from the future and I got here
because we launched a temporal invasion to prevent
their historic event of First Contact, but one of their
ships followed us back and stopped us. I survived the
destruction of the sphere ship I was aboard when the
USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E, a distant cousin of the
NX-class vessel you’ve encountered earlier. Since you
have re-assimilated me into the collective, I
suggestion we continue my original mission and
enslave this entire quadrant for the greater existence
of the collective and change many future events
while we’re at it.”
“Agreed,” thought the collective as one. In unison
the collective aboard the cube started going about
the business of getting the matcheration chambers
ready to bring the new drones they were about to
create to full maturity as one mind, one
consciousness in the collective. Their own personal
vendetta had begun again. Only this time they hoped
nothing would stand in their way. Except, as long as
there was a ship around bearing the name Enterprise
there would always be opposition. Therefore it was
decide that Earth would be their first target. A fact
that the fledgling United Federation of Planets
figured was coming along with Captain Archer and
they had a plan to stop it.

*****
 Inside Hoshi Sato’s quarters Captain Archer sat
beside her talking to her about the assignment he
wanted her to undertake but she kept hesitating on
it. “I can’t do it captain,” she said for the sixth time,
“I just don’t feel up to it and I also think I’m still
suffering from the Xindi parasites.”
“Hoshi,” Archer said trying to calm her down,
“you’re the only woman on board this ship that can
do this for me, as my Communications and Protocol
Officer, I need you to do this. If you don’t think
about it this way, Earth and the entire Alpha
Quadrant won’t exist as we know it now. You’re the
only woman that can do this for me; even Captain
Hernandez has her Communications/Protocol Officer
doing this.”
“Alright captain,” started Ensign Hoshi Sato,
“what do I need to do?”
“We encountered these beings before, roughly
eight years ago,” said Archer, “back then I
mentioned a so called story that Zefram Cochrane
told about telling exactly what happened during First
Contact in 2063, I need you to dig up that
information on these cybernetic beings the group of
humans from the future came back to stop from
enslaving the human race.”

*****
 At the Rigelian Badlands, the Borg collective was
quickly learning about the future. As one
consciousness they communicated with the re-
assimilated drone from the future, “So you’re saying
besides enslaving all the races of this quadrant, we
should also be bent on the total annihilation of one
ship, one crew, a ship bearing the name
‘Enterprise’.”
“You could have told us this earlier,” said the
collective as one, “the NX-class starship we
encountered earlier boor the name ‘Enterprise’, we
could have destroyed her then.”
“We’ll get another chance,” thought the newly
assimilated drone, “set a course for Earth, I would
suggest Warp Two Point Five. Take us through the
Asteroid Field. We need the element of surprise on
our hands if we’re going to be able to successfully
assimilate the human race into the collective.”
 TWELVE

Alpha Centauri III

“Our relay stations have picked up something

massive heading this way sir,” said Captain Chris
Wan to Commodore Shari Trevor, “it’s on a direct
course for Earth.”
“Warn them,” ordered Commodore Trevor, “keep
me apprised on the situation.”

………

Admiral Gardner wasn’t at all happy to learn that

Earth might be in danger for a second time within
weeks. The only good news he had was that the
Klingons were actually patrolling the boarder for
once without crossing over and staging raids on
Federation planets, colonies, starbases and convoy
ships. The actions of the Klingons for once would
seem that they were searching for something more
that conquest and bloodshed. For once in its short
existence, the Federation didn’t have anything to
fear from its closest warrior like neighbors for the
Klingons were on the warpath…yet and the
Romulans were still tucked safely behind the Neutral
Zone with their partially defeated fleet slowly
coming back into existence.
High in Earth orbit onboard the Enterprise, Hoshi
was staying in her quarters doing all that she could
to meet Archer’s request for she didn’t want to
disappoint him. Surprisingly even though she wasn’t
feeling that well and her mind was racing out of
control, she had found a lot of information on First
Contact, more than she expected to. Plus she
thought it was good that most of it was written by
Zefram Cochrane himself. After transferring the data
to her hand held data pad she started to search for
the words “future”, “cybernetic beings”, and
“enslaving the human race”. All of which she got hits
on so she went to work trying to find their weakness
but she couldn’t find one only the sentence “their
ability adapt to any particle beam weapon is
magnificent. This counter-defense easily prevents
their destruction as a group for when one adapts,
they all seem to adapt, this information from an eye
witness account given to me by my assistant Lilly
Sloan who spent some time on the ship from the
future.”
Reading further, Hoshi learned that one of the
ways the future ship which ironically was called
Enterprise destroyed the beings that took over their
ship by liquefying their organic components with
warp plasma from their warp core. This attack totally
killed their Queen and deactivated the remaining
drones while parts of them exploded into sparks.
“This is the information Jon needs,” Hoshi thought to
herself so she quickly scanned it and sent it over to
Archer’s computer terminal in both his Ready Room
and quarters so he would get it quickly.
Inside his quarters Jonathan was a little surprised
to hear his computer terminal blink in the middle of
the night, especially when the ship was only in Earth
orbit. No one would really need to contact him at
that hour of the night so he sadly got up and went
over to his desk almost waking Porthos. Activating
his terminal he noticed that he had an incoming data
transmission from Hoshi. He opened the file and first
read her note. “Captain, I’m sorry if I woke you, but
this is the information that you wanted that involves
what really happened during First Contact, written by
Cochrane himself but you did say he did rebuke this
all years later saying he was very drunk when he
wrote it and it wasn’t really the truth so history
doesn’t believe it. Well with that said, I’ve also set
this report to your Ready Room’s terminal too just in
case your still in there. While these cybernetic beings
cannot be destroyed because they adapt to
everything that can be thrown at them. Hand to
hand combat is a bad idea because they can easily
inject you with their nanoprobes, as Phlox learned
eight years ago, and transform you into one of them.
The only thing that kills them is warp plasma since it
liquefies their organic components but to destroy the
whole group at the same time, you need to locate
and destroy the Queen, the rest will either slightly
explode or just be deactivated until a new Queen is
created. Well I hope you find this useful Jon, good
night.”
After reading Hoshi’s report Jonathan didn’t know
what came over him but he wanted her to know how
grateful he was that she had gotten him the
information. “Archer to Hoshi,” he said into his wall
mounted inter-ship communicator that he tied in
directly to her quarters, “please come to my
quarters, thank you.”
A few moments later Hoshi arrived at his
quarter’s door wearing only her night clothes which
got Jonathan just a little more in a good mood. He
swept her into his quarters and before he could think
better of it kissed her right on her lovely lips, at that
very moment it hit him that she really was a woman
and not just some officer on his ship. “How the hell
did I not fully notice that before?”
Hoshi was a little shocked that the Captain had
just pulled him towards her and started to kiss her
but she actually quickly realized that she loved the
feel of his lips touching hers. She didn’t want this kiss
to end ever but when Jonathan pulled away she got
sad but didn’t show it. Instead she looked up into his
eyes as he said “I’m sorry Hoshi, I didn’t mean to kiss
you like that, I was only planning on kissing your
cheek… sorry I did that.”
 Instead of replying Hoshi decided that the best
bet would to do what her heart was telling her and
not her brain. She grabbed Jonathan and pulled him
back towards her and repressed her lips to his and
felt the same spark she had felt only moments
earlier. At that moment Jonathan realized the
passion that was flowing through Hoshi’s veins. The
moment her lips left his Jonathan made his decision,
he wasn’t going to live aboard a starship without
companionship, fraternization regulations be
dammed, “for if Trip could do it, so can I,” he thought
as he said “Hoshi, will you marry me?”
“Yes, Jonathan,” replied Hoshi happily, “I’ll marry
you, but I’ll need time to get ready, say in about a
year?”
“Agreed,” said Jonathan, “we’ve been through so
much already and we still got the threat being
brought by these cybernetic beings to deal with.”
 THIRTEEN

Enterprise NX-01
Two Days Later, Deep Space

After learning about the cube ship heading

directly for Earth, Captain Archer and the brass
headed admirals at Starfleet Command decided to
mobilize a task force of the Enterprise and all the
nearest Daedalus-class starships and go engage and
hopefully destroy the alien cube ship before it could
reach Earth and conquer the human homeworld.
After all that was done Jonathan and the rest of his
crew knew that the Enterprise NX-01 was about to
be decommissioned and added to the mothball fleet
and there was nothing Archer or anyone could do
about it, an era was about to come to an end and a
new group of explorers would take up the reins.

*****

Massing around the asteroid belt was twelve

Daedalus-class starships, three NX-class starships
including the Enterprise NX-01 and five MACOs
warships. Forming an attack formation that would
become known as Attack Pattern Alpha-One the
twenty Federation starships and one Klingon cruiser
got ready to mount their offensive against the still
mysterious cybernetic beings. Back while the fleet
was still mobilizing at Earth, Admiral Gardner gave
Archer full command of their forces and even the
Klingons aboard the Bird-of-Prey IKS Jotara agreed to
take orders from a Tera’ngan. “All ships, this is
Captain Archer, the cybernetic beings cube ship will
be here soon. Whenever you get a weapons lock fire
at will. MACOs standby to transport aboard with the
warp plasma in the storage containers, everyone you
know what to do; this ship doesn’t get to leave here
as long as there’s one of our ships left. Give it
everything you got to destroy it; hopefully we’ll gain
a glorious victory and lots of honor today. Then for
the Klingons he added… today is a good day to die.”
Seconds later as the cube ship entered weapons
range every one of the twenty ships let lose a
barrage of phaser or disruptor fire along with a full
spread of photonic torpedoes. Every single blast hit
their mark and bearly penetrated the cube’s hull, but
it did make the newly activated futuristic shields
flutter. “More blasts like that one,” ordered Archer,
“then the shields should collapse and we’ll be able to
transport aboard. According to Hoshi and NX-02
Columbia’s Chief Communications officer, Ensign
Sidra Valerian’s research, once were aboard their
ship, the Borg as they call themselves will ignore us
until they consider us a threat. We have to planet
the Warp Plasma bombs before that happens. This
mission is dangerous, that’s why I’ll be leading it
along with my Chief Tactical Officer, Lieutenant
Malcolm Reed. Let’s get this over with, all ships open
fire and don’t stop even if those shields collapse.
That’s an order.”
The attacks on the Borg ship took longer than
Archer would have liked but their outcome was the
same. The shields to the Borg cube collapsed.
Seconds later, the team consisting of twenty MACOs,
Reed and himself transported aboard the cube to
plant their Warp Plasma explosives. Little did they
know that the Borg Queen herself wasn’t on that
ship but still inside the Unicomplex in the Delta
Quadrant that they still knew nothing about, nor did
the Borg yet know about humanity.
Inside the Borg cube ship everything looked as
familiar as it had aboard the Arctic Transport eight
years ago only this time, the vessel was clearly more
dreary and warmer with a temperature at Thirty-
Two Point Six degrees Celsius. As the humans made
their way towards the center of the cube they found
that Archer was right, the Borg drones hadn’t
considered them a threat yet but after they
completed planting the bombs, that could quickly
turn out to be a different story.
It didn’t take that long to get to the core of the
cube, it only seemed to Archer and the rest of his
team that they were on the move for about thirty
minutes. Thirty minutes that would mean they
would have to get back to their extraction point
undetected before the explosives were to go off and
if that didn’t happen the results would be disastrous
if their actions were discovered. The humans didn’t
care though, what they were doing was to save
humanity and their homeworld, they went about
their task and managed to get back to their
extraction point just as the explosives went off
destroying the Borg cube and all the drones aboard
her.
 EPILOGUE-TWO

One Year Later

Deep Space

The only ships still traveling in space from the

former Enterprise NX-01 were her shuttle pods and
the newly commissioned Daedalus-class starships
that the United Federation of Planets had just
recently launched. Archer was right all a long, a new
generation of explorers was being born. He and his
now pregnant wife, Ensign Hoshi Sato found
themselves sitting behind separate desks at Starfleet
Command Headquarters waiting for the day they
would be able to travel the stars again.
Out lurking in the galaxy though was a new evil,
an evil that wasn’t going to stop for anyone. To these
unknown aliens, it was time for the Votality to strike
a blow to humanity and to claim what was rightfully
theirs…
PART THREE
TOTAL WAR
 PRELUDE

Year: 2153, Almost Ten Years Earlier

Enterprise NX-01
Coridan

“I’m sorry Trip,” started Captain Archer, “but I

have to take T’Pol on this one.”
“Now I know you’re kidding Capt’,” replied Trip.
“Not this time Trip,” replied Captain Archer,
“T’Pol’s being transferred, or should I say removed, a
Vulcan ship is coming to get her; the Ni’Var, it’ll be
here in four days. I just want to take her on one
more away mission with her captain before she
leaves.”
“Why is she being removed Capt’?” asked Trip
thinking it had something to do with the humans and
their mission.
“The Vulcan Monastery at P’Jem was destroyed
by the Andorians earlier in the week,” started
Jonathan, “T’Pol’s being recalled because the
Vulcans blame her for it. They can’t blame me so
their taking it out on my Science Officer, all their
looking for is a scapegoat and she’s it. Those logical
bastards, I need my Science Officer and I bet their
going to be wanting their dam Star charts back too,
while they can have them for if it wasn’t for those
damn star charts we wouldn’t have ever found P’Jem
and this whole damn thing wouldn’t be happening.”
“Sounds like he has a thing for T’Pol, or is getting
emotional about her,” said Trip to himself, out loud
he said, “I understand Capt.’, you want some alone
time with T’Pol, it’s understandable.”
Later that morning, Captain Jonathan Archer sat
at the helm of Shuttlepod One with Sub-Commander
T’Pol in the co-pilot’s chair. For part of the journey to
the planet Coridan from the orbiting Enterprise, T’Pol
was quite but just as the shuttle entered the
atmosphere she said, “Captain, I don’t understand
why I was chosen for this mission, Ensign Sato or
Commander Tucker would have made a better
choice.”
“I thought you would enjoy one final mission with
your captain before you left,” replied Archer, “or we
could just return to the ship and drop you off and I
could take Hoshi instead.”
“No,” said T’Pol, “anyways returning to the ship
now would be a waste of fuel, we should just
continue on course to the capital city.”
That’s when the alarms on the shuttlepod went
off and two fixed wing aircrafts came up behind her.
“Did the chancellor say anything about sending an
escort?” asked Captain Archer.
 “I don’t believe they’re an escort,” answered
T’Pol as the fixed wing aircrafts fired on the shuttle
forcing it down miles away from the capital city.
With the shuttle down, it was forcefully entered by
three unknown aliens who knocked out T’Pol and her
captain and kidnapping them bring them to their
militant base and leader who interrogates them and
also recognizes T’Pol as a Vulcan but has never seen
the Captain’s species before.
When the Coridan rebels hit Archer for saying
that Enterprise’s protein resequencer can make
chicken sandwiches T’Pol says, “he doesn’t know
anything, he’s the ship’s Steward.”
“Now I see,” said the rebel leader to T’Pol,
“you’re the Captain.”
“Perhaps,” replied T’Pol.
The rebel leader then gets mad at T’Pol saying
“Your people support this government that is trying
to eradicate us for our beliefs.”
“You’re terrorists,” replied T’Pol, “their doing
what is needed to protect their city and people.”
“While there are nearly as many people living in
the city as there is outside it,” said the rebel leader,
“it’s no emerald city if you get my drift.”
Once the guard left Archer looked at T’Pol with
one not so happy look and said, “A Steward, that’s
the best you come up with?”
“Well it’s the best I could come up with that
quickly,” answered T’Pol.
 Back on Enterprise, Commander Tucker got a
communication from Chancellor Kalev in the capital
city asking him, “have your Captain and Sub-
Commander left the ship yet?”
“Yes,” answered Trip, “is there a problem?”
“Then yes there is,” replied Chancellor Kalev,
“their shuttle was shot down by a radical group of
fundamentalists.”
“You could have told us you were in the middle of
a civil war,” replied Trip.
“We don’t consider this a civil war, Commander,”
replied Chancellor Kalev.
“While these fundamentalists have most likely
kidnapped your Captain and the Sub-Commander,”
replied Chancellor Kalev, “they won’t kill them, but
it’s important that you don’t give into their
demands, we’ll deal with this situation.”
“Sir the Vulcan ship Ni’Var is here, and her
commander, a Commander Sopek is hailing us,” said
Hoshi, “their asking to speak with Captain Archer and
to have Sub-Commander T’Pol ready for transport.”
Once the guards left Archer and T’Pol alone, they
managed to stand up shift out of their bonds, after
falling on top of each other about three times with
Archer finding his head in her chest with his nose
planted right between her cleavage before they
finally got them off.
Once they were free a guard walked in so they
tried to subdue him but another guard coming into
the shanty shack caught them off guard knocked
them out and rebound them, this time even tighter
than before.

………

Back aboard Enterprise Trip realized he had no

choice for Sopek had been nagging and nagging the
commander about where Captain Archer and T’Pol
were. Finally he decided to give in. “We have a
problem, the Captain and Sub-Commander went
down to the capital city in a shuttlepod but on their
way there, they were shot down and kidnapped. The
kidnappers want us to give them forty phase pistols.
Even if we were going to give them to them, we only
have fifteen.”
“We’ll handle this,” said Sopek, “anyways, I’m the
senior Vulcan in this sector; it’s my call on what we
do. We’ll take it from here.”
Trip turned to Malcolm and after Hoshi closed the
communication channel on Sopek asked “Is your
rescue plan all set to go?”
“Yes,” answered Malcolm, “All I’m waiting for is
your order.”
“Go,” replied Trip, “find the Captain and T’Pol
before those Vulcans decide to do something that
gets both the Captain and Sub-Commander killed.”
So together Trip and Malcolm headed to the launch
bay to take shuttlepod two and launch their mission.
A minute or two after the shuttle left Enterprise;
Sopek got suspicious and re-contacted the
Enterprise. Once the channel was open he asked
Hoshi “Where was that shuttlepod going?”
“What shuttle pod?” asked Hoshi.
“The one that just left your launch bay a few
minutes ago,” answered Sopek.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said
Hoshi, she started to make the communications
channel crackle up, “we get shuttle pods coming and
going, it’s a lot like Union Station around here. Your
breaking up…” she closed the channel on him making
it really sound like there was static interfering with
the transmission.

………

On the surface, Trip and Malcolm were going

about their business trying to locate their Captain
and Sub-Commander/Science Officer but they too
were kidnapped, but this time it wasn’t by the
rebels. Instead it was four Andorians, one of which
believed he owed Captain Archer a favor and by
rescuing him he would repay his debt in full and
finally be able to get some sleep. That Andorian was
no other that Commander Shran of the Andorian
Imperial Guard, the exact same Andorian who Archer
and T’Pol helped discover the Vulcan listening post
at the P’Jem Monastery, the same listening post that
ended up getting the place destroyed.
Shran looked at Trip and said “Pinkskin, what do
you think you’re doing here? And don’t say you’re
hare to get your Captain and the Vulcan back
because you’re terribly outgunned and outmanned,
you’d never succeed, but you can help us do the
exact same thing and it will make your odds that
much better.”
Trip looked at Malcolm then back at Shran and
asked, “Why are you trying to help us? The last time
we met, you tried to kill us. Oh, that’s right without
he Captain’s help you would have never found the
Vulcan listening post on P’Jem.”
“I’m only doing this for one reason,” replied
Shran, “to get a good night sleep and to repay my
debt to your Captain, after this, we’re even.”
Agreeing to help each other, the two humans and
four Andorians with the help of an inside man got
into the rebels’ compound and were able to mount
their rescue until the Vulcans crashed the party and
a bloodbath ensued. There was no way they were
going to get out alive but luck seemed to be on their
side when together the Vulcans, Andorians, and
humans subdued the rebels and freed the Captain
and T’Pol. While talking to Sopek though, one of the
rebels came to and aimed his plasma rifle at Sopek.
Before the rebel could fire, T’Pol stepped in the line
of fire and took the bullet directly in her thigh.
Archer ran over to her motionless body, picked her
up and tried to leave but Sopek stopped him saying
“She’s one of my people, we’ll take her.”
Archer wasn’t in the mood for listening to Sopek
nor did he want to give T’Pol up without a fight so he
replied angrily, “She’s still my Science Officer.” He
and his fellow humans then left returning to the two
shuttle pods and Enterprise.
As the humans left Shran and his fellow Andorians
also walked out but as Shran past Sopek he said, “It
should be you dying, not her.”

*****

Back aboard Enterprise, Captain Archer was

standing over a bio-bed with an unconscious naked
T’Pol covered only in a medical blanket laying on it.
He looked to Doctor Phlox and asked “Will she live?”
“I believe so, but I don’t recommend moving her
or reawakening her yet.”
“Alright thank you doctor,” replied Archer. With
that said, the Doctor turned and left the curtained
off area of Sickbay just as Sopek and a Vulcan guard
walked in. Sopek past through the curtain and asked
the Captain “Will she live?”
“Yes,” answered Archer, “but taking her back to
Vulcan like this will be a disgrace to her.”
“What she did at the monastery cannot just be
excused,” replied Sopek.
“But what if a highly dedicated Vulcan like
yourself went before the High Command on her
behalf, would they rethink this transfer?”
“I don’t know,’ replied Sopek, “but I am going
before the High Command in three days, if there’s
time Captain, I’ll bring up this matter.”
 “Thank you Sopek,” replied Archer.
Sopek then turned and left Sickbay with the
Vulcan guard following right behind. As he walked
back to the airlock and his ship, he thought to
himself, “Does this human captain have a thing for
T’Pol, a Vulcan female? Yea right, he doesn’t even
trust Vulcans, like he even rally likes this one, but
then again he did seem really upset about parting
with her. Maybe he does have some sort of feelings
for her, well I bet on her part, their not returned. Or
are they?”
Meanwhile back in Sickbay, Sub-Commander
T’Pol was regaining consciousness thanks to the fact
that the only reason she was unconscious in the first
place was because Doctor Phlox had given her a
sedative to keep her asleep because Archer knew
Sopek would show up and he wanted T’Pol to look
like she was in bad shape so she would be able to
stay aboard the Enterprise. Once she had come too,
T’Pol looked at Archer tried to lie up as he caught the
blanket covering her before it revealed too much
and she asked “Commander Sopek?”
“He’s alright because of you,” answered Archer,
“you’re a very brave Vulcan like that for taking a
plasma bullet like that, but I remember you did the
same thing for me once on Rigel during our first
mission.”
“True,” is all T’Pol would say to that.
“And one other thing T’Pol,” started Jonathan, “I
think Sopek is going to make a case to the High
Command about you staying here, I think you made
quit an impression on him.”
“You should have consulted me first,” replied
T’Pol.
“You can still leave if you want to,” countered
Archer.
“Doing so would be against my doctor’s orders,”
said T’Pol. “And yours,” she added in a thought
knowing that he couldn’t hear her.

*****

Almost Eight Years Later

Year: 2161
After The Founding of the United Federation of
Planets
Lieutenant Charles “Trip” Tucker III’s Funeral
Earth, Miami, Florida

No one member of the crew of the starship

Enterprise NX-01 were ready for what they were
about to face. First they had witnessed the makings
of a historic moment during the signing of the
charter that gave birth to an alliance that future
generations would come to know as the United
Federation of Planets. This was to be a happy time,
their ship may have been decommissioned and
joined the slowly forming Mothball Fleet but they all
had good memories aboard that ship; a ship that
served both Earth and Starfleet so well for if it wasn’t
for her, Earth would have been a pile of ruble six to
seven years earlier during the Xindi crisis. There was
so much to celebrate but a member of that crew was
no longer among the living for he gave his life to save
his captain and the ship he loved so much, now the
crew and many other members of Starfleet found
themselves on their way to the sate of Florida to a
little cemetery in Miami for Trip’s funeral.
Captain Jonathan Archer took one look outside
his hotel window and saw the rain coming down in
buckets; he didn’t care though, rain or no rain,
nothing was going to stop him from going to his
friend’s funeral. For some reason without a care in
the world Captain Archer walked out of the hotel
without an umbrella and started to walk the fifteen
blocks to the cemetery and the funeral, all he was
wearing was his black trench coat that he decided to
turn up the collar as he walked to protect his neck
from the cold rain. The streaks that ran down his
face and clung to his hair felt good and he was too
lost in his thoughts, regretting the day, regretting the
loss of his friend, to notice his clothes had become
completely soaked.
When he made it to the cemetery; filled with
banyan trees, crumbling tombstones and Spanish
moss; he shoved his hands in his pockets, bowed his
head and headed for the Tucker plot. Each step took
him past deceased Florida dignitaries (Spanish
explorers, colonists, governors, congressman,
warriors and judges) and finally to a hero, a hero,
that children may not hear about in their history
class. He spotted the gravesite… mainly because the
crowd of people who’d gathered despite the
torrential downpour.
Mrs. Mayzie Tucker, a slim woman in her sixties
with a black dress and shining white pearls draped
around her neck, buried her gray hair into her
husband’s shoulder. Mr. Charles Tucker II, a lean
man with a thinning blonde head of hair, merely
bowed his head to keep his eyes trained on the
casket… the one his son occupied. The umbrella in
his hand was black.
Archer eyes danced over other people gathered
at this event. He caught Admiral Jeffries in the
crowd, trying to blend in rather than use his rank and
name to come closer; he wasn’t wearing his uniform;
just a black suit. A grimace worried his tan face and
his thick frame slouched. Admiral Gardner was there,
his form straight, legs spread bearly apart and his
hands behind his back like a soldier. There was Black,
Smith ….
All of Starfleet’s top brass were there.
All of them.
And so was everyone from Enterprise. Archer saw
Hoshi, crying, locked arm in arm with both Reed and
Mayweather. Reed’s stiff upper lip trembled and he
fished into his gray suit pocket to pull out a
handkerchief for the woman next to him.
Mayweather’s head was bent and he took shallow
breaths.
 There was a slight woman with auburn hair and a
black dress holding a large purple umbrella, as if it
was the only one her hotel could provide, that
protected her from the rain. Her face, although stoic,
was sad as if she’d wrestled difficult and painful
emotions and let them win. The glow that typically
radiated around her was dampened and the sparkle
in her eyes was gone. He noticed she clutched
something in her hand, her thumb worrying over it.
Slipping beside her, he gave her a sad smile and
then watched the ground.
“Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here today…”
The pastor, a man with a wide-Irish face and
round glasses, looked across the crowd and then
down at his Bible. Even he had trouble getting the
words out, as if he knew the commander and his
sacrifice.
“To honor Commander Charles Tucker III as God
welcomes him with open arms and takes him to his
bosom.”
At those words, T’Pol scooted closer to Archer
and shared her umbrella with him.
One of the guests then started to speak on the
behalf of Trip’s parents. The speaker, a relative of
Trip’s started to tell a story that at the time that it
happened made Trip’s father very upset, but now
ironically it was more like something he could laugh
at.“We remember Trip, the man; he was gentle,
caring, funny, sweet… a SCUBA diver. Mayzie and
Charlie asked me to tell a story about their son. A
boy of only nine years old, he managed to take apart
the motor to their vehicle. When his father, upset
and annoyed, came to talk to Trip, the boy smiled
brilliantly…”
As a reflex because he thought the story was
funny and he also remembered Trip telling him
exactly the same thing years ago, Archer just nodded
and smiled, and at the same time out of the corner
of his eye, he saw that T’Pol bobbed her head, too. It
made him wrap his hand around hers. She didn’t
protest, instead, she held his grip a little firmer just
needing to be comforted after loosing her ex-lover,
even though it was her choice to end their
relationship years earlier, it had become a mutual
decision and that had made it easier for her and Trip
to stay friends; but now she had lost her friend. Now
she only had one true friend, one true companion
left that she knew she could un-doubtfully trust
without a doubt; that friend was no other than her
captain, Jonathan Archer.
About an hour and ten minutes later the funeral
came to an end, as each went up to the casket to say
their last goodbyes, T’Pol made her decision. A
decision that wasn’t to hard to make for she was
finally free, she would never have to hear Trip’s
thoughts again, she was finally free to choose a new
bondmate, someone she would truly want to be
with. So she threw her IDIC onto the coffin as it was
lowered into the ground and dirt was thrown on it.
With both weights gone, she had no choice but to
run to catch up with Jonathan, Hoshi, Malcolm,
Travis, and Doctor Phlox. Once she was with them,
she took Archer’s hand again and said “I need to talk
to you.”
“Come to dinner tonight with me, I’ll pick you up
at six,” replied Jonathan, “we’ll talk then.”
“Alright, I’m staying at the Sapphire Hotel,” said
T’Pol, “Room 305, Floor 3.”
“Alright T’Pol, then it’s a date” said Jonathan
chuckling to himself wondering how the female
Vulcan would take it; thinking that she’s shrug it off
as a human emotion, “I’ll see you then.”
As Jonathan left her side, T’Pol started to wonder
what he had meant by “then it’s a date” for she not
being human didn’t know anything much about the
human concept of dating. “Maybe it’s time to try
another experiment,” she thought but then she
remembered that that was how her relationship with
Commander Tucker had started and she didn’t want
to end up in that type of boat just yet. She wasn’t
ready for love again.

….

Hours Later
Dinner at a Fancy Restaurant in Miami

After leaving his hotel and heading to the hotel

T’Pol was at for their dinner date, a date that they
had planned after the funeral, Archer found himself
with his hand in midair frozen. He wanted to bring
himself to knock on T’Pol’s door, to get her attention
but something hit him like a ton of bricks, six years
earlier, Trip and T’Pol were in a relationship, the
whole crew knew it but said nothing, a relationship
that she choose to end after they find out that their
DNA was cloned by Terra Prime into a faulty Vulcan-
Human hybrid baby girl that they named Elizabeth
after Trip’s sister who died in the Xindi attack. Only
that child died because of a flaw in the cloning
process. It was a death neither of the two unready
parents were ready for, so as a result T’Pol couldn’t
bear to keep the relationship going so she ended
way back in 2155.
Even after that thought, the August Miami heat
brought Jonathan back to reality as his white shirt
started to get soaked with his sweat he decided on
just knocking on T’Pol’s hotel door. As she opened
the door, he noticed that she was wearing
something that resembled a cross between a cocktail
dress and a Vulcan robe. It had a Nehru collar, with
short sleeves, but instead of the hem flowing to the
ground; it hit her at the ankles. The color was a deep
blue, like the name of the hotel, and shiny.
It was the most unVulcan he’d ever seen her
wear, but fit in with the atmosphere of the
restaurant. Realizing this must be what Vulcans
called informal wear, he stopped in front of her.
“Thank you for coming,” she said.
“My pleasure. You look…,” started Jonathan.
 She waited.
“Nice,” he said.
“I have few clothing left that are unsoiled,” said
T’Pol looking at his totally sweat soaked shirt.
“I know the feeling,” said Jonathan, pulling a fast
one on her.
After Jonathan changed into one of the cleaner
shirts T’Pol just happened to have, the two of them
headed to the restaurant only twenty paces away in
silence. The waiter, detecting their somber mood,
put them at a table in the corner of the room
figuring they would rather be alone in a secluded
area.
Once they sat down, both grabbed their menus,
picked out the foods they wanted and ordered.
Unlike most women, Archer mused; T’Pol always
knew what she wanted without reservations or a
change of mind. It was part of what he’d always
admired about her and was also one of the reasons
why he was attracted to her but never voiced his
feelings. Something he wished he had done so many
times since he found out that Trip and her were a
couple, now he could get his chance he thought as
he took a sip of his wine.
“I spent some time with Mr. and Mrs. Tucker this
afternoon, after the ceremony,” said T’Pol, “I figured
I should since while you know.”
Jonathan exhaled sadly, but managed to make it
look like he was undergoing regular breathing and
drank another sip of his wine.
 Since he didn’t respond to her, T’Pol just decided
to continue speaking. “They were … pleased … about
the number of people at the ceremony.”
He put down his wine, and finally spoke to her. “I
was happy to see everyone there, too,” he said. “I
spoke with Admiral Gardner just two days ago. I had
no idea he was coming.”
“I assumed you’d asked him to come,” thought
T’Pol only she ended up saying it out loud instead.
“I did,” started Jonathan thinking out his next
words carefully for he didn’t want to leak out any
classified information, “but… well, he’s been busy
lately.”
T’Pol tucked a strand of hair behind her ear while
at the same time knew what Jonathan was trying to
hide. “I heard about the attacks.”
From across the table, Jonathan’s eyebrows lifted.
“I didn’t think you had that kinda security clearance.”
He then said to her in a whisper so no one else
nearby would hear, “three cargo ships attacked by
an unknown ship and for unknown reasons, leaving
Starfleet more questions than answers. I myself
didn’t even find out until two days ago, before I left
for Miami.”
After the words were out of his mouth, it hit him.
He sat back, holding the drink in his hand with a
strange smile spreading across his face. Pride.
“Gardner offered you your own command, didn’t
he?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
 Placing his elbows on the table, he leaned
forward. “Congratulations, T’Pol. That’s great.”
Her eyes fell on the water in front of her, and she
lifted it to her lips.
“You’re going to accept it, aren’t you?” he asked.
She remained quiet.
“T’Pol?”
After taking a long sip and setting it neatly back
down, she finally lifted her eyes and stared at him.
“No,” she finally answered, “NO, and its because
I’m… uncertain about my feelings for Starfleet.” She
paused. “And I have been thinking about returning
Vulcan.”
Jonathan thought he knew why that was her
answer so he said, “Listen, during times like these it’s
difficult…. You shouldn’t make rash decisions about
your life after a traumatic event.”
“I see. Like your decision to turn down a
promotion?” she asked.
“That’s different.” Archer squirmed in his seat. “I
can’t see myself as admiral. I mean, I can’t see
myself behind a desk, pushing papers, telling
captains what and where to explore. That’s just not
me.”
“I didn’t realize filing papers and giving orders
were the only things Admiral Gardner did,” said T’Pol
a little surprised for she thought that the admiral did
a lot more than that.
He narrowed his eyes and smirked at his drink;
she had him, but he’d be damned if he’d admit it. So,
he switched gears. “What are you going to do on
Vulcan?”
“Consider my options. Did I tell you I received a
communiqué from Minister T’Pau?”
“No,” answered Jonathan
“She asked me to meet with her next Tuesday,”
said T’Pol wondering why she never told him earlier.
She had never kept secrets from him before; she was
his first officer, his confidante.
“Did she say what the meeting was about?” asked
Jonathan starting to get very curious why she would
have kept something like this from him knowing she
had never done so before… except for her
relationship of course, and that he had to learn the
hard way like the rest of the crew did.
“No,” she responded.
“You’re not going to meet with her… are you?”
asked Jonathan thinking he already knew the answer
and it was that she wasn’t.
“Captain?” she said.
“You are?” She didn’t respond, so he asked again.
“I guess you are. And… I think you can call me by my
name, T’Pol.”
Squinting her eyes, he could tell she wondered
after all these years what he’d want to be called.
“Jonathan is fine,” he said.
“Very well…,”she still couldn’t bring herself to say
his name to him for all these years she knew he liked
her and didn’t act on it, all the while wishing he
would’ve, then she wouldn’t have chosen Trip for
her experiment in human sexuality, she would have
chosen him. Finally giving herself the courage she
said her last word, “… Jonathan.”
He smiled at the sound of her voice finally saying
his name. something he longed to hear her say since
the moment he met her way back during Enterprise’s
first mission, to bring Klaang back to his homeworld
of Qo’noS.
“Yes,” answered T’Pol, “she’s arranged for us to
talk next week.”
“That’s why you’re going to Vulcan?” asked
Jonathan hoping that was the only reason. Only her
next words proved him wrong.
“Not entirely,” she replied.
Trying to imagine what the minister would want,
he threw down the rest of his drink. Half-lidded eyes
watched as she explained the cryptic note she
received and what she planned on doing while on
the planet. Her explanation was vague, a Vulcan
ritual that is renewed as necessary… like the one
given on P’Jem, but his brain echoed a word:
Kolinahr.
Images of Vulcans wearing restraints, cloaked in
black robes, prostrated themselves in front of
priests. Their teeth gnashed, their cheeks flushed
with emotion, they sometimes cried out to purge
whatever remained… inner demons. It was an
ancient practice Vulcans underwent to seek logic and
reason… to suppress emotions. He wasn’t sure how
he knew that information, she certainly didn’t
mention it. And yet it flittered in his brain like a
candle being lit for meditation.
Stopping her, he said the name of the ritual. “The
Kolinahr,” he whispered.
Rather than answer, an eyebrow prodded up
against her forehead and she slowly returned a few
words. “I sometimes find it… troubling what
knowledge you retained from Surak’s katra. After all,
you know more about my people from before the
Time of Awakening than I do, and its supposed to be
my history, my culture.”
Tightly, he grinned. “Me too, I find it troubling
too.” Then ducking his head, his fingers knotted his
cloth napkin. “You know, we’ve always appreciated
you just the way you are.”
Her eyes fell back on the tablecloth. She didn’t
really understand what he meant by “we”; and part
of her didn’t want to know while the other part did;
but she decided it would be best not to ask. She
knew deep down in her heart that he would tell her
when he was good and ready.
“Why the sudden decision to do it?” asked
Jonathan not wanting T’Pol to have to go undergo
something painful if she really didn’t need to.
“The decision is hardly sudden,” she countered.
She didn’t want to have to justify herself to him. No
matter who he was to her or how much she cared
about him. Some things she figured were just best to
remain to herself. She had no idea that someday in
the near future she would be sharing her inner most
thoughts with him… and much more.
“You’ve been thinking about this for a while?”
asked Jonathan hoping she would answer him. He
knew eventually she would want to put a stop to this
conversation. Most likely by somehow changing the
subject.
“Yes,” she replied still wondering why she was
letting this conversation continue. To her, it was
starting to feel like an interrogation, an interrogation
she didn’t want to undergo. One she felt she didn’t
have to undergo; so she decided if the conversation
was to get anymore personal she would have no
choice but to end it.
“And it’s not just because Trip died?” asked
Jonathan thinking that had to be the answer. “Her
relationship with him has left scars deep down that
she’s trying to hide. Scars that I would never have let
her have if she and I were together.”
Her eyes leveled on him, and under the weight he
rested his chin on his chest. Part of him knowing
that she wasn’t comfortable talking about her
undergoing the Kolinahr. He still didn’t want her to
have to undergo some pain just for whatever her
reasons were. “If it is,” he began, “there’s nothing to
be embarrassed about.”
She sighed. “Jonathan, Trip and I had a…
relationship.”
“I know,” replied Jonathan, “to tell you the truth,
everyone on Enterprise knew that, and I bet you
know it broke my heart to find out. I’ve never told
you, but I’ve had feelings for you since the first day
you came aboard Enterprise.”
She nodded. “It took place many years ago,
but….”
You’re confused?” asked Jonathan.
“Yes. In numerous ways. I’ve been planning to
return to Vulcan and begin this ritual for some
time…,” she said almost bringing tears to her eyes,
for part of her knew she was hurting him. Only if she
could tell him that she was only planning on
undergoing the ritual just to forget everything about
her time with Trip and to prepare herself for the
relationship she really wanted to have.
He knew when it probably started. “Since your
mother died during the bombing of the Syrrannites’
compound, back when we were in The Forge
together?”
“Yes,” she answered him trying to draw strength
from him to help her go on.
“I’m sure this funeral has brought up painful
memories about her,” said Jonathan trying to
comfort her; but no matter what he did, he couldn’t.
He wasn’t a Vulcan; maybe if she underwent the
Kolinahr Ritual she would feel better and confide in
him once more.
“I would hypothesize you do know,” she said.
“After all you just admitted you have feelings for
me,” she thought. Then out loud she added “you
have to know as someone who loves me.”
 He sighed. “Yeah.” Giving a sad smile, as he
crossed his legs. “There was a torrential rain the day
of Dad’s funeral. But, it didn’t stop everyone from
coming.”
T’Pol was silent, and he leaned over. “You’ll get
through this.”
“I was wondering about you,” she said.
Smirking slightly, he agreed. “We’ll get through
this together, just you and I, as one, I’m always here
if you need me T’Pol.”
Dinner wore on and the two talked about
everything… old times, his speech and the press’
glowing write-ups, the Federation and how the
organization was going to change politics. They
talked about Trip, how much he meant to them,
including stories regaling exactly how much they
cared for the engineer.
And they discussed the future: what would
happen to everyone from Enterprise. Phlox had
already accepted a position on Earth to lead Starfleet
Medical. Hoshi agreed to an assignment to Starfleet
Central Command to decipher languages. Reed was
drafted by Starfleet Security to assist with tactical
procedures, like perfecting his “tactical alert.” Travis
was still hedging between running his own cargo ship
and accepting an assignment aboard the USS Apollo
NX-12. The only future they knew nothing about was
theirs or that the whole crew would be given the
chance to return to the Enterprise one last time.
Only one thing was for sure, life wasn’t standing still.
Everything was moving on, whether Trip died or not.
“It’s 0115,” he said. His eyes apologetically met
their waiter’s, who obviously were on the verge of
kicking them out.
“I didn’t realize it was so late,” she said, “it seems
they met what they said when they said time flies.”
He stood up and set his napkin on the table, long
having paid the bill. When his mouth opened to
make his exit, she stopped him.
“I have something for you,” she said. “Come
upstairs with me.” A little taken aback, he scratched
the back of his neck and she reiterated, “Jonathan,
come upstairs. I have something for you.”
The two walked in comfortable silence to her
room. When they walked in, Archer took it in; it had
the same Mission style décor, several cathedral-like
candles to light up the room which she had set up
the day she got the room and a small meditation
nook.
After taking a few minutes to light every single
one in the room and unveil a balcony behind a thick
layer of tan curtains, she took his arm and led him to
the balcony. When they walked out, he looked up at
the stars. On Miami Beach, hotel signs were illegal,
and the night lit up under the moonless sky, speckled
with the constellations and celestial bodies he’d
been gazing at since he was a child.
 Orion, Cassiopeia, Ursa Major and Minor, Venus,
Mars, and as his eyes scanned the sky, he thought
about traveling among them.
“It’s beautiful.”
She put a small box into his hand. “You presented
something to me on my promotion. I wanted you to
have this when you accept the admiralty.”
“I’m not…,” he said, “I enjoy being a captain, and
that’s what I still want to be.” She knew he had to
be pulling her leg, it had to be a joke for she
remembered the astronomy book he had that he
had written the words ‘from the desk of Jonny
Archer’. So she said, “I believe you will.” Her eyes
focused back on the sky.
He opened the box and withdrew the item: a
golden telescope, made probably in the 1800’s, with
an expanding lens like the ones he’d seen in old
pirate movies while aboard Enterprise. Like an
accordion, he brought it out to its fullest length and
watched the heavens with a large grin. Then,
contracting it to its smallest shape, he looked at her.
“This is…. I don’t know what to say.”
“You once told me that one of the reasons you
enjoyed being captain was…, you liked to show
others the ‘wonders of the universe.’”
“But, being admiral…,” started Jonathan, “I don’t
know about being able to do that…”
“As admiral, Jonathan, you would have that
opportunity on a daily basis,” said T’Pol in her own
way trying to convince him to except the promotion
and become admiral.
“T’Pol…,” he said not knowing how to complete
his sentence.
“Change is inevitable. Things cannot… and will not
remain constant. You have an obligation to the
future, to those who want to explore. I believe you
will realize that and accept the position.” Turning her
head to face him, she reiterated. “It’s only logical.”
He was quiet. Instead of speaking, he fingered the
instrument in his hand.
T’Pol continued; her voice hushed and reflective.
“Enterprise’s decommission; Trip’s death…. Change is
the only constant in the universe, whether it is hoist
upon us or is something we contribute to.”
The blue material in her dress blanketed in
darkness, yet her face shone; as it always did.
“Will I see you again?” he asked.
She turned back to the balcony and leaned on it,
facing the heavens. “I doubt we will ever lose touch.”
“The Kolinahr can take months. Years,” said
Jonathan deep down hoping she would decide
against taking it and confide in him as her lover and
friend.
“Yes. It has been known to take as many as
twenty years,” replied T’Pol. Only she didn’t speak
what was now going through her head.
“I know. I know you won’t be able to
communicate with anyone during that time,” said
Jonathan totally sad. “Yes,” said T’Pol, “I know that.”
 “Our life spans…,” started Jonathan, for part of
him thought he’d be dead time she finished the
ritual.
“As my friend, you will always be in my thoughts,”
said T’Pol. She then added in her thoughts, “and as
my lover, you’ll always be in my heart.”
”I’ll miss you, too.” Licking his lips, he admitted to
her with a soft chuckle, one meant purely for
himself. “I’ll miss you a lot.”
She stared at him and he lowered his head.
“Listen, I better…. I have a flight tomorrow,” he
said.
“As do I,” she said.
“Let me know when you’re on Vulcan before the
ritual,” said Jonathan, “I mean, I… I hope you’ll
contact me.”
“Of course I will Jonathan,” said T’Pol, as she
thought her final words instead of speaking them,
“you’re my lover.”
He nodded. Wondering whether to hug her in a
bear embrace, T’Pol held up her hand. “Live long and
prosper, Jonathan Archer.”
He returned the gesture. “Peace and long life.”
When both lowered their hands, he leaned over
and kissed her cheek. And on righting his posture, he
whispered to her. “I’ll talk with you soon.” With
those final words said, he broke their embrace and
walked out the door towards the stairs and left the
hotel to return to his. Meanwhile, T’Pol headed to
her bed and fell into a long dreamful sleep, dreaming
of what she hoped would be her possible future.

*****

One Year Later

Year: 2162

Jonathon stared out of the porthole of his old

ready room aboard the decommissioned starship
Enterprise NX-01, his crew was right; he had been
tapped for admiral and as much as she thought he
would accept it, T’Pol had been wrong only she
wasn’t there to witness it. He wanted to be alone to
sort out the thoughts and emotions that were
swelling inside of him, but he wasn’t Enterprise had
already started to receive visitors as a museum ship
orbiting Utopia Colony inside a new specially
designed spacedock orbiting Mars. So many things
were going through his head even though he was a
happily married man. Or so he thought, only instead
of thinking about his wife, his thoughts were on
another woman. “Is T’Pol going to be okay? Did she
survive the Kolinahr Ritual? Hell, am I going to be
okay? I just… damn… I can’t believe this!” He didn’t
know why he cared for her so deeply. I mean, yeah,
they were friends and he was a married man, a
married man that he knew she knew nothing about
back on Vulcan. Maybe that was why. Whatever it
was, Jonathon didn’t know. He hated this, these
emotions, thoughts, questions that couldn’t be
answered, all nagging in the back of his head like a
bad toothache.
“Unless… oh no. No, no, no, no, NO! I… I can’t love
my first office… science officer… my friend. When did
this happen, oh, yeah… on that ‘fateful’ visit to
P’Jem, the night they slept beside each other sharing
one blanket and then again on the ‘fateful’ day on
Coridan when they were kidnapped by terrorists and
tied together, the moment he fell on her chest had
surely done him in. Look at me, I can’t think like this,
what about my wife? Could I be using her just to
ignore my feelings for T’Pol? No it can’t be, I
wouldn’t do that to her, she’s a good woman, young,
but a good woman. A very good woman.”
Jonathan’s thoughts were interrupted with the
chirping of his communicator, an immediate return
to reality, a reality he wasn’t ready for. He took his
communicator out of his uniforms breast pocket and
put it to his face and said “Archer.”
From the other ended he heard the familiar voice
of Admiral Gardner. “Captain, I got some bad news
for you, but part of it isn’t that bad. You need to
return to Earth immediately.”
“I’ll take the next transport leaving Utopia
Colony,” replied Archer.
“That won’t be until later tonight,” said Gardner,
“and this can’t wait. I know you’re aboard Enterprise,
you’re always there during your off duty hours, take
one of the shuttle pods in the launch bay, we can
have it returned later. You’re needed not though.”
“Understood Admiral, I’ll be on my way. Archer
out.” He put his communicator back into his breast
pocket, left his old Ready Room and headed towards
the turbolift then to the launch bay all the while
wondering what could be up that he would be called
back to Earth on what was to be his day off. His first
day off that he had gotten in almost seven years
since the Romulan-Earth War had begun and now a
year since it ended. Something was up.

………

Earth
Half a Day Later

Captain Jonathan Archer strolled in to Admiral

Gardner’s office like there was nothing wrong while
at the same time trying to hide the new found
feelings he was feeling. Feelings of love for not one
but two women, women that met the world to him.
One was his wife the other he finally realized he
thought of more than a friend. Once again getting
this out of his mind he said “Reporting as ordered
Admiral” as he strolled into Fleet Admiral William
Gardner’s office. Breaking out of his at ease posture
and preparing to sit down he added, “what is this
about? I have a dinner appoint with Hoshi at Mama
Chan’s Restaurant.”
 “This will be quick Jonathan, I just need you to sit
down and listen carefully. One of our new Daedalus-
class vessels has been destroyed,” answered Admiral
Gardner. “It was the USS Rosetta NCC 015, and she
was destroyed on a routine resupply mission to
Alpha Centauri. Half way there though her warp core
malfunctioned, her crew shut it down and continued
on course at full impulse. Next thing we knew, a
mysterious hip just appeared out of no where and
opened fire. Within the span of two minutes, the
Rosetta exploded after countless weapons fire hit
her from an unknown weapon.”
“What can I do about it?” asked Archer, “I have
no ship. Send Captain Hernandez and NX-02
Columbia out to investigate.”
“I would but their about fifty light years away
patrolling the Romulan Neutral Zone boarder, I want
to know if they had anything to do with this and we
can’t find that out with only our unmanned sensor
probes and relay stations out there, we need a ship
and that ship is the Columbia.” Gardner took a
breath and then continued, “I’m ordering you to
investigate the situation captain. For this mission,
your taking the Enterprise. I’ve already ordered the
ship to be ready for her re-launch, as of right now,
the Enterprise isn’t decommissioned just try to keep
her in one piece though, that ship is still going to be
a museum for future generations to learn about your
crew and your historic adventures and how you
saved Earth and were instrumental in forming this
new alliance. This mission might continue for a few
years captain, but its officially off the record…
classified.”
“Alright admiral,” replied Archer, “I’ll try to make
sure she returns in one piece, but I’m not promising
anything. If it was the Romulans, we might just be
the target of their next attack. Second though, I want
all my original crew, pull them from their other
assignments if you have to, and to replace Trip, I
want Commander Charles Thomason, Admiral Jake
Thomason’s son. If this mission lasts years, I’m
alright with that, the Enterprise is a good ship; I’d be
the first among my crew to say that. She’s taken so
much and has given more than any of us could ask
for. As for the classified part of this mission, I think I
understand that sir, the Enterprise was the first ever
of the warp five starships ever put into service. We
don’t want our enemies to know that she’s rejoined
the fleet in active service. Its best to make them
believe that she’s still a museum ship with that in
mind, I’m declaring ‘total war’ on any ship that
opens fire on her, they must be destroyed to
maintain the charade that she’s still safely orbiting
Mars in that spacedock.”
“I already assigned him to the Enterprise as Chief
Engineer before I called you back,” said Gardner,
“also, your original crew are on their way to
Enterprise as we speak. As much as I disagree with
the idea of ‘Total War’, it’s the best possible way to
protect the Enterprise while she’s out there in this
limited form of service, if she’s destroyed, we just
can’t build another one and pass her off as the
original for anyone would be able to figure out what
happened. That’s part of the reason why this whole
mission is classified, it will be as if the mission was
never sanctioned by Starfleet Command or the
Federation, consider yourself on your own captain,
but unofficially, you’ve got all of Starfleet, our ships
and the rest of this young Federation of Planets on
your side. Therefore, you’re dismissed Captain, and
Archer, Godspeed.”

………

Back on Vulcan; T’Pol couldn’t do it, going

through with the Kolinahr Ritual wasn’t what she
needed and she knew it. What she needed was
someone to tell her that her relationship with Trip
was a mistake that it was just an experiment that he
alone thought was something more and because of
that, he wanted to continue it. So because of her
Trellium addiction and her Pa’Nar Syndrome, she
was being bombarded with emotions she wasn’t
ready for. Emotions she used Trip as an outlet for
but now she knew that he was the wrong outlet. She
needed a person that would treat her perfectly, she
needed a person like Captain Jonathan Archer, but
during a years time things change. A change that she
wasn’t ready for, for Captain Jonathan Archer found
himself with a wife, a woman from Enterprise that
during a mission that brought the Enterprise back
into service to stop a ship filled with cybernetic
beings from assimilating the Enterprise and all of
humanity. That woman, the Captain’s new wife was
Ensign Hoshi Sato.
Knowing that Jonathan was married, T’Pol still
took the assignment Starfleet’s new assignment. Her
position once again was Science Officer/First Officer
to the starship Enterprise NX-01. Unbeknownst to
her or the rest of the crew, her wish was about to
come true because more mysterious aliens were
attacking once again, this time throughout all of
time.
 PROLOGUE-THREE

Year: 2162
Andromeda Galaxy

“There is a new force rising in the universe,”

stated First Prime Naraw, “their species is called
‘human’ and they’re from inside the Milky Way
Galaxy from the Sol Sector, commonly known as the
Center of the United Federation of Planets…”
“Why do we give a care?” interrupted Gawn.
“Because they have Warp Five capable starships
and are also building Warp Seven capable ships as
we speak,” answered Naraw, “and in the future they
will destroy us. Wait, this is starting to sound
familiar, while we were in the future we had this
very same discussion but I feel a different outcome
about to form. This time we’re going to be able to
defend ourselves and wipe out this United
Federation of Planets”
 “Then it’s time to awaken the rest of the Votality
and strike first while we still have the chance and the
element of surprise on our side,” declared President
Grawl.
“That’s a mistake, you know that as members of
the Votality, we will be forced to strike all
generations throughout time of what will be known
as this United Federation of Planets,” said Naraw,
“and that’s why we’ll lose the war for in the year
2376 a man named Archer will destroy us.”
“Then we’ll have to destroy him first,” decided
the Council of the Elite.
With the council’s decision made, the underlings
of the elite headed to the fifth planet deep within
the Clinar System where the Votality lived and were
in a deep slumber underneath the planet’s surface.
As their ship of all obsidian metal entered orbit they
were bombarded by planetary defense artillery from
the surface that was over three thousand five
hundred years old with damaged sensors couldn’t
tell that one of their ships had entered orbit so it
opened fire. Before their ship was destroyed, the
twelve crewmembers used their molecular
transporter and beamed downed to the surface
where they would try to find away to wake the
Votality.
On the surface the twelve alien beings found
themselves on a world with little vegetation but lots
of sand and a water like substance. About fifty-five
point seven nine meters away was a mountain with a
cave leading downward into the depths of the
planet, that was where they would have to get to the
catacombs were the Votality were hibernating.
Walking under the extreme heat of the binary
suns made the twelve beings even more tired than
their race was used too, only if they gave in and fell
asleep because of their biology’s physical structure
they would be dead and all hope of saving their race
from the Human threat would be gone forever. With
that in mind, they continued on. Almost two and a
half hours later, the twelve reached the entrance to
the catacombs to find it partially blocked by a
mysterious glass like structure. They could see the
tunnel they had to travel through but they couldn’t
penetrate its opening.
The oldest of the twelve alien beings had the only
idea how to penetrate the mysterious glass structure
so he told the others. “We can turn our hands into
spears and ram the structure till we break through.”
“Yea, nice plan,” said one of the other beings,
“but we have one problem we all don’t have the
same abilities as you gifted by the creator.”
“We all have a special ability,” said another, “we
should just combine into one immense being and
travel like that.”
The twelve tried the idea and formed a massive
giant of obsidian glass only in the form of a
humanoid, a humanoid that almost looked like the
distant cousin of the Tholians. The immense Tholian
like being rammed and slashed at the mysterious
glass barrier, and after a few minutes their combined
power destroyed the glass barrier. Once again the
immense Tholian like being was starting down the
passageway into the bowls of the planet heading
straight for the planets mantel heading for the home
of the Votality.
The journey to the planets mantel took more than
the rest of the day but when the Tholian like being
arrived, the twelve beings returned to their separate
forms and went do twelve different corners of the
immense cavern. From their separate areas the
beings used their telepathic thought patterns to
communicate with the beings of the Votality waking
each one up individually and giving them new
orders: “Seek and destroy all beings called humans.
Annihilate them and all their allies.”
“Your will is our command,” replied the beings of
the Votality as they fled the planet heading to other
worlds through a space domain known only as
‘Thought Space’.

*****

Enterprise NX-01
0600
May 10, 2163

Captain Jonathan Archer didn’t want to get up

and other times he did, but today he was dreading.
For today was the day he and his bridge officers
would witness a star die, something no human had
ever seen happen before. The Enterprise had been
orbiting the star Paisley-315 for two days and now
she was about to go nova. The death of the star was
one thing his Vulcan Science Officer / First Officer
Commander T’Pol said would be a marvelous site for
the ships sensors to record for further studying
because it would be the first G-type star humans
would see die since leaving their solar system almost
one hundred years earlier with their pre-warp ships
that were built after First Contact with the Vulcans
on April 2, 2063. That thought didn’t make it any
easier on Jonathan, but either way he knew he had
to get out of bed, get ready, and head to the bridge
so he did just that leaving his wife Ensign Hoshi Sato
Archer still asleep peacefully unfazed by his leaving.
On his way towards the turbolift on the deck his
quarters were on and while in the lift heading up to
the bridge, Captain Archer took that moment of time
to record his log that he had been putting off for a
few days now.

“Captain’s Starlog May 10, 2163, I guess were lucky

that Enterprise has been returned to the fleet after
being decommissioned two years ago after the
founding of the Coalition of Planets, or as it’s already
being called, The United Federation of Planets; or
should I say when the charter was signed. As of right
now, the Enterprise is finally taking a break from
searching for this unknown enemy that destroyed the
USS Rosetta NCC 013 a week ago. As of right now,
the Enterprise is orbiting the star Paisley-315 which
is about to go nova. We’re here to witness this event
even though my Science Officer objects to it. She
believes that we should still be looking for the
culprits who destroyed the Rosetta while I believe the
crew deserves a little change of pace, or at least
Hoshi does for now. End log.”

As Archer stepped off the turbolift onto the

bridge, T’Pol rose from the center chair as he got
closer and said, “Everything is operating under
normal parameters captain. Also Paisley-315’s
diameter has slightly increased a few hours ago. I
had Ensign Mayweather adjust our orbit to
compensate.”
“Very good commander,” said Archer, “thank you,
you may return to your station now.” Commander
T’Pol did as she was told reluctantly not saying
anything about the fact that she could pick up on
Hoshi scent all over the Captain’s uniform. She
figured it was normal though, they were married.
Then again she didn’t know if it was normal for she
wasn’t married to Koss anymore and she wasn’t the
one with the Captain.
With the Enterprise orbiting Paisley-315 at less
than fifty feet in distance, the tiny ship was already
being violently rocked by the plasma blasts from the
dying star; that if she didn’t withdraw to a safer
distance, surely soon she would be destroyed. On
the bridge that exact thought was going through
Commander T’Pol’s head as she looked through her
viewer and took a second glance at her readings,
seconds later she looked up and said “Captain, I
recommend we withdraw to about two-hundred and
fifty-five meters of the star and observe its imploding
from there.”
“I agree Captain,” said Lieutenant Malcolm Reed
at Tactical, “the Hull Plating is already starting to
overheat.”
With two of his officers agreeing Captain Archer
decided to take their advice as he said “Ensign
Mayweather, take us out to a position two hundred
and fifty-five meters away from Paisley-315.”
“Aye sir,” replied Ensign Travis Mayweather as he
tried to execute the order but it was too late; as a
few plasma plumes reached out and grazed the ship
bearly missing her nacelles.
All of a sudden as if right on queue the Vulcan
vessel T’Mer arrived and tractored Enterprise pulling
her to safety just as a second plasma plume took out
her impulse manifold and port nacelle.
At her station Ensign Hoshi Sato Archer looked up
from her Communications Station and said “Captain,
we’re being hailed by the Vulcan ship.”
“Put it on screen,” ordered Captain Archer.
On the forward viewer a young male Vulcan
appeared and said “You’re lucky we were in the area
Enterprise, I’m Captain Sovik of the Vulcan ship
T’Mer.”
 “Well Captain, you can release my ship from your
tractor beam and let us go on our way,” said Archer.
“No can do,” replied Sovik, “your ship is severely
damaged, I’m towing you back to Vulcan to the
shipyards since that’s where we’re heading, there
your ship will be repaired and slightly upgraded with
the latest scientific technology and weapons. ”
“Ok then Captain,” started Archer, “but first we
have to continue our readings on Paisley-315. We’re
sending data back to Earth about its destruction for
further studying after all, it’s the first star humanity
has ever seen die.”
“Understood Captain,” replied Sovik, “we’ll stay
until the star has gone completely nova or
something else happens to either your ship or the
star does something completely unexpected.”
While continuing to gather information on
Paisley-315, another plasma plume shot out from
the star, dissipated into a less intense beam and
continued to shoot out. This time farther than the
other sixty beams before it and ended up hitting
Enterprise again. This time the stress of the second
shock sent tiny fractures through the hull causing
minor explosions on the outer rim of the ship. From
the bridge Reed reported, “Just minor injuries
Captain, they have been taken to Sickbay; but we
have sustained multiple hull breaches on decks
Three, Five, and Six. They have been sealed off and
Damage Control Teams are standing by.”
 “Incoming message from the T’Mer Captain,” said
Hoshi, “they say we’re leaving now and there’s no
buts about it and our sensor readings be damned,
there are plenty of stars we can study as they die,
from afar.”
“Whatever,” replied Archer, “helm get ready for
the T’Mer to jump to warp with us in tow.”
“Aye, sir,” replied Ensign Mayweather.
 FOURTEEN

Vulcan
Standard Orbit - Vulcan Earth Embassy

Days later, as Enterprise reached Vulcan still

within the strong grasp of the T’Mer’s tractor beam;
the micro-hull fractures from the explosion at
Paisley-315 left Archer’s ship virtually disabled and
useless. “At least I can go down to the surface to the
Vulcan Earth Embassy,” thought Archer to himself as
he materialized from the transporter effect outside
the embassy. Once he took a short breather to get
adjusted to the gravity and the temperature of the
Vulcan homeworld, Archer started the long climb up
the stairs.
Just as Archer reached the third step out of one
hundred, the embassy exploded. Right away he
knew that everyone inside the embassy was dead
including Starfleet’s Admiral Gardner. With the
embassy gone Archer took his communicator out of
his uniform pocket, popped it open and said, “Archer
to Enterprise.”
 “T’Pol here, go ahead Captain,” replied the
female Vulcan Science Officer/ Commander / First
Officer.
“Get a Security Team down here right now,”
ordered Archer, “the Vulcan Earth Embassy just
exploded.”
“Understood Captain,” said T’Pol, “Enterprise
out.”

………

One Hour Earlier

Vulcan Earth Embassy

“Admiral,” started Ensign Riley, “the Enterprise

under tow by the Vulcan vessel T’Mer will be arriving
within the hour.”
“Thanks Ensign,” said Admiral Gardner, “and by
the way, how’s the trials of the new warp engine
going?”
“Well sir, we’re getting some very strange but
Commander Charles Thomason of the starship
Enterprise believes they’ll pass,” reported Riley.
“While they better because that engine type is for
our newer warp seven vessels,” said the admiral.
Inside Engineering Lab- 2 Commander Thomason
didn’t like what he was seeing. All the readings for
the new warp engine were in the red. Something
was terribly wrong with the new engine especially
when it was fifteen minutes from going critical. With
all the help he could possibly get from his team,
Thomason couldn’t manually shut down the engine
that now had black sparks coming out of it.
As the engine exploded, Thomason thought he
saw two things. The first was a being of Light coming
out of the engine. The second thing was his dead
sister coming to get him. That’s when the plasma
flames hit and vaporized him and his fellow
engineers.
With that explosion, the Votality claimed its first
twelve victims then the next two hundred and fifty
were claimed when the rest of the embassy
exploded. The war that Starfleet knew nothing about
was officially on.

………

Vulcan Earth Embassy – Disaster Site

Fifteen Minutes Later

Ambassador Soval walked over to Archer and

said, “Today is a sad day for both our people.”
“True, and for my crew too,” said Archer sadly,
“my new Chief Engineer, the one that took Trip’s
place when he died, was in there at the source of the
explosion.”
“Just know that my people are already searching
for those responsible for this destruction and we will
bring them to justice,” said Soval.
“Let my crew help then,” said Archer.
 “Sorry but you can’t,” said Soval, “Enterprise has
been recalled to Sector 001 and Earth.”
“Under who’s orders?” asked Archer.
“An Admiral Carson Black”, replied Soval, “and
he’s waiting for Enterprise at the San Francisco
shipyards.”
“While then keep me informed,” said Archer. He
then took out his communicator and said “Archer to
Enterprise, one to beam up.”
“Standby Captain,” said T’Pol, “we had to polarize
the hull plating; an unknown alien vessel has entered
the system. To tell you the truth, it’s a very ugly
ship.”

………

Votality Warship – Grag

First Prime Kolana watched from his command

chair as the strange alien vessel continued to move
around Vulcan unaware of their advance into the
sector. That was at least until the alien ship
completed another orbit around the planet not
designated in the Votality’s main computer
database.
“The alien vessel is heading this way First Prime,”
said Second Millitia Glenara, “it’s in range enough to
scan it and to have a visual of the vessel’s name.” He
then magnified the ships forward section and read
aloud “Enterprise NX-01, and its crew is composed of
seventy-nine humans and two aliens. One is
unknown but the other has the same genetic code as
the beings on the planet.”
“The vessel is a human ship then,” stated Kolana,
“so arm weapons and open fire.”
“The human vessel has fully detected us and the
fact that we’ve armed weapons,” said Glenara, “they
have done the same, and it should be noted since
we’re in a three-hundred year old warship, the Grag
would survive to be upgraded to our latest
technology if we leave here now.”
“Helmsman Natara, take the Grag out of the
system,” ordered Kolana, “Thought Space vector
215.5.”
“Aye, aye First Prime,” replied Natara as she
executed her orders turning the Grag completely
around and fleeing the human vessel at a speed
equivalent to warp eight on normal warp capable
starships.
 FIFTEEN

Realm of Light
Votality Homeworld
Andromeda Galaxy
Year: 2161

Beings of sparkling matter were drifting

everywhere. These alien beings were not from this
universe but instead they were from a parallel
universe. A universe made from pockets of Dark
Matter near very bright stars. While they existed in
that universe near the stars, they had no corporeal
body instead they were like vapor clouds with a
conscious mind. Only when they were on their
homeworld did they become corporeal beings with
arms and other limbs.
In this universe, whenever a starship entered
orbit around these stars, some of these mysterious
alien beings would die a slow painful death. A death
their fellow beings could do nothing to prevent.
 Each death that occurred among the beings of
light they ended up considering an act of aggression
against them so they readied themselves for war, a
war they knew they could win because their race
was actually god like.
Around the quadrants of the Andromeda Galaxy
many alien races were forced to go nomadic because
of the Votality. All these alien beings knew that there
was life past the Great Barrier for even though no
ship had past through it yet from the other galaxy,
one of the more advanced alien cultures in
Andromeda was able to send a phase cloaked
starship through the barrier and do a little
exploration. Unfortunately for them, they made first
contact with the Klingons in the Beta Quadrant. After
managing to escape with their lives, they entered
the Delta Quadrant on their way home and
encountered the Borg and even though they were
never heard from again; they did manage to send a
distress call back to their homeworld and warn them
of the Borg threat and of the Klingons. The
homeworld of the Drewians wasn’t able to send a
rescue ship though for they had problems of their
own, problems from a new race that called
themselves The Votality and they wanted full
domination of the whole galaxy and the next ones
over.
Not carrying if they over extended their reach
throughout all the know quadrants and galaxies, The
Votality started to build their massive warships by
taking on corporeal form thus starting off on their
venturing into the vast unknown of space, space that
for centuries they had been bent on conquering for
their own rulers the Totality but before they could,
the Totality decided to leave the Alpha Quadrant and
relocate to the a more pleasing realm, a realm that
was part of the Milky Way Galaxy.
Being left alone, the Votality finally felt that they
weren’t being held back by their rulers anymore. So
with the Totality gone, the Votality looked towards
the stars wondering how they could build starships
to explore the stars. Little did they know that
underneath their planet’s crust was the primary
component, a component that the Totality realized
was there and

………

Enterprise NX-01

Captain Jonathan Archer knew something wasn’t

right after all there really was no legitimate reason
for his ship to be recalled home. All except the death
of an admiral and over two hundred Starfleet
officers and Vulcans, there really was no reason for
Enterprise to have to return home so Captain Archer
decided to contact Starfleet Command and find out
exactly why.
From inside his Ready Room, Captain Archer
opened a secure communications channel through
echoes one and two right to Starfleet Command
straight to Admiral Black and asked “Why do you
want Enterprise to come home?”
“I don’t,” answered Admiral Black, “the engineers
and designers of your ship at the San Francisco
shipyards want to upgrade your ship and install a
prototype failsafe protocols sort of like Lieutenant
Reed’s Tactical Alert Protocols.”
“Oh great,” said Archer, “more klaxons. We don’t
need them yet; we’re going to return to Vulcan to
help with the investigation.”
“Alright,” replied Admiral Black, “just keep
sending regular progress reports every two hours or
as soon as there’s vital information. Starfleet
Command out.”
With the channel closed Archer returned to the
bridge and said “Mr. Mayweather, change course,
take us back to Vulcan, warp four.”
Mayweather plotted the course then said,
“Course laid in Captain, we’ll be back at Vulcan in
about two hours.”

*****

Votality Homeworld
Andromeda Galaxy

Orbiting the third planet in what would appear to

have been a hollowed out moon was berthed the
Grag. Umbilical mechanical arms were fastening
metal plating and wing like structures to her hull.
The Votality knew it would take days to complete
the upgrades to the Grag but when she was ready to
depart, the Grag would be a heavily armed and
shield vessel, the first of her class.
With the plans for the Destroyer-class in hand
First Prime Kolana went to see President Grawl. She
knew that on the planet First Prime Naraw had
informed Grawl that Kolana wanted to see him, the
only question floating through her mind was “would
he see me after I killed our son because of defects?
Then again if he tries, I guess I’m lucky our laws will
allow me to kill him.”
President Grawl wasn’t really glad that his ex-
mate wanted to see him; of course he knew it was
about her ship and its upgrades. “She better like
those upgrades,” he thought, “because if she doesn’t
I will really enjoy killing her and hanging her corpse
for all to see when they walk into this office.”
His office door’s chime going off brought him
back to reality. He tapped a button and watched as
Kolana seemed to glide through the doorway
without touching the ground until she reached his
desk. Once in front of his desk, she pulled a data
padd from her tunic and handed it to him. After
Grawl pushed the activation switch on the padd, it
exploded taking his arms and head with it.
Seeing that her mission was complete Kolana
declared herself president of the Votality and
returned to her Flagship to have her own upgrades
added to it. The Grawl was about o be transformed
from a tiny warship to a massive Juggernaut-class
ship with multi-transphasic shielding and ablative
weaponry. “To destroy the human threat,” she told
her crew and subjects, “all I will need is this one ship
and an army that at the moment is asleep deep
inside the Taurus Reach at the Jinoteur System, who
will help wake the Shedai earlier than their planned
awakening?”
All her crew and subjects kneeled before her and
in unison shouted “We will.”
“Then lets mobilize the biggest fleet the likes of
the Andromeda Galaxy has never seen,” replied
President Kolana “and head deep into the Sol System
towards the Taurus Reach and the Jinoteur System
and wake them. Then we will use them to help
eliminate the human threat once and for all.”

*****

Shedai Homeworld- The First World

Jinoteur System, Taurus Reach

The god like beings of the Shedai were asleep,

only it was more like a deep hibernation, the century
of their planned return was still decades away. Only
the Wanderer remained awake yet she to would too
be in a form of sleep, half watching the stars for
intruders and half hibernating like her people. She
was in this state when the Telinaruul vessel entered
the system. She could tell right away that it was on
course for the fourth world, their planet, home to
the First Conduit.
To protect the First World the Wanderer entered
Thought Space and projected herself to the orbiting
moon that housed a weapon of immense power, a
weapon that she could use to attack the unidentified
Telinaruul vessel. Projecting her thoughts ahead of
her to the weapon it began a massive power buildup
that it would have to cycle through each time she
wanted it to fire. Usually all the weapon needed was
one shot to obliterate an enemy vessel but that was
almost one-thousand-five hundred years ago, now
the Wanderer didn’t know if the weapon would be
that powerful. Only time would tell and that time
was quickly approaching for the Telinaruul vessel
was gaining on the fourth planet quickly.
Once the weapon was fully charged it
automatically targeted and fired at the Telinaruul
vessel only they kept advancing with no damage to
their hull at all. All the Wanderer could she was a
sparkle of light as the immense energy beam hit the
Telinaruul vessel’s shields. The Wanderer knew she
had to give it one more try to destroy the Telinaruul
once and for all or she would have to do it a different
way, a way that would mean she would have to
board the Telinaruul vessel and use her sword like
appendages on her arms and massacre the crew.
With the weapon fully charged again, the
Wanderer ordered it to fire only this time it had the
same effect on the Telinaruul vessel’s shields except
only this time as the Telinaruul vessel’s forward
shields began to collapse, the vessel fired a volley of
torpedoes at the surface damaging the weapon but
luckily not destroying it, only looking at it the
Wanderer knew that it would be useless for a couple
of days until its repairing apparatuses fully repaired
it. “While then,” she thought, “I’ll have to do this the
hard way.” So she projected herself into Thought
Space and boarded the Telinaruul vessel.
What the Wanderer found aboard the vessel
shocked her, she was among beings of her own
people, or at least they were close resemblance to a
group of her people, the Kollotuul meaning “The
Voice” in her language. The Kollotuul aboard this
ship weren’t really of her race though, they weren’t
Shedai but they did hold a genetic connection to the
Shedai. What the Wanderer was seeing was a crew
of Tholians, or in her language, the Kollotaan
meaning “new voices”.
The Tholians hated the Shedai, they considered
the Taurus Reach to be taboo, a place they weren’t
supposed to be, that was because the unspeakable
had happened to their race decades ago, they were
slaves to the Shedai and they were used to further
the power of the massive First Conduit and the
weaponry it supported. Of all places this is where
they were not to be. Only this time, the crew of the
Vola’Tholiana had a mission to do. They were
ordered by the Ruling Conclave to destroy a ship that
they detected heading towards the fourth planet in
the Jinoteur System, the home of the Shedai and
under no circumstances did the Tholians want their
once feared oppressors to wake up and reclaim what
was once theirs.
Thinking the beings on the Telinaruul vessel were
really the Kollotuul, the Wanderer returned to the
surface of the fourth planet to resume watching for
intruders to the domain of the Shedai. So the
Kollotaans, or Tholians as they had everyone call
them because they didn’t want to remember their
oppression by the evil god like Shedai, continued on
their mission towards the fourth planet and entered
orbit around its second moon so the ship they were
ordered to destroy entered the system. Once in
orbit, the Tholians used their telepathic link called
“thoughtwave” to establish communications with
the “Lattice”.
Within minutes the Tholians had a response from
the Lattice, their orders weren’t changed but the
tone of the demand had changed. Yet again the
Tholians aboard the Vola’Tholiana had a mission that
was about to be asked of them, one that normally
brought about the death of the Tholians that were
brave enough to undertake it. Usually though, they
never had a choice, they had to answer to the Ruling
Conclave or die, that was the way of their people.
within seconds their new orders arrived and felt as if
they were cold as ice when they touched their
minds. “Under no circumstances are the Shedai
allowed to reawaken. Is that clear, if you allow
them to awaken, you and your crew will be
executed. The Shedai Sector must remain clear of
any interlopers.”
“Understood,” replied Cluga [the Bronze] of the
Tholian Assembly through the thoughtwave link he
had managed to establish with the ruling conclave
back on his homeworld of Tholia, “the Shedai Sector
will remain as is, my crew and I will see to that until
our deaths.”
“See that you do,” replied the Ruling Conclave
through their Thoughtwave link, “that is all.”
 SIXTEEN

USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E & Deep Space Nine

Alpha Quadrant, Bajoran Sector
Year: 2376

Captain Benjamin Sisko was on the holodeck with

his teenage son Jack when his combadge chirped.
From Ops Lieutenant Commander Ezri Dax said
“Sorry to disturb you Captain, but the Enterprise is
requesting permission to dock.”
“Ok they’re cleared for docking at pylon four,”
replied Sisko, “I’m on my way to Ops.”
“Understood,” replied Dax, “Ops out.”
On the holodeck Sisko turned to his son and said,
“Sorry Jake, we’re going to have to cut this short, I’ll
see you later to night in our quarters, and I don’t
want you trying to hang out with Nog. Is that clear?”
“Yes father,” replied Jake, “anyways thanks to
Nog being an ensign and not a civilian anymore,
there’s never any time to hang out with him
anyways.”
“Exactly,” said Sisko, “that’s why he was assigned
to DS9.”
 When Sisko stepped onto the Ops deck, Dax
walked up to him and said “Commander Worf
aboard the Defiant in the Gamma Quadrant reports
that they have come across a damaged Jem’Hadar
warship and it appears their warp core has
breached.”
“Contact Captain Picard and the Enterprise, tell
them to cancel their docking procedures,” ordered
Sisko, “then let them know to enter the wormhole
and investigate the situation with the Jem’Hadar.
After you close the channel with the Enterprise,
contact the Defiant and order them to return to the
station and to dock at pylon one.”
“Aye Captain,” replied Dax as she headed back to
her station and executed her orders.

………

Once Dax gave Captain Picard his orders, Picard

left his Ready Room and took the short trip to the
bridge. Before he sat down though, he gave his
orders. “Helmsman, set a course for the wormhole,
take the ship into the Gamma Quadrant.”
Once the Enterprise exited the wormhole her long
range sensors detected the Defiant and the damaged
Jem’Hadar warship only they were still an hour away
from the older Starfleet vessel.
When the Enterprise arrived an hour later, the
Jem’Hadar noticed the two Starfleet vessels, the
Jem’Hadar soldiers aboard the damaged warship
thought that the United Federation of Planets had
attacked them in turn breaking the treaty with the
Dominion. So they acted under that thought and
opened fire on the Enterprise and the Defiant.
Within twenty-five minutes, the already damaged
Jem’Hadar warship was even more damaged, this
time without shields and weapons and her
gravitational and lateral thrusters were down.
Without her thrusters, the warship started tumbling
out of control towards the Defiant. As the warship
hit the Defiant’s shields, it exploded obliterating the
Starfleet vessel’s shields. With the Jem’Hadar vessel
gone, the now damaged Defiant and Enterprise set a
course for the wormhole and DS9.

………

All over the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma Quadrants

starships were being destroyed. Each time the
explosions began in the Engineering Section of the
ship right at the warp core when bright light shone
from them. Even the Romulan warbirds powered by
micro-singularities were infected. Interstellar trade
and exploration was being infected everywhere on
every alien world.

*****

Realm of Light
2376
 “Our first few attacks have been successful,”
stated Naraw, “we even destroyed a human vessel
by bringing the warp core of another alien vessel to
critical mass. We may have destroyed an innocent
bystander or another alley of the humans by doing
so, so I would say it’s a win, win situation.”
“We knew we’d be successful Naraw especially
when it was your plan replied President Kolana.
“Then we’ll continue these mighty attacks on
these strange organic beings called humans,” said
Second Prime Slen, “and we’ll still be successful
because we are god like.”
“An armada has already been prepared and is
about to be launched in about two hours,” stated
Kimara, “it will be heading to what the humans and
their allies call Deep Space Nine in the year 2376 to
take control of the station and the wormhole.”
“Then from there we can stage our attack on the
United Federation of Planets and all her alleys along
with all other inhabitants of the Alpha Quadrant and
linear space.”

*****

USS Enterprise NCC 1701

Year: 2266
Deep Space
 Captain Ja’meS Tiberius Kirk sat on the edge of his
command chair aboard the USS Enterprise NCC 1701
in a tense moment; one that truthfully he wasn’t
ready to face, one that no one was really ever ready
to face. On the forward viewer was a massive planet
hat only moments earlier had over fifty forms of
sentient life, life that he and the Captain of the USS
Marika NCC- 1694 had no choice but to annihilate to
save both ships from some sort of mysterious beam
that was being shot at them from the planet’s
surface. With the mysterious beam weapon
destroyed thanks to Kirk’s executive decision both
ships were saved from total destruction but the
planet’s surface had been glassed.
Still looking at the carnage he had cost on the
view screen Kirk gave his next orders with his head
down. “Mr. Sulu, set a course for Starbase 347,
maximum warp.”
“Course plotted and laid in sir,” replied Sulu.
“Engage,” said Kirk. He then turned to Spock and
said “I’ll be in my quarters, you have the bridge.”
When Kirk entered his quarters he went to his
computer terminal, opened secure channel to
Commodore Decker and said, “For defense purposes
and to save both my ship and the Marika, I’ve
initiated and carried out General Order 24 on Telnar
VI. It has been “Glassed”, I’m afraid as you would
know because of that, there is no more life and the
planet is uninhabitable; I had to make a quick
decision and turning the planet into a twirling ball of
radioactive and volcanic glass seemed to be the only
plausible action and my Science Officer agreed .”
“Don’t think that because Spock thought it was
the plausible action that it was the right one
Captain,” started Decker, “but we’re at war with
some unknown alien race and sometimes the ethics
of glassing a planet or not have to be thrown out the
window; so you’ve taken the right action. Now we at
Starfleet Command here at Jupiter Station have
decided we have no choice but to take this war to
the time the aliens really started it, that way we can
end it sooner than history has had it written, you’re
going to lead a fleet into the past to the year 2163 to
put us on the offensive only since that’s the year the
Federation was founded, you’re to stay away from
and not make contact with earlier Earth vessels
including the Enterprise NX-01. Your new fleet of one
hundred ships will rendezvous at Starbase 47 or as
you already know since you’ve been there recently,
Vanguard.”
“Understood Commodore,” replied Kirk, “I’ll re-
contact you from Vanguard or I’ll have Commodore
Reyes contact you for me; Kirk out.”
Knowing he couldn’t feel sorry for himself about
wiping out an entire planet and its ecosystem, Kirk
decided to return to the bridge and retake command
from Spock, so he exited his quarters and headed for
the turbolift. Once inside the turbolift he said
“bridge” and the turbo car began to move up the
turboshaft towards the bridge where it opened and
deposited Kirk. After exiting the lift Kirk headed
towards his command chair. As he got to the center
of the bridge, he said “Sulu, change course again and
take us to the Taurus Reach and Vanguard.”
“But sir,” started Sulu, “we’re expected at
Starbase 347 in the next three hours, can I ask why
the course change?”
“Just change course,” replied Kirk, “anyways that
information is classified.”

Hours Later
Kirk’s Quarters

Kirk like always shared everything with Spock,

McCoy, and Scotty and anyways they deserved to
know what was going on and because they had
security clearance he invited them to his quarters
after the shift ended to tell them everything. When
the three men entered Kirk’s quarters, he handed
McCoy and Scotty a cup full of scotch and Spock a
tea cup of Vulcan green tea, and then pointed to the
couch saying, “sit.”
Once everyone was settled down Scotty asked
“What the bloody hell is going on Captain, why are
we going back to Vanguard? The last time we were
there, the Tholians ambushed and destroyed the USS
Endeavour.”
“I remember,” replied Kirk. He then continued by
saying “Do you remember the Taurus Meta-
genome? It has a connection with what we are
facing now.”
“I remember it had something to do with the
Shedai,” replied McCoy, “but I also remember we
were sworn to secrecy about that whole matter.”
“Exactly,” said Kirk, “but even with the Jinoteur
System destroyed, the Shedai are still out here, and
not just in the Taurus Reach anymore it would seem.
Someone or something has helped them get this far
out and that power is responsible for this war that
we can’t win. So the brutes at Starfleet Command
have decided to take the fight to where it started, in
to the year 2163 and the point of time travel will
happen at Vanguard. On one final note with that,
Enterprise will be leading one hundred ships into the
past.”
“This is crazy,” said Scotty, “what about the
Temporal Prime Directive, or does it not apply
anymore?
“It does still apply,” answered Kirk, “we’re not to
make contact with any Starfleet vessels from that
time unless they contact us, then we are not allowed
to let them come aboard our ship or give them any
information than they already know.”
“Alright, so let me see if I got this right,” started
McCoy, “we’re going into the past, but the ships with
us and us cannot contact say the earlier Enterprise.”
“Exactly,” replied Kirk, “we’re leaving Vanguard in
two weeks to do a slingshot maneuver into the past
to find a good staging ground out of early ships’
sensor range, and then we’re to return to Vanguard
and lead the fleet to that area.”
“Understood Captain,” said Spock, “and the
orders do seem logical in the light of the new
intelligence information we’ve received.”
 SEVENTEEN

Enterprise NX-01
2163

Ensign Hoshi Sato Archer was in the quarters that

she shared with her husband Captain Jonathan
Archer when the Red Alert went off. Two seconds
later Jonathan’s voice came over the intercom saying
“All hands report to stations.”
Hoshi went to the intercom in her quarters
tapped it and said, “Ensign Archer to bridge.”
“Go ahead Hoshi,” replied Jonathan as he thought
out his next orders.
“What’s going on up there?” she asked.
“Three Klingon ships have dropped out of warp
and are on an intercept course for us,” answered
Archer, “and Reed reports that their weapons are
armed and ready.”
“I’ll be up in a second,” said Hoshi and closed the
com channel. As Hoshi continued to get ready for her
duty shift, she kept wondering “Why are the
Klingons coming at us after all these years? There
haven’t been any hostilities with the empire for
almost nearly a year.”
As soon as Hoshi had her uniform top on, she ran
out of her quarters towards the turbolift. Just as she
reached the lift, the Klingon ships began barraging
Enterprise with disrupter fire.

………

On the bridge of the Enterprise, Captain Archer

orders to his Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Reed,
“Target their forward disrupter cannons and torpedo
bays. Fire when ready.”
As Reed pushed the button to fire the Enterprise’s
three phase cannons, the turbolift doors opened and
Hoshi stepped out and headed to her
communications station. As the Japanese officer
born in 2159 in Kyoto Japan walked towards her
station Archer walked over to her and said, “You
didn’t have to hurry to get here honey; your shift
doesn’t official start until half an hour.”
“While you did call everyone to their stations,”
replied Hoshi whispering in his ear so the rest of the
bridge officers wouldn’t hear, “I don’t want any
special treatment because I’m your wife Captain.”
“Alright,” said Jonathan, “then get to your station
and get to work ensign, I want to know if those
Klingons out there are receiving orders from Qo’noS
or are in communiqué with someone.”
 “Aye Captain,” replied Hoshi as she sat down in
front of her station.
While Archer was just starting to talk to Hoshi,
the Enterprise’s port nacelle was hit by disrupter fire
but managed not to explode even though the hull
plating had somehow almost been depleted.
“Hull plating on the port nacelle is holding at ten
percent Captain,” said Reed but he didn’t hear it, but
he sure felt it; for he stopped talking to Hoshi for s
split second and said “Report.”
“The port nacelle has been damaged, hull plating
holding at ten percent,” repeated Reed, “we can’t
take another hit like that.”
“Travis, evasive maneuvers,” ordered Archer,
“keep our nacelles out of the Klingons’ crosshairs. “
Jonathan knew his ship was going to need a
miracle to survive and on the forward viewscreen he
saw it, a big planetary system was less that a second
away. Knowing the Klingons would have a hard time
maneuvering in there he gave the one order he
figured would be the best. “Travis, set a course for
that planetary system, bring us into the second
asteroid field.”
Instead of saying “Aye sir”, Travis just decided to
execute his newest orders, a fact that Archer was
just slightly shocked to see the young helmsman do
as he noticed the planetary system starting to get
bigger on the viewer. As the Enterprise continued to
get closer to the asteroid fields, Archer could see
that they were going to be a tight fit but the Klingons
would have a harder time maneuvering than Travis
would so he decided they should take the offensive
so he said, “Mayweather, prepare to do an L-4
maneuver put us behind the three Klingon ships.
Reed, I have a feeling that their heavier shielding is
in front, so as soon as we’re behind them, fire a
volley of torpedoes at their aft sections, hopefully
that will rid us of these pests, if not; fire at their
sterns.”
“Gladly Captain,” replied Reed wanting to take
the Klingons on. “Now let them make their move,”
he thought to himself as he quickly aligned the
targeting scanners.

………

Klingon Battle Cruiser Jotara

As the Earth vessel came about and did a strange

unpredictable maneuver the Weapon’s Officer of the
Imperial Klingon Ship Jotara had a perfect lock on
the tiny circular section of the Earth vessel’s aft side
between her twin warp nacelles; only as he was
about to push the button to fire the ships main
disrupters the Earth vessel veered upward and out of
his weapons range. He could tell he wasn’t alone in
his anger as he looked around him, he saw the other
Klingon warriors slam their fists down on their
consoles. In the center of the bridge, the Captain
with his hands reaching for his Jo’Kaga dagger said
“where are those joku?”
He went to his Sensory Officer and put his dagger
at the warrior manning the station’s throat and
demanded “FIND THEM NOW”.
“I’m trying,” replied the Sensory Officer, “but they
just seem to have vanished.”
“GET THEM BACK NOW,” demanded the Captain,
“or I’ll feed you to my Targ for dinner, and the crew
will feast on your entrails along with a bowl of Gagh
tonight.”
The Sensory Officer reeked at that thought and
got back to his duty just giving a little growl and
whispering under his breath as he thought about
how to get his revenge on his no good commanding
officer and assume command of the Jotara,
“Ohhhrag.”
Minutes later his station went beeping as every
single warning light went off. “What in Stovokor is
that?” demanded to know the Captain, and then he
corrected himself and said, “better yet, what in
Gre’thor is that?”
“The Earth vessel,” replied the Sensory Officer,
“she’s right behind us and firing at our weakened
shields, shields that you ordered to be added to the
front so their only holding at ten percent.”
Just then the phase cannon blast and torpedo
volley hit the weakened shields and past right
through them hitting their mark on the vulnerable
hull of the IKS Jotara. Seconds later explosions
rippled through the ship as she broke apart into a
massive fireball and field of debris.

………

Enterprise NX-01

As soon as Mayweather completed the L-4

maneuver and the Enterprise was directly behind the
Klingon battle cruiser Reed did what he had been
wanting to do and pushed the firing button and
watched on the main view screen as the phase
cannon blasts and torpedo volley hit and passed
through the battle cruiser’s shields followed by a
very quick explosion. With the first Klingon cruiser
gone, Reed targeted and quickly fired on the next
closed of the three ships before they could realign
their shields to the aft section and charge their aft
weapon ports. The only problem was the firing
button was jammed, and what had to be done
couldn’t be done from the bridge with the main
firing controls, he would have to go to the armory.
So he said, “Captain, the firing part of the Tactical
System is fried, I’ll have to take care of the other two
ships manually from the Armory. I suggested when I
send the command you order Travis to do another L-
4 and put us back in front of them because their
realigning their shields so their stronger in back
again.” With that said Reed left the bridge.
 Inside the Armory Reed had no choice he had to
have the on duty Armory Officers do different tasks
to make what he needed to do go even faster. So he
said, “Ensign Clark, align the manual targeting
scanners for a barrage of both phase cannon fire and
torpedoes at the same time. Dyson, load torpedo
tubes one, three, and five and put tubes two and
four on standby. Carpenter, help me get the tactical
system ready for manual fire, we have less than five
minutes to get this done, mark and move.”
Under two and a half minutes, Reed and his men
had completed their task, and now they could only
pray that fate favored them and their jury-rigged
firing system would work. Knowing that time was up,
Reed went to the communications port on the wall
tapped it and said, “Bridge, NOW.”
With that command Travis didn’t need any other
order from the Captain, for once again he brought
the Enterprise into an L-4 doing a half circle around
the tops of the Klingon cruisers putting the
Enterprise right in front of them again. Archer hit the
comm. panel on his chair and said, “Armory, NOW.”
A two second delay occurred then on the forward
view screen Archer saw the familiar form of his
ship’s phase cannon beams leaving their ports along
with torpedoes close behind finding their mark on
both Klingon ships, hitting what he could only hope
was their bridges. As the phase cannon beams
ripped a hole through the Klingon shields, the
torpedoes followed suit and went through the newly
created hole finding their mark on the cruisers’ hulls.
As the explosion happened, Archer had to slightly
shield his eyes to protect them from the big bright
fireball formed from the combination of both ships
being destroyed at the same time, only one
exploded on its own without any help from
Enterprise thanks to a problem inside the ship.

………

Qo’noS
Klingon Council Chambers, Qam-Chee, the First City

In the palace once occupied by Kahless the

Unforgettable, the founder of the Klingon Empire
and its first Emperor, the Klingon Chancellor and the
High Council sat waiting for the messenger to come.
It had been days since they sent covert battle cruiser
groups out each consisting of three ships; the main
ship was the battle cruiser with two escort ships. The
one ship he and the council really wanted to know
about was the IKS Jotara for that ship had a few
council members on it working in the field gathering
intelligence on the newly formed Federation and the
location of Captain Jonathan Archer for the Empire
still wanted his head for all the crimes he had
committed against their massive empire.
Before the messenger could arrive, the council
chamber’s view screen activated with the face of
Commander Kirag appearing in what seemed it was
about to turn into a distress call. Remembering the
face quickly the Chancellor remembered that he was
the Commander of the IKS I’Raga, one of the Jotara’s
escort ships. “Report Kirag,” ordered the Chancellor.
“We’ve found the Earth vessel,” replied Kirag,
“we’ve….”
“Tell me you’ve destroyed her,” said the
Chancellor, “scan the wreckage and bring us the
body of her Captain.”
“Not exactly Chancellor,” replied Kirag, “in fact
this is a plea for assistance, the Jotara has been
destroyed, the Earth vessels is using some strange
maneuver putting themselves in back of us then
firing at our weakened shields. After one of our ships
explodes they repeat the maneuver and do the same
thing.” Just then a volley of torpedoes past through
the IKS I’Raga’s shields and the Chancellor and
Council Members watched in horror as the I’Raga
exploded turning the transmission to nothing but
static on the screen.
“That’s it,” said the Chancellor as he slammed his
fist onto the table in front of him, “order the escort
ship IKS Karaga to destroy the Earth vessel then to
have the crew self-destruct the ship. Or if their
already destroyed, then we’re mobilizing a fleet here
and were taking the Enterprise and Earth by force,
but either way, we’re taking Earth.”
From the Council Chambers the Klingon at the
interspace communications port tried to open a
channel to the Karaga but every channel and
frequency she tried didn’t work. Continuing by trying
to contact other Imperial Warships she could tell
that the channels were working and that the two-
way communications were loud and clear. She
turned towards the Chancellor and said “I cannot
raise the Karaga; my best estimated guess is that the
Earth vessel has destroyed her.”
“That dammed Earth vessel,” screamed the
Chancellor, “that would mean that the Enterprise as
the humans call her is actually either more powerful
than our initial encounters have shown or she’s been
upgraded for some reason. The question is why she
is still in service, they were going to decommission
and mothball her right after the charter was signed
that formed that dam United Federation of Planets.”
“Unknown Chancellor,” replied the Klingon
female, “but I have recalled a few battle cruisers and
more escort ships and am starting to mobilize a fleet
to take Earth and destroy the human homeworld.”
“I don’t want Earth destroyed,” started the
Chancellor, “I want it occupied by our best warriors.
Is that understood, and as for the Enterprise,
capturing her and adding her to our armada would
be great. Qapla!”
With that said the Chancellor put an end to the
council’s meeting and said, “I’ll be in my chambers,
have my Gagh, sent to me at in about ten minutes or
so.”
 “Aye Chancellor,” replied his aid. She then turned
and left the council chambers with the others of the
warrior caste.

………

IKS Jokara & IKS Jota

Klingon – Federation Boarder

“Sensors have picked up some sort of vessel

traveling on a perfect parallel course with the
boarder,” said Sensory Officer Kraal of the IKS
Jokara, “the Jota has detected it to and reports that
the vessel is not an Earth vessel.”
“Then what in Gre’thor is it?” asked Commander
Turagus.
“Don’t know,” replied Kraal, “but we have visual
contact.”
“Put it on screen,” ordered Turagus, as the new
ship appeared on the viewer in front of him. After a
second of staring at the strange vessel he said “what
ever it is, it’s as ugly as my mother, plus it looks to be
organic.”
All of a sudden, strange pitches like sound
emanated from the communications station. Second
Officer Heran looked up from his station and said, “I
think the alien ship is hailing us.”
“Put it up on audio,” Turagus replied. Three point
seven six seconds later a voice was heard over audio
clerking and crackling.”
 “Trying to translate and compensate now,” said
Heran as he worked a few buttons on his consol. Five
minutes later he said, “We have a translation, and
the aliens aboard that ship call themselves the
Sernaix.”
“Sernaix?” asked Turagus, “never heard of them.”
He looked towards Heran and asked “is two-way
communications open?”
“Affirmative Commander,” replied Heran.
Turagus lifted himself out of his command chair
and stood in the center of the bridge and started to
speak. “Sernaix vessel, this Commander Turagus of
the Imperial Klingon Battle Cruiser Jokara, you are
traveling a long a restricted area of space. Stand
down and prepare to be boarded. If you resist you
will be destroyed.”
“Their replying,” replied Heran, “and I think
something is wrong with that ship out there, it
seems to be out of phase with this reality. Tactical is
even picking up something they think resembles
tachyon particles, if I had to guess they’re from the
future.”
“Jokara, we are the Sernaix warship Po’to’shia
and we are servants to the Votality, you are to be
destroyed. You are no match for this warship; we
have multi-phasic shielding, ablative armor,
Energized Tachyon Pulse Cannons, Phased Energy
Beams, and Polyphasic Disintegration Torpedoes.
SURRENDER!!”
 “We are Klingons,” replied Turagus, “and
KLINGONS NEVER SURRENDER! Prepare for battle.”
With the Sernaix now knew the Klingons wouldn’t
surrender, they knew that they had no choice but to
destroy the Klingons and their very weak looking
ships. So the Sernaix Commander turned to his First
Lieutenant and gave his primary attack order. “First
target the lead Klingon ship with our Energized
Tachyon Pulse Cannons, after a shot volley from
them, switch to our Polyphasic Disintegration
Torpedoes and show them whose boss.”
Aboard the IKS Jokara, the crew could feel the
ship rock violently and veer downward and to the
side as the artificial gravity tried to compensate.
Through the screaming and roaring of the ship her
engineers knew she couldn’t hold, for some reason
her hull’s pressure was rising as its structural
integrity dropped like a rock. “It has to be those
torpedoes,” said the Tactical Officer as an alarm
sounded signaling a hull breach on the lower decks.
Below decks in the long neck like structure of the
ship a Polyphasic Disintegration Torpedo hit and
passed right through the shields as if they didn’t
exist then right through the hull and right out the
other side of the ship cutting the forward half of the
ship from the aft half. At that major breach an
explosion began that headed in the direction of the
bridge while at the same time headed straight for
the warp core.
 On the bridge of the IKS Jota, the crew watched
as their comrade ship was being battered every
which way in space. They watched as their weapons
had no effects on the Sernaix warship and came so
the bridge officers came up with the most
dishonorable and worst thing a Klingon warrior could
ever do, they decided to flee from the scene of
battle and return to Qo’noS to alert the empire to
the existence of this powerful new threat and face
their dishonor with courage.
Aboard the IKS Jokara, the crew watched as the
IKS Jota stopped firing on the Sernaix vessel and
warped out of the system and the scene of battle.
The would be the last time they would ever see the
Jota for as soon as the Jota fled the IKS Jokara took
three more direct hits from the Polyphasic
Disintegration Torpedoes to her bridge, her neck like
structure and her engineering hull only this time the
neck like structure snapped off the ship as the rest of
their vessel exploded. As the IKS Jokara met its
doom, the Sernaix warship sent an encrypted
computer signal to the Klingon vessels main
computer and downloaded the entire Klingon
Database within seconds. With that information now
in their database, the Sernaix knew the location of
every single Klingon vessel and exactly where to find
Qo’noS, so the Sernaix Commander made the most
important decision of his career, “Set a course for
Qo’noS, we’re going to erase that planet off the
starcharts. TODAY IS A GREAT DAY FOR THE
KLINGON EMPIRE TO DIE”

………

Enterprise NX-01 and the IKS Karaga

There was finally only one Klingon battle cruiser

remaining, Enterprise under Reed’s export firing was
able to destroy the other two, but now this one had
witnessed the tactics that destroyed its other two
companion ships and now this one was determined
to stop Enterprise at all costs. For that would be the
honorable thing for them to do, to avenge their
comrades’ deaths, so the decision was made to
engage Enterprise as recklessly as possible so the
humans wouldn’t get lucky and manage to pull off
another one of those mysterious maneuvers that
both the IKS Jotara and the IKS I’Raga had fallen
victim to, except this time the Klingons noticed
something different coming from their ship just as
Enterprise phase cannon blast disabled them.
From her science station, Sub-Commander T’Pol
detected the problem that the Klingons were having
only she knew what it was and she spoke up.
“Captain, I’m detecting an overload in the Klingon
cruiser’s warp reactor.”
Before Archer could even speak Reed said “It
wasn’t me sir, I didn’t target their reactor.”
 “I wasn’t going…” started Archer but he was
interrupted when the last of the three Klingon
warships exploded. As the shockwave from the
explosion reached the Enterprise, Ensign
Mayweather pivoted the ship in space and set the
only course he quickly could think of, a course for
Earth.
As the Enterprise headed to Earth at warp two
point five Hoshi’s communications station without
warning lit up like a Christmas tree. After reviewing
the information that she had that was quickly
coming over her station, she turned to her husband
and said “We’ve been boarded on decks C, D, and E.
The Bio-signature is Klingon and they must have
transported aboard just before their ship was
destroyed.”
Archer turned to Reed and ordered “Send a
Security Team and some MACOs to detain them. Put
them into the brig even if you have to put more than
two per each holding cell. We have to complete our
mission.”
“But sir,” started Reed then stopped thinking out
his next words carefully so he wouldn’t be Court
Marshaled, “the brig was only designed for two
prisoners.”
“Alright, then if you need too, lock them up in
crew quarters under guard,” replied Archer.
“Understood Captain,” said Reed as he headed to
the turbolift.
 ………

On C-Deck a team of MACOS were fighting a

group of Klingon warriors trying to fight their way to
what seemed to be the Communications Lab; just
maybe to send a message to their homeworld saying
they captured Enterprise. Each Klingon warrior was
wearing full body armor and at their sides were their
Joka Daggers. In their hands each Klingon held a fully
charged disrupter making them a formidable
opponent in both a firefight and in hand to hand
combat.
Corporal Amada Cole and he MACOS unit found
themselves over whelmed by the soupier Klingon
Warriors. Realizing this Cole ordered her unit to fall
back to the turbolift. Meanwhile from the other end
of the corridor, Reed and his Security Detail made
their way towards the unsuspecting Klingons.
As the three groups converged at the turbolift, a
fierce firefight escalated. After the brief but fierce
firefight ended, all the Klingons lay stunned on the
deck. Among the casualties of the fight was Corporal
Amanda Cole, dead with a Joka Dagger through her
heart.
Once all the Klingons were captured and they
were placed in the brig and the rest were locked in
crew quarters under heavy guard in the unused
quarters on D-Deck Section 3 Junction 2. While the
Klingons were being secured Captain Archer headed
to Sickbay to get Doctor Phlox’s report. “We have
ten injuries and besides Corporal Cole we have two
other fatalities.” They’re Ensign Mark Mitchell and
Commander Thomas Triton.”
“They both led Security Details on Decks D & E,”
said Archer sadly, “they were good officers and they
didn’t deserve to die but lately we’ve lost too many
great people to the Xindi and the Romulans. I don’t
think its ever going to end, there is always going to
be some alien culture that wants to kill us, because
just beyond the next planet, just beyond the next
star there’s going to be something miraculous but at
the same time those planets, those new worlds
there’s always going to be some precious little life
forms out there.”
“I agree Captain,” replied Doctor Phlox, “but all
life forms are precious.”
“That they are doctor,” said Archer as he turned
and left sickbay all the while angry and confused, as
he passed through the doors, he repeated what he
had told Phlox during their discussion about life
forms, “That they are.”

………

USS Enterprise NCC 1701 & Starbase 47 A.K.A

Vanguard

“Commodore, I’m picking up a Constitution-class

starship entering the system,” said Commander Jon
Cooper, “it’s the Enterprise and she’ll be here within
the hour.”
“Notify me when she arrives, I’ll be in my
quarters,” said Commodore Diega Reyes, “You have
Ops, Cooper.”
As Enterprise traveled through the Taurus Reach
her sensors were on heightened alert set to the
Shedai signal scanning for not just the Shedai but for
any active conduits on their route to Vanguard.”
“Got something,” shouted Spock from the Science
Station, “a Shedai signal on course zero one mark
three seven one, about two point three light years
away.”
“Uhura, send an encrypted transmission to
Vanguard,” ordered Kirk, “tell them we’ve picked up
a Shedai signal and are going to investigate. Sulu, set
a course for zero one mark three seven one.”
“Course plotted and laid in sir,” replied Sulu.
“Engage,” ordered Kirk as his ship jumped to warp
under Sulu’s guidance.
Transversing between charted and uncharted
sections of the Taurus Reach the Enterprise made
her way to what the Shedai called the Second Sector.
The Second Sector was where many of the Shedai
that were loyal to the Maker were massing their
forces to attack the forces of the Apostate. Even
though the Apostate was no more since destroying
the Jinoteur System, his loyal Shedai followers were
still around to continue the fight, and they wanted
full control of the Shedai and to destroy the Maker
but if any Shedai touched the Maker, they would
immediately be unmade. This all Shedai knew so
they knew that they had to get something else to do
just that, but with the Apostate dead no one in the
Shedai Resistance could choose.
Continuing on course for the source of the Shedai
signal, the Enterprise’s recalibrated sensors all of a
sudden lost the signal. Minutes later, the same signal
was picked up on the move as if it was a ship
heading directly towards Vanguard. “Set a course
for Vanguard, Warp Eight Point Five. ENGAGE.”
Ordered Kirk. The Enterprise pivoted on her central
access and jumped to warp so fast that her inertial
dampeners took point five seconds to recalibrate
and steady the ship.
 EIGHTEEN

The Year of Kahless 787 (Earth Standard Year: 2163)

Klingon Empire

Chancellor M’Rek and the members of the

Klingon High Council couldn’t stand the fact that
their ships were falling to some unknown enemy.
They were even angrier because they figured
someone among them had to give away the facts
about their ships so this could happen. Speaking up
Chancellor M’Rek said to the warriors gathered
around the meeting table, “their destroying our
ships one by one, if this continues, soon we won’t
have a fleet. That will leave us vulnerable to the un-
honorable humans and RomuluSngan. We have to
act now to defend ourselves from both of them. It is
time we do what we should have done years ago and
go to war with both of them.”
“I have to object to this,” said Fleet Admiral Krell,
commander of the whole Klingon Imperial Empire’s
war fleet. “Our enemy could easily be those beings
that we encountered almost a year ago from the far
off Andromeda Galaxy. Before we drove them from
our space they did tell us about a powerful enemy
that they called the Votality and they were lead by a
more powerful group called the Totality. Both the
Totality and the Votality inhabit a realm called the
Realm of Light and that they can cause warp reactors
to go haywire like ours have been doing. Also rumors
have it that the same thing is affected the fledgling
United Federation of Planets and also the
RomuluSngan Empire’s ships. If there is anything we
should do, we should join with them to eliminate
this common threat then go back to being hostile
enemies after the Votality has been neutralized.”
“Bad idea,” said Chancellor M’Rek, “the humans
will never allow us to dissolve that alliance after its
formed. Also, I don’t trust the RomuluSngans. They
also did try taking our ships back in 2155 with their
Arrenhe’hwiua Telecapture System as I operatives
have learned its called. They even managed to
succeed and we were forced to destroy our own
ships over Draylax thus assisting the Coalition of
Planets in protecting their unallied world. Luckily our
attack fleet managed to leave before they were
hailed and questioned about their involvement. To
this day the Coalition, now the Federations still
doesn’t know why we did what we did. We cannot
let them see our weakness, therefore the best
course of action is to join the Votality and their allies
but only if they or one of their allies makes contact
with us, here.”
 No one spoke they were all taking in the
chancellor’s words. They all knew that when the
chancellor made up his mind that there was no
questioning it but this time though many of the
Klingon warriors gathered around thought his idea
was recklessly suicidal. The Klingon people had
survived for generations following Kahless’ lead.
Now to ally themselves with a vigilant enemy would
be an outrage and a dishonorable act. One many of
the Klingons weren’t ready to take but the only way
to prevent it from happening would be to kill
Chancellor M’Rek and the one who would do that
would become the new chancellor. Only one among
them thought he was ready to becoming the
chancellor of the empire, a warrior named Gr’ag.
Not wanting to give any part of his plan away
Gr’ag decided to speak up, so standing he asked
“Permission to address the council?”
“Granted,” replied M’Rek who didn’t expect the
middle-aged warrior to stand and want to address
anyone. To M’Rek, Gr’ag was to much of a noble
warrior who followed the chain of command to want
to go against the chancellor in any way. Now though
since Gr’ag asked for permission to speak, M’Rek
made a mental note to keep a watchful eye on the
warrior before him and to kill him with his Bat’leth at
the first sign of treachery and betrayal.
“I believe the best course of action for our people
to take is to follow Chancellor M’Rek’s plan,” said
Gr’ag, in a magnificently convincing voice that even
M’Rek believed. “But I also don’t think we should
burn all our bridges. In that I mean we should also
form an alliance of our own just in case the Votality
doesn’t come here to enlist us to join them but if
they come here to destroy us instead. That’s why I
propose that we form an alliance with the
RomuluSngan but when we form this alliance we add
in a clause that says its dissolved as soon as our
common threats are eliminated or just when the
Votality is beaten. Truthfully I prefer the latter with
the Votality being defeated so we don’t lose the
chance to conquer other worlds and enlarged our
empire. For now I propose we send a delegation to
Romulus to inform them of our proposal and see
what comes out of it.”
“Nice plan Gr’ag,” said M’Rek, “it could work; I
say we should execute it right now as a contingency
plan if the Votality does attack us. You’re in charge
of implementing it and going to Romulus as part of
our delegation. Everyone, you’re dismissed.” As
everyone started to leave the council chambers
M’Rek said to himself, “that Gr’ag is a threat to my
power as chancellor. I sure hope the RomuluSngan
kill him and all his delegation. We do not need those
petaQ to help us any more than we need to run to
Starfleet.”

………

Dartha City
Romulus
Year: 2163

Three weeks after leaving Qo’noS, Gr’ag and his

delegation were finally granted permission to come
to Romulus’ capital city and granted an audience
with Praetor D’deridex in the great hall of Romulus.
Still though they had to wait and it was making Gr’ag
even more impatient, what he would give for a
bottle of Blood Wine and his Bat’leth to kill some of
these RomuluSngan who had the guts to make him
wait. “Maybe it’s a trap and a mistake in coming
here. My whole plan was to kill Chancellor M’Rek
and take control of the empire myself. Oh wait; I can
still do that by getting Praetor D’deridex to help me
out. He should be sympathetic to my cause…
hopefully.”
As soon as Gr’ag reached Romulus, he asked to
speak to Praetor D’deridex but the praetor didn’t
want to see him. “These RomuluSngan,” thought
Gr’ag, “the best thing to do here is to go to war
against them. Maybe we should do so again, and
maybe once I’m chancellor, I’ll make that my first act
of business and conquer this worthless rat hole of an
empire and make all the RomuluSngan and their
subjects bow down to the might of the Klingon
Empire..”
Gr’ag never got his chance though. From behind
him he felt the sting of a disruptor blast as it
burrowed into his back charring the flesh. Just
before he fell down dead, he turned to see two
Remans standing behind, the smoke still steaming
off their disruptor pistols that they had just used on
him. Gr’ag shut his eyes and let death claim his very
existence hoping his soul was bound for the internal
Sto-Vo-Cor by means of the Barge of the Dead.
“It is done my praetor,” said one of the Reman
guards to Praetor D’deridex, “that ridiculous Klingon
warrior is dead.”
“Good,” said D’deridex, “now my plans against
the Klingon Empire and the United Federation of
Planets can begin. They would work better though if
the scientists could get that cloak working on not
just our gravitic mines but also our Bird-of-Preys;
then the fledgling Federation will never know that
we’ve violated the Neutral Zone boarder until its to
late and when they can’t stop us.”
 NINETEEN

Tholian Conclave
Tholia
2163

The Leader of the Tholian Assembly or Conclave --

as the Tholians’ liked calling it, was a wise old being,
he had commanded his forces with vigilance, and he
would even kill his officers if they disobeyed him.
With the help of those loyal officers he rose through
the ranks in the conclave. Now for twenty years
Fallnar [The Crimson] was the one Tholian to rule the
Conclave. Now his orders were getting to be that of
to colonize the long thought forbidden section of
space, known only to his people as the Shedai
Sector, a sector of space that for their history to
come would still never be a place for them to be, it
was forbidden, it was taboo for them to be there;
they would not return to the life of slavery serving
the ruthless Shedai.
Alone in the Conclave Fallnar made his decision,
“we should advance into the Shedai Sector at least to
make our presence known and to prevent any
interloping there, but the Shedai could also catch us.
While rumor has it, they’re all hibernating anyways.
I’ll just send one or two ships, they’ll be fine.”
Hours after making his decision in private he
knew he would have to tell the rest of the Conclave.
That he knew wasn’t going to go so well, after all not
everyone shared his idea about the Shedai Sector.
Not to mention not anyone knew that he was
thinking that because he wasn’t connecting to the
great link of Thought Space. “Well its time to face all
the ooh’s and boo’s,” Fallnar thought as he headed
back towards the Conclave to face the rest of the
Tholian Government that answered to him alone and
did all of his bidding.
The Tholian warship Prax-Theliana ventured
slowly and cautiously into the Shedai Sector all the
while keeping a sensor lookout for the power build
up to a conduit or a planet-based weapon. All of
which seemed to be idol. None of them even
powered up near the First World or the other nearby
planets. All was quiet, too quiet; something had to
be up, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

………

Deep Space Nine

2376
 To fight the Votality, Starfleet Command decided
to use DS9 as a staging ground to send some of their
forces into the past. The only problem with that plan
was to find a way not to contaminate the timeline
while at the same time saving it. As Captain Sisko
and his crew tried to devise a way to get to the past
without being noticed, the answer decloaked off the
station’s port bow in the form of one-hundred fifty
Klingon Bird-of-Preys and one Negh’Var.
As soon as the Negh’Var decloaked its
Commander hailed DS9’s Operation’s Deck so he
could talk to Captain Sisko, only the Captain wasn’t
around so he had to start his conversation with a
lovely female who was actually a Joined Trill, that
female was Ezri Dax. When Dax saw the Klingon’s
face appear on the viewer she said, “I’ll get the
Captain.” She then tapped her comm. badge and
said “Dax to Sisko.”
“Go ahead ‘Old Man’,” replied Sisko.
“Chancellor Martok’s Negh’Var and a massive
Klingon fleet of Bird-of-Preys have just decloaked
near the station. Also, Martok wants to speak with
you and Worf,” said Dax through the comm. badge.
She then quickly added “Ops out.” As soon as she
said that, she tapped her comm. badge again turning
it off.
“She sure signed off the channel pretty fast, sir,”
noted Worf.
“True and we have our answer on how to get to
the past, all we need is cloakable ships,” said Sisko,
“and we happen to have the Defiant and the Klingon
ships.”
“We also got the Romulans and their D’deridex-
class warbirds along with their newer warbirds, if
they’ll help,” noted Worf.
As they walked out of the Situation Room, Sisko
said “They should want to help; their ships are being
destroyed too. It would be suicide for them not too.”
“But your forgetting Captain,” started Worf, “it’s
just not the Romulan way to come to the aid of
others.”

………

On the bridge of Chancellor Martok’s Negh’Var,

the chancellor was getting very impatient and angry.
He didn’t like it one bit that the Starfleet Captain was
making him wait. As the chancellor’s anger grew, in
the back of his bridge the transporter hummed to
life and the figures of three humanoids materialized;
one human, one Trill female and a Klingon.
After Martok noticed Captain Sisko, Ezri, and
Worf on his bridge, he welcomed them aboard his
Negh’Var with the words “Welcome aboard the
Clo’va.”
He then turned to Worf and said “It’s been a long
time Worf son of Mogh.”
“Agreed Chancellor,” replied Worf. “I think the
last time I was here was after the Dominion War
ended last year.”
 “I believe so,” replied Martok, “or it was while
you were the Federation Ambassador to the Klingon
Empire.”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Worf, “there are more
important things going on in the quadrant theses
days; things that require the upmost attention of the
Federation, the Klingon Empire and the Romulan
Star Empire, so there is lots to discuss.”
“First, I’m going to dispatch five Klingon Bird-of-
Preys to Romulus to try and convince the Romulans
to join us in whatever we decide to do,” said Martok,
“then if we can’t get them, maybe we should force
their hand again.”
“Don’t remind me of that,” said Sisko, “deceiving
the Romulans into thinking the Dominion was
planning on attacking them was hard, but the result
of them joining our forces brought the best result in
the form of a great victory for the Federation; but
then what they did in luring the Enterprise-E into a
trap was a bad idea. At least Shinzon is dead and the
Enterprise wasn’t seriously damaged.”
“Yea,” said Worf, “but what about Data, he’s
destroyed because he saved Captain Picard’s life.”
“Starfleet should train the B-4 to take Data’s
place,” suggested Martok, “just because it’s a
different android and less advanced as Data doesn’t
mean he can’t do the same jobs as Data did.”
“Starfleet wants to study him,” replied Worf,
“Data wouldn’t allow it for him so Geordi convinced
the B-4 to help science out so they could design and
build more androids so ships can have one just in
case something happens to the crews.”
“We can’t let all this side talk get in the way why
we’re really here,” started Sisko, “so can we speak in
private about the recent Votality attacks and what
we’re going to do about them?”
“Yes,” replied Martok as he led the Starfleet
Officers into what could only be described as his
small Ready Room.
After entering Klingon version of a Ready Room,
the first thing Sisko noticed was the smell. The smell
was coming from underneath the deck where the
live Targs were kept. Other than the smell, the other
thing Sisko noticed was the many different weapons,
skins and relics from previous ‘great’ victories of
battles the Clo’va and her former commanding
officers had been in.
Once the doors closed behind them, Sisko said
“There’s no simple way to say this Martok, but
Starfleet needs all your cloakable warships to fight
the Votality in the past and we’re prepared to take
them by force if we need to.”
After thinking for a few minutes Martok spoke
but he didn’t seem angry, it was the total opposite
he seemed to still be his normal tempered Klingon
self. “You can have them, but no human or other
alien will command them. They will all be
commanded by Klingon warriors.”
 “That’s acceptable Chancellor,” replied Sisko,
“because you will allow humans and other aliens
aboard as crewmen. Right?”
“Yes,” answered Martok, “the non-Klingons will
only be crewmen, I just don’t some Klingons would
like taking orders from a non-Klingon that’s why they
can’t command the vessels.”
“That’s actually understandable Chancellor,” said
Worf, “after all former trials of just that never
worked out and mostly ended with the death of the
alien in command when the warrior staged a
mutiny.”
“I guess our business here is done then?” Asked
Martok.
“Yes,” replied Sisko.
“Then Qapla,” said Martok as he led them back
out onto the bridge. As they emerged onto the
bridge, a Klingon officer walked up to them and said
“Chancellor, your new Negh’Var flagship has
arrived.”
“Transport all crew and supplies over to her,”
order Martok, “then use her to destroy the Clo’va.”
While the two Klingons conversed, Sisko, Worf,
and Dax headed back to the transporter and
returned to DS9. Once they were back in Ops, Sisko
said, “Dax, I want you to monitor all incoming and
out going communications between the Klingon
vessels and Qo’noS.”
“Understood sir,” replied Dax. On her way back
to her Science and Operations Station Dax started
thinking “I wonder why the Captain doesn’t trust the
Klingons.”

………

Ten minutes after returning to DS9, Worf and

Sisko decided that instead of using Deep Space Nine
as the staging ground, that Starfleet should use
Empok Nor as their staging grounds for the war and
time traveling into the past instead. After thinking
about it for awhile Sisko agreed that the abandoned
Cardassian station would be the best staging
grounds because if it was attacked, it wasn’t as
strategic as Deep Space Nine was. Even with the
point of time travel decided, there was still one
question still going through Sisko’s head. “How do
we get into the past?”
Somehow knowing what was going through the
Captain’s head, Worf said “Starfleet Command can
think about the time traveling aspects, all we have to
do is dispatch some Starfleet vessels to Empok Nor
so we can secure the old station, and at least
Starfleet will gain control of this station’s sister
station.”
“Agreed,” replied Sisko, “and if you can get to
work on it now, that would be good.”
“Understood,” replied Worf, “I’ll start that right
now.” He then turned and left the briefing room.
 TWENTY

Romulan Star Empire

2376

On the planet Romulus the Romulan Imperial

Senate was called into an emergency session by the
Praetor because she wanted to find away to stop the
Votality and their deadly allies the Sernaix. As the
Praetor sat on her throne in the Senate Chamber,
the twelve Romulan senators walked in taking their
seats. After all the senators were seated Praetor
Tal’Aura stud up and started to speak.
“Members of the senate, as you know many of
our warbirds and other ships have been destroyed
by the Votality and the Sernaix. We have to stop this
and I propose we declare war.”
With the Praetor’s declaration said one of the
senators spoke up saying, “One of your warbirds, the
IRW Talon has picked up a lot of transmissions from
Deep Space Nine, Starfleet Command on Earth and
many of their ships. Most of the transmissions
mention massing a fleet at Empok Nor in the next
few days.”
I want a fleet of cloaked warbirds dispatched and
sent to Empok Nor to investigate,” ordered Tal’Aura.
“Will do,” replied her Reman Viceroy.
Just as Praetor Tal’Aura was about to end the
meeting and return to her bedchamber, another
senator decided to speak only this time he should
have kept his mouth shut. For his next words would
be his last. “Praetor, your Excellency, you should
know that Empress Donatra of the Imperial Romulan
State has contacted the Federation and has
dispatched at least fifty warbirds to Empok Nor to
join the forming Starfleet Armada.”
Praetor Tal’Aura turned to her Viceroy and only
said two words, “Kill Him.”
As the Reman shot the senator, the praetor
looked to the still sitting senators and said “Does Any
One Else Want to Mention That Traitor?”
Since the room was silent Tal’Aura decided that
the senate meeting had indeed come to an end, so
she turned and left with her Reman Viceroy. Once
the Praetor and Viceroy left, the twelve senators
started talking about defecting to the Imperial
Romulan State. A defection that would give more
strength to Empress Donatra’s forming empire while
at the same time could result in their deaths if
caught; but the way they were planning their
defection, that was highly unlikely.
 ………

Aboard the Imperial Romulan State Warbird

(IRSW) Valdore, Empress Donatra completing who to
take as a mate, as her husband or the new empire
she created would no longer exist when she died.
For if she didn’t have any children and soon, she
would be out of her childbearing years and then she
would have to choose her successor.
“Bridge to Empress Donatra, a cloaked Warbird
has entered the system, it’s the IRW Talon and her
entry trajectory puts her on a course for Empok Nor
and it would appear she came from Romulus.”
“I’m on my way to the bridge,” replied Donatra,
“have the helmsman put us behind Empok Nor.”
Hours later three more Romulan Warbirds
entered the system and also took up hidden
positions around the nearby M-Class planet. Each
ship had come from Romulus with orders to attack
the Federation fleet as soon as they were to drop
out of warp. Knowing this could be the case, Donatra
sent one of her newer warbirds into position with
the ones from Romulus, only the Commanders
aboard the other warbirds didn’t know that there
was an enemy in their mist when the newer warbird
joined them because they had ones of the same class
with them, except like the warbird Donatra sent,
they were still cloaked.

………
 Six hours later three Federation starships dropped
out of warp heading straight for Empok Nor’s
docking pylons preparing to dock. As they drew
closer to the station; half the Romulan fleet
decloaked and headed for the lead ship, a
Steamrunner-class cruiser called the USS Apollo NCC
52135 and opened fire, seconds later the rest of the
Romulan fleet also decloaked and opened fire on the
Apollo and the two Nebula-class starships with her.
Just before the battle began, the Andorian
Tactical Officer aboard the Apollo got jumpy when
the first half of the Romulan fleet decloaked. That’s
when his commanding officer named Captain Lisa
Glen said “Relax Tral-mixi, they’re just from the
Imperial Romulan State and their here to protect us
and the station.”
Then the Apollo was rocked by the first wave of
disrupter fire as Donatra’s fleet decloaked and
opened fire on the Romulans.
Back on the Apollo, Tral-mixi turned and said,
“That felt like disrupter fire, those Romulans aren’t
here to protect us, it’s an ambush… they’re here to
destroy us.”
In her command chair Glen turned towards her
left and yelled at Tactical, “Shields up, charge
weapons. Helm, evasive maneuvers, bring us about
bearing three two mark two one nine.”
As Tral-mixi brought the ship to that course a
warbird fired its disrupters at one of the Nebula-class
cruisers and since the Apollo was now in-between
the two, her shields took the blast. “Shields starting
to buckle Captain,” said Tral-mixi.
“Helm, change course,” ordered Glen, “bring us to
course two one two, and put our port shields into
their line of fire, their still holding at seventy
percent.”
“Acknowledged,” replied Elgin-mixi as he worked
the consol in front of him.
Aboard one of the Nebula-class cruisers, the
Tactical officer was finding it easy to stop the
incoming torpedo bursts thanks to the ship’s Point
Defense Phaser. Along with that defense she was
finding it easy to get through the shields of the
enemy Romulan warbirds with the Nebula-class’
Shield Disrupter. With all their efforts working to try
and survive, the three Federation starships were still
out numbered but the Nebula-class cruisers still had
one technology up their sleeve they could try, so
even though it would be dangerous and wouldn’t
last that long, they activated what is called their
Gemini Effect, so both Nebula-class starships formed
an exact copy of themselves near the entrance to the
sector and those two ships sped into the scene of
battle firing on the stunned Romulans. Only as the
Romulans turned to some of their weapons onto the
new arrivals, the ships seemed to dodge the fire and
get hit in the opposite area that was targeted. About
five to ten minutes later the Gemini Effect wore off
and the extra Nebula-class ships vanished. The three
Federation vessels were out numbered again, only
this time, they stated taking heavier damage as their
shipboard systems started to malfunction and shut
down, starting with the gravitational thrusters and
their Inertial Dampers.
As the Apollo tumbled and turned in space along
with the two Nebula-class cruisers with her, the
warbirds from Donatra’s fleet decloaked along with
the one within the mist of the enemy and opened
fire on the ships of their once comrades in arms.
“Well, now were’ dead for sure, more Romulans,”
said Tral-mixi as the Apollo was rocked once again
and almost right into one of the Nebula-class
cruisers, except that’s when a tractor beam latched
onto the Apollo from the Valdore and a
communications channel opened up, “Valdore to
Apollo, this is Empress Donatra.”
“Go ahead Donatra, this is Captain Lisa Glen;
captain of the Apollo, what can I do for you?”
“Sorry we didn’t join you sooner,” answered
Donatra, “we thought two more of your ships had
entered the system to join you, we didn’t know
about the Gemini Effect so we didn’t know why they
just vanished; we just completed our research and
can also see that your getting pretty banged up out
there, my fleet and I are ready to assist you.” With
that said the Valdore closed the channel and
disengaged her tractor beam as she got to work on
the enemy warbirds.
 As the new Romulan warbirds opened fire on the
Romulans attacking the Starfleet ships, Tral-mixi
aboard the Apollo said, “About time, those have to
be from the Imperial Romulan State. Now they
decloak after we’ve been getting our asses kicked for
the past fifteen minutes.”
“We were holding our own pretty well for a while
when the Nebula-class cruisers activated their
Gemini Effect,” stated Glen, “but now I think we’re in
major trouble.” Just as those words left her mouth
the Apollo was violently hit as sparks erupted from
the communications station slightly burning the
hand of the young Vulcan woman sitting there; but
she managed to say through the pain, “the Com is
down.”
“Correct Captain,” replied Tral-mixi, “shields have
failed and we have a hull breach on deck seven,
emergency force fields are holding.”
“Hold the Repair Teams for now,” ordered Glen,
“we might find that were going to receive worse
damage than a hull breach.”

………

Inside the unexpected battle zone was a cloaked

Federation starship, the USS Relentless NCC 50634
was a Defiant-class starship commanded by a two
hundred fourteen year old Vulcan-Human hybrid
named T’Lin Archer. T’Lin was an extremely smart
commanding officer for after her birth she spent lots
of time with her parents on the bridge of the
Starfleet vessel Enterprise NX-01 then a year later
the Daedalus-class USS IDIC NCC 203. While seeing
the battle escalating in front of her, T’Lin decided it
was time to intervene so she gave her orders to her
bridge officers as fast as she could come up with
them.
“Tactical, deactivate the cloak, target the nearest
warbird, FIRE.”
“Helm; bring us about and put us between the
Apollo and one of the D’deridex-class warbirds
protecting her.”
As the Relentless maneuvered into position next
to the Apollo, both the D’deridex-class warbird and
the Relentless both got shot by a spread of Photon
Torpedoes heavily damaging both vessels. With both
vessels on the urge of exploding; T’Lin gave her last
orders ever aboard the Relentless. “All hands to
Escape Pods, abandon ship. Head for Empok Nor.
Ready the station for combat.”
“Aye Captain,” was the only response she got
from her bridge officers as they and the rest of her
crew got ready to evacuate the Relentless. Once
main systems were locked T’Lin followed her fellow
bridge officers to the nearest Escape Pods closest to
the bridge.
As the Relentless drifted on an erratic course,
twenty Escape Pods lifted off from her top hull flying
upward and away as their maneuvering thrusters
activated and helped them maneuver through the
warbirds and Federation ships still in the fierce
battle. Surprisingly as the pods made it closer and
closer to the derelict tilted station, they were never
hit by any stray torpedo or disrupter blast; on the
contrary the pods and Empok Nor were miraculously
never hit in the rest of the battle. Making T’Lin
thinking either the spirits of her parents or some
higher power was looking out for her and her crew,
but who and why was what she wanted to know.

*****

DS9
Two Days Later

Ezri Dax woke up beside Doctor Julian Bashir at

about 0600 and left his quarters without him even
disturbing him and returned to hers feeling a little
guilty for she was being haunted by the memories of
Dax’s past host, Jadiza who was married to Worf for
almost a year before she was killed by the Pawraiths
and their Emissary, the Cardassian Gul Dukat. So
even though she wasn’t really married to Worf;
sometimes Ezri thought she was cheating on him
somehow and the second thought to that was the
fact it wasn’t easy for either of them to see each
other because they both had memories of Jadiza and
worst of all was that everyone called her “Dax”
instead of Ezri or Ensign. Once safely in her quarters
without being seen by anyone, especially Worf, Dax
refreshed herself and put on a clean uniform then
continued getting ready for her shift, a shift that was
going to begin sooner than she expected.
At DS9’s Ops desk Captain Sisko was not in the
best of moods. He was shocked to learn about the
Battle of Empok Nor and the destruction of the four
Federation starships including T’Lin’s cloaked vessel.
Wanting answers that only his Counselor/Science
Office could give him, he contacted Dax ordering her
to report to Ops early.
When Dax got to Ops, she went directly to her
station to begin some temporal research for
Starfleet and its allies so they would be able to send
their invasion fleets into the past to assist the
Enterprise NX-01 in fighting the Votality. During her
research about the Votality, Dax found out that they
had made contact with an alien race called Sernaix
and now the two equally unknown races were allies.
With her findings in hand, Dax headed to Sisko’s
Ready Room to give the Captain her report.
Once the doors closed behind Ezri as she walked
into his office, Sisko asked “What do you got “Old
Man”?”
“I have discovered an alliance between a race
called the Sernaix and the Votality,” reported Dax,
“but the Sernaix also have alliances with the Borg,
the Dominion and the long feared Furies.”
“Great so the Dominion is our enemy again?”
asked Sisko.
 “Not exactly,” replied Dax, “Odo’s groups of
Jem’Hadar soldiers are still loyal to him, but I’m not
sure about the rest of the Dominion.”
“I’ll have to let Starfleet Command know about
this,” said Sisko. “Dismissed.”
Once Dax left his Ready Room, Sisko said
“Computer, open an encrypted channel to Starfleet
Command, Alpha Priority Code Red.”
“Channel open,” came the reply of the
computer’s female voice.
Once the channel was open, on his computer
view screen the image of Admiral Kathryn Janeway
appeared and she said “What can I do for you
Captain?”
“I got news,” answered Sisko, “The Votality are
not alone, they have an ally called the Sernaix, but
the Sernaix also have an ally that also poses a threat.
Those would be the Borg, the Dominion and the
Furies.”
“The Borg don’t pose a threat anymore Ben,” said
Janeway.
“Not everyone shares that assessment Admiral,”
replied Sisko.
“You’ve been talking to Picard,” replied Janeway,
“he just says that because of his experiences as
Locutus.”
“Please don’t mention that,” said Sisko, “I’ve
already forgiven the Captain for the crimes he
committed as that drone and the death of my wife
Jennifer.”
 “Well if the Borg are involved and really are a
threat, Starfleet needs to keep a big enough force
here in this time to protect Earth incase they decide
to launch a third invasion against Earth,” decided
Janeway.
“If the Borg do attack,” started Sisko, “they’ll do it
in the past along with their allies because it’ll be
easier to conquer and enslave Earth by assimilating it
in the past to assimilate the future.”
“Picard’s words,” replied Janeway, “I did read his
report after the Enterprise returned from preventing
them from stopping First Contact, and that also
means that the Borg Queen has been destroyed
three times. There is no way the Borg Collective still
exists, maybe there is a few drones left but there is
no chance that they’ll ever return to their formerly
threatening glory and pose a threat to the Alpha
Quadrant and the Federation.”
“You’re making a mistake Admiral,” countered
Sisko, “the Borg always will be a threat; just because
Voyager destroyed the Unicomplex through the
pathogen, doesn’t mean they’re coming for revenge
against the Federation. They want to enslave the
human race; and they won’t stop until they’ve
achieved that goal, you’re putting the Federation in
danger over your beliefs. I should take this to the
Command Council.”
“Go ahead;” said Janeway, “they agree with me,
the Borg are not a threat.”
 “We’ll see about that,” said Sisko, “especially
when I let them know that their allied with the
Votality, the Sernaix and the Dominion and the
Furies.”
“TRY IT,” shouted Janeway, “That’s it Captain,
you’re lucky I’m not bringing you up on charges for
subordination.” She then closed the channel to DS9
and headed to see Admiral Owen Paris.
With the channel closed Sisco started to do some
more thinking. There was just no way Admiral
Kathryn Janeway had become so cocky, after what
she been through in the Delta Quadrant, what her
and her whole crew went through at the hands of
the Borg, the Hirogen, Species 8472, the Kazon, and
even the Caretaker himself; there just was no way
she had pushed all that out of her memory. The only
thing that had to be true was that the admiral was
indeed putting the whole United Federation of
Planets at stake with an agenda of her own. Sisco
intended to find out what that agenda was even if it
meant losing his career for if there was no
Federation, he didn’t have a career. To do this
though, I’m going to need to know more about the
Borg and the only one that knows that much besides
Admiral Janeway is both Captain Jean-Luc Picard and
Seven-of-Nine since they were both assimilated and
linked to the hive mind. Picard might help me but
Seven answers directly to Janeway. I’ll just have to
get around that.
 Heading towards DS9’s holodecks near Quark’s
Bar Sisco decided to run any program he could find
on the Borg. Any program that would tell of any
weakness they had and if lucky how the Queen could
have been remade so many times. To him, it was like
they came off an assembly line every time one was
destroyed for each one always looked like the last so
perfectly like the last with no hint of a difference as
if they were cloned.
 TWENTY-ONE

Enterprise NX-01, somewhere in Deep Space

2163

At lunch with her husband, Hoshi started to think

about how they could save Enterprise from the
mysterious events plaguing her. The only thing was
none of the ideas she could think of seem humane.
After all, if they were to do something to Enterprise,
Archer and T’Pol would be the ones to get in trouble
by Command since they were the ones in command
of the first warp five/seven starship Earth had; and
she didn’t want to see them court marshaled,
especially her husband. Unknown to Hoshi, Jonathan
was thinking the same thing only he voiced his
opinion. “I think we should destroy Enterprise,” he
said, “that way Hoshi, we can save the crew and the
unborn baby inside you”
Hoshi knew Jon was right but instead of just
saying that, she totally changed her tone and said
“That’s nonsense Jon. This ship has your father’s
engine, you dreamed of commanding her.”
 “That’s true Hoshi,” replied Jonathan; “but I
rather destroy this ship myself than have the Votality
destroy her.”
“I see,” said Hoshi as she finished her lunch.

………

Fifteen minutes later both Jonathan and Hoshi

were on the bridge when everything turned chaotic.
Knowing that it was an attack that could only be by
the Votality, Archer tapped the communications
button on his command chair and said “Tactical
Alert, all hands to battle stations.”
With his order given, Captain Archer went over to
Hoshi at the Communications Station and asked her,
“What do you think we should do now.”
“We destroy the ship,” answered Hoshi, “anyways
it was your idea earlier and I’ve been thinking about
it since yesterday at breakfast. It’s your decision if
we destroy Enterprise though.”
“It’s truthfully the only option,” said Jonathan,
“that’s what we have to do, destroy Enterprise.” He
then walked back to his chair as he mumbled “Sorry
dad, I would have tried any other option if it would
save the ship, but there doesn’t seem to be a way.”
Once the decision was made, Archer went over to
the only Vulcan on board and said “T’Pol, we’re
going to destroy the ship.”
“There’s a Starfleet vessel dropping out of warp
Captain,” interrupted Lieutenant Malcolm Reed.
 “What ship?” asked Archer.
“It’s the NX-02 Columbia,” answered Reed.
As Enterprise’s bridge officers turned towards
their ship’s main viewer to watch the Columbia
approach, their sister ship out of no apparent reason
exploded. All they could tell was that the explosion
initiated in the Engineering section at the warp core.
Before the explosion’s fireball went out, Hoshi
spoke up at her station. “I need to go out there in a
shuttlepod and find her black box before we leave
this area.”
“No!” objected Jonathan, “I won’t let you go.”
“Regulations say I have to go out here Captain,”
replied Hoshi in anger.
Knowing she was right, Jonathan let her go but he
ordered a MACOS Officer to go with her. Little did he
know was that this would be the last time he’d see
his wife alive.

*****

Shuttlepod One

As Ensign Archer and Major Laura got closer to

Columbia’s wreckage, the shuttle started to act
strange. At the helm Major Laura looked to Hoshi
and said “Ensign Archer, I’ve lost helm control and
we’re in the middle of the Columbia wreckage field.”
“Then forget about the helm for now,” ordered
Hoshi, “start scanning for Columbia’s black box.”
 “Aye sir,” replied the major as she started her
scans.
Not long after the major and Hoshi started their
scans, the shuttle pod’s new experimental warp
engine that was just installed while at Vulcan started
to fluctuate. Fearing the worst Major Laura tried to
take the engine offline to save the shuttle but it
wasn’t working. All her efforts proved to be fateful,
because in the end; she hadn’t had any Starfleet
training at the Academy so she knew nothing about
warp engines or how they were designed or
operated, so she turned to Hoshi and asked, “Do you
know how to take this dam engine offline?”
“Sorry but I don’t,” replied Hoshi, “I’m a
Communications Officer not an Engineer, I’ve never
even learned about the warp engine or its
mechanics.”
“Then we are going to die,” said Laura sadly, “and
there’s nothing you, Enterprise or your husband can
do about it; the Votality is about to claim this shuttle
and us along with it.”
“Don’t be unoptimistic major,” replied Hoshi,
“you don’t know Captain Archer like I do, I bet right
now he can tell something is wrong with the shuttle
and he’s devising a plan with T’Pol’s help to save us.”
From the bridge of the starship Enterprise, the
bridge officers and especially the Captain kept a
close eye on the shuttlepod among the wreckage. As
they watched the shuttle getting closer to what their
sensors showed was Columbia’s black box, the
bridge officers watched in shock and horror as the
shuttlepod exploded killing both passengers
instantly. What Hoshi had thought about the
Enterprise knowing that the shuttle was in distress
wasn’t true; from what they could see, everything
was fine with the shuttle until it exploded. They had
no idea of the problems going on aboard the shuttle,
problems that Hoshi herself should have contacted
the Enterprise about instead of hoping Archer’s
intuition would tell him that something was wrong.
 TWENTY-TWO

Aboard the Enterprise, Captain Jonathan Archer

stud in shock looking at the main viewer where he
had just witnessed his wife and unborn child die.
From her Science Station Commander T’Pol observed
that her Captain was getting emotional so she left
her station and went down to him to try and comfort
him, only he didn’t want it. Instead he turned to her
and said almost in a yell “I’ll be in my quarters, you
have the bridge Commander.”
“Now wouldn’t be the time for that Captain,”
argued T’Pol, “your place is here on the bridge,
especially during a crisis like this one.”
“I don’t care,” replied Archer, “it’s my ship and
I’m the Captain, so in a way I can do whatever I
want, whatever is within Starfleet Regulations that
is.”
“I don’t know what you mean Captain,” replied
T’Pol, “but if you want to go to your quarters, go, I’ll
be on the bridge if you need me.”
“Good,” replied Archer as he headed to the
turbolift.
 ………

Inside his quarters, Jonathan sat on his bed with

his head in his hands. He couldn’t stop crying and
feeling sorry for himself. Thinking for a long time, he
decided that the feelings he was feeling now were
why Starfleet didn’t allow fraternization between
crewmembers. “I should have been court marshaled
for even being with Hoshi, but no one let Starfleet
Command know, worst of all, she was only 34 years
old, I should have been fraternizing with T’Pol, and
anyways she does have a hot ass.”
Just as he got that thought out of his head, his
door buzzer went off so even though he didn’t want
to be disturbed he said “Enter.”
The door opened and Doctor Phlox walked in and
said “Captain, Commander T’Pol sent me down to
check you out, she’s worried about you. I think you
should see her tonight for a treatment of Vulcan
Nero Pressure, it will help you get some rest and get
rid of that tension you’re having.”
“I don’t have any tension Doc and I’m not tired,”
countered Jonathan clearly showing the doctor that
he was right.
“Doctor’s orders,” replied Phlox, “go to her
quarters when her shift ends, or have her come
here.”
“I rather have her come here to my quarters,”
decided Jonathan, “anyways, Crewman Taylor is just
too nosy, she’ll notice me entering T’Pol’s quarters
and then she’ll blabber and tomorrow it’ll be all over
the ship that I was with T’Pol for a long time. I can’t
have that happen.”
“I’ll let her know to come here when her shift
ends then Captain,” said Phlox as he left the
Captain’s quarters.
Once the doctor left his quarters, Jonathan
decided to do a little research about Vulcan Nero
Pressure so he activated his computer terminal to
access the Vulcan database they so willingly gave the
ship years ago on its first mission when they brought
the Klingon Klaang back to his homeworld of Qo’noS
alive unlike them who wanted to send him back in a
box. Once the computer was active and showing the
Starfleet Delta he said “Computer, tap into the
Vulcan Database and give me all the information on
Vulcan Nero Pressure.”
As the computer got to work, he then let his
memory go back to years ago back to Enterprise’s
first mission, a mission that to complete needed the
Vulcan starcharts that were within the database to
find the Qo’noS; so in exchange for the database, the
Vulcans put an observer aboard his ship, an observer
that her invited to stay as Science Officer, that
Vulcan was Sub-Commander T’Pol, and he did have
to admit that sometimes she could have been a pain
in the ass, no wonder he couldn’t happen but not
notice her ass especially in the clothes and uniform
she choose to wear. No one sometimes well no one
was looking he sneaked a glance her way towards
the science station, even while he was married to
Hoshi. While he was recalling all that from his
memory, the computer started searching for his
request, once it found the information on Vulcan
Nero Pressure, it beeped alerting him once again to
reality.
When the data appeared on Archer’s screen, the
first thing Archer noticed was that Vulcan Nero
Pressure was an intimate practice. “Great,” he
thought, “now Doctor Phlox is trying to set me up
with T’Pol. I see a Court-Martial coming up and this
time the Vulcans’ are going to have their reason to
boot me out of command.”

………

On the bridge of the Enterprise Commander T’Pol

didn’t feel well. In fact she was finding it harder to
control her emotions. From her symptoms T’Pol
knew what was wrong. It was her Pon’ Farr. Not
feeling well she turned to Lieutenant Reed and said,
“You have the bridge Lieutenant. I’ll be in Sickbay.”
Well in the turbolift heading to the deck Sickbay
was on, T’Pol started to contemplating about who
she was going to mate with because if she didn’t
mate within twenty-four hours to seven days she
would surly die. “At least any male will do, he
doesn’t have to be a Vulcan,” thought T’Pol.
 T’Pol was still thinking that when she walked into
Sickbay. Looking up and seeing T’Pol, Phlox said
“Commander, I want you to give the Captain a Nero
Pressure treatment after your shift.”
“Not now Doctor,” replied T’Pol, “I got my Pon’
Farr, I need to mate within seven days or I’m going
to die. I’ve already chosen who I want to mate with,
it’s the Captain. Tell him for me, and let him know
that it will save my life.” She then collapsed to the
deck feeling so much fatigue and emotions coming
up to the surface, all of which were causing her
blood to boil well all the while demanding to be
released into the open. T’Pol knew though that she
wouldn’t want them out in the open for anyone to
see, that is any one but Captain Jonathan Archer she
decided.
Understanding what T’Pol needed and not
wanting to see her suffering anymore than he just
had, Phlox returned to the Captain’s quarters at a
full run with a message he was hoping he wouldn’t
outright refuse. When Archer saw Phlox at his door
again he asked, “Now what is it Phlox?”
“T’Pol,” answered Phlox, “she’s taken ill and she
needs your help to survive.”
“What do you mean, Phlox?” asked Jonathan
concerned.
“Captain, T’Pol needs you or she’ll die,”
stammered Phlox.
“What’s wrong with her?” asked Jonathan as he
started to realize in his heart that he was worried
about her and actually really did have feelings for
her, and for a long time since he first saw her maybe
or it was from the time they were captured when the
Vulcans tried recalling her for what happened at
P’Jem and while they were tied up to each other
they fell with his face right in her chest, an action
that she didn’t seem to mind but actually enjoy, an
action that may have got her interested in him
physical, at least before the incident with Trip in the
Delphic Expanse. That only occurred because he
couldn’t sleep after his sister’s death in the Xindi
attack and Phlox sent him to her which started an
accidental physical relationship that she herself only
considered an experiment into human sexuality, an
experiment she realized she chose the wrong
partner for right away.
“It’s her mating cycle, the Pon’ Farr, it’s begun,”
started Phlox, “every seven years a Vulcan needs to
mate or die. This is her very first Pon’ Farr and she’s
acting irrational and emotional, but through her
emotional state, her feelings have emerged, she
wants you Captain and she managed to choke out
your name just before she collapsed. I would say
even though she doesn’t show her emotions, she’s in
love with you and has been for sometime it would
seem.”
“Well what am I supposed to do about it?” asked
Archer still with the thoughts of easily facing a Court-
Martial on his mind.
 “Mate with her Captain,” answered Phlox, “out of
all the humans on Enterprise she chose you, she
wants you to love her Captain, like she loves you; she
wants you to help her survive. Don’t let her down, if
you do, she’ll die and you’ll never forgive yourself.”
“Send her here Doctor,” replied Jonathan, “I don’t
want her to die, and the truth is; I do love her, have
for along time. I only married Hoshi because she was
human and I couldn’t think of a way to fully get her
to stay here on Enterprise during the Borg crisis
three years ago, I need her skills as a Linguists so I
married her out of love yes, but mostly so I could
keep her here aboard this ship.”
“Oh,” said Phlox. “Sometimes that’s what I
thought because I’ve noticed how you’ve always
looked at T’Pol, especially when you’re with her in
Sickbay and when she was naked under that surgical
blanket after she got shot in the thigh on Coridan.”
Flashing back to that moment in his mind, Phlox
almost forgot why he had come to see the Captain
again, but after a minute or two of retuning back to
reality, he started to speak again, “I’ll send her here,
you just make sure you take good care of her, this is
her moment of need… and she needs and wants
you.” He then turned and headed back to Sickbay.
As soon as Phlox returned to Sickbay, he got a
hypospray and filled it with medication to get T’Pol
back on her feet so she could get to Jonathan in his
quarters. Once the hypospray was ready, Phlox
touched it to the unconscious Vulcan woman’s neck
injecting the medicine into her bloodstream. After a
few minutes T’Pol was back on her feet only she was
still feeling the drastic urge to mate getting stronger
and stronger and ready to overwhelm her, she
needed to get to Jonathan and fast only she didn’t
know yet that he had agreed to mate with her and
save her life. So she decided she had to know, she
turned to Phlox and asked “Did you talk to Jonathan?
What did he say? Will he mate with me or let me
die?”
Phlox looked at her in the eyes and said sincerely
“Yes T’Pol, I talked to Jonathan, and he said he’s
willing to help you, I told him you’re in love with him
and the surprising thing is he’s in love with you too
T’Pol, he has been for along time now, so he said
“Yes, he will mate with you”. He’s waiting for you in
his quarters.”
“Thanks Doctor,” said T’Pol, “and…., he’s been in
love with me for sometime? Then why did he marry
Hoshi?”
“You should ask him that once your Pon’ Farr’s
ended,” answered Phlox.
“Thanks again Doctor,” said T’Pol as she turned
and left Sickbay running all the way to Jonathan’s
quarters.
When she got to Jonathan’s quarters, she didn’t
even ring the door chime, instead she touched the
button that would open the door, allowed it to open
and walked. Meanwhile, in another end of his
quarters, near the shower, Jon thought he heard the
door open so he returned to that room and when he
saw T’Pol standing there he said “I thought it was
you.”
She didn’t even answer him but instead she
walked closer to him and let her Pon’ Farr fever take
full control of her body and her actions as she tore
Jonathan’s uniform off and almost to threads, she
then did the same to herself fully giving into the
mating fever that Vulcans before her had always
done when they successfully found their mate, only
for them those mates were mostly other Vulcans for
Vulcans rarely mated outside their race for mating
led to Bondmates and Bondmates led to children.
With T’Pol fully wrapped in her mating fever,
Jonathan wrapped his arms around her into a strong
embracing hug and held her close to him feeling
each other’s warmth. As T’Pol felt Jonathan’s
warmth and his hands touching her Vulcan body, it
sent shivers down her spine. Once Jonathan had
T’Pol in his arms, he planted his lips to hers and gave
her first real passionate kiss, an act that was never
done on Vulcan for instead they kissed by pressing
two fingers to their mate’s two fingers on their right
hands in an embrace like gesture. T’Pol’s first kiss
that she had truly had was with Trip years earlier but
she tried to forget that for that guy was the worst
jerk that she could have ever had, at least this time
this kiss sent more shivers and even ripples down
her spine as it continued.
 Being so close to her lover, her mate, T’Pol felt
the urges from her Pon’ Farr getting even stronger
than they had been just minutes earlier. She was
totally ready to mate; her only thought was “Would
Jonathan want to be with me after my Pon’ Farr has
ended?” In the back of her mind, she somehow knew
that the answer to that question was “yes”, but she
couldn’t allow that to happen because she knew that
if it did, her lover would be court marshaled and
would also lose Enterprise, his father’s engine, his
legacy.
Breaking their embrace T’Pol looked Jonathan in
the eyes and said “I hate to break our contact, but I
think its time for you to take me to bed Jon, make
love to me, mate with me, my Pon’ Farr fever is
getting even stronger, I can’t hold back these urges
any longer, they need release, I feel them boiling in
my blood; and you’re the only one that will be able
to help me through it… you’re my lover.”
“Maybe your right,” said Jon leading her to the
bedroom thinking she was right about what should
be done. Once they were near the bed, T’Pol decided
it was time to give herself freely to her lover, to give
into all her urges and desires, to allow him to get
even closer to her being.. to her essence. So she
allowed him to take full control as he helped her out
of her Vulcan robes and carefully laid her down…

*****
 Hours later after awakening from along sleep,
T’Pol looked to her left side at her lover and said “I’m
going to need you everyday for the next six days
until my Pon’ Farr ends.”
“I thought that,” replied Jonathan as his lover
rolled onto her side and tried to get some more
sleep since her lover’s snoring kept her awake for
some parts of the night, but even with that little
flaw; she still loved him no matter what. “Just too
bad we can’t be together forever,” she thought,
“then again maybe he’ll think of something so we
can, either way, I do love him even if I don’t show it
emotionally .”
As T’Pol was thinking that, Jonathan had
something similar going through his head. “Why
didn’t I act on these feelings for T’Pol? Look at her,
she clearly wants me and I’ve been blind to it
because of being in command, I’m her superior but
she is also my Second in Command, she reports to me
directly, but even if she didn’t it would still be
considered fraternization. Well to hell with those
regulations, I want to be with her and that‘s what I’m
going to do, if she’ll let me that is.”
 TWENTY-THREE

USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E at Empok Nor

2376

Aboard the Romulan Warbird Hidden Talon the

invasion’s commander sat in the briefing room
listening to his crews’ nonsense. From every word
they said he knew they wanted to leave Empok Nor
before the Federation’s bigger fleets arrived. As he
was thinking about giving the order to retreat, his
second in command contacted him from the bridge
and said “Commander, a Federation starship has
entered the system, it’s the USS Enterprise NCC
1701-E and she’s n course for Empok Nor.”
“Order our ships to follow us out of the system
before the Enterprise detects us,” ordered
Commander C’Lar.
“Understood Commander,” replied the Romulan
Sub-Commander. Once he ended his communication
with C’Lar, he past the information onto the ship’s
helmsman and the commanders of the other vessels.
 After about fifteen point seven minutes, the
Romulan fleet left the meters of the Enterprise
without being detected. Since the crew aboard
Enterprise didn’t detect the Romulans, they
continued onto and docked with Empok Nor. Once
Enterprise docked, some of her crewmembers went
aboard the station to get her ready for more ships to
arrive, all the while Empress Donatra’s fleet of now
uncloaked warbirds stayed in constant orbit around
the station on heightened alert and constant
vigilance. So finally the mission that began two days
earlier and cost the life of the crews of three
Federation starships, the station was secured and
the true mission could now begin.
Aboard Empok Nor Captain Picard got a report
about the attack from Captain T’Lin, the only
surviving captain to be in the battle. He learned that
T’Lin’s vessel was only destroyed because she had it
intercept the Apollo so the weaker ship would be
more protected. She then said “I should have
remembered what my father and mother taught me
well on the first Enterprise in 2163 after I was born,
but I let my emotional human side get in the way of
my logic.”
“It’s not your fault T’Lin,” replied Picard, “you
were just doing your duty as a Starfleet Officer.”
“Tell that to the dead,” replied T’Lin, “my parents
would be disappointed in me.”
“They would be proud of you T’Lin,” replied
Picard, “anyways you’ll be able to ask them, your
orders are to remain aboard Enterprise, we’re one of
the first ships to enter the temporal rift and go to
the year 2163.”
“I shouldn’t tell them anything,” said T’Lin, “it
could ruin the future; it might even prevent me from
being born.”
“I don’t think that will happen T’Lin, because
weren’t you conceived before the Votality threat?”
asked Picard.
“No, NX-02 Columbia was destroyed, then Hoshi
died, then days later my mother T’Pol had her first
Pon’ Farr and days later after my father was Court-
Martialled they were married and on their wedding
night, I was unexpectedly conceived,” answered
T’Lin.
“Then we should set our time traveling date to be
at least three months after your conception, that
way nothing will change involving your birth,”
decided Picard. “You’re dismissed Captain.”

………

At Deep Space Nine, a massive fleet was being

formed. From all over the Federation and Klingon
space hundreds of starships were massing at almost
every operational starbase. Once each fleet was fully
formed, they all set a rendezvous course at Deep
Space Nine.
Inside the Gamma Quadrant the Dominion that
wasn’t loyal to Odo were massing a two hundred
thousand five hundred fifty ship fleet with the fleets
that he Votality and the Sernaix were massing. After
about four point nine-nine hours a fleet of over ten
billion ships were on the move heading straight for
the wormhole and Deep Space Nine.
At the end of the wormhole on the Bajoran/Alpha
Quadrant side near DS9, the wormhole started to
fluctuate opening and closing over a dozen times, an
effect that wasn’t normal and would mean that
there was high traffic of vessels passing through it
from the Gamma Quadrant side, but nothing to
indicate that as the reason appeared on DS9’s
sensors.
Seeing all this on her sensors then running a few
unconventional scans and tests, Dax looked up from
her station and said “There’s definitely vessels
coming through, but their exiting the wormhole in
2163 and also one hundred years later in Kirk’s time
in 2263, but sir, there are many Jem’Hadar warships
with the Votality and Sernaix vessels. No sign of any
Borg or Fury ships yet, but that’s just a matter of
time.”
“Alert Worf to ready the Defiant for immediate
departure,” ordered Sisko, “we’re going to meet the
rest of the fleets and head straight for Empok Nor
now.”
“Understood Captain,” replied Dax sending the
alert through out the station.
“Oh one other thing Old Man,” started Sisko,
“you’re going to the Defiant too.”
 “I’ll be there soon,” replied Dax as she got up
from her station heading towards the turbolift to the
Habitat Ring and the crew’s quarters where she
decided to change into a newer and cleaner Starfleet
Uniform. Only first after all her clothes were off, she
decided to massage her spots from the top of her
head all the way past her neck and thighs to her end
of her long legs.
 TWENTY-FOUR

Empok Nor

“Sirs, the Defiant and over six hundred ships are

entering the system, all from Deep Space Nine,” said
Ensign Balard to Captains T’Lin and Picard, “they
appear to be the second, fifth and ninth fleets. Also
the first, third, sixth, eighth and tenth fleets are
being detected on long range sensors, they have the
same number of ships as the fleets that have just
arrived.”
“Is the Koval and Construction Ships with them?”
asked Picard curiously and hoping that they were
there or the mission would still have to be delayed.
“Yes,” answered Balard.
“Order them to begin constructing a Temporal
Research Facility,” ordered Picard, “and send a
message to Sisko telling him to have the Defiant
dock at pylon four next to the Enterprise.”
“Aye sir,” replied Balard as he went about his
assigned duties all the while getting angry at
receiving so much orders because his species wasn’t
used to it and also his hairy back was aggravating
him, it wasn’t his fault though that he was a Tellarite.
So to complete his latest orders he first opened a
channel to the Defiant and told Sisko to dock by the
Enterprise, he then opened a channel to the fifty-
nine construction ships and gave them the order to
start constructing the Temporal Research Facility.
As the construction ships got to work on the
Temporal Research Facility, the many Starfleet
Captains had a secret meeting discussing what to do
with the Enterprise NX-01 when they were to find
her. Each captain had their own idea. Picard thought
the Enterprise should protect the NX-01. Sisko
thought the Defiant should be around the NX-01 well
cloaked and only decloak whenever the historical
ship was under attack. The final voiced idea came
from Captain T’Lin who suggested, “How about we
just bring my parents’ ship here to our time line after
we find her.”
“To risky,” said Picard and Sisko together, and
then Sisko continued “the NX-01 wasn’t designed to
withstand the stress of time travel through a rift or
portal. She has done it before through intervention
through Daniels and that ended the Temporal Cold
War when Enterprise stopped Vosk in 1944.”
“That’s why one of our bigger ships tractors her
into their shuttle bay then returns through the
temporal rift were going to make and brings the NX-
01 to DS9 where she’ll be released and docked to the
station,” stated T’Lin.
 “Still no,” rebuked Picard, “and that’s because her
crew will get to see the future and if that happens
when they return it will contaminate the time line
that will result in a drastic change that will affect the
future and may even prevent this conversation and
this mission from happening. Anyways, Starfleet of
2163 will notice the Enterprise is missing and
presume she has been destroyed, then when she
miraculously reappears when the war ends, it would
just be to confusing how she has returned
undamaged.”
“The time line will be contaminated either way
Jean-Luc,” said Sisko, “that’s because no matter
what we do to hid them, some of our ships will be
seen.”
“That problem can easily be remedied,” said
Picard, “we can erase their ships’ main computers
with an encrypted pulse wave so everything
regarding our ships and the future is erased forever.”
“That’s true,” regarded the other captains, “but
what about the crewmembers that see our ships or
even crewmembers with their own eyes?”
“Doctor Beverly Crusher is working on a way to
erase their memories in the Enterprise Sickbay as we
speak,” said Picard, “I’m hopefully that by the time
this all over, she will have succeeded in that
mission.”
After all their discussions and rebuking ideas, the
Captains finally came up with a plan that they would
follow, a plan when weighing it out among all the
others was actually truthfully the best plan to save
the Enterprise NX-01 and to make sure she became a
museum ship like she was supposed to. “We’ll
follow Captain Picard’s suggestion, but both the
Enterprise and the Defiant will protect the Enterprise
NX-01. That way she’ll have two strong vessels
protecting her and we will have to let her crew know
that we’re there to protect her and that we are from
the Federation in the future that of which we will
have to prove and that’s why we’re going to have
T’Lin devise how to do that, but we can show them
some of our historical databases and information
from classified covert operations before the
founding of the fledgling Coalition of Planets in 2155
and of your father, Captain Jonathan Archer’s
assistance in forming the United Federation of
Planets in 2161.”

*****

With fifty-nine construction ships building one

Temporal Research Facility, the job that would have
taken anywhere’s from months to years to build was
totally complete in five weeks and two days. After
testing the facility by jumping a cloaked Defiant five
weeks into the past, the Starfleet Officers at Empok
Nor knew their facility worked and was fully
operational, it was deemed fully operational and was
commissioned as Starbase 0010-A with Empok Nor
becoming a Federation space station deemed Deep
Space Ten.
Three weeks after the commissioning
ceremonies, over twenty-four hundred Starfleet
vessels, two thousand Klingon warships, and five
hundred Imperial Romulan State Warbirds were
ready to use the Temporal Research Facility to create
the temporal rift and time travel to the year 2163
and assist the Enterprise NX-01 in what would
hopefully become a major victory for the United
Federation of Planets and their allies.
 INTERLUDE

Enterprise NX-01
2163

“Captain’s Starlog May 12, 2163, I guess were lucky

that Enterprise wasn’t destroyed by the Klingons
earlier. We’re going to have to keep up a better
guard now that they know that we’re back in service.
If their in allegiance with the Romulans and if the
Klingons and Romulans are involved in the
destruction of both the Rosetta and Columbia then
we’re already in more danger than I’m comfortable
for. I’ve already lost one wife; I’m not going to lose
my new girlfriend too. As of right now, the Enterprise
is on course for Jupiter Station for a small Weaponry
Systems Refit. The upgrades will be over seen by my
Tactical Officer Lieutenant Malcolm Reed, my Chief
Weapons Officer. I can only hope that these
upgrades don’t take that long. If they do, the
Klingons could easily spread word that we’re back in
service and if that news gets out to the Romulans,
well lets just say that the treaty that created the
Neutral Zone be damned, they’ll be coming for this
ships first for we alone executed the terrible attack
on their fleet of drone ships with assistance from
Columbia now with her destroyed we’re down to only
the NX-07 Poseidon and the NX-Yon Interceptor. I
hate to admit it, but we’re out numbered now. End
log.”

In his Ready Room Captain Jonathan Archer

wasn’t his normal self. T’Pol’s Pon’ Farr had ended
earlier that morning and she had told him that she
had felt the urge to mate fading. Now he wasn’t sure
if she would want to continue the relationship that
had begun seven days earlier, a relationship that had
totally evolved into full fledged feelings for each
other. Feelings that meant there was no going back
now, or at least he thought. All he wanted was to
continue their relationship but he wasn’t sure if she
would or if she would rather transfer. Looking over
at his desk he noticed the chronometer on it read
that it was almost noon “ship’s time” so he headed
back to the bridge to be in his rightful place.
Once on the bridge, he went over to T’Pol at her
station and asked “Commander, will you join me for
lunch?”
“I’d be delighted,” answered T’Pol with a hint of
happiness in her voice as she left her station and
headed to the turbolift with Jonathan at her side.
Well inside the turbolift, T’Pol spoke up knowing
that what Jonathan was thinking needed an answer,
so she voiced her concern. “Jon, we need to talk.”
 “About what?” Jonathan almost yelled at her
seeming like he was very angry at her, but then again
she wasn’t sure.
“About if I transfer or we go back to being just
friends,” answered T’Pol, “for you know we can’t
continue our relationship, you’ll lose your
command.”
“I don’t care,” replied Jonathan, he then thought
the rest not wanting to voice it because deep down
he knew that if T’Pol knew it she would definitely
continue to say no to continuing their relationship.
“So I’ll just not make Admiral, it doesn’t matter that
my Starfleet career ends early; I’ve already
completed my first dream, commanding Earth’s first
warp five starship, the starship with my father’s
engine.”
Moments later, the two of them walked into the
Captain’s mess where the Steward took their orders
then headed back to Chef so the meals could be
prepared. After he was gone, Jonathan and T’Pol
continued their discussion, but during that time
while the Steward was around, T’Pol couldn’t believe
what she had just heard her lover say, “He’s willing
to give up Enterprise to keep me, but our two
governments probably won’t allow it,” she thought.
To Jonathan’s mind he could hear what T’Pol was
thinking as if she was speaking it. She could hear his
thoughts and she knew he was confused as “hell” as
he would put it. She would have to explain.
 “Jon,” she started, “I know you can hear my
thoughts, I can hear yours too. That’s because
Vulcans mate for life and because you were able to
satisfy my Pon’ Farr, we are compatible, that’s why
we hear each others’ thoughts. It’s because when
Vulcans mate, they form a physic bond with their
partner, they become what we call Bondmates.
When I told Phlox that I choose you, I never told him
that you would become my Bondmate for life
because he might have decided it would be a bad
idea for you to hear my thoughts and also make
executive command decisions, for he could think
that it would interfere with you making decisions
dealing with mine, yours, ours, or the ship’s safety.”
“I don’t think I fully understand T’Pol,” replied
Jonathan, “but even though I don’t, I don’t think
Phlox would ever have done that.”
“I know,” said T’Pol. “I will have to help you
Aisha,” thought T’Pol.
“Aisha?” thought Jonathan.
“Beloved, my adored one,’ replied T’Pol this time
saying it out loud instead of thinking it.
Just as T’Pol was about to add more to her Aisha
definition, the Steward came back and placed her
Plomeek Broth soup in front of her and Jonathan’s
steak in front of him, a food that made T’Pol’s
stomach twirl. So since they had their food, together
they decided to continue their conversation through
their mental bond that Jon still needed to get used
to, so Jonathan decided to send a thought to T’Pol
first thinking “T'Pol, are you willing to continue our
relationship or will you end it just because of
regulations and my possible loss of command?”
“I’ll continue it Jon,” thought T’Pol, “after all I
realize from hearing your thoughts on our way her
that you’re willing to give up Enterprise and your
career for me.”
“I heard you thinking that T’Pol, but I didn’t
understand it then, I thought I was just wishing you
were thinking that or something,” thought Jon. He
then realized something else and sent it to her as a
thought too, “I will have to let Admiral Black know
about us; hopefully he’ll let me stay in command of
Enterprise.”
“Let’s finish our lunch and worry about that later,”
thought T’Pol, “and anyways, I feel we should take it
slow when it comes to talking to Admiral Black,
because if I remember correctly, he’s Admiral Carson
Black and he didn’t even think you should have been
put in command of Enterprise, he thought Captain
A.G. Robinson should have been given command.”
“You’re right T’Pol,” thought Jonathan, “anyways,
A.G. died in a mountain climbing accident years ago,
if you remember, you and I were alone in a shuttle
searching for a Dark Matter Nebula after I got that
news.”
“I remember,” thought T’Pol, “and I loved being
alone with you in that shuttle, it was very peaceful
and scientific at the same time.”
 “I’m glad you feel that way T’Pol,” thought Jon,
“because I felt the same way, only I also just wanted
to kiss you and hold you close in my arms.”
“Well what’s stopping you from sweeping me off
my feet into your arms right now Jon?” thought
T’Pol.
“One, your sitting and eating,” thought Jon, “but
we’re also in the Mess hull, anyone can see. Two, I
wish you were in my quarters right now so I could
carry you to…”
“…the bed,” T’Pol finished his thought for him by
thinking it herself well looking at him directly in the
eyes and wishing the same thing he was.

………

Captain Archer’s Ready Room

Later That Day

After a while of pacing back and forth in his office

not wanting to do what he knew had to, Jon sat
down in front of his desk and prepared to open the
channel to Starfleet Command but he then
hesitated. From the bridge; T’Pol projected a
thought to Jonathan’s mind saying “Don’t be afraid
Jon, I’m with you even when I’m not next to you, so
don’t be afraid. Just contact the admiral, all will be
fine.”
With that little confidence from T’Pol, Jonathan
said, “Computer tap into Echo One and open a
secure channel to Admiral Black at Starfleet
Command.”
When the admiral’s face appeared on his
computer view screen, Archer said “Admiral.”
“Your report isn’t due for the next four days,” said
Admiral Black, “this must be a social call.”
“I’m romantically involved with a member of my
crew,” replied Jonathan.
“Who is it Jon?” The Admiral demanded to know.
“I’d like this to remain confidential,” replied
Archer.
“I can’t honor that request,” Black said.
“It’s important that you do,” countered Jonathan.
“You’ll have to tell me first,” said Black, “then
we’ll see.”
Archer gave a sigh and said “Commander T’Pol.”
“What did you say?” asked Black not fully
believing what he heard.
“Commander T’Pol,” repeated Jonathan.
Black looked like a bomb had been dropped on
him. “Your Vulcan First Officer?” He asked.
“Yes sir,” answered Archer.
“Was she willing?” asked Black.
Again Archer replied “Yes sir.”
“You know both the Vulcans and the Humans are
prejudice and that will interfere with your
relationship.”
“T’Pol isn’t going to tell the Vulcans,” said Jon,
“anyways, they don’t have the same rules regarding
fraternization.”
 “It could raise diplomatic issues Captain,” said the
Admiral.
“Maybe, maybe not, T’Pol and I are prepared for
that,” said Jon, “if that happens, we’ll leave
Starfleet.”
“How did this happen?” asked Black.
“Well I’ve always have been attracted to T’Pol
since the Vulcans assigned her to Enterprise,” said
Jon. “An opportunity presented itself to me through
her mating cycle, she chose me and I accepted.”
“Is this mating cycle over?”
“Yes Admiral.”
“But you want to continue the relationship?”
“Yes sir, both of us do.”
“Does your crew know about you two or did it
happen discreetly?”
“Only the Doctor knows; he’s the one who help
set us together.”
“I haven’t decided what to do yet Jon,” started
Black. He took a breath then continued, “That’s
because I got a few questions that could most likely
effect my decision depending on your answers.”
“Understood,” replied Jonathan, “just ask them,
and I’ll try to answer them as best as possible.”
“First, what if a dangerous situation arises?
Would you be able to send her into the fray?” asked
Black.
Archer knew these questions would come up.
“I’ve thought about that, I would, but it wouldn’t be
easy.”
 “Would you sacrifice her life to save the crew?”
asked Black hoping the answer to this question
would be the one he didn’t want to hear so he could
have an excuse to remove Jonathan from command.
“I don’t know if I could make that decision. But I
know her well enough to understand she would do it
of her own volition,” answered Archer.
“Dam,” thought Admiral Black, “not the answer I
was hoping for, he got me there. T’Pol’s the type of
woman who will give up her life without being
ordered to, Dam.” Then he thought of another
question that he could trap Archer with, “Would you
ask another crewman to sacrifice themselves for
her?”
Jonathan shifted uncomfortably in his chair and at
the same time in the back of his mind, he heard a
thought from T’Pol thinking, “It’s ok Aisha, just
answer the question.” So he said, “It depends on the
situation. If I thought it was in the best for the ship
and the crew, then yes. I certainly would give my life
for hers.”
“Would she have more of a sway on your
judgment, Jon?” asked the Admiral, but he think he
already knew the answer.
Jon knew the answer to that and he didn’t want
to lie so he said, “probably.”
“Would she affect your job performance?”
“No,” answered Jon, “neither she nor I will let
that happen.”
 “How would your crew take the news about you
and her being in a relationship?”
“Some might be happy for us like my bridge
officers, well others because of their prejudice
towards Vulcans will not be,” answered Jon. Well
from the bridge T’Pol sent another thought to him,
“You’re right about the bridge officers being happy
for us, but there are some on other decks too that
would be, like Doctor Phlox for example.”
“What if I asked you to stop seeing her?” asked
Admiral Black.
Archer’s face fell as he tried to hold back the
tears, “Is that your decision?”
“Not yet.”
“I’d probably leave Starfleet,” said Jon, “because I
love her and I would want to be with her.”
“Do you think the Commander and you will have
children?” asked Admiral Black who didn’t even think
it was possible for an interspecies relationship to
produce offspring.
“I don’t even know if that’s possible,” answered
Jonathan. He then sent a thought to T’Pol asking “Is
it?”
T’Pol replied within seconds thinking “The Vulcan
Science Directorate has done extensive research on
that topic and they give it a 99.1% chance that a
Cooper-based and an Iron-based life form can even
mate, that leaves a .9% chance that the genes from
our two species can combine into a child. So I’d have
to say it’s impossible, but possible with low odds of
success for a Vulcan and a human to ever get
pregnant. Sorry Jon, I know you wanted to have
children and I do too, but it just physically isn’t
possible.”
Admiral Black speaking again got Jonathan’s mind
back onto the topic at hand. “If I let you continue
your relationship, it could get into the media, the
Vulcans will find out and most likely want you
removed, her removed or both. That could mean
that you and T’Pol would have no planet to call
home, I hope that doesn’t happen because it could
also lead to the scrapping of the NX Program,
something we both don’t want to see happening
because we now actually got a fleet forming out
there, Starfleet isn’t just a name anymore, it’s a
reality and we’re even almost ready to launch a few
more new Daedalus-class ships soon. This is going to
be so bad Archer, there’s a fleet slowly forming out
there and its all because of everything you and your
crew has done throughout the years since you first
launched in 2155, and that goes for your Vulcan and
Denobulan crewmembers too.”
“I don’t want to see that happen Admiral,” replied
Jonathan, “but T’Pol’s government might not even
want that. They might be fine with this whole thing
anyways, it’s a way to draw our two species closer
together, maybe in a way no one ever thought
possible. I’m fully willing to go for it as is T’Pol.”
“Well I can remove you from command right now
Jon and prevent this from getting out so that doesn't
happen, but I’m not,” started Admiral Black, “but
don’t let your crew find out either and that goes for
your ship’s doctor too. Keep him out of it even
though he brought you two together, you and T’Pol
can continue your relationship, but if any of your
crew finds out, re-contact me immediately.”
“Yes sir,” replied Jon.
“And Jon, would your father approve of your
relationship with a Vulcan if he was alive?” asked
Black.
“I think he would,” answered Jon, “If he knew I
was in love and was happy.”
The Admiral nodded then said, “Well then Jon,
good luck to the two of you, Admiral Black out.” The
channel and Archer’s screen then went blank.
Jon sat back in his chair and expelled more air. At
the same time, a thought came across his mind from
T’Pol, “Don’t worry Aisha, all will be well.”

………

Two days later on the bridge as Archer was sitting

in his command chair, he could sense T’Pol hard at
work at her Science Station taking readings on the
nearby nebula. Sending a thought to her mind he
said “We can take a shuttlepod and get closer if you
wish.”
“Thank you,” thought T’Pol, “but I’m getting some
strange readings here. I don’t think it would be wise.”
“Could it be a ship?” thought Jonathan.
 “Possibly,” thought T’Pol, “but I’ve never seen
anything like this before.”
“Then we’re taking a closer look, but we’re taking
Enterprise in just to be safe,” thought Jonathan. Out
loud he said “Ensign Mayweather, set a course for
that nebula, but don’t take us in, keep us on its outer
rim.”
“Aye sir,” replied Ensign Mayweather all the while
wondering why they weren’t going into the nebula.
“Lieutenant Reed, once we’re at the nebula’s
outer rim, fire a Sensor Probe into it,” ordered
Archer.
“Aye sir,” replied Lieutenant Reed wondering why
they were heading for the nebula when T’Pol didn’t
even mention it except for hours earlier in the
Situation Room during that mornings daily briefing.
Even though he didn’t really understand his orders,
Reed readied the Sensor Probe for launch.
Ten minutes later the Enterprise was next to the
nebula and after the Sensor Probe was launched, all
hell broke lose within the nebula. First the hiding
Jem’Hadar warship that came through the wormhole
in 2376 with the massive combined fleet of the
Totality, the Sernaix, the Dominion, and the Furies
couldn’t be discovered so they destroyed the Sensor
Probe and came at Enterprise.
At tactical Reed said “Vessel approaching, I’m
detecting an energy build up, I think it’s a power up
sequence for their weapons. They might be getting
ready to fire, I’m not sure though.”
 “On screen,” ordered Archer as he leaned
forward in his command chair in the center of the
bridge as the Enterprise’s main viewer switched from
the starfield directly in front of her to that of the
approaching ship coming out of the nebula at high
impulse.
On the main viewer appeared a very strange
looking starship that all the bridge officers could tell
was a heavily armed battle cruiser. Jonathan looked
over at T’Pol to see if she recognized it or if her
people had ever come across anything like it.
“I’m sorry Captain,” said T’Pol, “there is no record
of a vessel like that in the Vulcan Database.”
“Polarize the hull plating,” ordered Archer
preparing for the worst.
All of a sudden Reed spoke up with the worst
possible news, “Their firing, both an energy beam
weapon and torpedoes.”
As the energy beam weapon and torpedoes hit
Enterprise, her hull plating failed. “Hull plating
down,” screamed Reed over the explosions. “If we’re
hit again, we’ll be destroyed for sure.”
“Send out a distress call,” ordered Archer before
he remembered that the Communications Station
hadn’t been manned since Hoshi’s untimely death,
so he had no choice but to go to the comm. and do it
himself because he didn’t want anyone else to be
taken away from their regular duties just to save his
ship.
 “This is the Federation starship Enterprise, we’re
under attack by an unknown alien vessel, and are
requesting emergency assistance. Repeat, we’re
under attack, requesting assistance.”
Seconds later Reed spoke again saying “Incoming
vessel on a course from this system’s sun. Their
targeting the vessel firing on us.”
T’Pol looked into her viewfinder and what she
saw shocked her. She enhanced the ships forward
section and magnified it then put her findings on the
main view screen saying the other vessel is called the
USS Enterprise NCC 1701 and she has a Federation
insignia on her secondary hull.”
The other Enterprise continued firing on the
Jem’Hadar vessel as the NX-01 pivoted around and
returned fire scoring a direct phase cannon blast on
the enemy vessels forward hull but because the NX-
01’s phase cannons had a minimal yield fire power it
had little effect on the Jem’Hadar’s shields as they
only rippled into view as the beams hit their mark. As
the two Federation starships continued their
barrage, it became apparently clear that the two
ships would have to combine their firing targets into
one target. On both ships, both Spock and Reed
came to the same conclusion, and they both told
their respective captains, “Captain, if we can get the
other Federation ship to target their weapons in the
same spot as us, then I believe we can destroy this
sonuvabitch of a ship.” Their respective captains
both replied “Let’s hope they’ll cooperate with us,
get to it.” Together with minimal fire power and
primitive weapons the two Enterprises managed to
pull off the joint maneuver without contacting the
other ship, destroying their first Jem’Hadar warship
of the war. With the Jem’Hadar destroyed; the USS
Enterprise NCC 1701 set a course and returned to
that system’s star and vanished using what would
eventually be called a Slingshot Maneuver returning
to 2253.

………

“Damage report,” ordered Archer.

“Minor damage to the saucer section,” said Reed,
“but the Engineering Section did sustain major
damage. We won’t be able to go to warp for a few
days, maybe even a week or more.”
Jonathan turned to T’Pol and said “Get down to
Engineering and assist Lieutenant Kelby in repairing
the engines, I have a feeling we should leave this
area fast, we don’t want to get caught by another
one of those vessels and I don’t think we’re going to
get any help this time if we do.”
“Aye Captain,” replied T’Pol, as she thought “I
hate engineering; my area is science not engines.”
“I know,” thought Jonathan back to her, “but
sometimes science comes in handy when involving
the matter antimatter reaction.”

………
 When T’Pol entered Engineering, Lieutenant
Kelby wasn’t happy to see her at all. He especially
hated it when the Captain sent her down to assist in
the repairs. This was because Kelby was the type of
engineer that liked to do the engine repairs on his
own or with the rest of his team, and on the top of
the list of people and beings he didn’t want to work
with was Vulcans. That was because he blamed them
for the problems humanity faced with the Warp Five
Program after First Contact almost one hundred
years earlier.

………

Commander T’Pol was standing next to the Warp

Seven Engine when Engineering was rocked by an
explosion, an explosion that turned the railing into
jagged shards, one of which flew at her and
penetrated one of her Vulcan hearts almost killing
her. Up on the bridge, Jonathan couldn’t hear T’Pol’s
thoughts anymore. Then Reed said, “Explosion in
Engineering, one major injury, the rest are just minor
cuts, scraps and burns.”
Jon didn’t want to hear the next words fearing
the worst but he asked anyways, “Who’s the major
injury?”
“Commander T’Pol,” answered Reed, “she’s been
taken to Sickbay along with the others.”
 “You have the bridge Mr. Reed,” said Archer, “I’ll
be in Sickbay.”

………

Sickbay
1300 Hours

When Jonathan walked into Sickbay, everyone

down there that was injured in Engineering was
surprised to see him, for none of them had ever seen
him come down to Sickbay before when
crewmembers were injured because it was a normal
part of Command for crewmen to get injured and
die. The only one not surprised to see Archer was
Doctor Phlox who walked up to him and said “She’s
alive, but the rod penetrated one of her hearts. I’ll
need your bond with her to help remove it.”
As Jonathan walked over to the curtained off Bio-
bed that the unconscious bearly alive T’Pol was on,
he felt relieved when he could hear her weakened
thoughts. Hearing these weakened thoughts gave
Jonathan hope because he knew T’Pol was going to
fight to survive. So to her mind he projected the
thought, “I’m here T’Pol, I’m going to help you, you’ll
be alright. Hang in there, for me, for us.”
Archer then turned to Phlox and said “I can hear
her thoughts Doctor, but their weak. Let’s get this
rod out of her.”
 “I’ll pull,” said Phlox, “you tell me what she’s
feeling.”
“Alright Doctor,” nodded Jonathan.
Phlox moved his hand towards the rod and bearly
touched when Jonathan gave a wince and yelled
“STOP!” apparently in lots of pain.
Phlox looked at him and asked “How bad was it?”
“Not that bad, it was just a sharp pain,” answered
Jon, “but it’s gone now, and the rod isn’t in her heart
from what I’m feeling, its just grazed the outer edge
of it.”
“Let’s try this again,” said Phlox as he attempted
to put his hands on the rod for a second time. This
time Jonathan winced again but didn’t show any
other signs of pain meaning T’Pol wasn’t in that
much pain this time. So this time, without any
problems Doctor Phlox was able to pull the rod out
of T’Pol without anymore problems.
Miraculously after the rod was removed from
T’Pol’s chest near her grazed heart, her second heart
took up the work of pumping blood and oxygen
throughout her body keeping her alive. Luckily within
minutes the part of her heart that did get punctured
stopped gushing green blood and the wound was
ready for Phlox’s Osmotic Ell to cartelize making
even her damaged heart would be as good as new,
as if she was just born.
With T’Pol semiconscious and still behind the
curtained off area, Jonathan leaned in towards her
face and kissed her on her lips, only after he finished
kissing her he realized that even with the curtain the
other injured crewmen in Sickbay could see what he
had just down. “Well,” he thought to himself, “I
don’t care if they saw, I’ll have to let Admiral Black
know but even I do get Court-Martialled, T’Pol and I
will leave Starfleet so we can stay together.” With
that on his mind, he leaned back towards T’Pol and
kissed her again and thought “I love you Aisha. Hang
in there, everything will be alright. I’ll be back later.”
He then left Sickbay heading to his Ready Room to
contact Admiral Black or the second time that day
since earlier he sent him his weekly report.
As Jon left Sickbay, T’Pol sent him a thought, “I
cherish thee, don’t keep what Admiral Black tells you
secret from me.” Hearing that in the back of his
mind, Jonathan felt happy, but at the same time, he
knew T’Pol was in no condition to deal with what
ever Black was to decide so he decided to conceal
that from his thoughts so she would never pick up on
it; he would just tell her when he felt she was well
enough to handle it.

………

When Jonathan arrived in his Ready Room he

quickly sat down at his desk and activated his
communications computer with a direct secured
channel to Admiral Black and got ready for the
worst. Once the Admiral’s face appeared on the view
screen Jon said, “I got some bad news Admiral.”
 “What?” asked Black.
“I just came from Sickbay,” said Archer.
“Don’t tell me, your Vulcan is pregnant?” asked
Black.
“No,” replied Jon, “there was an explosion in
Engineering, T’Pol was down there assisting with
some damage repairs from an attack that we were in
by an unknown vessel, and she was injured. I went to
Sickbay to see her, and while there and behind a
curtain, I kissed her twice even though I knew the
others that were injured could easily see through the
curtain.”
“So your crew knows about you two?” asked
Black.
“Yes,” replied Jon.
“You’re relieved of command, let Lieutenant Reed
know he’s in command, then go to your quarters,”
said Black, “and before you do that, order
Mayweather to set a course for Earth. I’ll have to
take this to the Command Council to see if you’re to
be brought up on charges. Admiral Black out.”
Once the Admiral gave his orders, Archer went to
the bridge and said, “Ensign Mayweather, turn us
around, set a course for Earth, maximum warp.”
Mayweather did as told and didn’t even get a
chance to ask why they were going back because the
Captain turned to Reed and said, “You are in
command Lieutenant, until we get to Earth, Admiral
Black will be contacting you soon, but right now your
to confine me to my quarters.”
 “Why do both of these things have to be done?”
asked Reed.
“To see if I’m drummed out of Starfleet or not,”
said ex-Captain Archer under his breath but low
enough that no one around him heard.
Reed hearing his Captain’s orders contacted a
Security Detail who escorted Archer to his quarters
but first they let him take a quick trip to Sickbay first.
There he asked Phlox if T’Pol could be brought to his
quarters on a stretcher because since he was going
to be spending a lot of time there, he could look
after her allowing the Bio-bed to be freed up. Phlox
agreed and said “She’ll be readied and brought up in
two hours Captain.
With that decision made, Jon went over to T’Pol
and said, “When I kissed you earlier, the other
injured crewmen saw me, I contacted Admiral Black,
we’re on course for Earth, I’ve been confined to
quarters, I’ve asked Phlox to send you there, I’ll be
taking care of you.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been trouble,” said T’Pol, “if I
didn’t get injured, this wouldn’t be happening, it’s
my fault.”
“Don’t blame yourself T’Pol,” said Jonathan, “it’s
my fault, I’m the one who kissed you when others
could see.”
“Well ok,” said T’Pol, “but can I have a data pad?”
“Yes, dear,” said Jonathan, he then got her one
from Phlox’s office and handed it to her wondering
what she could want it for but decided not to ask
thinking it was just for research. “I’ll see you later
when you’re brought to my quarters.” He then
turned and was escorted out of Sickbay to his
quarters by the Security Detail.

*****

T’Pol’s Plan
Sickbay

Once Jonathan left her side and was confined to

his quarters, T’Pol wasn’t about to let him lose his
command without a fight. She knew there had to be
someone she could contact to help her out. She
knew many ambassadors of many different species
owned a lot to Jonathan and she was going to get
them to help her somehow, someway. Of all the
people she knew owed Jonathan a favor was Shran,
but he had been retired from the Andorian Imperial
Guard for sometime, but she knew she could contact
him, along with the Tellarite Ambassador to Earth,
but would they help her?
It was easy to contact Shran for even though the
Andorians weren’t found of the Vulcans, they were
both members of the Federation and anyways of all
the Vulcans he had met, Shran didn’t mind T’Pol,
maybe that was because she didn’t share the same
views as her people and she served with Pink Skins
instead of with her own people. Shran talking to
T’Pol through the pad Jonathan gave her said, “I’ll
help you, but I hope you know this means Archer
owes me now, we’re not even anymore.”
“Thanks Shran,” said T’Pol, “see you at Earth.
T’Pol out.”
Next T’Pol knew she needed to contact the
Tellarite Ambassador but there was going to be a
problem with that, for the Tellarites only responded
to violence and aggression. How could she as a
Vulcan do that? Then she remembered what Archer
told he Ambassador when Enterprise was taking the
Tellarite Delegation to Babel for the Andorian-
Tellarite Peace Talks, talks that were interrupted by
the Romulans and their drone ships attacking vessels
through camouflage making it look like someone else
was responsible for the attacks and led to the
beginnings of the Coalition of Planets when the
alliance was formed between humans, Vulcans,
Andorians and the Tellarites. That sentence she
remembered Archer saying to that Ambassador was,
“You’re even uglier than I remember, welcome
aboard the Enterprise.” Knowing that because of her
weakened state, T’Pol knew that Jonathan couldn’t
hear her what was going through her head for all her
thoughts had turned fussy to him since her injury
and as a result had become harder to read at to far
of a distance, so she thought to herself “I could use
the same sentence Jon used to the Ambassador, but I
can change it enough to fit my situation. It could
work.”
 So using the data pad in her hand, T’Pol opened a
channel to the Tellarite homeworld directly to the
Ambassador Gral and said “Aga-klo-nash.”
Gral just smiled at the insult knowing Vulcan then
he said “What do you want Vulcan?”
“Your help,” answered T’Pol, “it’s a matter of
importance for the Federation not to mention
maybe its very survival.”
“How?” asked Gral.
“Captain Archer is about to be Court-Martialled,”
answered T’Pol, “he’s the one that said to you years
ago “You’re even uglier than I remember, welcome
aboard the Enterprise” when we brought you to
Babel and the whole incident with the marauder
ship.”
“Oh him,” replied Gral, “our people owe him for
how he stopped the bickering between the
Andorians and us.”
“Then help him please,” said T’Pol.
“Why does he need help?” asked Gral.
“He was fraternizing with a fellow crewmember,
an officer on this ship,” answered T’Pol, “I was that
officer, and when I got injured, he kissed me in
Sickbay well others could see. He had to tell the
Admiral and now he’s about to be Court-Martialled
and lose his command because of it. Please help us.”
“I’ll help,” replied Gral, “I'll threaten your
Starfleet Command by saying that if Captain Archer
doesn’t remain in Starfleet and in command of the
Enterprise; the Tellarite race will drop out of their
precious Federation.”
“That will be great,” said T’Pol, “and that should
work. Thank You Ambassador, see you at Earth then
in about three days. Commander T’Pol out.”
“Well,” thought T’Pol to herself, “Jonathan should
still be in command with what I just done. I should be
proud of myself; I can be a sneaky Vulcan when I
want to be.”

*****

Inside his quarters, Jonathan Archer stood looking

out his window watching the stars go by at warp. He
knew that this might very well be the last time he
ever even saw the stars like this, but he didn’t regret
falling in love with T’Pol, nor did he regret mating
with her to save her life, his only regret was that she
and him wouldn’t be able to serve in Starfleet
anymore aboard any starship unless they built their
own and got their own crew. The one thing that was
for sure was the fact that he would soon be Court-
Martialled, The Command Council might find him
guilty of fraternization or he could easily be found
innocent and allowed to stay in command of
Enterprise. He knew no matter what the outcome
was going to be, the stars would always be calling
out to him; calling him home into space and to boldly
go where no human had gone before.
 Hours past like days before Jonathan heard his
door chime and Doctor Phlox say into the door-
comm “Captain, T’Pol is ready to be brought in,
we’re at the door.”
Jonathan ran to the door and quickly pushed the
unlocking button allowing the door to open to reveal
Phlox and two nurses holding an anti-grav stretcher
with T’Pol laying on it, he stepped aside and allowed
them to enter. T’Pol was transferred to the bed in
Archer’s quarters by the two nurses then they left,
but Phlox stayed a while saying, “Captain, and I still
mean Captain; no matter what they decide, you did
the right thing, you saved her life, twice, and T’Pol’s
grateful for that. I’m going to testify to that at your
Court-Martial Captain, with any hope you’ll be back
on the bridge of the Enterprise before too long.”
“Thanks Doctor,” said Archer, “I hope you’re right,
but I should just face it, I broke regulations when I
started fraternizing with T’Pol, it doesn’t matter that
I saved her life, Command is just going to look at it as
still fraternizing with another officer, they don’t care
about the facts even if it involves the differences
between our two species.”
From the bedroom T’Pol yelled “I can hear you
two, or at least one side of your conversation, I’m
trying to get some sleep here.”
“Sorry Aisha,” thought Jonathan, “I didn’t want to
disturb you.”
“It’s my fault Captain,” said Phlox, “I’ll leave.” He
then handed Jon a hypospray and said “give this to
her every three hours, its medicine to help her heal
and this one’s her Nasal Agent.” He then handed Jon
a different colored hypospray and left.
Once Phlox left, Jonathan went to T’Pol’s side and
kissed her lips and asked “How do you feel?”
She replied “You tell me, you can hear my
thoughts Aisha.”
“While you’re still in pain, tired and you want me
to hold you while you sleep in my arms,” thought
Jonathan back to her reading her thoughts.
T’Pol smiled at him and thought “You know me
well, no wonder I’m still an emotional Vulcan.”
“Sure it’s not your exposure to Trellium-D?”
thought Jon.
“No,” thought T’Pol back, “Now hold me and let
me fall asleep Aisha.”

………

Sol System En Route to Earth

Three Days Later

On the bridge of the starship Enterprise

Lieutenant Malcolm Reed didn’t like sitting in the
Captain’s chair one bit. It wasn’t his place, no matter
what it would always be Captain Archer’s place and
he hoped that what ever it was that had gotten the
Captain confined to quarters and put him in
temporary command would hopefully truly be
temporary. Then from his old station an alarm went
off, the officer now manning the station said,
“Vessels approaching, Tellarite and also an Andorian
warship, we’re being hailed by both.”
“Wonder what they want?” thought Reed as he
said to the crewmen now manning the
Communications’ Station, “Open to channel, put it
on screen.”
“Where’s Captain Archer,” demanded to know
both the Tellarite and the Andorian Captain.
“He’s indisposed at the moment,” answered
Reed, “can I take a message?”
“Just put us through to him now,” demanded
both Captains.
“Alright,” said Reed, he turned to the new
Communications Officer and said, “reroute he
transmission to Archer’s quarters, but monitor it.”
Once the Tellarite and Andorian noticed Archer’s
face on their respective view screens, the Andorian
stepped aside and another Andorian took center
stage, that Andorian was Shran. He said “What kind
of trouble have you gotten yourself into now
Pinkskin? I hear you’ve got a lover, a Vulcan, I may
not fully like the species, but the little bird that told
me this I can tolerate, and now because of it you
could lose command, I want to see that not happen,
so I’ve come to help.”
Jonathan looked at T’Pol who was sitting next to
him and asked “What have you done?”
“I knew you could use a little help Jon,” started
T’Pol, “so I got you some.”
 “You sneaky Vulcan,” replied Jon, he then turned
back to the view screen on his desk’s computer and
asked “How can you help Shran?”
“You’ll see Pinkskin,” replied Shran, “we’ll escort
Enterprise to Earth. See you there Captain.”
Once Shran’s face vanished, the face of Tellarite
Ambassador Gral appeared on the screen. He looked
at Archer and said, “Captain Archer, a little Vulcan
told me that you are about to lose command of your
fine little Enterprise because you saved her life and
are her lover. This cannot be aloud to happen,
you’ve done so much for this Federation, your
Starfleet and for many species throughout the
sector, and I’m going to launch a protest to your
government and Starfleet. See you at Earth; my ship
will also escort Enterprise to Earth.”
“Thanks Gral,” said Archer. He then looked to
T’Pol and said “You’re a very sneaky Vulcan, there’s
more to you than I know, you’ve must of did this
while you were in Sickbay when your thoughts were
cloudy and murky, making them too hard for me to
read.”
“Exactly,” said T’Pol, “it’s why I wanted the data
pad.”
“Well thank you T’Pol,” said Jon, “I appreciate it; I
hope all your hard work gets rewarded.”
Back on the bridge the officer manning Tactical
for Reed said “The Andorian and Tellarite vessels
have taken up flanking positions beside us.”
“Now why would they do that?” asked Reed.
 “Don’t know,” said the new Communications
Officer, “but I do have something from those
communications you asked me to monitor, you
aught to hear these sir.”
“Transfer them to a data pad then bring them to
the Ready Room, Commander,” ordered Reed. He
then left the bridge and headed to Archer’s old
Ready Room leaving Mayweather in command on
the bridge for his first time and hopefully the last for
the young helmsman’s place at the helm and not in
the center chair, at least for now.
“The Captain is involved with T’Pol!” said the
acting Communications Officer once they were in the
Ready Room and the doors were closed behind
them.
“Impossible,” said Reed, “Captain Archer would
never do that, I don’t even think he’ll ever start
another relationship after losing Hoshi so drastically
like that by watching her shuttlepod explode like
that and being unable to do anything about it. He’ll
never marry again or get into another relationship.”
“He would when it would save her life,” said the
acting Communications Officer, “whatever that
means.”
“Well he has been looking at her bum a lot,” said
Reed, “and he also knew about something being in
that nebula three days ago before any of us did, nor
did he and T’Pol look surprised when that alien
vessel attacked us that same day.”
 “That is the same day she got injured,” replied the
acting Communications Officer, “and I think the
relationship was kept secret except Admiral Black
must have known and didn’t want it discovered and
somehow someone on this ship found out so
Jonathan is about to be Court-Martialled and that’s
why we’re heading to Earth, so he can be handed
over to Starfleet Command’s Authorities.”
“Maybe,” replied Reed, “while we’ll find out soon,
we’re almost home.”
The two of them then turned and headed
towards the door returning to the bridge not giving
their discussion another thought for they didn’t
really think it was true. For Reed or the acting
Communications Officer didn’t know that at that
very moment T’Pol was with Jonathan in his quarters
recovering, nor did they know that T’Pol was about
to have some of her stuff moved to her lover’s
quarters. Stuff that she considered private and
personal like her IDIC that her mother gave her when
she and Jonathan went into the Forge to find the
Syrrannites because the Vulcan leader said they
were responsible for the bombing of the Vulcan
Earth Embassy in 2155, that attack killed Admiral
Maxwell Forrest while he managed to save Vulcan
Ambassador Soval’s life. T’Pol also wanted her robe
and meditation candle so she could be more
comfortable and also calm her mind of all the
thoughts and emotions that were building up.
Thoughts that she knew weren’t just her own but
Jonathan’s too, knowing that made her realize that
she also teach Jonathan how to meditate and clear
his mind sometimes, so together for their sake, their
relationship would workout.
Somehow knowing what his Bondmate was
thinking without even listening to her thoughts,
Jonathan looked at her and thought “I’ll learn to
meditate if it’ll make you feel better, but it is harder
for humans to suppress their thoughts and their
emotions, which you know they are usually closer to
the surface.”
“I know,” thought T’Pol back to Jonathan,
“anyways, I don’t want to change you, I love you just
the way you are.”

………

Earth Orbit
Hours Later

When the Enterprise reached Earth, Reed had no

choice his next orders were to have both Jonathan
and T’Pol brought down to Starfleet Command
Headquarters in a shuttlepod escorted by two armed
Security Officers. Well Reed was escorting Jonathan
and T’Pol to the launch bay, Archer asked, “Are the
phase pistols really necessary?”
“Orders,” replied Reed.
 “Well whoever gave those orders should know
that T’Pol and I aren’t going to resist,” replied
Archer.
“Well just enter the shuttlepod captain,” said
Reed, “I don’t like this anymore than you do.”

………

When the shuttlepod landed at the landing pads

behind Starfleet Command, two armed Security
Officers were there waiting for them. They took
Archer and T’Pol to another shuttlepod and said,
“We’re taking you to your apartment sir, Admiral
Black wants to see you tomorrow around 1000
hours. We’ll be here to get you and only you fifteen
minutes before then.”
“Understood,” said Archer. Then he thought “I
wonder why Admiral Black wants to see me before
I’m Court-Martialled?”
“I don’t know,” thought T’Pol back.
As Jon and T’Pol continued their thought
conversation, the shuttlepod lifted off and flew
through lots of civilian traffic on its way to the
residential buildings and the high-rise with Archer’s
apartment. It took over thirty minutes to get there
weaving around civilian vessels, visitor ships, and all
the tall buildings. Then out of no where appeared a
Klingon battle cruiser as if it materialized from thin
air, only it dropped its Sernaix cloak and opened fire
on the nearest vessel, a civilian craft. Archer and
T’Pol were the only ones with experience in the
shuttle with combat experience, so knowing it was
against their orders the Security Officers released
the two fraternizing officers and gave them full
command of the shuttle.
Jonathan looked over to T’Pol and said “Bring the
plasma cannons online, polarize the hull plating, I’m
taking evasive maneuvers.”
Aboard the Klingon/Sernaix cruiser May’anA the
Klingon warriors figured they were just about to
destroy a few civilian crafts but then a Federation
shuttlepod appeared; their residual scans showed
that it wasn’t that well armored or armed, easy
pickings for this ships test flight they thought. They
had no idea that their major adversaries were
aboard her and now about to send the May’anA
through a set of tumbling, twisting a spinning
maneuvers through the San Francisco skyline.
Archer quickly brought the shuttlepod up into a
sharp maneuver that almost knocked the Security
Officers out of their seats. As the shuttle climbed
T’Pol tried her best to power up the weapons consol
but her injuries were still getting the best of her,
with the help of Jonathan’s calm thinking she calmed
her thoughts and got the weapons fully armed and
ready with a target locked onto the Klingon cruiser
and ready to fire. Still Jonathan brought the ship
higher into the atmosphere trying to get the Klingons
away from all the buildings and civilian ships so there
wouldn’t be any unwanted casualties but also so the
Enterprise’s sensors could detect the fire fight and
come down into the atmosphere to assist the shuttle
in a fight that it would surely lose against a heavily
armed Klingon battle cruiser for since the Klingons
loved when the fight involved close combat so they
were going to come within a meter of the shuttlepod
before they began their attack.
High above Earth over the North American
Continent the Enterprise NX-01 picked up a peculiar
signal coming from the atmosphere, a signal that
was only put out by Klingon warships, but Reed knew
that was impossible, no Klingon warship would have
made it to Earth without being detected. “Scan the
planet, look for any Klingon signature, warship, life
signs, anything. Mayweather, bring us into the
atmosphere over San Francisco where that signal
originated, tactical, polarize the hull plating, deploy
phase cannons and arm torpedo tubes one through
three.”
“Got something,” shouted Mayweather, “bearing
three one mark three seven five. We’re in visual
range.”
“On screen,” ordered Reed.
As soon as he gave the order a Klingon battle
cruiser chasing a Starfleet shuttlepod appeared on
the screen. From the Science Station the crewman
there said, “Four people aboard the pod, three
humans and one Vulcan, the bio signatures for one
of the humans reads that its Captain Archer and the
Vulcan bio-sign is that of Commander T’Pol, for some
reason they’re the ones who are piloting the
shuttlepod.”
“While they must have been released from their
bonds by the Security Officers,” said Reed, “I bet
they’ll be Court-Martialled too just for disobeying a
direct order and releasing their prisoners unless
Archer and T’Pol freed themselves and
commandeered the pod.”
“Well Captain Archer and T’Pol are about to be
killed if we don’t intervene,” said the officer at
manning the Tactical Station for Reed while he sat in
the center chair.
“Bring us in closer Mayweather,” ordered Reed,
“get the shuttlepod underneath us and bring us
about.”
Inside the shuttlepod T’Pol looked at Jonathan
and said “There’s a starship coming down into the
atmosphere, it’s the Enterprise, and they have their
weapons looked on the Klingons.”
“Target the Klingon cruiser and fire our plasma
cannons,” ordered Jonathan, “we don’t want them
to notice Enterprise until she’s right above them.”
“Impossible Jon,” said T’Pol, “Enterprise’s course
will put her above us, not the Klingons.”
“Just fire the plasma cannons,” replied Jon, “I’ll
worry about the flying.”
From the forward section of the shuttle flew the
plasma beams, both of the beams hitting their mark
and leaving a dent in the Klingon ship’s armor. When
he saw the beams hit their mark scorching the
Klingon’s hull, Jonathan said to T’Pol “Did you see
that, no shields, just polarized armor, arm our spatial
torpedoes and fire.”
As the spatial torpedoes flew from their
launchers, the Enterprise veered into the fight and
launched two photonic torpedoes at the Klingon ship
too. The four torpedoes hit the Klingon cruiser in
four separate places but all their explosions did was
dent the armor some more. “Contact Archer aboard
the shuttle pod,” ordered Reed.
“Enterprise is hailing us,” said T’Pol, “should I
reply”
“Reply, but put them on audio only,” answered
Jonathan.
“Go ahead Enterprise,” said T’Pol.
“First Captain, we know about you and T’Pol, and
no matter what happens, we support you both,” said
Reed, “now I believe we should target the same area
of the Klingon cruiser and fire together.”
“Maybe you’re right,” replied Jonathan, and with
the channel open he turned to T’Pol and said “tap
into Enterprise’s targeting scanners and fire both
spatial torpedoes and the plasma cannons again, this
time at full yield.”
Reed looked shocked, “How can they tap into
Enterprise’s targeting scanners? That’s just
impossible unless the newer Starfleet shuttle pods
are designed with some sort of new technology I
know nothing about.”
 Sure enough though, the shuttlepod tapped into
Enterprise’s targeting scanners, but the ship’s
sensors managed to note the intrusion just as the
shuttlepod launched their weapons firing at the
same target the acting Tactical Officer aboard the
Enterprise was targeting and firing at that very
moment. Yet again though, the result was the same,
another dent in the Klingon cruiser’s armor; only this
dent seemed to have a few cracks and was deeper
into the hull. Reed couldn’t tell for sure but he was
positive that the Klingon ship was losing atmosphere
at some very slow rate that its crew would barley
notice for awhile until they returned to space or
were destroyed.
From the shuttlepod T’Pol knew what kinds of
scans to run to asses the damage they had inflicted
on the cruiser. Having the sensors take readings
from the crater in the armor that was just formed,
T’Pol found micro fractures mostly in and around the
crater. From those fractures was escaping
atmosphere at point three microns per second. “At
the rate their losing atmosphere Jon, the Klingons
will be dead within the hour, my suggestion is we
keep targeting the crater we’ve formed and use that
as the area to destroy them.”
On the Enterprise Reed heard what T’Pol said
since the communications channel was still open, so
he replied, “ready when you are Captain, we’ll fire
on your command.”
 “Fire,” ordered Archer and both the Enterprise
and the shuttlepod let lose a volley that lit up the
San Francisco skyline as if it were the Forth of July or
a major thunder storm. Down below on the ground
and in the air, everyone in San Francisco and the
southern half of California saw the show as the
Klingon battle cruiser May’anA exploded.
With the Klingons gone, Enterprise continued
through the atmosphere, did a flyby around the
tallest Earth building in San Francisco and returned
to her original position high above Earth. At the
same time, the two Security Officers re-put the
bounds on Jonathan and T’Pol and reset a course for
Archer’s apartment were they would lock them in his
home and stand guard outside so they wouldn’t be
able to escape even if they tried until Admiral Black
called for them.
When the shuttlepod arrived at the apartment
complex, they landed on its roof and with a Security
Officer in front of and behind Jonathan and T’Pol;
they made their way down to the seventh floor and
to Archer’s apartment. Once the two fraternizers
were in the apartment one of the Security Officers
looked at Jonathan and said “We’ll be right outside
the door if you two need anything.”
“Alright,” replied Archer.
Before the officers left, the other one looked at
Jonathan and asked “One question sir, WHY THE
VULCAN?”
 “Because I love her,” answered Archer, “because I
love her.”
The two officers looked at each other, laughed
then said in a whisper as they left, “he deserves to
lose his command and everything else he gets.”
“Archer deserves to stay in command of
Enterprise, all he did wrong was starting a physical
relationship with the Vulcan, one that she’s all for it
seems,” said the other officer, “and anyways, the
Captain’s a hero, he saved Earth from the Xindi, he
instrumentally helped form the Federation and he
was a strategic reason why we won the Romulan-
Earth War. You want to disgrace a great man like
that?”
“Well no,” replied the other officer, “but he broke
regulations and he should be punished for it. If he
isn’t, others might think they can get away with
doing the same thing, this Federation will not survive
if that happens.”
“I don’t think that will happen,” said the other
Officer, “anyways if this turns out way I think it will,
Captain Archer will be back on the bridge of the
Enterprise in no time and Starfleet will be rewriting
the regulations book to allow interspecies
relationships and for crewmen to date one another.”
“I hate to see that day,” said the other Security
Officer.

………
1000 Hours, the Next Day
Two Hours before Captain Archer’s Court-Martial

When T’Pol woke him up earlier that morning at

0700 hours, Jonathan was just wishing that the
decision about what would happen would be made
without a Court-Martial after all he knew he served
Starfleet with his upmost pride, pride that he would
now have to see go in shame if he wasn’t still in
command of Enterprise. As Jonathan went about
getting ready, T’Pol went rummaging through the
kitchen cabinets trying to scavenge up something to
cook for their breakfast, but all she found was a bag
of coffee, bread and using the protein resequencer
she made some orange juice and milk, all for his
breakfast, of which she decided she would only eat
some of the toast because she would only eat grains
but she also decided to try the orange juice. By 0845
hours, T’Pol had almost had breakfast all made, all
she had to do was wait for Jonathan to come to the
table.
When Jonathan was fully dressed in his Starfleet
uniform, a uniform that he might never wear again,
he went into the kitchen and right away smelt the
coffee. He looked at T’Pol and said “I didn’t know
you knew how to make coffee.”
“Well I knew you like it with your breakfast and I
found the ground up beans and I followed the
instructions on how to prepare it,” said T’Pol, “I was
right, you did want some?”
 “Yes,” replied Jon, “I was thinking about it.”
“I know you can’t hide your thoughts from me,”
replied T’Pol.
Forty-five minutes later, the two of them were
finished with their breakfast when the Security
Officers came in to escort Archer to Admiral Black’s
office, but first they had to return to the shuttlepod
on the roof. As Archer walked out of his apartment;
he was surprised that the Security Officers didn’t
bind him up and that they let him lead the way to
the roof top towards the waiting shuttle pod. He was
even more shocked when they sat in the two co-pilot
chairs and said, “Captain, take the helm, you know
the destination.”
“What?” asked Archer shocked.
“Set a course for Starfleet Command
Headquarters,” replied one of the Security Officers.
Archer decided to do as he was told so he got into
the pilot’s seat and powered up the shuttlepod
through its pre-ignition sequence. Once the
shuttlepod was ready to take off, Archer slowly fired
the maneuvering thrusters allowing the shuttle to lift
off and move towards the other traffic for a journey
to headquarters that would take less than twenty
minutes.
Outside of Starfleet Command a mob of aliens
was forming, they all had heard about the Court-
Martial of Starfleet’s greatest hero to date. Some
were there to support him others were there to
testify against him well others were there just to see
what would happen. Even other Starfleet Officers
were there, only they supported Jonathan and T’Pol,
for in the field, they could tell that something had be
going on between them even well Commander
Charles “Trip” Tucker III was still alive, for T’Pol
brought that relationship to a halt after Terra Prime
did what they did, then she felt it good that he died
just before the Enterprise returned to Earth for the
signing of the charter that started the United
Federation of Planets. Even during the Romulan-
Earth War crews from other ships noticed something
going on between Jonathan and T’Pol while they
were fighting in the field or on the surface of a
planet, that usually was when he was fighting next to
her or had a keen eye on her never losing site of her,
not even for a second for he was ready to give his life
to protect hers if he had to.

………

Inside his office, Admiral Carson Black was pacing

back and forth wearing his carpet down even
further, looking out his window he could see the
crowds massing down below, he also knew that they
were all there for one thing, the Court-Martial of
Captain Jonathan Archer that he would be presiding
over in the next two hours along with the
Federation’s Command Council.
Admiral Black’s pacing was interrupted by a knock
at his office’s door. When he went to open it, he
found waiting for him Captain Jonathan Archer
escorted by two Security Officers. Black ushered
Archer into his office then told the Security Officers
“You’re dismissed.”
Returning to his desk, Black pointed to the chair
in front of it and said, “Take a seat Jon.”
Jon did as he was told and sat down then got
ready to listen to what the Admiral had to say
knowing that it would either give a small clue to if
he’d remain in command or if his Starfleet Career
was over. Instead Black said “Well Forrest was
admiral, I sometimes strongly opposed his decision
to put you in command of Enterprise, but now I see
from all the good you’ve down out there that he
made the right choice. So when it comes to this trial,
I’m going to listen to everything everyone has to say,
but right now I strongly feel that you should remain
in command of Enterprise. That’s because space is
big, and having to swear to remaining to celibacy is a
hard thing to do. After all, we’re only human and we
just can’t go with out the comfort of company ship
that a woman can offer, even if that woman is a
member of a different species. So I understand how
you felt and what may have been going through your
head at the time, which I don’t know what that could
have been because I don’t know much about Vulcan
physiology.”
“Thank you sir,” replied Jonathan. He then asked,
“can I take the stand in my own defense at the
trail?”
 “I’m planning on calling on you,” answered Black,
“and I’m going to ask you the same questions that I
asked you earlier when you first told me about this
relationship, and I’m also going to show the
recorded conversation as evidence, I’m obligated to
do so.”
“Understood sir,” replied Jonathan.
“You’re dismissed Jon,” said Black, “I’ll let you
leave unescorted, go and wait in the briefing room;
I’ll send Lieutenant Reed to escort you into the
courtroom.”
“Thanks sir,” said Jonathan, he then turned and
left.

………

The Court-Martial

To Jonathan, the hour he was inside the briefing

room seemed to pass like days. To him, he thought
he was going to be dying of old age before anyone
even remembered he was in there, then the door
opened and Reed was standing in the entrance way.
He interrupted Archer’s train of thought while he
was looking out the window by saying, “Captain, its
time to go.”
Coming out of his trance like state, Jonathan
turned to Reed and said “I know Malcolm.”
“I’m sorry this is happening to you sir,” replied
Reed, “the crew is behind you. Right now Enterprise
is being manned by a skeleton crew since most of
the crew is here to support you and T’Pol. Good luck
to you both.”
“Thanks Malcolm,” replied Archer, “now lets get
this over with, I’m either returning to Enterprise or
to my apartment.”
With that, Reed walked out of the briefing room
with Archer right behind him, they turned towards
their left and headed down the corridor towards the
last room, Starfleet’s only courtroom. As they got
closer to the room, Jonathan could hear people’s
voices, some he could recognize others he couldn’t,
but from the sound of it, he knew the courtroom was
packed. All the noise made him think, “Am I that
popular?”
“Yes I think you are,” thought T’Pol picking up
what Jonathan was thinking. “And I’m in the
courtroom too Jon, Soval came and got me.”
“Oh great, Soval,” thought Jonathan, “what does
he want to do, throw me on my ass?”
“Actually no, he’s a member of my extended
family and he’s here to support you and me,”
thought T’Pol back, “he thinks we should proceed
with our bond and go through the Kal’i’farr
Ceremony.”
“What?” thought Jonathan as he went to where
he was supposed to stand, and surprisingly he had
council given to him from Starfleet Security.
“Well Jonathan, Kal'i'farr in your language means
marriage,” T’Pol thought back.
 “He thinks we should get married!” thought
Jonathan, “When?”
“In the next few days Jon,” T’Pol thought back,
“but after your trial of course.”
Jonathan and T’Pol couldn’t continue their
thought conversation no more because Admiral
Black spoke up. “This Court-Martial is now in session,
Captain Jonathan Archer of the United Earth and
United Federation of Planets’ starship Enterprise;
you are hereby charged with the fraternization of
another officer under your command, your Vulcan
First Officer/Science Officer Commander T’Pol. This
trial will determine if you’re to remain in command
of Enterprise or if you’re to be removed from
Starfleet. Do you understand the charges?”
“I understand sir,” replied Captain Archer.
“To understand what brought about this, I like to
call Doctor Phlox of the Enterprise NX-01 to the
stand,” said Admiral Black.
Phlox walked up and was ordered to tell the truth
or he would be terminated from his medical services
in both Starfleet and the Interspecies Medical
Exchange. He then began his statement:
“Commander T’Pol is as we all know a Vulcan, and
her biology is way different than that of a human,
with that in mind, they get things that humans never
get. The one that started all this was called the Pon’
Farr, in Vulcan, that means the time of mating, and
when hers started a few weeks ago and because of
the nature of how the Pon’ Farr works, if she didn’t
mate within a week, she would die. She choose
Captain Archer as her mate and he willingly accepted
knowing it would save her life and also because he
has had feelings for her for sometime but because of
regulations, he didn’t act on them.”
“Is that all doctor?” asked Admiral Black.
“Yes admiral,” replied Phlox.
“You may step down from the stand then,” said
Black, he then said “Commander T’Pol, I like you to
testify right now, tell the court more about this Pon’
Farr.”
T’Pol went to the stand and said “Sir, Vulcans
don’t like discussing this with outsiders, it is a private
matter, and I would rather not have to say
anything.”
Black gave it a little thought before he made his
decision for what T’Pol just said didn’t just affect her
views; it was the views of the Vulcan people, and
those views he had to respect no matter what. “Ok
then Commander T’Pol, you don’t have to testify
about the Pon’ Farr,” he said, “but just answer this,
do you love Captain Jonathan Archer?”
“Love is an emotion,” replied T’Pol, “but when it
comes to Jonathan, I do cherish thee.”
“What did she say,” asked Black, because the
Universal Translator translated it exactly as she said
it.
Jonathan then said “Can I speak? I know what she
said means.”
“Speak,” ordered Black.
 “I cherish thee is Vulcan for I love you,” said
Jonathan, “and since she said my name before that
whole sentence, she said she loves me.”
“Ok,” said Black, “next person I like to call to the
stand is Captain Jonathan Archer himself, but first I
like to play back a recorded conversation the Captain
and I had on this matter a few days ago when he
decided to tell me that he and T’Pol had started a
relationship, in it I told him not to let any member of
his crew find out. That has happened or this Court-
Martial wouldn’t be happening right now.”
The room’s lights then went out and the big view
screen activated then the video stated playing, the
first thing to appear on the big view screen was the
face of Admiral Black, he then said before he let the
tap play, “I always record all conversations that I get
in my office, so they can be viewed later or set aside
as records for the future, as you watch the tape, you
can see who is saying what.”

………

All eyes in the courtroom turned to the

viewscreen as everyone started to watch the tape.
All knew that this was going to tell them everything
they could possibly want to know about that got the
Captain into the predicament he was now in.
“Admiral.”
“Your report isn’t due for the next four days; this
must be a social call.”
 “I’m romantically involved with a member of my
crew.”
“Who is it Jon?”
“I’d like this to remain confidential.”
“I can’t honor that request.”
“It’s important that you do.”
“You’ll have to tell me first, then we’ll see.”
“Commander T’Pol.”
“What did you say?”
“Commander T’Pol.”
“Your Vulcan First Officer?”
“Yes sir.”
“Was she willing?”
“Yes sir.”
“You know both the Vulcans and the Humans are
prejudice and that will interfere with your
relationship.”
“T’Pol isn’t going to tell the Vulcans, anyways,
they don’t have the same rules regarding
fraternization.”
“It could raise diplomatic issues Captain.”
“Maybe, maybe not, T’Pol and I are prepared for
that, if that happens, we’ll leave Starfleet.”
“How did this happen?”
“Well I’ve always have been attracted to T’Pol
since the Vulcans assigned her to Enterprise, an
opportunity presented itself to me through her
mating cycle, she chose me and I accepted.”
“Is this mating cycle over?”
“Yes Admiral.”
 “But you want to continue the relationship?”
“Yes sir, both of us do.”
“Does your crew know about you two or did it
happen discreetly?”
“Only the Doctor knows; he’s the one who help
set us together.”
“I haven’t decided what to do yet Jon. That’s
because I got a few questions that could most likely
effect my decision depending on your answers.”
“Understood, just ask them, and I’ll try to answer
them as best as possible.”
“First, what if a dangerous situation arises?
Would you be able to send her into the fray?”
“I’ve thought about that, I would, but it wouldn’t
be easy.”
“Would you sacrifice her life to save the crew?”
“I don’t know if I could make that decision. But I
know her well enough to understand she would do it
of her own volition.”
“Would you ask another crewman to sacrifice
themselves for her?”
“It depends on the situation. If I thought it was in
the best for the ship and the crew, then yes. I
certainly would give my life for hers.”
“Would she have more of a sway on your
judgment, Jon?”
“Probably.”
“Would she affect your job performance?”
“No, neither she nor I will let that happen.”
 “How would your crew take the news about you
and her being in a relationship?”
“Some might be happy for us like my bridge
officers, well others because of their prejudice
towards Vulcans will not be.”
“What if I asked you to stop seeing her?”
“Is that your decision?”
“Not yet.”
“I’d probably leave Starfleet, because I love her
and I would want to be with her.”
“Do you think the Commander and you will have
children?”
“I don’t even know if that’s possible.”
“If I let you continue your relationship, it could
get into the media, the Vulcans will find out and
most likely want you removed, her removed or both.
That could mean that you and T’Pol would have no
planet to call home, I hope that doesn’t happen
because it could also lead to the scrapping of the NX
Program, something we both don’t want to see
happening because we now actually got a fleet
forming out there, Starfleet isn’t just a name
anymore, it’s a reality and we’re even almost ready
to launch a few Daedalus-class ships soon.”
“I don’t want to see that happen Admiral, but
T’Pol’s government might not even want that.”
“Well I can remove you from command right now
Jon and prevent this from getting out so that doesn't
happen, but I’m not, but don’t let your crew find out
either and that goes for your ship’s doctor too. Keep
him out of it even though he brought you two
together, you and T’Pol can continue your
relationship, but if any of your crew finds out, re-
contact me immediately.”
“Yes sir.”
“And Jon, would your father approve of your
relationship with a Vulcan if he was alive?”
“I think he would, if he knew I was in love and was
happy.”
“Well then Jon, good luck to the two of you,
Admiral Black out.”

………

Once the screen went black, Admiral Black

stopped the tape, he looked at Jonathan and said
“Instead of asking you those questions again today, I
want to know, would all your answers be the same?”
“Yes,” replied Archer.
“Then there is one more tape I want you all to
view,” said Admiral Black. This one was recorded
about four days ago when I learned from Archer that
some of his crew had found out about his
relationship with T’Pol. “If you would all watch this
one.” He then put the second tape into the
computer and had it projected onto the viewer.

………
 As everyone’s eyes fell on the viewer for a second
time, they all wanted to know what happened to get
this whole Court-Martial started and Captain Archer
on the urge of losing his command.
I got some bad news Admiral.”
“What?”
“I just came from Sickbay.”
“Don’t tell me, your Vulcan is pregnant?”
“No, there was an explosion in Engineering, T’Pol
was down there assisting with some damage repairs
from an attack that we were in by an unknown
vessel, and she was injured. I went to Sickbay to see
her, and while there and behind a curtain, I kissed
her twice even though I knew the others that were
injured could easily see through the curtain.”
“So your crew knows about you two?”
“Yes.”
“You’re relieved of command, let Lieutenant Reed
know he’s in command, then go to your quarters,
and before you do that, order Mayweather to set a
course for Earth. I’ll have to take this to the
Command Council to see if you’re to be brought up
on charges. Admiral Black out.”

………

Once the screen went black for a second time,

Admiral Black stopped that tape, he looked at
Jonathan for a second time and said “This is the first
time anyone has seen that tape, I didn’t let the
Command Council see it then, I only told them bits
and pieces of what happened. That’s because I want
to know what led up to that explosion in
Engineering, because that could also put some light
onto what we’re facing now.”
“We were attacked by an unknown alien vessel as
you heard in the tape, it was apparent that
Enterprise was going to be destroyed,” started
Archer, “I sent out a distress call and miraculously
we got some help. I say miraculously because
according to T’Pol, the ship that assisted us was from
the future, its name and registration was USS
Enterprise NCC 1701 and it had a Starfleet insignia on
its secondary hull. Even though the Vulcans don’t
believe in time travel, T’Pol and I have experienced it
before and she believes the ship was from the
future. The explosion in engineering happen hours
after the futuristic ship and we destroyed the
unknown alien cruiser and our help disappeared. The
explosion was because of some damage to the
engineering section. T’Pol was only down there
because I asked her to assist with the repairs, that’s
when debris from the explosion penetrated her near
her heart. It’s a miracle she survived.”
“Definitely nothing to do with our present
situation with these unknown alien attacks,” said
Black, “and your report about Columbia being
destroyed, you made a small mistake, that ship that
exploded was the NX-05 Republic, she was sent out
to find Enterprise, but we’ve lost contact with the
NX-02 Columbia about the same time your ship was
almost destroyed, but that has nothing to do with
this Court-Martial, so lets get back to the matter at
hand; next I would like to call upon Ambassador
Soval so we can here the views of the Vulcan people
regarding this matter.”
Hearing his name, Soval left the area he was
sitting with a few other Vulcans and T’Pol and
headed up to the stand. Once he got there he said
“The Vulcan people know that sometimes when they
get their Pon’ Farr among non-Vulcans that they
might have to mate with them unless they rather
die, T’Pol made the choice she wanted, and because
she did, the Vulcan people feel that she and
Jonathan should go through the Kal’i’farr Ceremony,
which in the human language of English, means we
feel they should undergo a marriage ceremony as
soon as possible so they can become full Bondmates,
it is the Vulcan way after all.”
“That ceremony will take place after this Court-
Martial is over,” said Admiral Black, “right now
though; I like to say that Starfleet and Earth owe
Captain Archer a lot. If it wasn’t for him and his crew,
years ago Earth would have been destroyed by the
Xindi, but now Xindi Primates, Arboreal, and
Aquatics sit on this council, all as members of the
United Federation of Planets, which we thank you
for joining us, we know it wasn’t easy to except
humanity but we have a lot to offer. So with that in
mind, would you want to say anything on Archer’s
behalf?”
“Yes,” replied a Xindi-Primate, “My name is
Depac, I served with Degra and assisted Archer and
his boarding party in destroying the Superweapon
above Earth in 2154, I thought he died there like
most of his crew because he never made it off
before it exploded, but because of Enterprise being
thrown into an alternate 1944 where the Germans
had launched a successful invasion of your United
States, he ended up there and was also instrumental
in preserving your timeline. Well what I’m getting at,
is that Captain Archer has proven himself to be an
excellent commander and a carrying passionate
officer, he didn’t deceive the Xindi people when
turning us against the Sphere Builders even though
that’s what the Reptilians and the Insectoids
thought. I say it would be ludicrous to remove him
from command of Enterprise and to send him out of
Starfleet in disgrace.”
“Well our first Ambassador to come out and say
that directly,” said Black, “we’ll considerate Depac.”
The next Xindi to stand up was a Xindi-Arboreal
named Jannar. He walked up to the stand as Depac
left and said “My name is Ambassador Jannar, I’m a
Xindi-Arboreal, I also agree with Ambassador Depac
and I know that if Degra was still alive, he would also
say the same thing, and that’s why I say that we are
all thankful that Archer avenged Degra’s murder by
killing the Xindi-Reptilian Commander Dolim aboard
the Superweapon when he did because Dolim vowed
to hunt down and kill Degra’s family after Earth was
destroyed. Luckily both didn’t happen.”
“We’ll also hold what you said in consideration
Ambassador Jannar,” said Black, “and I’ve also been
told by my aids that the Tellarite Ambassador wants
to speak and so does retired Commander Shran of
the Andorian Imperial Guard. First up is the Tellarite
Ambassador.”
Ambassador Gral stood up and walked to the
stand and said in his loud demanding voice accustom
to his species “My people and I demand that Archer
remains in Starfleet and in command of Enterprise or
we’ll drop out of the Federation.”
“Oh bold words,” said Black, “is that one of your
usual threats or is that sincere?”
“As sincere as can be,” replied Gral, “and I mean
that.” After saying all that, Gral returned to his seat
totally thinking proud thoughts about what he had
just threatened to do. There was no way the humans
would ignore him.
“You’re next Shran,” said Black not knowing that
the Andorian and Archer had been playing a little
game of returning favors to each other since the first
day they met back at the P’Jem Sanctuary.
“I’m a little surprised by this,” started Shran,
“because what I’m about to say has also been
decided by my government back on Andoria, and it
happens to be just like the Tellarites. If Archer
doesn’t remain in Starfleet and in command of
Enterprise, the Andorian people will also dropout of
the newly formed Federation.”
“You too Shran,” replied Black, “this newly
formed Federation is going to die before it gets
underway if we don’t keep Captain Archer in
command and in Starfleet so it’s the decision of the
Command Council and this Court-Martial to allow
Captain Archer to stay in command of the Enterprise
and to remain in Starfleet. Also effective
immediately he will marry Commander T’Pol of
Vulcan and completely become her bondmate by
undergoing the Kal’i’farr Ceremony. You’re free to go
captain, this trial is over, and Jon, I’m happy to tell
you Enterprise is yours.”

………

In the back of the courtroom was members of the

two Xindi species you wouldn’t have expected to see
on Earth or even in a Starfleet building, but there in
the back were three Xindi-Insectoids and five Xindi-
Reptilians. All of them were hoping that Archer and
the Vulcan woman would be booed out of Starfleet
and the new Federation not to mention lose
command of the Enterprise NX-01, but when they
weren’t; their biological flaw went on overload.
Deep inside their bodies behind their lungs a growth
started to form, only this growth was more than
that, it was actually an exploding tumor and for
decades, it was part of the natural defense for the
Insectoids and Reptilians whenever they were about
to be killed or corner. Only with time some of their
species in their evolution lost its genetic makeup and
never developed one. These Xindi though were over
one hundred-fifty years old, evolution hadn’t
changed them, so like it or not one way or another
they were going to explode and they planned on
taking as many lives as possible with them when
they were to go.
As the anger in the eight Xindi grew stronger and
stronger, so did their tumors. Seconds past into
minutes, but the Xindi knew what was going on
within them and they didn’t care since they still
hated humans they could deal a blow to their species
if they stayed and let their explosives go off in public,
so they continued to sit in their seats without
moving a muscle.
About two and a half minutes after Jonathan
walked off the stand towards T’Pol, the explosive
tumors in the Xindi sitting in back went off. Everyone
sitting in the back eight rows was immediately
incinerated along with the six Xindi. As the survivors
heard the explosion and saw the flames all turned
and asked each other, “How did a bomb go off here
and how did it even get past security?”
Ambassador Depac had the answer and he quickly
said it, “There were six Xindi back there, three
Insectoids and two Reptilians, very old and because
of that, there genetic code carries a gene for
Explosive Tumors. They’re mostly a physical defense
thing that vanished one hundred years ago just
before the Avians were wiped out. These tumors go
off if they get very angry and its something they
can’t control. Knowing them, I know for a fact that
the result of the trial is what got them so mad that
their tumors went off. Is everyone that was near
them dead?”
“Yes,” replied Phlox, “their bodies are to badly
burned to be recognized, they will have to be most
likely identified by their dental records.”
“Dam,” said Archer, “and I guess you’re trying to
say you want to be the one to identify the victims
Doctor, aren’t you.”
“I thought I said that captain,” replied Phlox.
“Then go ahead Doctor,” ordered Admiral Black,
“just get this over with, there’s a wedding to have.
Jonathan, T’Pol; go get ready for your wedding and
for your return to Enterprise, you’re going to be
getting married on the bridge of the Enterprise.”
For the first time in along time Jonathan let T’Pol
speak for him as she said, “We thank you Admiral.
We would love to be married on the bridge of the
Enterprise, it’s our home.”
………

One Week Later, 1200 Hrs., Enterprise Time

Bridge of the Enterprise NX-01
 In a small room Archer never even knew existed
on the Enterprise, Jonathan and Reed were sitting
and talking. Both men were dressed in black
collarless Starfleet jackets, in Archer’s lapel was a
small rose like flower native to Vulcan. As they sat
together, Archer mumbled something in Vulcan that
Reed couldn’t understand at all but he figured it was
Archer’s vows that he was rehearsing so Reed said
“You worry too much sir, you’ll be able to say your
vows to her in Vulcan. You’ve been practicing with
our new Communications/Linguists Officer for a
week. Besides you got that thing in your head…”
“You mean our mental bond?” asked Archer.
“Yea, that’s it,” said Reed, “I thought you said it
helps you understand Vulcan.”
“Yes, I understand it,” started Archer, “but I don’t
know how to say many of the words.”
“You’ll do fine captain,” replied Reed, “she’ll
know what you mean.”
Jon looked at Malcolm and asked “You got the
ring?”
“Yes sir,” answered Malcolm, “right here in my
pocket.”
“I do look okay, right Malcolm?” asked Reed.
Malcolm looked at him and smiled then said, “For
someone’s that’s about to get hitched- yes.”
Together Jonathan and Malcolm walked out of
the room and headed towards the bridge, only for
the first time in their careers they took the long way
heading all around the ship, deck by deck stopping to
talk to almost every crewmember that wasn’t busy.
After what seemed like hours, but really was half an
hour, they reached the bridge where many people
were around well other’s were watching the
ceremony on viewers throughout the ship and on
Earth. As he walked up to the center he past a large
golden Vulcan gong with symbols on a frame, and lit
candles that smelt like nutmeg, T’Pol’s favorite scent
stood in the back of the room. In front of the gong
stood Soval, he took a large mallet and rang the
gong, Jonathan turned and walked towards it, from
another room, T’Pol walked out dresses in a
traditional Vulcan wedding gown, it was a red satin
color with Vulcan runes written on it. Jonathan
grinned when he saw T’Pol as she walked towards
him, then together as one they turned to face Soval.
Soval started to speak, first in Vulcan, then
repeating it in English. “T’Pol of Vulcan, you have
chosen Kal’i’farr, marriage, to Jonathan Archer.”
“I have,” she said with determination, she then
exchanged glances with her soon to be husband.
“His thoughts are yours, you speak as one?” Soval
asked.
“Yes,” replied T’Pol.
Soval turned to Jonathan and asked “And you
hear her voice in your head? Your thoughts are one,
you speak as one?”
Jonathan nodded and replied “Yes.”
Soval looked at Jonathan then added “Jonathan,
you wish to say something?”
 Jonathan cleared his throat and started to speak
in what seemed to be flawless Vulcan. “Kol-Ut-Shan
si un terish. T’Pol sa’vaya teun, Humans sa’vaya
Vulcans di veh kaunsh’es. Natayan ka’lan wi karik’sin.
Tes-sh-un teun my’tyezti, T’Pol, sa’vaya ni ashaya.
Ta’san shoonan. Ta’san vas, aisha, ni pa to-go svi-un
ashaya.”
After finishing speaking, Jonathan wasn’t about to
say that again in English so he let the Universal
Translator takeover and repeat his words.
[IDIC- Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.
T’Pol and I, Humans and Vulcans are diverse and yet
we’ve reached unity. This unity between us makes
me stronger. My unity with you completes me. And I
am someone who thought I would never like or love
a Vulcan. You have taught me much. Beloved, you
have taught me there are no rules in love.]
T’Pol looked Jonathan in the eyes and said “Aisha,
teun vas s’sayaha ti terish ni pa svinish teun.”
Once again, only this time for T’Pol, the Universal
Translator took over and translated what she had
just said into perfect English so she wouldn’t have to.
[Beloved, I am blessed to join with you.]
T’Pol placed her hands on the mallet, as
Jonathan’s hands encircled hers. Together they hit
the gong once, making a deep sound resonate
throughout the bridge.
With the Vulcan ceremony complete, Admiral
Carson Black got ready to start the human version of
the wedding ceremony. So Malcolm stepped up
beside Jonathan as Black started to speak. “A
captain’s greatest privilege is marrying two people
aboard a ship; I haven’t had the privilege of
performing a wedding ceremony in many years.” He
cleared his throat then started to speak again.
“Marriage is a unity, the union of two people in love.
Jon, do you take T’Pol to be your lawfully wedded
wife, to have, hold and love from this day forward?
In sickness and health, until death do you part?”
Jonathan nodded and said “I do.”
“And T’Pol, do you take Jon to be your lawfully
wedded husband, to have, hold and love from this
day forward? In sickness and health, until death do
you part?”
“Yes,” replied T’Pol.
Jon smiled and grabbed T’Pol’s hands and faced
her, mean while, Black looked at Reed as he dug into
his pocket and fished out a ring. He gave the ring to
Black who gave it to Archer and said, “Jon repeat
after me, with this ring I thee wed.”
Jon slipped the small silver ring over T’Pol’s ring
finger and said “With this ring, I thee wed.”
Soval handed Black another ring with strange
Vulcan runes on it. Black turned the ring over in his
fingers taking a look at it then handed it to T’Pol
saying, “T’Pol, repeat after me, with this ring I thee
wed.”
“With this ring, I thee wed,” said T’Pol to
Jonathan as she slipped the ring on his ring finger.
 “By the power vested in me, Earth recognizes
your union,” said Black. Soval then added “You are
joined in thought and are recognized by Vulcan.”
Jonathan turned to T’Pol, she placed two fingers
into the air and he met them eagerly with his own.
After a moment, he gathered her in his arms and
placed his lips on hers to the delight of the crew.
That’s when applause broke out all over the bridge.
All around the bridge, Vulcan bells that looked a
lot like tiny cymbals on a washboard began shaking
as if by magic. The tiny music was overpowered by
the sound of the last gong as Soval took the mallet
and hit it twice.

………

Enterprise NX-01
Wedding Reception, Mess Hull

All that were invited aboard the Enterprise to

attend Jonathan and T’Pol’s wedding knew about the
wedding reception that the ship’s chef had prepared
in the Mess Hull so after the ceremony ended on the
bridge, everyone headed towards the mess hull.
During the reception Reed stood up to make a
toast,” When I first heard about T’Pol coming aboard
Enterprise from Captain Archer, he threatened to
knock her on her ass.”
Jonathan gave a wince and took a drink from his
third glass of champagne well his new wife was still
on her first, Reed did the same, taking a sip from his
glass then continued “I think that was the first, but
definitely not the last time Jon was interested in her
ass.”
As Reed sat down he continued speaking knowing
what he had to say would be good for everyone to
hear, especially the Vulcan guests. “Working with
them on a regular basis gave me an appreciation for
both of them. Jon has zest, determination, curiosity,
passion and courage. T’Pol is wise, refined, logical
and noble. Together, they make not only a great
team aboard a starship, but a team in marriage. I
have respect for both of them.”
Soval figured he had to say something, after all he
was the Vulcan Ambassador to Earth and the bride
was a Vulcan so it was only logical for him to speak.
So he stood up and said, “I understand it is
customary for the best man and a couple friends to
say something about the couple. I wish to
congratulate the couple. Live long and prosper.”
“Peace and long life Soval,” replied T’Pol and
Jonathan together, showing everyone present just
how close and tight their bond was, only some of the
Vulcans didn’t think a human and a Vulcan saying
that one line together in unison could really prove
their union, some were thinking about kidnapping
one and having the other find the taken one through
clues given through the mental bond; those Vulcan’s
decided taking Jonathan would be best because they
could observe him and T’Pol’s actions at the same
time.
“Same to you too,” said Soval interrupting the
other Vulcans train-of-thought, their plans would
have to wait.
Doctor Phlox also decided to make his own toast,
so after Soval sat down, he stood up tapped his glass
with a spoon and said “I like to think that I played a
hand in getting the Captain and the commander
together. There was a time years ago when the
Captain’s dog Porthos was sick and he spent the
night in Sickbay, that was when the Captain asked
me “What T’Pol thought about him?”, that’s when
he admitted to me that he had feelings for her.
Feelings that I suggested he should pursue, but he
said it was against regulations for him or any
member of Starfleet to have a relationship, now here
we are today, after their wedding.”
As Phlox spoke, Jonathan sank into his chair for
he knew something terrible would eventually be
uttered from the good doctor’s mouth, something
that would most likely embarrass him and or T’Pol.
“Jonathan had a strange dream that he told me
about from that night involving lots of rain, it was a
dream that I believe Dr. Freud would be very
interested in because with this rain like thing, Freud
likens it to that of the male’s release during sex.”
Jonathan sank further in his chair, at the same
time; T’Pol took his hand and spoke loud enough so
Phlox would hear her, “Doctor, perhaps your
fascinating interpretation of my husband’s dream
can be recounted at another time. Besides, I
wouldn’t want you to recall that I initiated this
relationship with Jon.”
Jonathan looked like she had saved him and
kissed her on the lips to thank her passionately. Well
at the same time, the Vulcans sitting at the table
with them were shocked to hear that T’Pol, a Vulcan,
initiated the relationship with a human. All were
shocked except for Soval who stood, raised his glass
of champagne and said “To Their Union.”
Jonathan polished off his fifth glass of
champagne, and feeling drunk and queasy, he was
hanging on to his new bride slightly, gazing at her
radiant beauty. She could that his affection was deep
and profound. “Lets dance,” she thought to him, not
sure if he would in his drunken state, but to her
surprise he thought back “Love too Aisha.”
T’Pol led Jonathan out onto the dance floor as the
others around them took their queue and did the
same. Except the other Vulcans who didn’t
understand the art of dance just continued to mingle
with one another.

*****

Enterprise NX-01, Some Where’s in Deep Space

Three Months Later
 Captain Jonathan Archer sat in his command chair
twirling his wedding ring on his finger all the while
trying not to disturb T’Pol who was hard at work at
her station. Unbeknownst to the two of them,
something miraculous had happened, but they
wouldn’t know it. The strange thing was because of
this miracle, Jonathan was picking up stronger
mental thoughts from T’Pol and at the same time, he
had started a bond with someone who physically
didn’t even exist yet. A bond that T’Pol couldn’t
detect yet herself but soon would. For the new bond
Jonathan was feeling would eventually be felt by his
wife too, and the reason why Jon was feeling sick a
lot was about to be known.
Sitting in his chair, Captain Archer started to feel
queasy for the third time that day, in fact; he
thought he was going to barf only he hadn’t eaten
anything all day so that was physically impossible, or
at least he thought it was. “Maybe you should go to
Sickbay Aisha,” thought T’Pol to her husband, “I’ll
take command for now.”
“Alright Aisha,” thought Jonathan as he switched
the command chair over to his wife and headed
towards the turbo lift towards Sickbay.
Inside Sickbay, Doctor Phlox could tell something
was wrong with Captain Archer but all his scans
came back saying the Captain was nothing but
healthy. Very healthy to be precise, but he also
couldn’t deny the fact that Archer didn’t look well
and that he was also still queasy, barfing almost
every five to ten minutes. Not being able to take it
anymore, Phlox prepared a sedative and sedated the
Captain and made him lay down on the nearest bio-
bed. “Now I can run my scans in peace and try and
figure out what’s ailing the Captain, and hopefully
come up with a cure or his wife will never forgive me
if he dies.”
To start his research, Phlox put all the symptoms
Archer was feeling into the computer so the
computer could triangulate the results. Within
minutes the results came back, but they put all of
the Captain’s symptoms to something human
women went through. “Strange,” thought Phlox, “I
think T’Pol will need to be examined.” So he went to
the communication panel on the wall next to the
Imaging Chamber and said “Sickbay to bridge,
Commander T’Pol, will you come down here for a
minute?”
“Is something wrong with Jon?” asked T’Pol, “I’ll
be right down.” She turned to Reed and said,
“Lieutenant, you have the bridge.”
As T’Pol walked into Sickbay, Doctor Phlox looked
at her and said “I’m going to need a blood sample.”
“Why?” asked T’Pol a little shocked, “does this
have something to do with Jonathan?”
“Yes,” answered Phlox, “but truthfully, it affects
both of you.”
“Oh,” said T’Pol, “I don’t understand.”
“You might soon,” replied Phlox starting to think
that the Captain and T’Pol were pregnant and that
they wouldn’t be prepared for the news for to them,
they had been acting under the assumption that she
would never get pregnant because of the point nine
percent chance that it could happen. The two of
them should have paid more attention to Jonathan’s
gut feeling.
It only took Doctor Phlox a few minutes to draw
the blood from T’Pol and to run some tests on it. All
the while, T’Pol anxiously awaited the news of what
ever the doctor was trying to find out and how her
blood could have a connection to how the Captain
was feeling and how she had been also feeling
queasy but as a Vulcan she suppressed those feelings
unknowingly she was accidentally transferring them
to Archer without even meaning too or even thinking
that he was getting sick because of her actions.
As the test finished, T’Pol could notice that Phlox
looked happy about the results, so she knew
something was up for he could be happy because he
was right or that the test proved that there wasn’t a
connection to her husband being sick and her blood.
“I should wake the Captain up before I let you know
my findings.”
Phlox touched a hypospray to Jonathan’s neck
and the sleeping captain, as her husband woke up,
T’Pol asked “Is there an antidote for what he’s
contracted or not?”
“Not for this one,” replied Phlox.
“Then what has he contracted?” asked T’Pol
getting more and more curious.
 “A pregnant wife,” answered Phlox.
“Impossible,” said T’Pol, “it was highly unlikely I
would ever conceive a child through Jonathan, for
carbon-based life forms like Vulcans, can’t have
offspring with an iron-based life form like humans,
its just physically impossible, our blood and DNA
aren’t compatible enough to join together to even
form a child.”
“It’s possible,” said Phlox, “you two are living
proof to that.”
T’Pol reached for the nearest chair and sank into
it thinking, “I’m..., Jonathan and I are pregnant.
There has to be some mistake.”
“I don’t think there is,” said Jonathan, “and I
actually like it.” That’s when he ran to the bathroom
and barfed again. That’s when T’Pol realized that she
was feeing nauseas and was suppressing the
feelings, so she was the reason why her husband was
sick.
“Maybe you should let those feelings overwhelm
you and release them yourself T’Pol,” suggested
Phlox, “at least Jonathan would feel a little better.”
T’Pol gave a wince and said “Gross, that is un-
Vulcan like.” Then she picked up a thought from
Jonathan, “That would make me feel better T’Pol.”
“But nausea isn’t a symptom of pregnancy,”
thought T’Pol.
“But it is for humans,” replied Jonathan back to
her as a thought.
 “Well I think you’ve already formed a physic bond
with our child like Vulcan father’s do before their
born,” thought T’Pol, “our bond is great, we are
going to be a great family.”
“One thing T’Pol,” started Phlox, “Conceiving for
you two might have been the easy part, for if your
child is iron-based, I’ll have to put you on vitamins to
replicate the nourishment from meat.”
T’Pol winced at the thought of animal parts for as
a Vulcan, she was a vegetarian. “Oh great, you know
I hate meat doctor,” she said.
“Sorry,” said Phlox, “but you have no choice in
the matter if you want to have this child.”
“Alright,” replied T’Pol, but deep down in her
twirling stomach hating the thought of meat, she
was regretting getting pregnant even though she
knew Jonathan was happy, but then she heard his
thought, “Don’t worry Aisha, I’m here for you always,
I’ll help you through this.”
“Come down here tomorrow morning then T’Pol,”
said Phlox, “and Jonathan, she’s going to need a
stronger Nasal Agent, this pregnancy is going to
heighten her sense of smell more than what her
present Nasal Agent can handle, and you know how
tolerant Vulcans are to certain smells. You’re lucky
she’s alright with you.”
“Alright Doctor,” said Jonathan, he then turned to
T’Pol and planted a big kiss on her lips as he thought
“I love you Aisha.”
 “My family,” thought Jonathan as he twirled his
wedding ring around his finger the next morning in
their quarters, he still couldn’t believe that he was
going to be a father with a Vulcan-Human hybrid
child.

*****

Early the next morning T’Pol woke up beside her

husband feeling as nauseous as she had been the
day before, still though she wanted to suppress and
hold down the urge to throw up but at the same
time she knew how much it made her husband sick
to his stomach, so sick that he couldn’t hold it down.
Not wanting to fight the urge again, T’Pol jumped
out of the bed and headed towards the only
bathroom in their newly shared quarters.
As Jonathan started to slowly get accumulated to
being up early, he could hear his wife emptying her
belly and felt relieved that she hadn’t pushed down
the feeling and set it on to him instead. As he heard
her start clearing her stomach for a third time he
started to wince and joined her in the bathroom to
clear his stomach too. “I’m sorry Aisha,” thought
T’Pol as she felt Jonathan lay his hand on her back as
he started to rub her spine and putting his hand up
into her nightshirt as she shivered slightly to his
touch.
Well rubbing her protruding out Vulcan spine,
Jonathan kissed her neck and slightly nibbled on the
tips at the top of her ears causing her to give a small
whimper for all the love that she had for him that
she felt starting to boil to the surface in through her
blood. Removing his hand from her shirt she turned
to face him and said “We can’t right now,” knowing
that he was thinking about making love to her again
as passionately as he did during her Pon’ Farr.
Turning her back to him and starting to leave the
bathroom she thought, “There’ll be time for that
later, but now I’m not up to that right now. Maybe
tonight I’ll give you the chance, its just right now I’m
dreading the tests that Doctor Phlox’s wants to run
on me soon.”
“If you want me to, I’ll go down to Sickbay with
you to give you the moral support you might need,
especially if you find out you need to eat some foods
that resemble meat,” thought Jonathan as he
headed out of the bathroom behind her patting her
butt as he walked by, a thing that T’Pol still didn’t
understand why he did it; she still didn’t know why
people were so found of her ass even though she
knew she wiggled it a lot as she walked, it was just
something she couldn’t help but do.
“I’ll go by myself Jon,” said T’Pol, “I should be
fine, if I need you, I’ll let you know through our metal
bond. Anyways, there’s nothing I can do if I end up
needing to take supplements to replicate the
nutrients in meat. I guess this is what I get for
marrying a human and proving everyone wrong by
getting pregnant with your child.”
 “Are you regretting conceiving T’Pol?” asked
Jonathan fearing that she didn’t want to have the
child she was carrying, a child he was deep down
hoping that they would end up having together.
“I know what your thinking Aisha,” started T’Pol,
“and no, I am not planning on ending this pregnancy.
This child I conceived is a miracle for the both of us, I
remember that you had a gut feeling that I was going
to conceive the night we made love after our
wedding. I know how badly you want to be a father;
I’m planning on seeing this pregnancy to term, even
if it kills me just so you know.”
“If comes down to your life or the child’s T’Pol,”
started Jonathan, “I’m going to have you terminate
the pregnancy, I don’t want to lose you… ever.”
“I know Aisha,” thought T’Pol as she started
stripping out of her Vulcan silk pajamas and into her
more comfortable Vulcan-style under clothes and
then final her uniform that for the moment she left
un-zippered in the front revealing her chest a little
better to her unsuspecting husband.

*****

Sickbay
One Hour Later

After leaving her husband after eating breakfast

in the Captain’s mess, T’Pol found herself about to
walk through the Sickbay doors alone even though
she knew that Jonathan was with her in spirit, she
felt she might end up getting hurt by the news that
she somehow knew was coming. As she past through
the Sickbay doors she said “I’m here as ordered
doctor, lets get these tests done so I can get to the
bridge.”
“You’re in a hurry today commander,” said Phlox
as he walked out of his office towards the main bio-
bed and imaging chamber. “Have a seat
commander” he said as he pointed towards the bio-
bed connected to the imaging chamber.
“All I need to do is draw some blood, and take
some bio-scans of you and the developing child
inside the imaging chamber,” said Phlox. He took a
breath as he picked up a hypospray with an empty
canister attached to it that he pressed to the Vulcan
woman’s neck and pressed the button.
Moments later green-copper based blood started
to fill the canister. Seeing the sight of her blood
pooling in the container, she ended up almost
fainting but she suppressed that feeling. Meanwhile
on the bridge though looking towards the view
screen and the message also rolling a crossed his
chair’s screen Jonathan ended up leaning forward
and fell out of his center chair feeling the effects
T’Pol was going through.
Seeing the Captain fall out of his chair Lieutenant
Reed jumped out of his chair at the tactical station
and ran to the Captain’s side. First he tried to shake
his commanding officer awake but when that didn’t
work he activated the Captain’s personal
communicator on the chair, then spoke. “Reed to
Sickbay, Medical Emergency; Captain Archer has
fainted.”
With the message sent to Sickbay, Reed sat down
in the center chair assuming command and saw the
message scrolling a crossed the Captain’s screen:

ROMULAN STAR EMPIRE VIOLIATES NEUTRAL

ZONE TREATY. A FLEET CONSISTING OF FIVE BIRD-
OF-PREYS HAVE BEEN SEEN AT THE TEZEL-OROKO
SYSTEM. THE FEDERATION HAS NO CHOICE BUT
TO DECLARE WAR ON THE ROMULAN STAR
EMPIRE AGAIN UNLESS WE CAN FIND PROOF
THAT SOMEONE ELSE MIGHT BE CONTROLING
ROMULAN SHIPS LIKE THEY WERE ABLE TO DO
AGAINST US EIGHT YEARS AGO BEFORE AND
DURING THE ROMULAN-EARTH WAR.

Reed couldn’t believe it, he figured that the

Captain had just fainted because of what he had just
read but if that was the case, then “what would have
gotten Archer so wound up?” thought Reed. “Is there
something I don’t know about, something that
Admiral Black told him before we left Earth again or
is something wrong with T’Pol that he just couldn’t
take both the news involving the Romulans and
what’s going on with his wife too?”
Well still pondering his thoughts, Reed didn’t hear
the turbolift doors open nor did he see the two aides
from Sickbay come over to the bridge with the anti-
grave stretcher and take Archer’s unconscious body
away with them to Sickbay. Still with the message
scrolling a crossed the screen he turned towards the
helm and said “Ensign Mayweather, set a course for
the Tezel-Oroko System, Warp Five. Engage.”
“Changing course and jumping to warp now,”
replied Mayweather from the helm knowing
wholeheartedly where they were going for they had
been there before for eight years ago the Enterprise
almost fell victim to the Romulan’s Arrenhe’hwiua
Telecapture System well trying to rescue the Earth
Cargo Ship SS Kobayashi Maru, that system was
where that ship was lost with all hands aboard while
the Captain Archer ordered the Enterprise to flee the
system so the Romulan’s wouldn’t get her.

*****

Back in Sickbay, T’Pol wanted to move when she

saw her unconscious husband brought in. “What’s
wrong with him?” she asked trying to get off the bio-
bed but Phlox wouldn’t let her go.
“He fainted on the bridge a few minutes ago,”
replied one of the aides. “We still don’t know why.”
“It could be because of his bond with T’Pol,”
started Phlox, “she fainted a few minutes ago well I
was drawing some of her blood. I think the two
incidents are connected. So just put him over there
on the bio-bed closest to his wife, he should wake up
again soon being this close to his woman and the
mother of his child.”
Once Jonathan was settled in on the bio-bed, the
two aides went back to their other duties that were
in their offices closest to the Decon Chamber where
they were at the moment preparing some new
Decon-gel for any microbes that any landing party
might encounter the next time they found a new
planet to explore that humanity hadn’t encountered
yet.
Back in Sickbay Phlox had gotten all the tests
performed on T’Pol and the unborn child that he
would need to get his research done. Putting a
sample of the unborn baby’s DNA into a Denobulan
medical scanner that would somewhat be able to sift
between the human and Vulcan genetic material and
make it possible for him to see what there was more
of. Almost forty-five and a half minutes later, Phlox
had his results. Results that he could T’Pol wasn’t
going to be happy about for the child seemed to
have just a tad more human DNA than Vulcan by
point five percent. Knowing the information he went
back into the main room of his Sickbay where he
found out that the Captain was back to full
consciousness again and talking to his wife.
“Pardon me for interrupting you two love birds,”
interrupted Phlox, “but I got some news for you,
news that you might want to brace yourselves for.”
“T’Pol, Jonathan, when it comes to your guys’
child, it has point five percent more human DNA
than it does Vulcan, “said Phlox, “so that means that
I’m afraid your going to have to start eating meat
products or take these supplements that will
replicate the iron that a human needs in its blood.”
Phlox handed Jonathan the bottle of supplements he
had just recently created with a tad of a match to the
child’s DNA. He then said “Jon, make sure she takes
one of these with breakfast and also one before she
goes to bed at night. If she doesn’t she’ll lose the
child I’m afraid since her physiology is more different
than yours.”
T’Pol looked at Jonathan and then thought sadly
“I’ll take the supplements Aisha. I know how much
you want me to have this child. It is against the
teachings of Surak to eat meat or any form of animal
flesh but since our child is part human, I know its
required.” She then looked at Phlox and asked “is it
possible for you to make it so that after the child is
born that it doesn’t have to eat meat?”
“He or she will also be able to take the same
supplements,” said Phlox, “and eventually according
to my research the child will lose that point five
percent by consuming your breast milk T’Pol since
your milk will have more Vulcan DNA to it since you
posses no human DNA at all, so a few months after
he or she is born, you won’t have to give it the
supplements anymore.”
“Thank you doctor,” said Jonathan looking at his
wife and seeing the hint of a smile starting to show
up but also knowing she was trying her hardest to
suppress them from rising up but being pregnant
had begun to affect her in that department so he
projected a thought to her mind. “It’s alright that
you’re having trouble suppressing your emotions,
you can go ahead and show them to me. I’m not
going to tell any Vulcan… or anyone else… that
you’re giving in and showing them.”
“Thank you Aisha,” thought T’Pol, “but if I do that,
I give up what makes me Vulcan and I’m not going to
give up on my heritage and culture, so thanks for the
offer but no, I’ll continue suppressing my emotions
except when we make love.”
“Alright T’Pol,” thought Jonathan. “I want you to
be happy and if suppressing your emotions make you
happy, then I want you to continue doing that.”
“Thanks again Aisha,” T’Pol thought giving off a
small bearly noticeable smile and a very deep exhale.
“I cherish thee.”
“I love you too T’Pol,” thought Jonathan. He then
turned to the doctor and asked “can she go back on
duty?”
“I don’t see why not,” replied Phlox, “that is
unless you don’t want her to captain.”
“Let’s go T’Pol,” thought Jonathan, “a quick trip to
our quarters, then we’re off to the bridge, there’s
trouble with the Romulans again. They might be
about to raid the Federation again… or someone is
using their Bird-of-Preys to trick us and are invading
Federation Space for they are back in the Tezel-
Oroko System as of right now.”
 “Whom,” thought T’Pol, “we got a mystery or
another war on our hands, I wonder who the culprits
are this time? Could it be…”
 TWENTY-FIVE

Enterprise NX-01

“Why do you think its the Klingons T’Pol?”

thought Jonathan to his wife as he held her hand
leading her to their quarters. “I truly would believe
its the Romulans who are in the Tezel-Oroko System
for their empire is closer to that area than the
Klingons are even though they both find that area
disputed.”
“True,” thought T’Pol, “but the Klingons are more
likely to something right now for their fleets aren’t
crippled like the Romulans are and I would think they
may have captured some of the Bird-of-Preys that we
disabled during the war.”
“It could easily be someone else too,” thought
Jonathan as they arrived at their quarters and he
pushed the button on the panel next to it so it would
open for them. As the door swooshed open, he
picked up his wife in his arms and carried her into
their quarters directly to their bed where she almost
turned into an animal and tore off his clothes along
with hers.
 Little did Jonathan and T’Pol know as they got a
little more intimate for the first time in a long time,
that Jonathan was right about another enemy
controlling Romulan Bird-of-Preys. Of the ten that
they were controlling, five were remaining at the
Tezel-Oroko Sector to try and ambush the Enterprise
or any other Earth vessel they could lure in while the
remaining five were among the rest of the Sernaix
armada heading into Klingon Space for a rendezvous
no one was expecting…

*****

Qam-Chee, The First City, Qo’noS

The Year of Kahless 790

Chancellor M’Rek wasn’t at all angry at the crew

of the IKS Jota when they returned to Qo’noS
without even one victory against the Sernaix warship
they encountered. Instead he was glad to learn of
this new threat, for he figured it could be used to the
Empire’s advantage against the United Federation of
Planets. “We should form an alliance with these
Sernaix, and crush Starfleet.” He suggested to the
Council.
“Agreed,” said the highest members of the
Klingon Imperial Defense Council, “we will absolutely
send a few representatives as a Peace Delegation to
meet with them immediately. Hopefully they will
reply.”
 “No need Chancellor M’Rek,” said Duras of the
House of Duras, “three Sernaix warships have just
entered orbit, we’re being hailed.”
“Attention Klingon Empire, we are the Sernaix,
you will join us or die. Awaiting your reply.” That
transmission blared from the speakers in the
Imperial Palace on Qo’noS’ First City Qam-Chee
along with every other building all over the planet
that was part of the government. After it played
through once, it repeated for a second time but it
wasn’t an audio playback, it was the same alien
speaking this time sealing the threat showing that
this was no laughing matter. “Attention Klingon
Empire, we are the Sernaix, you will join us or die.
Awaiting your reply. You have ten minutes fifteen
second before we start leveling your cities starting
with Qam-Chee.”
“Open a channel to the lead Sernaix vessel,”
ordered M’Rek, “Sernaix, this is Chancellor M’Rek of
the Klingon Empire; we would like to negotiate a
peace treaty and join your forces in hopefully over
whelming and conquering the United Federation of
Planets and the rest of the Alpha and Beta
Quadrants. Please do not level our cities, we willingly
join you.”
“Your decision is the right one,” replied the
Sernaix Commander, “Your empire will be deeply
reworded through the blood of all the species of
the Alpha and Beta Quadrants that are not of the
Great Order, the Sernaix, The Votality, The Shedai,
The New Dominion, The Borg and now the Klingon
Empire.”
“We don’t know all those races and don’t want
to,” said M’Rek, “but we are honored to join you and
them. Our capital is yours along with our cities.
You’re free to use our ship yards and starbases.”
“Excellent,” boomed the voice of the Sernaix
Commander, “we will transport some of our
warriors down to fortify your defenses and take
part in the ruling of the empire. May all our hands
be drenched in blood when we achieve our greatest
victory.”
“Perfect,” replied M’Rek, “all of Qo’noS stands
with you and your other allies. Qo’noS and the
Imperial First City out.”
Aboard the lead Sernaix warship the Po’to’shia,
the second in command looked at its commanding
officer and said “You said hours ago: “Set a course
for Qo’noS, we’re going to erase that planet off the
starcharts. TODAY IS A GREAT DAY FOR THE
KLINGON EMPIRE TO DIE.” Don’t you remember?
You seemed as if you wanted to obliterate the
Klingon Empire, I thought it was in revenge for the
attack they started on us; so now why are we
forming an alliance with them?”
“Silent underling,” said The Commander, “I have
my reasons, the Klingons can be useful to a means,
and I promise you; this alliance will end with the
destruction of their fleets and Qo’noS. Does that
please you?”
 “For the moment,” replied The Second, “but I
would enjoy it better if we were to destroy them
NOW!”
“Wouldn’t we all,” replied The Commander, “but
all good things come to those who wait, and that
will make the destruction of the Klingons all the
better!”
“Agreed Commander, pardon me for questioning
your orders,” replied The Second.
“When it comes to the Klingon fleet, I want one
of our ships to join with a few of theirs,” ordered
The First, “this way their Bird-of-preys will also be
able to cloak allowing us to launch a surprise attack
on Earth and wipe every major government and
military contingency.”
“Right away sir,” replied The Second, “I’ll contact
the Klingons to inform them that our ships will be
physically joined with theirs so they can utilize our
technology and launch a surprise attack on their
worst enemy, the humans.”

*****

Borg Unicomplex
Delta Quadrant, 2376

The Borg Queen herself hated the United

Federation of Planets, three times they in-a-way
killed her. Once when she and her drones captured
and assimilated Captain Jean Luc Picard in to Locutus
of Borg and used him to try and conquer the human
race at the Battle of Wolf 3579, but he was rescued
by his crew aboard the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-D,
years later she was killed again when the USS
Enterprise NCC 1701-E followed her sphere into the
past and stopped them from preventing Earth’s First
Contact with the Vulcans; and the final time she was
killed was by Captain Kathryn Janeway herself when
a future form of Janeway, an admiral, helped
Voyager get home through the use of her many
transwarp networks, destroying both the network
and the Unicomplex. Because of all these attacks,
the new and improved Borg Queen knew that the
Federation didn’t consider the Borg a threat
anymore, but now they were ready to return and
claim their prize and destroy humanity. To do this if I
have to form an unholy alliance with the powers
overwhelming the Federation right now, so be it. To
do that, she sent out dozens of cubes and spheres to
hunt down the New Dominion, the Votality, the
Shedai, and the Sernaix.
Cube 3179 followed the Queen’s orders exactly
and within four hours after leaving the Delta
Quadrant through one of the new Transwarp Hubs
exiting into the Alpha Quadrant undetected and
made their way towards the home of Species 90912,
the Votality. At the doorstep of the Votality’s
homeworld, the Cube 3179 sent out its transmission,
‘Votality, we are the Borg; resistance is futile, you
will be assimilated if you don’t let us join you;
resistance is futile. If you choose to resist, we will
add your biological and technological distinctness to
our own, your culture will adapt to serve us;
resistance is futile.”
Eight of Thirty replied in thought to the rest of the
collective, “they’re responding, Borg, you can join
our alliance on one condition, you don’t assimilate
our people or the rest of our allies, do this and we
will help you crush the Federation.”
From her perch safely in the Delta Quadrant and
the Unicomplex, the Queen gave her orders to the
collective, “Tell them we’ll accept their terms for our
alliance if they’ll allow us to assimilate one of each of
their allies into the collective as representatives.”
The Votality knew that they couldn’t resist the
Borg’s offer, to do so would be suicide. So they sent
a data burst to Cube 3179 replying that they agreed.
The Votality’s Alliance was now complete; their plan
had come together perfectly. There was no way
United Earth’s United Federation of Planets would
survive their onslaught.

………

USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E, Deep Space Ten, & the

Temporal Research Facility

Aboard the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E, Captain

Jean-Luc Picard and the rest of his Senior Staff were
getting the rest of the crew ready for the ship to
time travel into 2163 and begin what they would
hope would be a short search for the Enterprise NX-
01. On the bridge in his center chair Picard prepared
his log.

“Captain’s Log, Supplemental, the Enterprise and the

rest of the fleet is finally ready to use the Temporal
Research Facility to jump into the past. I’m filled with
both awe and fright at the same time knowing that
we’re about to make history, but at the same time, I
feel that what we’re about to do is wrong on so
many accounts. If we slightly interfere with the
timeline, we could ruin our own future; and possibly
destroy the Federation. A lot weighs on this mission,
but I can’t help but dread the fact that the reason
we’re doing this is to make war on another species,
war that they started but somehow ignited
throughout all of time. Computer, end log.”

The researchers aboard the Temporal Research

Facility knew they had to generate a stable time
portal to allow the twelve hundred ships to pass
through together along with the Enterprise, the
Defiant and the Koval. From the facility Dr. Kerasha
Nagarui contacted the Enterprise and said, “Nagarui
to Picard, the temporal portal is ready to use, the
Romulans have agreed to stay behind and protect it
and Deep Space Ten. God speed on your mission,
Nagarui out.”
 “Contact the fleet,” ordered Picard, “You all heard
the lady, the temporal portal is set and set to the
year 2163, you have your orders, so let’s get to it.
See you all on the other side; let’s find the NX-01.”

*****

Enterprise NX-01
Tenzel-Oroko System

As the Enterprise NX-01 dropped out of warp

returning to her normal Sub-light velocities, her long
range sensors picked up on two things right away.
The first was the five Romulan Bird-of-Preys that
Starfleet knew were in the system that had crossed
the Neutral Zone, but at the same time there were
more Bird-of-Preys nearby, all on the other side of
the Neutral Zone but they were truly being crewed
by Romulans and they weren’t ready to violate the
treaty yet, at least not until they perfected their
onboard ship cloaks.
At tactical Reed quickly noticed the other Bird-of-
Preys that were on the other side and started to
wonder why everything was going wrong, so he
decided to speak up. “Sir, there are more Romulan
ships, they’re on their side of the Neutral Zone, the
thing is there might be a reason for this whole
strange situation that we are seeing right now.”
“Explain Reed,” replied Archer going back into
what he sometimes called ‘his command mode’
when he was thinking of everyone around him as his
crew- not as family- and even T’Pol knew that when
he did this it was for her safety and the safety of the
crew.
Reed spoke up again knowing that what he was
about to say would be hard for everyone to believe.
“I believe we aren’t facing Romulans on this side at
all. These five ships might have been stolen by some
unknown alien culture who are trying to trick us. I
say this because there are at least ten more Bird-of-
Preys on the Romulan side of the Neutral Zone and
they all have all their weapons locked on to the five
Bird-of-Preys on this side of the Neutral Zone.”
“Target the lead Bird-of-Prey on this side of the
Neutral Zone Mr. Reed,” ordered Archer.
“Target locked,” replied Reed, “Phase cannons,
Photonic Torpedoes and Pulse Cannons are charged
and ready.”
“FIRE,” ordered Archer.
At once all Enterprise’s weapons raced out of
their corresponding weapon ports and raced
towards the forward Bird-of-Prey as inside the
Neutral Zone the other Romulan ships did the same
thing as one D’deridex-class Warbird decloaked and
also fired on the Sernaix controlled Bird-of-Prey.
Within seconds, the Sernaix controlled Romulan
Bird-of-Prey that was being fired upon exploded well
at the same time, the D’deridex-class Warbird
recloaked, jumped to warp and left the system
leaving the ship they truly came into the past to
rescue.

*****

Earth & Orbiting San Francisco Shipyards

2163

Enterprise NX-01 was finally fully retrofitted and

ready for her eighth launch ceremony since her first
launch in 2153, the spacedock’s docking umbilical’s
were released and the ship under Ensign
Mayweather’s expert helmsmanship slowly
maneuvered out into open space on impulse power
preparing to jump to warp. “You know what to do
ensign, just don’t scratch the paint,” said Archer as
he watched on the view screen his ship flying out of
the spacedock.
“I know sir,” replied Mayweather, “ten seconds to
open space.”
“Continue on course ensign,” ordered Archer.
“Once we’ve cleared spacedock, set a course for
Alpha Theta Six.”
“Understood sir,” replied Mayweather, “course
laid in and ready to go once we’re clear.”
As Enterprise cleared spacedock, Mayweather kept
the ship at impulse until they past Mars and the
Asteroid Belt then before they hit Jupiter and Jupiter
Station, he waited for the next order but had his
finger on the button and ready to press it knowing
what it would be. “Warp two point five,” ordered
Archer. With those four words out of the Captain’s
mouth, Mayweather presses the button and the ship
jumped to warp and bolted out of the Sol System
into open space under the watchful eye of every
sensor probe, unmanned research facilities from
New Berlin colony on the Moon to the domed cities
on Mars along with its orbital platforms, and
Yosemite Station halfway between Earth and her
moon, but also under the eyes and sensors of a
combined Klingon-Sernaix warship, cloaked through
Sernaix technology. With the Enterprise gone, they
could execute their devastating mission that would
not only cripple Earth, but also bring the new United
Federation of Planets to its knees.

………

Klingon-Sernaix Offensive
Earth

As the joint Klingon-Sernaix warriors watched on

their combined ships’ view screen the Enterprise
leaving the system, they began to coordinate their
attack on Earth. “There are many inhabited
landmasses out on that watery globe. Each one has
many different countries, and each one of those
countries has a capital, where their central
governments are located; I say that we attack
everyone of this planet’s countries and kill as many
humans as physically possible before our weapons
overload, we’re discovered or until we literally
destroy this miserable planet,” said the Sernaix
Commander.
“Agreed,” replied the Klingon Commander,
Commander Durak of the House of Klarg.
“Then let’s begin our attack in about forty-six
hours, Sernaix time,” said the Sernaix Commander,
“or one Earth day in human terms. That way the
Enterprise will be long gone and any other nearby
Earth vessel will not be able to arrive to render any
aid for at least three and a quarter hours.”
“My crew will be ready to beam down to the
surface after our initial bombardment to take care of
any residual resistance or crush any that start to
form,” replied Commander Durak.
“That will not be needed Durak,” decided
Supreme Commander Ho’la’gath of the Elite Sernaix
warship Bara’gth. “But then again, your ground
troops could serve as our occupying force on the
surface, so yes, after the bombardment, send your
troops.”
“Will do Ho’la’gath,” replied Durak as he went
about his duties and picking the best men he had for
the Occupying Force that he wished he was
commanding but as a Klingon General in the Imperial
Forces, his place was on the bridge of his war fleet’s
flagship.
The Sernaix warship Bara’gth that was combined
with the IKS Jota continued to orbit Earth with their
weapons locked on over two hundred capitals while
the next attack coordinates were also locked into the
main computer and set to go whenever the first
targets were completely devastated.

………

Earth and the Unmanned Orbital Satellites

“Admiral Black, sir,” started Ensign Nathanial

Markson, “something has entered the system and is
just entered a dead stop near the asteroid belt, what
ever it is, the satellites can’t see it. They only know
something is there because whatever it is sent out a
disruption wave moving a few of the asteroids as it
stopped. That’s what the satellites detected.”
“Dispatch a MACO’s ship to investigate,” ordered
Black, “keep me notified of anything else no matter
how minor it is, anything could be about to happen,
we can’t allow Earth to be attacked again; we do not
want to re-experience what the Xindi did nine years
ago.”
“That exactly right sir,” said Markson, “but the
Xindi attack was different, we didn’t think it could
happen or even know it would. Now we know
there’s a ship or something out there that’s powerful
enough to move an asteroid as it stops; meaning it
must be big, extremely big.”
“Or a combination of more than one starship,”
suggested Admiral Black, “but as of right now,
Starfleet doesn’t know of any race that could build a
monstrosity like that and also be able to turn it
invisible by some unknown means.”
“The unknown vessel is moving again sir,”
reported Markson, “asteroids are scattering as their
hit by the invisible ship’s magnetic field or what ever
they’re using to get them out of the way. According
to the movements the satellites can detect, the ship
is heading this way, but since it’s about to leave the
asteroid field, we’re going to lose all means of
tracking it; I’m sorry.”
“Get me the president in Paris,” ordered Black, “I
want him to know about the situation.”
“Something is blocking all communication
channels, planetwide and interspace are both out,”
said Markson, “I can’t even contact the Enterprise or
any other ship; and its like Echoes one, two and
three have been destroyed but satellites report that
their still intact and broadcasting.”
“If planetwide alert statuses aren’t down, go to
Tactical Alert,” ordered Black, “send this message by
radio if you have to: “Attention all Starfleet
personnel, civilians, and alien visitors, this is not a
drill, report to your nearest disaster relief facility. As
of an hour ago, an unknown alien vessel has been
detected in this system, it’s invisible to all sensors
and satellites and was only detected because it was
able to somehow move an asteroid, it has now past
the asteroid field and because it has we have lost the
capability to track it. This unknown vessel could be
hostile or could easily want nothing to do with Earth,
but we don’t know this. It is best to act on the
assumption that this alien vessel contact is hostile
and is on an attack vector for Earth. It will take to
long to evacuate the planet and communications are
down so there is no way to contact the Enterprise
and have her return here since she is the only closest
ship since she left spacedock early this morning. We
are on our own and therefore we have to defend our
home planet ourselves. MACOS teams have been
mobilized in every country and are there to render
any assistance and protection you shall need.
Starfleet Command and Admiral Carson Black out.”
Translate that into every known language then
rebroadcast it to every nation.”
“Aye sir,” replied Markson as he started his new
delegated task knowing it wouldn’t be easy. Only it
turned out to be an easy task because he had access
to the Universal translator programmed with every
known language to date, including all Earth
languages. Within twenty minutes the alerts were
out and being rebroadcasted in one hundred
different languages.

………

About two thousand meters away from Earth the

Sernaix warship Bara’gth final came to a complete
stop in front of Earth’s moon after an hour of drastic
planning that also involved building a second Sernaix
cloaking device. Once fully stopped, the mixed crew
of Sernaix and Klingon warriors each went about
separate duties. The Klingons got ready to separate
the ship into its two separate vessels, the Klingon
battle cruiser Jota and the Sernaix warship Bara’gth.
Both ships once separated would still remained
cloaked through the means of an extra cloaking
device installed onto the Jota, for if the Jota was
seen the mission surely would fail, and that’s one
thing the Sernaix didn’t want to happen for they
wanted to be the dominate race in the new empire
the Votality was forming, but they didn’t know that
they were nothing but pawns in the Votality’s plans;
therefore the Sernaix race was going to become
nothing but foot soldiers, the Votality’s “Enforcers”
and would be considered slaves by their masters.
“Jota, come about on course Zero, Zero Mark
Zulu Zero, Recloak and set a course for the islands
near the biggest continent on Earth, destroy all
their cities, leave none alive, that would be the
western half of the planet, we’ll take care of the
eastern half. Remember our mission is to wipe out
as many puny humans as possible and destroy all
their major cities so when our ground troops
materialize on the planet’s surface, they’ll
encounter little to no resistance.”
“Acknowledged, Commander Ho’la’gath,” replied
Commander Durak, “We’re cloaked and ready to
launch our attack on Earth and her Pacific Islander
inhabitants.”
 “Excellent,” replied Commander Ho’la’gath, “my
warriors and I’ll will take our ship towards the
United States and wipe out San Francisco and then
we’ll head to Paris, France to obliterate the United
Federation of Planet’s President’s residency and
complex. May this be a glorious victory for both our
peoples!”
“When this is over and we are victorious,” started
Commander Durak, “I owe you a barrel of blood
wine.”
“I look forward to it,” growled Commander
Ho’la’gath, “but if we aren’t victorious, it will be
your blood and the blood of your crew that I will
drink of, so it is best you do not fail me, for if I taste
Klingon blood, I might just want to kill your entire
race to have it bottled for my people.”
“Is that a threat?” asked Commander Durak not
even fearing if it was for he knew to be Klingon was
to be a warrior and not a coward so he would take
any threat standing tall even if it came from this
Sernaix Patok.
“It is not a threat,” replied Commander
Ho’la’gath, “it is a promise and you best not make
me have to make good on it for I promise you, I’ll
make your death slow and painful that you’ll beg
for me to end your miserable life before I am done
torturing you allowing your blood to drip slowly
into my drinking cup then containing barrel. I
promise you this Durak, I will enjoy killing you.”
 “Then today is a good day to die,” replied
Commander Durak, “I do not fear death in fact I
welcome it with open arms for I am Klingon.”
“Then lets get this over with,” said Commander
Ho’la’gath, “that way sooner one or both of us will
be able to feast on blood.”

………

As the Bara’gth and the Jota maneuvered about

getting closer and closer to Earth, the Sernaix
warship had within its launch bay fifty Sernaix Death-
class fighters powered up, cloaked and ready for
launch and to initiate a stealth attack on minor Earth
targets. With ten meters of Earth, these cloaked
fighters left their bays and entered the atmosphere
five minutes before their mother ship and the
Klingon Bird-of-Prey could even initiate a descent
vector towards their respective targets. Aboard the
Bara’gth and the Jota both commanders realized
that their respective ships were entering the
atmosphere at too steep of a vector so both gave
their helmsman the order to level their descents by
two point seven five microns per second. Within that
margin of error being formed both ships leveled off
and continued on their own courses, one towards
California and the other towards the Asian mainland.
Not that far above San Francisco California and
Hong Kong China both the Bara’gth and the Jota
decloaked and fired on their targets. From the Jota’s
torpedo launcher came just a regular torpedo but
from the launch tube of the Bara’gth came a
Polyphasic Disintegration Torpedo that literally hit
the first building near Starfleet Command tearing a
hole right through it and causing massive
disintegration through the rest of the buildings
ventral wall. As the damage spread, it continued to a
power junction and caused an explosion, the whole
building went up in blazing fireball but no one was
killed, for as soon as the torpedo hit, its occupants
realized they were under attack and used the
transporters and transported directly to the main
building that housed all major operations and
intelligence officers. Know that all of Starfleet
Command was under attack everyone present was
transported from the facilities directly to the orbiting
spacedocks and emergency command facilities. Once
Starfleet Command itself was evacuated, the
president and remaining Starfleet Officers in Paris
France were transported off the planets surface to
be on the safe side. At the same time, they
witnessed a fleet of Sernaix fighters decloak and
open fire on the president’s residency. Earth was in a
State Of Emergency and no one knew about what
was happening at the Asian countries or deep within
Russia, yet.
From the orbital spacedocks’ view screens the
once peaceful Starfleet Command officers watched
as United Earth was ransacked, attacked and entire
communities set a blaze by some unknown enemy
and its ships all over North America. Only that was
just the beginning, for Ensign Nathanial Markson
reported from his new Operations Station, “Admiral
Black sir, incoming communication and visual from
the Hoshi Sato Institute in Kyoto Japan, and our
offices outside the Tokyo Japan Vulcan Earth
Embassy.”
“On screen,” ordered Admiral Black, “put the
transmission on audio.”
“This is Commander Hideo Yamamoto at the
Hoshi Sato Institute for Linguists in Kyoto, Japan
named after Hoshi Sato of the Enterprise NX-01;
while we’re under attack, by an unknown alien
warship. Sending you visual now.”
As the visual came in clear aboard the spacedock,
Admiral Black said, “That’s a Klingon Bird-of-Prey,
read about them from one of Enterprise’s mission
files, but it seems to be falling in and out of phase…
maybe using a Suliban cloak to conceal it just before
it launches its attack; and it seems like its about to
attack Commander Yamamoto’s building, transport
him and all its occupants out now.”
“Energizing,” came the voice of the transporter
technician, “we have them all, all fifty teachers, the
commander and thirty students. Their on three
different spacedocks, the commander is here and on
his way to Ops.”
“Sir,” said Markson, “the institute has been
destroyed, the Bird-of-Prey has recloaked, but
before it did, it seems to have set a course for Tokyo
and also launched something towards the Euro-Asia
mainland heading towards Moscow, Russia at high
speeds.”
“Get everyone out of Tokyo that will be possible
to transport before that ship gets there,” ordered
Black, “make sure you get the Vulcans too.”
“Understood sir,” replied the transporter
technician who then redistributed his orders to the
transporter rooms on the other spacedocks before
they began a coordinated evacuation of Tokyo.

………

In Russia, the Russian army was ready to face

what ever it was heading towards them at high
enough speeds that none of their planes or other
military vehicles could intercept it had no choice but
to evacuate their cities, so they brought out of
storage their old space shuttles that helped build the
International Space Station, now the main orbital
station in high Earth orbit that served as an
observation posts, a research facility and a dock for
space going vessels.
The president of Russia knew that no matter what
his people did, there just wasn’t going to be enough
time to evacuate everyone for his government-
section was to protect all the nearby countries
including all of Asia, the Middle East and India,
almost a total of 25,931,888 people because there
was no way they could launch a rescue attempt in
Japan except for the outer lying islands since the
attacking aliens only seemed to be interested in
Tokyo and Kyoto. Either way, the president knew
they had to try, so he told his aid, “Contact Starfleet
Command.”
“San Francisco and Paris have both been
destroyed sir,” replied the aid, “whatever you were
hoping for isn’t going to happen sir, we’re on our
own.”
“Try the orbital facilities, try the International
Space Station or spacedocks; someone still has to be
there.”
Before the aid could even try her
Communications board went off, “Sir, incoming
transmission from Admiral Black aboard one of the
San Francisco Planitia Shipyard spacedocks.”
“Admiral, we’re in trouble down here,” said the
Russian President, “I have so many people to
evacuate and too little time to do it.”
“Forget it, we’ve begun transporting survivors out
of Japan, Korea, and China and there is surprisingly a
lot, the attacks are only on government and Starfleet
facilities, we’re about to begin transporting your
people to the International Space Station, standby.”
“Admiral, the Klingon Bird-of-Prey has left Japan,”
reported Markson, “it’s now heading towards Russia,
following what I believe now was a probe they
launched, an armed probe; I believe it’s intended to
take out the main nuclear reactor. The resulting
explosion will take out Moscow, and half of Europe.”
 “We need to get MACO cruiser launched now to
protect the rest of our Earth based facilities and alien
embassy, Earth is in a State of Emergency and its up
to us to bring order to all this chaos and to do that;
we’ll need the MACOs,” ordered Black, “General
Casey to Ops.”
Twenty minutes later, General Casey stepped off
the turbo lift and said, “You called for me admiral,
what do you need? Starfleet’s never turned to the
military except for Captain Archer keeping a team
aboard the Enterprise since the Xindi incident.”
“We need you to get your ships into the air down
there and take out those alien ships terrorizing Asia,
Russia, and the United States,” ordered Black.
“Would if we could admiral,” replied General
Casey, “this is the only spacedock with a MACOs
ship, all the rest were down at Starfleet Command’s
Military Facility and were destroyed in the attack.
There’s no way one ship can take care of this
problem, I suggest you recall Enterprise and the rest
of your ships in deep space and handle this
problem.”
“All the ships are too far out,” replied Black,
“Enterprise is by far the closest and that would only
be because of the Captain’s and T’Pol’s wedding
being held here at Earth, they’re at the Pearl
Nebula.”
“That’s not good with her being the only closest
ship,” sighed General Casey, “but call her back
anyways, and do the same with all your other ships
too.”
“Ensign Markson, contact the Enterprise,”
ordered Black, “put the transmission through from
my office directly to Archer’s Ready Room. I got
some bad news to deliver.”

*****

As the Sernaix warship Bara’gth got closer to

Starfleet Command, Commander Ho’la’gath went
over to his Tactical Officer and said “Arm our
Polyphasic Disintegration Torpedoes, once we’re in
weapons range of Starfleet Command Headquarters,
decloak and open fire, then recloak and set a course
for their landing pads for their shuttle pods and
MACOs’ warships. We have to destroy them before
we can move on to Paris and wipe out the United
Federation of Planets’ president. Once those three
things are done, we’ll return to North America and
continue to barrage each one of their major cities
until there is nothing left.”
“Course for Paris, France laid in commander,”
replied the helmsman of the Bara’gth, “we can open
a minor vortex and be there within ten minutes or
we can just continue on impulse and take about an
hour to get there.”
“Open the portal,” ordered Commander
Ho’la’gath, “take us to Paris.” He then continued his
orders, “tactical, rearm our Polyphasic Disintegration
Torpedoes, have them ready for firing as soon as we
emerged from the vortex.”
“Acknowledged,” replied the Tactical Officer,
“your will is my command Commander.”
Within seconds, the Bara’gth opened up a portal
and vanished from both optical and sensor view, just
to reappear to sensors right in front of the United
Federation of Planets’ President’s residency. Right
after the portal closed, the Bara’gth opened up a
massive burst of three Polyphasic Disintegration
Torpedoes wiping out the mansion and three city
blocks leaving nothing but a crater in its wake. With
her final mission done, the Bara’gth reopened the
portal and returned to the United States only this
time to its capital before the third world war,
Washington D.C., for that’s when the nation’s capital
fell to the Eugenics War’s pre-augments causing
Earth’s first Atomic Horror.
The first target of the Sernaix in the once proud
United States capital was the remnants of the white
house and the Lincoln Memorial, within a few
moments both became ruble. Their next target was
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania because they were sticking
with the plan of attacking historical American sites,
places that would surely make humans mad to see
literally destroyed with nothing but craters left in
their wake. “This is why we’ll be victorious my
warriors,” started Commander Ho’la’gath, “these
humans don’t think they’re vulnerable here, but
we’ll show them that we can strike fear into the
hearts of our enemies, even on their own
homeworld. We have destroyed enough on this side
of this planet, let’s go assist the Klingons in the
Pacific half, on to Russia my warriors.”
When the Sernaix warship Bara’gth exited its
portal in Russia all they found was a crater. Moscow
was in total ruins along with all the rest of the
nearby cities, even Siberia was totaled, all its forests
leveled and all the ice melted in a nuclear explosion
forming an acidic lake. Towards Western Europe the
damage from the nuclear reactor explosion was
immense. Everything as far as the eye could see was
ruble; even the ash from the atomic cloud was still
spreading right towards England, luckily, all of Earth
had been evacuated to all the bigger orbital facilities
orbiting Earth, the Moon and Mars.

*****

Aboard the main orbital spacedock, Admiral

Maxwell Black sat in solitude in his temporally Ready
Room contemplating what he had just witnessed
happening on his home planet. Earth lay in
shambles, of course everything could be rebuilt, and
maybe it would be better. Coming out of his ready
room, he walked over to Ensign Markson and said
“Contact Captain Archer aboard the Enterprise for
me, put the communication through to his Ready
Room directly from mine, I’ve got some bad news to
deliver.”
 TWENTY-SIX

Year: 2367
Temporal Research Facility/ Empok Nor

“Empress Donatra, long range sensors have

picked up a fleet of Borg ships entering the system,
their on course for the Temporal Research Facility,”
said Tactical Officer Dhael aboard the warbird
Valdore.
“Have they even detected or sent a wave towards
the station?” demanded to know Empress Donatra.
“I would believe they have detected Empok Nor
Empress,” informed Dhael, “but their interests seem
to be more into the Temporal Research Facility; and
also now that they have gotten closer our sensors
detect 5000 Borg ships with another 10000 and a
Diamond on the way.”
“The Borg Queen is known to travel in a diamond-
shaped ship,” stated Donatra, “I would presume that
she’s coming to personally witness the destruction
or assimilation of both the research facility and the
station. There’s nothing we can do here, we’re
largely outnumbered, order the fleet to cloak and
stand-by, we’ll try to mount a defense but we might
have to escape with the rest of the Federation fleet
through the time portal to 2163 and warn Captain
Picard of what’s happened here. Empok Nor and the
Temporal Research Facility are lost.”
Minutes later, “Borg fleet now within one
hundred meters of the research facility, their firing,”
reported Dhael, “if this borage continues the facility
will lose shields in less than two minutes, at that
time the Borg will board and assimilate both the
crew and the facility. I suggest we leave through the
portal now while we still have the chance.”
“Agreed,” replied Donatra, “the fleet will have to
de-cloak to travel through the portal, we have no
choice but to leave behind ten vessels to protect the
rest while we make our escape and form a
distraction for the Borg, they can join us later if they
manage to survive.”
“Donatra to all vessels, de-cloak and head for the
time portal, also I need the last ten ships to de-cloak
first and slowly orbit the fleet as we leave and fire at
the Borg ships to distract them so we can leave and
warn the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E and Captain
Jean-Luc Picard of what’s happened here. Donatra
out.”
On the main view screen of the Valdore, Donatra
watched as ten warbirds de-cloaked and started
flying around the fleet firing on the advancing Borg
ships but the Borg didn’t fire back for they didn’t
consider the Romulans a threat… yet, for their
mission only involved the Temporal Research Facility
and to assist the New Dominion. Surprised at what
she was seeing, Donatra turned to the helmsman
and ordered, “Don’t take us through the portal yet,
we’ll take up the middle, we should see why these
Borg ships aren’t retaliating on our forces yet.”
Twenty minutes into the evacuation of the
Romulan forces the Borg made their move just as
Dhael reported “The Temporal Research Facility’s
shields have failed, they’ve been boarded, and the
Borg have turned their attention to us and the
station, only the station’s shields were hit by an anti-
graviton emitter that one of the warbirds fired at a
Borg cube only it missed disabling the stations
shields instead making it so much easier for the Borg
to finish it off and the Romulans to watch in horror
as the shields flickered out of existence. Seconds
after the shields failed, Empok Nor exploded killing
all Starfleet and Romulan personnel aboard. Only the
Romulan fleet was left to defend a weakened and
almost fully assimilated Temporal Research Facility,
in all their effort to protect it, the Romulans had
failed.
“GET US OUT OF HERE, TAKE US INTO THE
PORTAL NOW,” ordered Donatra. With that order,
the remaining two hundred out of five hundred
Romulan warbirds headed through the time portal
together only the last ship through followed Picard’s
last order before he left almost a day earlier, “IF YOU
HAVE TO ABANDEN THE RESEARCH FACILITY, DON’T
LET IT FALL INTO ENEMY HANDS; DESTROY IT
YOURSELF”, so knowing that was his final order given
by the Mission’s Commanding Officer, that warbird’s
Tactical Officer fired two Tricovalt Explosives directly
at the facility destroying it and three of the closest
Borg cube ships and sphere.

*****

Year: 2163
Pearl Nebula

“Captain Picard,” reported Lieutenant

Commander Sulu at the Operations Station, “I’m
picking up activity from the exit aperture for the
time portal, a fleet of Romulan Warbirds has
emerged and their broadcasting a priority distress
call on Federation channels.”
“Romulan?” said Picard, “but we left them in
2367 to protect the Temporal Research Facility,
something terrible must have happened for Donatra,
if it’s her, to send her whole fleet here into the past,
but what?”
At the Communications Station, Commander
Ruiana looks up from her data screen and says,
“Captain, the lead Romulan warbird is hailing us, it’s
the Valdore.”
“Open to channel,” ordered Picard, “put it on
screen.”
 In less than three seconds, the face of Empress
Donatra appeared on the Enterprise-E’s main view
screen, and then she spoke. “Captain Picard, I’m
afraid I’ve got some bad news. The Temporal
Research Facility has been engaged by the Borg, we
had no choice but to come here. The facility was in
the process of being assimilated when we left, our
last warbird through the portal launched two
Tricovalt explosives at it destroying it and three Borg
cubes. Also Empok Nor/Deep Space Ten has also
been destroyed. To save my fleet, we had no choice
but to come here, can we be of any assistance?”
“Have your ships re-cloak and join us in the
search for the Enterprise NX-01,” ordered Picard,
“she’s out there somewhere and we have to find her
before the New Dominion does or it could be
disastrous for the timeline,” said Picard.
“What the Captain means,” started T’Lin, “is that
my parents are aboard that ship and I haven’t been
born yet. Therefore if their ship is destroyed, I would
never have existed and that would in turn prevent
my heroics at The Battle of Empok Nor from ever
happening, meaning a terrible defeat would have be
the outcome for both the United Federation of
Planets and the Imperial Romulan State.”
“Understood Captain,” replied Donatra, “each
one of my ship’s commanding officers know what
the Enterprise NX-01 looks like so if it’s ok with you,
my ships can remain cloaked and spread out and
search this sector and the nearby sectors much
quicker thus making your search that much faster.”
“Make it so,” ordered Picard, “just tell your ships
to remain cloaked at all times and to relay their
coordinates once they’ve found the NX-01.”
“Acknowledged Captain, Valdore out,” replied
Donatra. She then relayed Picard’s orders to the
remaining 500 ships in her fleet, and then watched
as they cloaked and departed in opposite directions
leaving her warbird uncloaked and waiting to
rendezvous with the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E.
 TWENTY-SEVEN

Elsewhere in the Alpha Quadrant light years away

from the future Federation and Romulan vessels was
in a dead stop the Enterprise NX-01, she had just
entered a system that seconds earlier had two
uncloaked Sernaix warships running some kind of
classified experiment. An experiment that brought
forth the newest Sernaix warship from a point three
hundred years into the future, a ship that utilized
Human, Vulcan, Andorian, Tellarite, Klingon,
Romulan, Trill, Bajoran, Cardassian, Breen,
Jem’Hadar, Borg and Tholian technologies to create
a massive warship. Because of this ships existence
Starfleet would presume that sometime in the far off
future the war came to an end and the New
Dominion had won. Thus both Starfleet and the
Federation itself suffered a drastic defeat or some
sort of unholy treaty came about, a treaty that either
joined allies of the Federation with the New
Dominion or… Now that didn’t matter for the New
Dominion had finally built a warship that would bring
about their victory quicker through the means of the
ship’s time-traveling device, the Federation would be
crushed.
Commander Tresa’ra Dex of the New Dominion
warship Broga’Na’Goxa found himself on the bridge
of the most powerful starship ever imagined, one
that no intelligent mind would have ever conceived,
for it possessed the good and the bad of ever alien
culture that went into its design. From the
Federation it inherited Shield Enhancers, Anti-Matter
Mines, an Engine Overload Weapon, a Chain
Reaction Pulsar, a Shield Disruptor, the Gemini
Effect, two banks of Point Defense Phasers and a
Corbomite Reflector.
With those Federation technologies it was
designed with, it had the reasons why the United
Federation of Planets became a major power in the
universe, so to make it even deadlier the designers
all said “Why not make her even deadlier and add
those weapons counter parts from the Klingons, the
Romulans, the Cardassians and the Borg?” All the
present decided that it would be a great idea so they
went to work gathering the materials from their
conquered subjects. From the Klingon Empire they
got a Tachyon Detection Grid, the Klingon version of
Anti-Matter Mines known as Gravity Mines, a
Weapons Enhancer, a Polaron Torpedo, the Klingon
version of the Federations’ Chain Reaction Pulsar,
and an Ion Cannon dissected directly from
Chancellor Martok’s Negh’Var.
 “We need more weapons,” cried one of the
designers of the Broga’Na’Goxa, “let’s get them from
the Romulans next. Knowing them though, we might
have to kill their Praetor first and for good measure,
a few of their Senators.”
“Agreed,” replied the other designers, so they
took their most intimidating Sernaix warship to
Romulus to obtain the next weapons they wanted.
Once there, they gathered up a Cloak Enhancer so
their new warship wouldn’t have to decloak to fire
its mighty weapons, a Myotronic Inhibitor to help
prevent the ship from being destroyed before it
could unleash its deadly attacks, a Sensor Jammer to
disable all sensors of enemy vessels in its wake, a
Phase Cloak (an Interphase Generator) which would
alter the warship’s molecular structure so it could
pass right through physical structures unseen and a
Shield Inversion Beam to disable enemy shields while
strengthening their own.
“Now on to Cardassia and their vessels special
weapons,” said the head New Dominion Designer,
“we almost have the most powerful warship ever
constructed in over… well since the beginning of
space travels recorded history.”
At Cardassia, the Sernaix designers realized they
had already gathered many weapons that did the
same thing but by different means. So all they
needed to gather was a Flux Wave to send any ship
in range into a dangerous spin that would make it
easier to destroy while its Inertial Dampeners were
trying to compensate, next Remotely Piloted Drones
were gathered that would be extremely hard for an
enemy vessel to evade, a Plasma Cannon for
planetary bombardment, and a Impulse Engine
Booster to boost the speed of its impulse engines.
“Finally our mighty warship is complete, our New
Dominion leaders will be very happy to find that they
have one powerful warship to do the job of an entire
assault fleet without having to be escorted or
protected by other vessels,” said the head designer.
“The only problem is their obviously going to want us
to mass produce these vessels and that my friends is
going to be extremely hard no matter how we try it
for we’re now out of dilithium, metal, and anti-
matter to even build a small shuttle for this ship, but
then again it hardly even needs one for it can even
survive flying into the chromospheres of any star.
“Sir our long range sensors are picking up a single
Borg cube escorting a Diamond towards this planet,”
said the ensign manning the sensory station.
“Relax,” ordered the head designer, “the Borg are
our allies, there is nothing to fear, maybe they have
something to contribute to our warship, it just better
not be technology that will require the ship to be
assimilated or to house drones aboard. This ship
wasn’t designed for the need of drones for
commanding, there isn’t even room for a
regeneration chamber.”
“Incoming transmission from the diamond,”
reported the ensign.
 “On viewer,” ordered the designer.
Within moments the ugly face of the Borg Queen
herself appeared on the viewer and as she spoke her
voice sent shivers down the spines of the organic
beings listening to her. “I have brought a weapon like
a tractor beam but better for your massive New
Dominion warship, this weapon will allow you to
capture and hold in place an enemy vessel as you
destroy it while preventing it from retaliating, it’s the
same beam that we use to capture vessels we’re
about to assimilate, it makes resistance futile. I
present you with a Holding Beam and a Technology
Assimilating Beam. The Holding Beam does as it says,
holds and immobilizes vessels, the Technology
Assimilating Beam will allow you to take and
assimilate new technologies to your ship that it
doesn’t already possess.”
“Thank you, your Excellency,” said the head
designer, “your weapons will make our New
Dominion warship the best in all four quadrants.”
“You’re welcome,” said the Borg Queen, “I
suggest you send this ship into the past now to
destroy the Enterprise NX-01 in 2163 before Captain
Picard’s fleet finds her like they originally did which
prolonged the war. If you destroy her then you’ll
create a time paradox where Captain T’Lin Archer
was never born and then the Federation forces will
be defeated at Empok Nor by the Romulans loyal to
Praetor Tal’Aura. When that happens they will never
time travel to save the NX-01 and we’ll have wiped
out the United Federation of Planets in its infancy.
No one will be able to stop us and the New
Dominion. Long lived our empires.”

*****

Year: 2163
Enterprise NX-01
Alpha Quadrant

“Captain,” spoke Lieutenant Malcolm Reed, “I got

some bad news, sensors have just picked up two
enemy vessels in this system, whatever their doing,
it’s just opened a portal and a vessel is emerging.
Whatever it is, it’s designed just like our two buddies
out there and it’s big, extremely big, I’d estimate
that its over five hundred meters long, with at most
one hundred decks. Unless these readings are
wrong, I’d believe we’re dealing with a massive
dreadnought with enough fire power to take out our
hull-plating and destroy us with one shot not to
mention to annialate an entire planet. This thing
makes the Xindi Super Weapon look like child’s play;
we’re in trouble if we don’t get out of here NOW.”
“I agree with Reed Aisha,” thought T’Pol to her
husband, “if we don’t get out of here, not only is
Enterprise going to be destroyed but our child will be
killed before he or she even takes its first breath.”
“We don’t want that now do we sweetheart,”
thought Jonathan back to her. He then turned his
attention to giving his orders. “Reed, have they
detected us?”
“I don’t believe so sir,” answered Reed.
“Then polarize the hull-plating,” ordered Archer,
“hopefully that will displace their scans.
Mayweather, get us out of here now, Warp Seven.
Engage.”

****

USS Enterprise NCC-1701-E & IRS Valdore

Pearl Nebula

Both aboard the Enterprise and the Valdore

sensors started going off, mostly the long range
sensors and the tachyon detection sensors. “Pin
point where that’s coming from,” ordered Donatra
to her Tactical Officer, “Communications, get me
Captain Picard.”
On the Enterprise Picard was giving the same
orders as Donatra had, “Mr. Worf, pin point the area
of that disturbance, Commander Ruiana, get me
Empress Donatra now, I need to know if their
detecting the same thing?”
“She’s hailing us,” replied Commander Ruiana,
“putting it on screen.”
“Captain Picard, our sensors are picking up
tachyon particles in a nearby system, according to
our scans, there’s a portal that connects to the
future, about three hundred years from now so I’d
say to the year 2463, while there’s something
coming through that portal, and whatever it is, it’s
massive.”
“I’m picking up the same readings captain,”
reported Worf.
“Also there’s something else Empress… Captain,”
reported The Valdore’s Tactical Officer and Worf at
the same time well on the bridges of their respective
ships.
“What?” asked Picard and Donatra at the same
time.
“Sensors have locked onto a NX-class vessel
pretty close to those coordinates, it could be the
Enterprise NX-01,” reported the Tactical Officer and
Worf at the same time again.
“Engage the cloak and wrap it around the
Enterprise too,” ordered Donatra, “helm set a course
for those coordinates, warp eight.”
Once the Enterprise was safely in the Valdore’s
shields and the cloak was concealing both ships
Donatra gave her next order, “Engage.” Both the
Valdore and the Enterprise jumped to warp to the
rescue of the Enterprise NX-01.
As both the Enterprise and the Valdore got closer
and closer to the coordinates, their sensors started
to tell that whatever ship the NX-class vessel was it
was retreating from the system at warp seven while
at the same time the two ships at the portal and the
massive thing coming through that sensors now
identified as a ship weren’t in pursuit at all. For some
reason they were still remaining stationary at their
last known coordinates. “Contact the other Romulan
warbirds, give them the coordinates of the NX-class
vessels and its projected course, have them intercept
it and while remaining cloaked stay with it.”
“Not a good idea Captain,” said T’Lin, “my father
designed beacons that can detect cloaked ships,
mostly cloaked Suliban ships, but they worked on a
Klingon ship before and a Romulan ship. So if he
suspects that their being followed by anything, he
might end up deploying those beacons, their
connected to the ship’s grappler making it easy to
deploy and retract them. I suggest that the
Romulans just keep the NX-class ship within sensor
range at all times until we can get there.”
“Alright, T’Lin,” said Picard, “it’s most likely your
parents’ ship anyways, so we’ll do this your way for
now.”
 THE VOID

Realm of Light
Votality Homeworld/ Votality Space

Ensign Hoshi Sato Archer couldn’t remember her

young life nor did she know who the father of the
new life inside her was, all she could remember was
that she and her soul companion in whatever realm
she was in were both swallowed up by some sort of
light when the shuttlepod they were in exploded. “I
must be dead,” she thought, “that’s the only way to
explain what I’m feeling and what I’m in; but where
are all the souls of my family, where is God?”
“You are not dead,” came a voice, “you are in our
realm now. All the lives we claim in this war come
here as long as we alone killed them, not our mortal
allies.”
“If I’m not dead,” started Hoshi, “then how can
you say ‘killed’?”
“To the humans and other beings of your realm,
your reality, they witnessed you die in some way,”
said the voice, “to them you are dead. There for no
matter what the outcome of this war, you are stuck
here forever.”
“You cannot keep me here against my will,”
screamed Hoshi, “I will fight you if I have to regain
my freedom.”
“You will fail,” replied the voice, “your existence
was doomed from the very beginning Ensign Hoshi
Sato Archer.”
“What?” asked Hoshi, “who is this Ensign Hoshi
Sato Archer?”
“You,” replied the mysterious voice, “you are
Ensign Hoshi Sato Archer, once married to Captain
Jonathan Archer of the starship Enterprise NX-01.”
“What do you mean once married,” demanded
Hoshi, “I’m still married to him then.”
“No you are not,” replied the voice, “your ex-
husband thinks you’re dead, therefore he remarried,
and his new wife is his Vulcan Science Officer/First
Officer, a Commander T’Pol.”
“That name sounds familiar,” thought Hoshi, “and
so does the word Enterprise, I was her
Communications Officer.” Out loud she asked “How
long have I been dead?”
“In human terms, three months, four weeks and
three days,” replied the voice.
“While then,” started Hoshi, “my life is over as I
knew it, but I still want to return to my reality. I will
fight you, I will escape.”
 “As I said you cannot escape,” said the voice this
time in a more demanding louder tone, “anyways I
thought you said you couldn’t remember anything.”
“My memory is starting to come back,” replied
Hoshi, “and because it is, soon somehow I’ll think of
a way to escape this god forsaken realm.”
“We are gods,” replied the voice, “just not our
gods, and anyways you must as well start getting
used to this realm because when we win this war, all
your realms species will be joining you here, at least
the ones that aren’t killed that is.”
Then that was that, Hoshi had nothing else to say,
the realm she was in was to be her prison, there was
no going home, her future and the future of her child
was bleak. So she started to drift around the void not
knowing what to do or who’d she drift into. There
was just no place for her to go that she started
thinking “only if I could just curl up and die, then at
least this horrible nightmare would end unless it isn’t
a nightmare. Well maybe I should just pinch myself
to find out.” Pinching first her right arm then her left
arm proved to be fruitless, all her pinching caused
was a red mark to form on her skin, this nightmare
she realized wasn’t a horrible dream, but a very
horrible reality. “I wish I did die in that shuttlepod
explosion,” she shouted.
“Don’t say that,” said her only soul companion,
Major Laura, “anyways I also remember something,
the wreckage that we were investigating when we
‘died’ wasn’t from the NX-02 Columbia, it was
actually from the NX-05 Republic, Enterprise’s
sensors must still have been out of alignment along
with the view screen or everything happened so
quickly that T’Pol nor your husband couldn’t get any
of the important information before she met her
doom.”
“First don’t call Captain Archer my husband
anymore, after we died, he went and married
Commander T’Pol anyways, he did always have
feelings for her, I knew that from the beginning.
Anyways, even since the first day she came aboard
the ship and while we were married he would look at
her ass as it she had something that I just never
would have,” said Hoshi, “so its not important
anyways, he saw the shuttlepod explode and
watched us die, he had a right to move on. I forgive
him for marrying that attractive Vulcan female.”
“Truthfully then,” started Major Laura, “we
should stay here, not escape and be thankful that
were not really dead.”
“Do that by yourself,” said Hoshi, “I’m going back
and killing Jonathan and T’Pol before they can have
children.”
“If you really want them dead,” started Major
Laura, “help the Votality destroy the Enterprise,
don’t go back and do it yourself, that would just be
plain awkward.”
“Help the enemy?” asked Hoshi, “are you crazy or
just insane? If I go back and kill them myself, many
innocent people won’t die unlike if I just help these
aliens destroy the whole ship.”
“Well that way you could have your revenge on
not just your ex-husband and T’Pol, but also on the
whole crew that supported them in getting married,”
replied Major Laura.
“Well maybe you’re right,” said Hoshi, she then
started thinking about how to form an alliance with
the race that the mysterious voice belonged to.
 TWENTY-EIGHT

Enterprise NX-01
En Route out of the Pearl Nebula

“Captain whatever it was coming through that

portal back there is almost fully through,” said
Lieutenant Reed, “we’re not going to be able to out
run it.”
“Understood Lieutenant,” replied Captain Archer,
“but we can sure as hell try.”
“Course Captain?” asked Mayweather.
“Set a course for…” started Archer, “anywhere’s
but here.”
“Strange order,” thought Mayweather, but he
executed it anyways forcing the Enterprise to pivot in
space and turn towards the Neutral Zone, the
Romulan Neutral Zone and the unmanned
Federation Sensor Probes built within asteroids to
monitor Romulan activity and to make sure the
Romulans stayed behind the neutral zone that was
formed by treaty to end the Earth-Romulan War that
lead up to the founding of the United Federation of
Planets.
“Sir we’re picking up a distress call from a Soudan
vessel,” said the lady at the Communications Station,
“their inside the Romulan Neutral Zone and they’re
under attack. They’re requesting assistance.”
“Open to channel,” ordered Archer.
“Channel open sir,” replied the Comm. Officer.
“This is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Federation
starship Enterprise, by treaty we cannot enter the
Neutral Zone, but we will give you a tactical
advantage,” replied Archer. “Target the Bird-of-
Prey’s nacelles then her auxiliary shield grid. Lastly
wipe out her bridge. Either she’ll explode or be
disabled, once you’re clear, set a rendezvous with us,
we’ll stay here with our sensors locked on you.”
“Thank you Enterprise,” replied the Soudanian
Captain, “see you soon.”
Pushing the sensors and residual scanners to their
limits, T’Pol was able to get the battle that was
happening near the border of the Neutral Zone onto
Enterprise’s forward view screen allowing the bridge
officers to watch as the tiny Soudanian vessels was
rocked back and forth by disrupter fire as she got
lucky shot after lucky shot off at the Romulan Bird-
of-Prey. Jonathan couldn’t take it though he wanted
to take his ship into the Neutral Zone and finish off
the Romulans but he also knew doing so would
violate the new treaty. He knew though that T’Pol
wouldn’t have thought anything about it unless she
had some idea on assisting them without
threatening Enterprise and endangering the whole
ship and the fledgling Federation.
“We do still have the Suliban cell ship that we
used to infiltrate the Romulan base during the war,”
thought T’Pol to him, “it has weapons, you and I can
take that and go and assist the Soudanian vessel
without the Romulans knowing that we got
involved.”
“We could do that T’Pol,” thought Jonathan to his
wife, “but you’re not going, if you’ve forgotten, your
pregnant.”
“This is exactly what Admiral Black meet I bet,”
thought T’Pol, “you don’t want to send me into the
fray because you’re afraid something will happen to
me, and you yourself told him that you would be able
to send me into the fray but it would be hard. Just
because I’m pregnant now doesn’t mean that the
same doesn’t apply.”
“Alright,” thought Jonathan, “if you put it like that
Aisha, let’s go, but I want you to stay close to me,
understood?”
“Yes,” thought T’Pol, “it’s understood Aisha,
you’re just trying to look out for my safety and the
safety of our unborn child, I can accept that.”
With that one thought understood and
acknowledged, Jonathan got out of his chair as T’Pol
did the same and headed towards the turbolift
meeting each other halfway. Just before they
entered the lift Jonathan turned back around and
said, “Malcolm, you have the bridge, T’Pol and I are
going to take the Suliban cell ship and assist the
Soudanians.”
“Alright Captain,” replied Malcolm as he left his
Tactical Station and took the Captain’s chair, “you
two just be careful, I don’ want to have to take this
ship into the Neutral Zone after you.”
“You won’t have to,” replied Archer, “just set a
course for two light years from here. After we’ve
assisted the Soudanians, we’ll rendezvous with you
along with them.”
“See you soon Captain,” replied Malcolm.
“The Enterprise is yours for the time being,” said
Archer as he entered the turbolift, “I expect her back
in one piece.” The turbolift doors then closed and it
descended down to the launch bay deck.

*****

Romulan Neutral Zone

Soudanian vessel/Suliban Cell ship Offensive

“Jonathan, we’ll be in range of the Soudanian and

Romulan Bird-of-Prey in about ten minutes,”
reported T’Pol.
“Bring the weapons online dear,” ordered
Jonathan, “prepare to disengage the cloak.”
As the tiny Suliban ship got closer and closer
towards the Soudanian and Romulan vessel,
Jonathan and T’Pol could tell that the Romulan ship
was designed exactly like the Bird-of-Prey’s that they
were facing during the Earth-Romulan War, in fact, it
was one of the ships Enterprise herself had severely
damaged except now she was back with enhanced
systems and weapons. Studying what her sensors
were reading, T’Pol almost never noticed that they
had gotten within a meter of the Romulan ship’s
underbelly. “Decloak now and fire,” ordered
Jonathan.
T’Pol hit the targeting controls quickly decloaked
the cell ship and fired their disrupters then recloaked
as quickly before the Romulans could get a weapons
lock. Jonathan brought the tiny ship to another set of
coordinates underneath the Bird-of-Prey and
ordered T’Pol to repeat her procedure as before.
Both shots hit their mark but only scorching the
underbelly of the enemy ship.
“I knew this would happen,” thought Jonathan,
“Suliban weapons aren’t that powerful to damage
Romulan vessels, but they were able to damage
Enterprise.”
“Targeting their warp reactor might work,”
suggested T’Pol in a thought knowing so well that
Jonathan would like her idea.
“I love how you think T’Pol,” said Jonathan
deciding to start speaking again so he could
concentrate more on piloting the cramped cell ship
into enemy territory, “but to do that we’d have to
get a lucky shot off from where we are now and also
get through their energy shield.”
 “Have the Soudanians target the reactor from up
above as we do so from below,” said T’Pol, “there’s
no way the Romulan shields will hold.”
“We can try,” replied Jonathan, “open a channel
to the Soudanians and tell them your plan.”
T’Pol did as she was told but also added in some
ideas that she hadn’t voiced yet. Seconds later, she
said “The Soudanians have replied Jon, they’ll follow
our lead, but they feel that they should start the
attack first on the upper half of the ship before we
begin ours on the under half.”
“Agreed T’Pol,” said Jonathan, “let me know
when they’ve initiated their attack.”
Before T’Pol could even say ok or even think it the
Soudanian vessel targeted the main reactor of the
Romulan Bird-of-Prey and fired. Neither Jonathan
nor T’Pol had time to react and lock onto their target
before the Soudanians flew in towards the top half
of the reactor and opened fire, only that would have
been the case though if T’Pol wasn’t a Vulcan, lucky
for her and her husband, T’Pol was quicker than the
Soudanians and opened fire just as the Soudanian
vessel got into weapons range of the reactor.
“Why’d you fire before the Soudanians?” thought
Jonathan.
“I just remembered something,” T’Pol thought
back, “about the Soudanians.” She then gave
Jonathan full access to her thoughts.
“I see,” thought Jonathan, “they’re a deceitful
race and even though their ship looks weak they
have a weapon that would have incinerated the
Romulans and us along with them. They didn’t need
our help, it was a trap.”
“Fire again T’Pol,” ordered Jonathan, “target the
Romulans’ primary reactor again and also tap into
their ships computer and use it to destroy the
Soudanian vessel, if they have one of the
Arrenhe’hwiua Telecapture System and use it as long
as they have it for we have no choice but to destroy
those traitors. The Soudanians did this to get us into
this predicament so they could kill us and our unborn
child before he or she ever gets to see the light of
day.”
“Wait,” thought T’Pol as she watched the
Soudanian vessel fire a regular disruptor blast at the
Romulan Bird-of-Prey’s reactor at the same time she
hit her firing controls and returned fire on the
underbelly of the same reactor causing, the
combined attack causing an explosion to begin deep
within the bowels of the Bird-of-Prey tearing through
the rest of the ship splitting it in half before causing
an anti-matter containment breach.

*****

Earth

Admiral Black wasn’t in the best of moods, earlier

he couldn’t get in contact with Enterprise at the
Pearl Nebula and now long rang sensors had
detected a fleet of Klingon Bird-of-Preys entering the
Sol System but just sitting there waiting by Pluto.
From their actions the admiral knew something was
up, that they were waiting for something. As the
hours past he started to think that the Klingons were
waiting to ambush Enterprise whenever he was able
to get a communication to her and recall her home.
That way right under Earth’s nose the Klingons
would destroy Earth’s first warp five/seven starship
and the prize of Starfleet.
“Have we detected Enterprise in the Pearl Nebula
yet?” asked Admiral Black to the Andorian now
manning the sensor station aboard the orbital
command facility.
“Nai, sir,” replied the Andorian, “there’s no sign
of her but there is a fleet of ships there of unknown
origin and class. Well let me know if Enterprise
returns to the Nebula or if those ships out there do
anything. Also keep trying to contact the Enterprise
wherever she is, if you do manage to get a channel
open to her, patch it through to my office.”
“Understood Admiral,” replied the Andorian, “I’ll
do that.”
“Great,” though Black as he headed back to his
office not hearing the Andorian’s reply, “more
problems, this day is just getting worse every
minute.”

*****
Enterprise NX-01, Soudanian Vessel & Suliban Cell
Ship

On the bridge of the Enterprise Lieutenant

Malcolm Reed was glad to see the cell ship and the
Soudanian vessel coming towards the Enterprise,
now he wouldn’t have to take the ship into the
Neutral Zone to mount his own rescue mission. As
the cell ship got closer, Reed returned to his tactical
station, from there he opened the launch bay doors
and fired the ship’s grappler towards the cell ship
latching onto it and dragging it back into the launch
bay for the cell ship wasn’t like a shuttlepod that
could maneuver itself back into its docking clamps.
Returning to the bridge Jonathan headed directly
to his center chair as his wife returned to her science
station. After a short conversation using their mental
link, Jonathan turned back into being the Captain
and said, “Mayweather, once the Soudanian vessel
docks with us, prepare to jump to warp, we’re
heading back to the Pearl Nebula, Starfleet still
thinks we’re there and I think we’ve given the
Sernaix enough time to leave.”
“The Soudanians are docked sir,” reported Reed.
“Course set and warp engines ready to go sir,”
reported Mayweather.
“Engage,” ordered Archer. As quickly as he said
the words, the Enterprise pivoted in space and
headed straight for the Pearl Nebula at warp seven.
 *****

Pearl Nebula
USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E & IRS Valdore

Remaining cloaked the Enterprise and the Valdore

raced towards the coordinates of the emerging
Sernaix dreadnought, a dreadnought that they knew
nothing about except that it could wholeheartedly
destroy them with possibly one shot and end the
war and gain The New Dominion with a victory
within a week. The dreadnought was a ship that they
had to destroy at all costs no matter what because
all hope would be lost if that ship ever came in
contact with the Enterprise NX-01. So Captain Picard
and Empress Donatra decided that they had no
choice but to get detailed scans of that very
dreadnought before she left the system, so they
brought both their vessels in closer to do just that.
Within seconds of the Enterprise and Valdore
entering the system and gaining distance on the
dreadnought, the dreadnought’s Tachyon Detection
Grid detected the presence of the two cloaked
vessels only she wasn’t fully operational yet to
launch any sort of an attack so her bridge officers
relayed the coordinates of the cloaked enemy
vessels to her escort cruisers and those two cruisers
went to engage the Federation and Romulan vessels.
Thirty seconds after the cloaked vessels were
detected, the two escort cruisers were in firing range
of them, but there was a problem, they couldn’t
detect them so their weapons couldn’t get a
targeting lock on them giving the cruisers no choice
but to return to their defensive positions beside their
only dreadnought, the only one the Sernaix fleet
would ever be able to have. All they could do was
watch without even seeing a thing as the Enterprise
and Valdore’s sensors locked onto the dreadnought
and took highly magnified and detailed scans; scans
that revealed no weakness to the massive Sernaix
dreadnought.
“We have to regroup,” said Picard to his senior
officers, “we have to find the NX-01 and protect her
as I’ve been saying at all costs; but now we have no
choice but to make contact with this century’s
Starfleet and Federation, let them know we’re here
to assist them and we’re also going to have to launch
a coordinated strike against this Sernaix
dreadnought-class vessel to destroy and hope that
the Votality, the Sernaix, the Furies, the Shedai, and
the New Dominion don’t have another ship like it or
we’re going to be doomed for we’re going to lose
many ships to destroy this one.”
“I agree Captain,” said Worf during the briefing,
“but we also have to get some more allies to assist in
this fight, the Starfleet vessels of this time are…
while weak, they don’t even have shields yet.”
“We know that Worf,” said Geordi La Forge,
“that’s why during the Earth-Romulan War many
early Starfleet vessels were destroyed, but even
though some Romulan ships did cloak, they too
didn’t have shields. The only race with shields at this
time are the Andorians. Eventually they’ll share that
technology with Earth and the other members of the
Federation but mostly with Earth because Captain
Archer will eventually become Earth’s Ambassador
to Andoria so they will trust humans more than they
would Vulcans even though his wife is a Vulcan.”
“I don’t need a history lesson on my parents,”
said T’Lin, “lets get on with this briefing so we can
find them before something terrible happens to
them. My life is at stake her people.”
“T’Lin right,” said Picard, “we should get on with
this, Worf, any weaknesses to that dreadnought out
there?”
“Captain I hate to say it,” started Worf thinking
out his next words carefully for he didn’t want to
sound like a coward for he was a Klingon and
Klingons lived for the chance to die in a glorious
battle, “but there is none that I can find. It seems to
be designed with the best of every alien culture
we’ve ever come in contact with. On one final note
sir, since that ship came from the future, further
than where we came from in 2367, I’d have to report
that there is also Federation technology
incorporated into that ship, therefore I would
presume that sometime in the near future we have
lost this war and are conquered by the Sernaix.”
“We’ll Mr. Worf, we cannot allow that to
happen,” said Picard. He then hit the
communications button on the front of the briefing
room’s table and said “Helmsman, set a course out
of the Pearl Nebula, make sure we stay within the
cloaking field of the Valdore. Set a course for Earth,
warp six.” Picard turned to the Senior Officers still
sitting around the table and said “You have your
orders, dismissed.”

*****

Klingon Neutral Zone, Near the Pearl Nebula

IKS Jotara-2

“Captain, there’s a transwarp aperture opening,

there are also chronometric particles emanating
from it,” reported the Jotara-2’s tactical officer.
“A Borg ship must be coming here from the
future,” replied Captain Zurak, “decloak, raise
shields, charge disruptors. Prepare to target
whatever the Borg send through.”
“Weapons armed and ready,” reported the
Tactical Officer, “but one ship against the Borg
doesn’t stand chance.”
“Then today is a good day to die,” stated Captain
Zurak then he hit the intercom nearest the spot
where he was standing and said, “All decks, prepare
for battle.”
Moments later, three Borg cubes and two spheres
emerged from the transwarp aperture unexpectedly
encountering the Klingons for they thought they
would only find a fleet of Federation starships to
wipeout they weren’t ready to face the warrior race
in battle, but the collective would adapt.
As the aperture sealed itself shut, the Klingon
Bird-of-Prey Jotara-2 engaged the five Borg ships in a
fierce firefight ensued. None of the Borg ships were
making their emendable destruction at all easy.
Carrying their adaptive knowledge from the future,
the Borg ships were already immune to the Jotara-
2’s disrupters and torpedoes. The only thing they
weren’t adaptive to yet were their new Gravity
Mines that had just recently been put into service to
compliment the cloaked gravitic mines the Romulans
had designed. Mines that if the Borg ships were in
range would fly towards them and explode damaging
or destroying them. To launch them though would
require the Jotara-2 traveling at impulse uncloaked
deploying them as she traveled. Too bad for her, at
this moment she was under fire but her helmsman
had already set a course for Sector 3175, deep
within Klingon Space. Pulling off a maneuver to get
out of the line of fire gave the helmsman the
moment he needed to launch the ship forward into
full impulse on a course directly for Sector 3175.
From the center of the bridge, the helmsman could
hear the Captain giving his next orders to the Tactical
Officer while he concentrated on getting the ship out
of the Borg’s weapons range, a feat that proved to
be harder than he expected.
 “Tactical, now that we have some maneuvering
distance, start deploying our Gravity Mines,”
ordered Captain Zurak, “we just need to disable
those ships so we can destroy them with our other
weapons.”
“Acknowledged Captain,” replied the Tactical
Officer, “deploying mines now.” On the secondary
view screen on Zurak’s chair, the Captain could see
that from the back of the ship the Jotara-2’s bomb
bay doors had been opened and every few seconds
two to three Gravity Mines launched from the Bird-
of-Prey’s underbelly and started floating in space
and because of their preprogrammed features stated
to replicate forming more and more mines until
many groups of them were clumped together in the
advancing Borg fleets path.
Getting about three meters away from the Borg
ships, Zurak watched as the first group of launched
mines advanced forward towards the closest cube,
hit it and exploded leaving a gaping hole in the
center ship giving him the opportunity to see the
conduits inside its massive murky hull as fifteen
drones floated out into the vacuum of space. Those
drones though managed to latch onto another mine
and as they tried to get their footing on it, it to
exploded vaporizing the drones before their organic
parts fully succumb to the effects of oxygen
deprivation.
“The damaged cube is still advancing on us,”
reported the tactical officer, “and the others are
taking up flanking positions around it. Our mines
aren’t going to damage one ship at a time anymore;
they’re going to hit each ship in the group closest to
them. The mines are useless now if they stay in that
formation.”
“Never say that Ba’la,” ordered Zurak, “you are a
Klingon and there is no honor in what you have
said.”
At the Auxiliary Tactical Station, the female
Klingon there said “Two vessels are approaching
from further in Klingon space, they are Klingon and
one is a D7-class battle cruiser the other is a Vor’cha-
class attack cruiser, and we’re being hailed by the
lead ship, it’s the battle cruiser IKS Gr’oth-2 escorting
the Vor’cha-class IKS Vor’nak. They’ll be in weapons
range within five minutes; they’ll be meeting us at
Sector 3175. There’s also a D5-class battle cruiser
from this era half an hour away, it’s the IKS Kr’oth. ”
“We have to destroy these Borg ships before the
Klingons from this era get here, Captain Picard’s
orders were not to get discovered,” stated Zurak,
“after this is done, we’ll recloak and stay here and
watch what the Kr’oth does, we might have to
protect that ship for awhile, or if they seem to be
aligned with the Sernaix, the New Dominion, the
Votality, or the Furies, we’ll have to destroy them.”
“They are Klingons sir,” interrupted Ba’la, “we
can’t destroy them.”
“They are,” said Zurak, “but there are things in
our history from this era that never got recorded. It
could be because of this war that we are here to
stop from destroying our century and our peoples in
the future. We have to protect our interests as
Klingons and whatever happened here in this
century never got recorded for a reason, and I
believe that reason is an unholy alliance with the
demons, the Furies or the Sernaix. Whichever one of
the two we’re going to find ourselves facing will
regret the day they ever met a Klingon.”
“Coming up on Sector 3175,” reported the
helmsman, “the IKS Gr’oth-2 and the IKS Vor’nak are
already there and are taking up flanking positions on
both sides of us.”
“They better know it’s the Borg we’re facing,”
said Zurak, “therefore I want to have room to
maneuver.”
“They know sir,” replied Ba’la, “they’re just
making sure the Borg don’t get any lucky shots on
our weakened hull.”
As the Klingon ships finished moving into position
around each other, the five Borg ships entered
weapons range and opened fire. The first blast hit
the IKS Gr’oth-2 right in the neck between the bridge
and primary hull, the pint where the shields were the
weakest and the most vulnerable area on the whole
ship. The shields rippled and dropped down to fifty
percent efficiency but held.
“Zurak sir,” started Ba’la, “the Gr’oth-2 isn’t going
to be able to take another blast like that, not in her
shields weakened strength.”
 “Then her crew will die a glorious death,” said
Zurak, “there’s nothing we can do for them.”
The rest of the Klingon ships in the mini-fleet
including the weakened IKS Gr’oth-2 locked their
weapons onto the nearest Borg cube and let lose a
volley of disrupter fire as at the same time they fired
two torpedoes each. The volley of disrupter fire and
torpedoes hit the damaged cube right in the crater
the mines formed, a crater that was clearly being
regenerated but not fast enough. The blasts formed
by the explosion and secondary explosions rocketed
through the cube making their way to the power
core. As the explosions all over the ship converged at
the core, massive primary explosions erupted
destroying the entire ship and sending debris
rocketing towards the other Borg ships and Klingon
vessels. None of the ships though got damaged that
had strong shields, as for the IKS Gr’oth-2, her shield
strength dropped to thirty percent efficiency just as
a Borg sphere fired on her again targeting her neck
again.
The blast hit dead center on the IKS Gr’oth-2’s
neck obliterating the shields and at full strength
continued through the ship’s hull and right through
the other side. The bridge module of the ship
dropped forward into the vacuum of space as the
primary hull was rocked by explosions as her EPS
Conduits erupted; on both halves emergency force
fields tried to compensate and prevent the ship’s
remaining atmosphere from pouring out into the
darkness of space only to ripple out of existence
because the whole EPS Conduit System was fried.
The remains of the IKS Gr’oth-2 started to drift in
space as lifeless bodies of Klingon warriors drifted
out of the twisted hulk of metal along with the
remaining atmosphere; the IKS Gr’oth-2 was no
more meeting the same fate as her predecessor.
Angry the remaining Klingon officers and
commanders let lose the mighty power of their ships
targeting each Borg ship one at a time with
everything they had. From the torpedo bay of the
Vor’cha-class IKS Vor’nak a Polaron Torpedo left
heading straight towards the lead Borg cube. It
borrowed its way through the ship’s metal hull
towards the power core driving right through it and
out of the other side of the hull towards the next
ship, a Borg Sphere. A sphere that also was
destroyed by the torpedo but as that torpedo
continued onto the next Borg ship, a cube, the
remnants of the sphere that it just destroyed
managed to send the data it collected just before it
exploded. Data that allowed the remaining cubes
and spheres to adapt to the Polaron Torpedoes the
Vor’cha-class attack cruisers had become useless to
the Klingon Imperial Empire. As the Vor’cha-class
attack cruiser’s Polaron Torpedo became useless, the
crew on the bridge of the IKS Vor’nak could only
watch in horror as their last line of defense was
targeted by the Borg cube’s holding beams and hit
with a plasma beam blast destroying it. The resulting
explosion damaged the cube enough to disable its
regenerative properties and to rock the IKS Vor’nak
and the IKS Jotar-2 slightly into each other since they
were still too close to properly maneuver. While the
two ships tried to recover, another ship started to
ripple into existence.
“Sir, you’re not going to believe this…,” started
Tactical Officer Ba’la almost stuttering, “but
Chancellor Martok’s Negh’Var is decloaking off the
port bow, they’re firing their Ion Cannon directly on
to the newest leading Borg Sphere…” It took a
moment for Ba’la to regain his composure from the
shock he was reading on his sensors for what he was
about to report would make no sense for only
Martok’s Negh’Var was equipped with a cloaking
device. “Sir, there’s a whole fleet of Negh’Vars
decloaking out there.”
“Open a channel to Chancellor Martok,” ordered
Zurak.
“Commander Zurak,” started Martok as the
commander of the Jotar-2 appeared on his view
screen, “we detected your plight while you were in
the Pearl Nebula, Captain Sisco sent us to assist you,
looks like we got here just in time to save your
Sa’Hut. Fall into formation with this fleet, those
orders also go for all the ships in your mini-fleet.
Also, scan for any survivors from the Gr’oth-2;
transport them aboard your ship. ”
“My fleet is not mini,” growled Zurak, “and two
didn’t you see what happened to the Gr’oth-2?
There isn’t going to be any survivors, and sensors
already confirm that.”
“Then join this fleet now,” demanded Martok, “or
suffer the consequences.”
As the Zurak’s mini-fleet moved into formation to
join Martok’s fleet of Negh’Vars, the remaining three
Borg ships regrouped and in the process joined into
one massive ship, a Tactical-Fusion ship. This new
Borg ship advanced quickly towards the fleet of
Negh’Vars and then dropped off all their sensors as
she rippled out of existence to reform in the middle
of the fleet. By the means of quantum slip stream
travel, the Tactical-Fusion ship brought herself into
weapons range of the whole Klingon fleet while also
putting herself in the position to annialate the entire
fleet while only losing the spheres when she would
separate back into their regular forms.

………

Also deep within Sector 3175 was a cloaked

Federation starship, a ship Chancellor Martok didn’t
know had followed his fleet of Negh’Vars into the
system, a cloaked Federation starship commanded
by Captain Benjamin Sisco, the USS Defiant NCC
74205. Captain Sisco hadn’t decided to follow
Martok and his fleet to Sector 3175 because he
didn’t trust the Klingon, on the contrary it was
because he did trust Martok and figured the aging
Klingon chancellor would need some assistance from
a ship designated as an escort vessel but was
unofficially a battleship specially designed to take on
and defeat the Borg.
Sisco turned to Lieutenant Commander Evanovich
and said “prepare to decloak, raise shields and target
that Borg ship, at its primary connective joints. Fire
at will.”
“Aye captain,” replied Evanovich, “decloaking
now, shields are up, weapons are armed and ready.
Targeting the closest connecting joints and firing.”
Aboard Martok’s Negh’Var the tactical officer
didn’t look happy. “Sir the Defiant is here and she’s
firing on the Borg ship.”
“Martok too wasn’t happy, he slammed his fist
down on his chair’s armrest and said “that dam
human and that dam ship, she’s unofficially a
battleship that Sisco helped design, a ship who’s
primary function is to deal a crippling blow to the
Borg, but I think he’s just after revenge for the
destruction of the USS Saratoga and the death of his
wife Jennifer Sisco by the Borg at the Battle of Wolf
359.”
On the view screen Martok and his officers
watched as the Defiant continued to fire on the
connective joints of the Borg Tactical-Fusion ship.
Each blast the ship took seemed to dent the joints to
the urge of collapsing in on themselves to the point
where the ship began to re-separate back into its
separate ships used to form it. Once separation was
complete, the sphere ships used in its construction
exploded leaving two heavily damaged and dented
cube ships.
“Tactical, recloak,” ordered Sisco, “helm, prepare
to jump to warp, take us back to the Enterprise and
the Valdore. Communications, Nog, open a channel
to Chancellor Martok.”
“Martok, pardon the fact that we followed you
here,” started Captain Sisco, “but as allies we figured
it would be best. Now that that strange Borg ship has
been destroyed back to its forming pieces and
destroying it destroyed the sphere ships, I’ll leave
you and the rest of your ships to finish off the
remaining two cubes. We’ll rendezvous with later at
the Enterprise-E’s coordinates, Defiant out.”
“You’re forgiven then captain,” replied Martok,
“we’ll see you later, but first I’m going to be giving
Commander Zurak of the IKS Jotara-2 and
Commander Narg of the IKS Vor’nak their new
orders, which is going to be to stay here cloaked and
to monitor the approaching D5-class Battle Cruiser.”
“Don’t get discovered,” replied Sisco then the
view screen went black switching to a view of the
Defiant as she jumped to warp and left the system.
The Klingons were on their own again.
With the Defiant gone Martok said, “lets end this
once and for all. Target all weapons on the
advancing Borg cubes and fire at will.” With that
order the whole fleet let lose a barrage of Ion
Cannon and disrupter fire. Each blast rocketed the
leading Borg cube so much that even its adaption
units didn’t have time to kick in and make the attack
useless, the ship took the full force and started to
break apart so fast that the pieces turned out to be
big chunks of jagged rubble. As the first cube
exploded, the IKS Jotara-2 moved in close to the next
cube and surrounded it in a field of Gravity Mines
and jumped to warp heading all the way around the
Klingon fleet to tits rear.
Not being able to see that the Jotara-2 put mines
in their path and behind them, the second Borg cube
advanced forward to take up the space vacated by
the first cube and ran right into four gravity mines as
the rest of the mines converged on all sides of it.
Multiple explosions causing multiple hull breaches
resulted and the second cube exploded into pieces
the size of an asteroid propelling outward into the
wreckage of the first cube making it extremely
dangerous for any ship to pass through, especially
for the third and final cube. Having no choice, that
remaining cube opened a transwarp aperture and
headed back to the Delta Quadrant to alert the
Queen and to get reinforcements. The Battle of
Sector 3175 had been a glorious victory for the
Klingon Defense Forces.

*****

Enterprise NX-01
Pearl Nebula
 “The Earth vessel is entering the nebula, sir,” said
Commander Duras to the Emperor of the Klingon
Empire, “shall I destroy her?”
“NO,” shouted the Emperor, “you are not to
destroy her but to capture and board her, lock the
crew in their courters; then take the ship to Earth
and launch another attack using their pride and joy.
Make sure you have fifty Bird-of-Preys escorting her;
we’ll dispatch some D5-class Battle Cruisers to assist
you. You’ll all meet up at the Pearl Nebula and
surprise the Gre’thor out of them.”
“Maybe you should use the human word for hell,”
suggested Duras, “our word makes them sound
Klingon, which they’re not, they’re puny and weak,
we’ll crush so bad that they’ll be wishing they never
took to the stars or that they stayed in their own
little sector of space.”
“Approaching the Pearl Nebula captain,” reported
Ensign Mayweather as the ship got within one
hundred meters of it.
“Take us in,” ordered Archer.
The Enterprise continued on course at full impulse
into the nebula then dropped down to one quarter
impulse then finally to a dead stop in the middle of
the nebula. There she waited. Fifteen minutes later,
she was rocketed by disrupter fire that wasn’t at full
strength, disrupter fire that was only targeting her
hull plating generators and her weapons. Before
Archer could give the order and Reed could execute
it, the Enterprise lost hull plating and her weapons.
She had become defenseless.
On the bridge Reed gave the next terrible news.
“We’ve been boarded; Engineering, Deck 5, Deck 7,
and Deck 9, the bio-signs of the boarding party are
Klingon.” Seconds later Reed spoke up again, “we’ve
also been board on Deck 2 and…”
Before he could say the last word Commander
Duras and seven other Klingon warriors materialized
on the bridge. One warrior went and shoved
Mayweather out of his chair at the helm with his
disrupter rifle, Duras himself went up to the Captain
and held his dagger to his face and said, ‘The price
on your head captain has been quadrupled, but I’m
not turning you in yet, you and I have some
unfinished business, but for now; your bridge, your
ship are under my command. Don’t try anything
foolish or that Vulcan female of yours is going to
die.” With that said the Klingon warrior standing
behind T’Pol lifted his dagger to her throat then
thought better of and instead hit her in the head
with the back of his disrupter rifle knocking her out.
Duras turned to that warrior and said “you
weren’t told to do anything to her, make sure she’s
still alive then call for the ship’s doctor.” Duras
turned towards another warrior pointed at him and
said “YOU, lock these humans into their quarters,
put the Vulcan with the Captain after the doctor
checks her out, we wouldn’t want any harm to come
to her or her unborn child, now do we?”
 “How do you know about me and her?”
demanded to know Jonathan, “and also that she’s
pregnant?”
“Lets just say we have spies everywhere
nowadays,” answered Duras.
“A spy in Starfleet?” asked Jonathan shocked,
“impossible, we would have detected the Klingon
bio-sign if he or she was genetically altered, but you
don’t have anymore Augments even though all the
Klingons that were infected with the disease they
had lost their cranial ridges.”
“One we do have a spy in Starfleet,” said Duras,
“and two, its not a Klingon, its one of your own
people, a human. Because of that one human, my
people and our Sernaix allies were able to launch a
devastating attack on your homeworld.”
“You lie Duras,” said Jonathan as he watched the
turbolift doors open and Doctor Phlox step out onto
the bridge and run over to T’Pol’s unconscious body,
but Jonathan knew she was fine, he could still hear
her thoughts and she was angry. “If there was an
attack on my homeworld, Starfleet would have
contacted me and would have let me know. I have
received no such communiqué.”
“Well if you stayed in this nebula you would have
gotten the news sooner and not from me,” said
Duras, “for your Starfleet has been trying to contact
Enterprise since yesterday night without any luck. I’ll
let you go to your Ready Room, to wait for Admiral
Black to contact you; he is your admiral still, right?”
 “Yes,” replied Jonathan, “then I’ll know your lying.
I’ll go to my Ready Room, but T’Pol comes with me.”
“The Vulcan can go too,” replied Duras, “but
there will be two Klingon warriors in there with you
as guards.”
“Understood,” replied Archer, “in other words, no
heroics and trying to tell Admiral Black that we’ve
been boarded. I get the picture; I’m just to wait for
the information regarding the attack on my
homeworld, if it really did happen.”
On his way towards his Ready Room, Jonathan
stopped next to Doctor Phlox and knelt down at his
wife’s side. “Will she make it Doctor?” he asked.
“She’ll be fine,” answered Phlox, “just a nasty
bump on her head and she’ll probably have a
headache when she comes too. So its fine to move
her into your Ready Room Captain.” So together,
Phlox and Jonathan picked up the unconscious T’Pol
and carried her very slowly into the Captain’s Ready
Room. Phlox then had no choice but to return to
Sickbay and tend to the crewmembers that tried to
resist the Klingons’ takeover of the ship.

*****

Earth & Enterprise NX-01

“Sir I’ve finally detected the Enterprise inside the

Pearl Nebula,” reported Ensign Markson, “but she’s
been joined by several alien vessels.”
 “What kind of vessels?” asked Admiral Black.
“Unknown,” answered Markson, “I’m opening a
secured channel directly to Captain Archer’s Ready
Room like you requested earlier when I first tried
contacting her.”
“There’s a transmission from Earth being routed
to Captain Archer’s terminal in his Ready Room
Commander Duras,” said the Klingon warrior
manning the communications station, “its Admiral
Black as you thought it would be.”
Back in Jonathan’s Ready Room, Jonathan was
kneeling beside T’Pol who was finally conscious so he
started to rub her back to comfort her. As he was
doing that, she thought “what are you doing Aisha?”
“I’m rubbing your back darling,” thought back
Jonathan, “don’t Vulcans give backrubs?”
“Yes,” thought T’Pol, “but they’re only used as a
technique in the birthing process, and that’s only
because Vulcan physiology is different than that of a
human, even my heart as you know from experience
is in a different place than yours.”
Before Jonathan could answer her, his computer
terminal beeped twice and the United Earth Starfleet
Emblem appeared on the screen. “I better get this
Aisha,” he thought, “most likely Duras was right or
Admiral Black just wants a status report.”
As Archer moved towards his desk, one of the
two Klingon guards said, “If you tell the admiral
about us or even hint that your ship has been
boarded, and I’ll kill you and the Vulcan right after
you end that transmission.”
“I know,” replied Archer, “I won’t even hint it.” He
then went to the terminal and activated it with his
personal identification code, seconds later the
familiar image of Admiral Carson Black’s face
appeared on the screen.
“Captain,” started Black not knowing how to
break the news that he had no choice but to do,
“there’s no easy way to say this, but Earth is in a
State of Emergency, we have just suffered a
devastating attack. Every country from the United
States to Japan and England to Russia. From Canada
to Peru, Germany to South Africa. Many have died,
mostly people within Starfleet and government
facilities, the rest have been evacuated to orbital
facilities. Your mission has been scrubbed; your new
orders are to remain in orbit of Earth and to protect
the planet from any further attacks.”
“Who did it admiral?” asked Archer knowing and
fearing the answer at the same time.
“Klingons and this unknown enemy you’ve faced,
the Sernaix,” answered Black, “I want you to be
careful taking your ship back home, you’re pretty
close to Klingon space, so hopefully who ever have
joined your ship are friendly.”
“We’re in a middle of some negotiations with the
Soudanians,” replied Archer thinking of a good lie to
tell the admiral that he wouldn’t be able to see
through, “they’ve been stealing Klingon warships to
use to attack the Klingon homeworld in retaliation
for an attack on Soudan.”
“Finish up with your negotiations then set a
course for home quickly,” ordered Black, “San
Francisco Planitia Shipyards out.”
Turning off his computer terminal Jonathan
thought to himself “I wonder if the admiral got my
point when I said Klingon warships?”
“Don’t think so,” thought T’Pol, “at least you
thought of something to say when asked why we’ve
been joined by other ships.”
“Good lie human,” said one of the Klingon guards,
“for we’re at war with the Soudanians too, but they
haven’t stolen any of our ships but no one knows
that. You’ve saved both yourself and your Vulcan.”
Back on the orbital facilities orbiting Earth
Admiral Carson Black had managed to read between
the lines. He had figured out that Archer meet that
the Enterprise had been captured by Klingons when
he said that the Soudanians had stolen Klingon ships
and rendezvous with them to negotiate a peace
treaty. For no second did Black believe that so he
had no choice but to contact the Utopia Planitia
Shipyards and get the new MACO’s warships into
service to assist the Enterprise before they lost their
pride of Starfleet. Once he had a channel open to the
fleet yards orbiting Mars he said into the comm.
“Enterprise has been joined by several Klingon
warships and possibly boarded, I’m ordering you to
send a fleet of the new MACOs warships to intercept
her in the Pearl Nebula, get rid of the Klingons and
escort her home.”
“We’ll get them into space right away sir,” said
the commander of Utopia Planitia Shipyards, “but
I’m not sure how combat ready they are; they were
just finished and commissioned last night, if they
were ready sooner, they would have been sent to
Earth to defend the planet during the attack two
days ago.”
“What happened to Earth wasn’t your fault,”
replied Black, “nor is it Starfleet’s, but now we must
join forces and make sure it never happens again and
punish the Klingons and their Sernaix allies. We
didn’t start this war but we’ll sure as hell finish it.”
“Yea, we’ll sure as hell finish this war,” said the
Commander of the Utopia Planitia Shipyards, “but
you may want to be careful who you blame for the
attack on Earth for ever since the Xindi attack nine
years ago, there are many xenophobic humans
around who would want nothing more than to
abolish Starfleet, to stop telling aliens how to and
where to find Earth, and to blame us and the
Enterprise for what happened to Earth. We’re their
scapegoat and they really don’t care if they have to
use violence to get what they want, like Terra
Prime.”
“Terra Prime has been abolished,” said Black,
“there’s not a single human around that is a member
of that organization, and if there was, we would
have either heard about it or caught them trying to
blow up a Starfleet building or something.”
“Or they could have gotten the Sernaix and the
Klingons to do it for them,” said Commander Drake
Mason at the Utopia Planitia Shipyards, “but that’s
highly unlikely since it would mean contacting an
alien culture, which they despise anyways.”

*****

Back on Enterprise, the Klingon warriors who had

finally managed to learn how to control the human
designed systems and to read the unknown language
managed to get the ship moving again on an erratic
course towards Earth, then all of a sudden on a
zigzagging course towards Qo’noS.

*****

MACOs’ Warships
Approaching Pearl Nebula

“She’s definitely not here anymore,” said

Corporal Hawkins madder than hell, “but there is
definitely a warp trail, more than one. One is clearly
Enterprise and the rest belong to Klingon warships,
their all heading towards the Klingon homeworld,
what did Starfleet call it? Oh yea, Qo’noS. Helmsman
set a course for Qo’noS, warp two, or a course that
will quickly intercept the Enterprise; Starfleet wants
that ship back at all costs.”
“Understood sir,” replied the MACOs on the
bridge, they were ready for a fight even if it meant
they were going to die and going up against a race of
warriors, warriors who sharpened their teeth before
going into battle, they were truly about to die unless
a miracle could save them. That miracle that they
would need to save them could pretty much happen
for there was still a futuristic Klingon and Starfleet
presence in the system, Martok’s fleet and three
cloaked Federation Attack Fighters and five Iwo-
Jima-class Battle Cruisers specially equipped with
Romulan cloaking devices just like the Defiant only
this time it wasn’t for securing the defense of the
Alpha Quadrant but all of time.
As the MACOs’ ships raced towards the Enterprise
at their fastest speed, the Klingon warships
surrounding Enterprise and escorting her to Qo’noS
detected them and veered around along with the
Enterprise to face them. The humans wanted to
fight, then they we’re going to get one thought the
Klingon warriors as they headed into battle.
As one massive group the MACOs warships
veered two degrees to starboard and targeted
Enterprise’s warp nacelles erupting sparks from them
as the ship dropped out of warp to impulse along
with her Klingon escorts. As soon as they dropped of
warp, the Klingon warships veered to their left and
surrounded the attack MACOs cruisers and began to
fire on the tiny ships they trapped by encircling.
Feeling doomed with a hopeless situation, the
Commanding Officer of the whole MACOs attack
force gave the order to initiate their ships’ self-
destruct sequence but before he could finish giving
the order, she was interrupted by her young Tactical
Officer, “Madam, there’s something happening out
there.” Within seconds of saying those words, a fleet
of Klingon Negh’Vars and Federation Iwo Jima-class
vessels decloaked and locked their weapons onto
the attacking Klingon ships, with Martok’s
Negh’Var’s Ion Cannon aimed directly at the IKS
Kr’oth.
“Open a channel to the IKS Kr’oth,” ordered
Martok.
“Channel open chancellor,” replied the warrior at
the communications station.
“This is a Klingon warship,” started Martok,
“surrender the Enterprise NX-01 to us and you won’t
be destroyed.”
“Klingons don’t threaten Klingons,” replied the
Captain of the Kr’oth, “there for you’re not Klingon
and so prepare to die.”
“We do if we’re in a superior futuristic warship,”
said Martok, then he whispered, “and if we’re from
the future.” A little louder he added; “the Federation
are our allies to prove it...,” Martok gave a signal to
the Iwo Jima-class vessels and as they decloaked he
continued, “these are Federation escort ships. We’re
from the future to protect the Enterprise NX-01.”
 “You are not Klingon,” replied the Captain of the
Kr’oth, “if you are, show your face, if your really are
Klingon and are from the future as you say, then
your cranial ridges should be back by now… show me
and I’ll believe an release the Enterprise to you, but
you’ll join us in attacking Earth.”
Martok put the communication onto the main
view screen so both warriors could see each other.
Once the Captain saw that he really was talking to
another Klingon, he had his warriors turn over the
Enterprise to Martok’s command. Turning away from
his viewer just for a second, the Klingon watched in
horror as the warriors stationed aboard Enterprise
were beamed into space and started to suffocate, at
the same time; Martok’s Negh’Var fired its Ion
Cannon at the Kr’oth and watched as the ship
exploded.
Seeing what happened to the warriors aboard
Enterprise and their commander’s ship, the
remaining Klingon vessels left the system but didn’t
head to Qo’noS for they would be dishonored if they
returned without the Earth vessel so they headed to
the Briar Patch to hatch up a new plan that involved
the destruction of Earth, Enterprise, and the future
Klingon fleet.
Back aboard Enterprise, still inside his Ready
Room, Jonathan and T’Pol were still getting over the
shock they had just witnessed. One second there
was two Klingon warriors in the room with them
guarding them, the next second in a shimmering
beam of light they were gone, and with a look out
the ship’s viewport, they saw them drifting lifelessly
in space. “I think we can get the crew out of their
quarters now; I think all the Klingons are gone for
there are many bodies drifting outside of the ship,”
thought Jonathan, “it seems to be all of them.”
“First check the bridge Aisha,” thought T’Pol,
“there were many of them there trying to gain full
control of the Enterprise, if there are no Klingons
there, we should free the crew starting with the
bridge officers. We have to get out of Klingon space
and fast and with them at their duty stations, we can
do just that.”
Cautiously by himself well T’Pol was crouched
down behind his desk in as safest of a spot she could
get Jonathan made his way towards the door and the
bridge. As he got closer, it automatically opened,
looking out onto the bridge, Jonathan found it all
clear, totally disserted; there was no Klingon warrior
anywhere. He looked back into his Ready Room and
thought back to his wife, “its all clear T’Pol, you can
come out.”
Together on the bridge Jonathan and T’Pol quickly
set the ship on a new course out of Klingon space
and then put the ship onto its autopilot feature and
activated Reed’s Tactical Alert program. With the
bridge secured and operational, they went to free
the rest of the crew.

*****
 Aboard Chancellor Martok’s Negh’Var, Martok
was strolling back and forth on his bridge, as he
moved; his crew could hear the creaking of the deck
plating below him because of his weight, they could
tell he was deep in thought so they didn’t voice the
fact that they were being distracted by his
movement, movement that was also making the
Targs go wild below decks. Finally one of the female
warriors couldn’t take it anymore; she got up from
her station and hit him right in the nose. Martok as a
man and a warrior took her and threw against the
wall and snarled at her saying, “Female, respect your
chancellor, I should have you killed for your
insolence.”
“Forgive me sir,” said the female, “but your
distracting the entire crew with your pacing. Quit it
now and just contact Captain Picard and tell him
we’ve found the Enterprise NX-01.”
“Contact Picard then,” ordered Martok, “I got
better things to do, like checking out our historical
databases and finding out why our past ancestors
tried taking the Enterprise NX-01 in the first place.”
“You’ll find nothing chancellor,” said the First
Officer, “I’ve already checked and its like this whole
war never happened, I think they took it for their
new allies.”
From the communications station a warrior spoke
up and said, “I got Captain Picard on the comm., and
the Enterprise NX-01 is also hailing us, its an
automated hail though, I’ll ignore it for now, but she
is moving on a course out of this system. Sensors
register no life signs on her bridge, she’s on auto-
pilot and on her present course, and she’ll leave
Klingon space in just over twenty-five minutes forty-
two seconds.”
“Helm; follow her,” ordered Martok,
“communications, tell the fleet to do the same.
Tactical, recloak us.” Martok watched as the warriors
he had just given orders to execute them then
returned his attention back to his forward viewer
and the Enterprise NX-01. “How easy it would be to
destroy that primitive Earth vessel,” he thought, “but
then again, that would be a bad idea; anyways its
easy to think that when I command a futuristic battle
ship armed to the teeth, the Klingons of this era are
evenly matched with the Enterprise.”

*****

Back aboard the Enterprise NX-01 Jonathan and

T’Pol had managed to free both the other Bridge
officers and most of Reed’s Security Team and a few
of the MACOs stationed aboard Enterprise since the
Xindi incident nearly nine years ago when Jonathan
made the decision to always have a MACOs
contiguity always aboard the Enterprise, for he could
never know if they would need them again. With just
over thirty crewmembers and MACOs combined
free, they went about the ship freeing the rest of the
crew as the bridge officers returned to the bridge for
a briefing Jonathan wasn’t fully ready nor prepared
to deliver, even if it was to his Senior Officers. Lucky
for him, because he and his wife could share their
thoughts, she already knew what he was about to
tell the crew and she knew it would shock them as
much as it shocked her.
Once the group arrived on the bridge, they
started to head towards their duty stations but
Archer wasn’t ready for them to return to their
duties yet. Instead he pointed to the Briefing Room
and said, “in there.”
As they piled into the room, the Senior Officers
started to get the picture that something was up,
something terrible, something far worse than being
in the middle of Klingon Space. With everyone finally
sitting around the Briefing Room’s large table; the
only table, Archer stood up and began to speak
almost in tears. “There’s no easy way to say this, so
I’m just going to say it; the mission’s been scrubbed,
we’ve been recalled.”
Lieutenant Reed was the only one with the
courage to speak for the shock hadn’t hit him yet for
there surely had to be a reason, Starfleet wouldn’t
just recall the Enterprise after she’d served the fleet
for nearly twelve years since her launch back on April
16, 2151. With that thought rolling through his head
he asked the one question that was gnawing at his
mind, “why?”
 Jonathan didn’t want to answer that question,
and T’Pol knew. For she knew that her husband
wanted their mission to go on indefinitely, for he felt
at home among the stars, stars that his father
worked so hard to make it possible for humanity to
go to, now that dream was coming to an end, a
drastic end. With the mental courage from his wife,
Jonathan found the strength to answer Reed’s
question. “There’s been an attack on Earth, this one
is far more worse than when the Xindi probe wiped
out seven billion humans and cut a swath from
Venezuela to Florida,” he said. Taking a long deep
breath he continued, “the attack has wiped out
every capital of every government on the planet,
Earth is in a state of emergency, we’ve been recalled
to protect the planet from any further attacks.”
Now everyone was shocked, they were hoping it
was something different than something involving
Earth, Enterprise being decommissioned, now that
would have been much easier to take, but that
wasn’t the case. Now even Reed was shocked, he
was bearly able to chock out his next question. “How
many died?”
That question was the one that both Jonathan
and T’Pol were dreading to answer. They knew their
crew had the right to know but with every country
suffering from the attack, the death toll was higher
than anything Earth had ever gone through. Not
even the Third World War killed that many people,
nor did the Battle of Gettysburg or the attack on
Pearl Harbor or the dropping of the Atom Bomb on
Hiroshima and Nagasaki could compare to the death
toll that the attack on Earth racked up. Together
Jonathan and T’Pol gave that answer saying, “seven
hundred billion, five hundred thousand, ninety nine
hundred.”
Now it was T’Pol’s turn to say something or think
it, Jonathan couldn’t tell. He only knew that she
already knew this since he’d been thinking about it
for hours, so to him he figured she had said it out
loud, “Nearly half of Earth’s population is dead
then?”
“Exactly, half of Earth’s population is dead,” her
husband answered her out loud so everyone could
hear since she had to be speaking her question for all
to hear anyways.
Among the other Senior Officers, Reed seemed to
be the only one who really could still manage to
speak and ask more questions. Only they were more
questions Jonathan didn’t want to have to answer.
“Where were the attacks?”
“So he wants to know what countries were
attacked,” thought Jonathan, “it would be so much
easier to tell him which ones weren’t attacked, that
list is way shorter.” So he started to say the list of
places destroyed or nearly destroyed, “San
Francisco, London, Paris, Rome, Berlin, Moscow,
Tokyo, Kyoto, Australia…”
 “Enough, we get it, every country, every
continent, was hit,” said Reed, “most likely all our
loved ones are dead or dying.”
“Not exactly,” stated Archer, “they only attacked
government and Starfleet facilities, civilians are
mostly still alive except where there were
explosions.”
“Who did the attacking?” asked Reed finally
angry. He really wanted to take out his anger on
some alien culture and make them pay for what they
had done to Earth.
“The Klingons and their Sernaix allies,” answered
Archer, “worse the Sernaix have upgraded the
Klingon ships with cloaking devices, cloaking devices
that rival that of both the Suliban and the ones the
Romulans use to cloak their Gravitic Mines, but the
grappler’s beacon should still work to detect them.”
“So,” started Reed, “we’re just going to run back
to Earth and wait for them to come and get us? We
should take the fight to them. I don’t think this is the
right course of action.”
“Your objection Mr. Reed will be noted in my
log,” said Archer, “but we have our orders directly
from Admiral Black and I plan on obeying them. So
with that, Mr. Mayweather, take this ship off of
Auto-Pilot and set a course for Earth, we should be
out of Klingon space by now.”
“Aye sir,” replied Mayweather as he headed out
of the Briefing Room as Archer turned to the other
Senior Officers and said “the rest of you, you’re
dismissed. Mr. Reed, may I see you in my Ready
Room. T’Pol, you have bridge.”
Once Archer and Reed entered his Ready Room,
Jonathan walked around to the other side of the
desk as he pointed to the chair in front of it and said
“Sit down Mr. Reed.”
Reed did as he was told and took a seat in the
chair all the while not liking how the Captain had
ordered him to sit down. He knew something was up
and that he was about to get a mouthful. Feeling the
worst, Reed braced him for whatever the Captain
was about to say.
“Mr. Reed, you seem like you’re very interested in
what happened on Earth,” started Archer, “so I’m
putting you in charge of the investigation team when
we get back. I want this crisis over fast so we can get
back to our true mission. Enterprise as your
remember once was a ship of exploration but ever
since the Xindi incident, we haven’t been doing
much exploring.”
“True,” said Reed, “first was the Xindi incident,
the Augments, then the Serenities attacking the
Earth Embassy on Vulcan exploding and them almost
going to war with the Andorians, the Klingon
infection, then there was Terra Prime and final the
worst of all the Earth Romulan War. You’re right sir;
we haven’t been doing much exploring, so I’d be
happy to be in charge of the Investigation Team.”
“Your dismissed then Mr. Reed,” said Archer as he
watched the lieutenant turn and return to the
bridge. Once Reed left the room Jonathan turned in
his chair and took a look out his port window and
where there should have been stars he saw a ripple
effect. A ripple effect that made him jump out of his
chair and run on to the bridge.
“Ensign Mayweather, take us out of warp,” he
ordered as his Ready Room doors closed behind him.
“Mr. Reed, deploy the grappler and activate the
beacon.”
“What’s going on Aisha,” asked T’Pol out loud.
“I think we’re being followed by something or
someone,” answered Jonathan.
“Then aye sir,” replied Reed as the Enterprise
dropped out of warp and her shuttle bay’s Bomb Bay
Doors opened and the grappler with the beacons
attached was lowered into space then turned so they
were pointing behind the ship. As the beacons
activated they revealed that Archer was right, for
directly behind the Enterprise were fifty unknown
alien vessels.
“Open to channel,” ordered Archer.
“Channel open,” replied the Communications
Officer.
“This is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Federation
Starship Enterprise; we can see you, drop your cloaks
and identify yourselves.”
All around the Enterprise vessels decloaked, T’Pol
couldn’t count them all, but her best estimate was
that there were at least five hundred ships, all of
different class. “Their hailing us,” reported the acting
Comm. Officer, “audio only.”
“This is Chancellor Martok, of the Klingon Empire,
before you start shooting at us, we’re from the
future, we came to this century with our Federation
Starfleet allies, we’re under orders from Captain
Jean Luc Picard of the Federation Starship USS
Enterprise NCC 1701-E to locate you and to protect
your ship. You may not know this but the enemy you
face is attacking throughout all of time, the future is
in danger as much as your era, this conflict started
here, so we came to this center to end it. There is a
massive Sernaix dreadnought ship out there and it
has enough fire power to destroy your ship. I suggest
that you let us escort you to Earth where we’ll
rendezvous with the Enterprise-E.”
“First you’re Klingons and therefore I don’t trust
you,” started Jonathan, “but your ships don’t look
anything like what the Klingons have now, so you
could be right. Maybe you re from the future, but
that still remains to be proven, that’s something my
Science Officer can determine. T’Pol?”
“My readings are unspecific Jonathan,” said T’Pol,
“but I am detecting chrometric particles which could
indicate time travel, they're from the 23rd century.”
“T’Pol’s never lied to me with her expertise in
science, Martok, so I believe you,” said Jonathan, “so
recloak your ships and I’ll allow you to escort us to
Earth and your century’s Enterprise.” “Then again,”
he thought, “she’s always said that the Vulcan
Science Directory has determined that Time Travel is
impossible.”
“That was until you and I time traveled to the
year 2004 to stop the Xindi from building a bio-
weapon to wipeout your entire race,” thought back
T’Pol, “now I’ve been thinking that anything’s
possible, now look at us, we’re pregnant, I’m starting
to go by my ‘gut’s instinct’ as you call it Aisha.”
“Good,” replied Martok. Martok had the channel
to the Enterprise closed and ordered his fleet to
recloak, but if the Enterprise was to come under
attack they were to decloak and quickly use their Ion
Cannons on the enemy. As for the Bird-of-Preys in
the fleet, their orders were to stay back and deploy
Gravity Mines to slow down any Klingon or other
alien vessels that would be in pursuit.
Together the Enterprise NX-01 and the Klingon
armada turned on another course away from the
remainder of Klingon space and the Beta Quadrant
and finally entered the Alpha Quadrant near the
Pearl Nebula. Earth was still days away, right through
the sector of space where the Sernaix dreadnought
was in the process of becoming battle ready.
Heading away from the Pearl Nebula at maximum
warp the Enterprise and her cloaked escorts entered
the Drewax System, the exact system were the
Sernaix dreadnought was stationed at a secret
starbase built within a heavily fortified asteroid. An
asteroid that was so fortified that sensors couldn’t
detect the base buried deep within it nor the
weapons built inside the smaller asteroids, no ship,
starbase, or inhabited planet in the system was safe.
Now the Enterprise NX-01 was within striking
distance for the orbital defense facilities and with
her hull plating not even polarized one shoot would
seriously damage or destroy her.
“A heavily armed NX-class vessel has entered the
system,” reported one of the Sernaix officers that
accompanied the dreadnought from the future.
“She’s already within weapons range of our orbital
facilities, the asteroids, if we act now, we can easily
destroy her.”
“What ship is it?” asked Commander Tresa’ra Dex
over the Comm. from the Auxiliary Command Center
aboard the New Dominion warship Broga’Na’Goxa.
From the Primary Bridge First Officer Frizer Grota
replied “it’s the Enterprise NX-01. I think its best if
we destroy her now; that Captain Archer has been a
pain in our side, he and his crew are better of dead
and that ship is better off as a pile of dust and debris.
Who is with me?”
None of the Sernaix warriors spoke up. All of
them would follow their commander to the death if
they had too, this was no different. Instead they
readied themselves for battle and heading to their
designated battle stations. It didn’t take long for the
Sernaix warriors to get ready for the fight. From
deep within the asteroid field, the Sernaix base
powered up its weapons, slowly reaching their full
potential of strength. More than enough strength to
wipeout the Enterprise and leave no trace of her
existence in that sector of space.
As the weapons energy output reached one
hundred percent, the warrior in charge of activating
the firing controls and recording the devastation
went about her duty. As the energy beam left the
asteroid’s weapon ports and converged moments
later into a single multiphasic energy disruption
beam aimed perfectly at the Enterprise’s engineering
section. If the beam was to hit Enterprise’s warp core
nothing would be able to save her, the blast would
ultimately destroy her.
From inside the asteroid the weapons officer
watched effortlessly with anticipation as the energy
beam he just fired sped towards its target half the
speed of light. Just before the beam hit Enterprise, it
dissipated as if it had hit something. Looking closer
at her screens the weapons officer noticed that
whatever the beam hit caused a rippling effect that
revealed…
The Klingon Negh’Var Tre’car was the Klingon ship
closest to the Enterprise and her engineering section
as the energy beam sped towards them. The
Klingons nor the crew of Enterprise saw the beam
coming but they did feel its effects. Luckily for the
Enterprise, the Klingons were just too close to them.
…that there was a cloaked ship next to the
Enterprise. The beam hit the Tre’car directly in the
middle corridors of the ship rippling its cloak and
revealing the ship as the cloak failed. Contacting the
Auxiliary Command Center, the female warrior had
no choice but to say “Sir, there are cloaked Klingon
Negh’Vars or at least one Negh’Var escorting the
Earth vessel. Our weapon managed to disable its
cloak and put a gapping hole inside its hull. What are
your orders sir?”
“Continue firing the weapon,” ordered the
commander, “fire the weapon around the Enterprise.
That way we should reveal how many Klingon vessels
are escorting her and possibly dwindle down their
fleet size until we can directly target the Enterprise
herself.”
Around the Enterprise were also the cloaked Bird-
of-Preys; they were closer to the Enterprise with a
set of them set also around the Negh’Vars. These
Bird-of-Preys commanders knew that to protect
Enterprise and the safety of the rest of the
Negh’Vars, they would have to set a course towards
where the beam weapon’s fire originated. They
would have to set a course into the asteroid field and
engage on of those drifting rocks in battle. So
remaining cloaked, the Bird-of-Preys broke
formation and headed towards the field at full
impulse.
Gaining ground on the asteroid field and the
source of the mysterious energy beam weapon that
already disabled their most powerful warship, the
Klingons’ plan was to remain cloaked until they were
right on top of the asteroid that there sensors
detected shot the blast. Once on top of the asteroid,
they would decloak and open fire before whoever
they were could launch an attack on them and give
there a surprise attack its doom before it even
begun.
“Target two hundred meters away and closing,”
reported one of the tactical officers aboard one of
the Bird-of-Preys, “one hundred meters, sixty
meters, thirty meters, ten meters, we’re right on top
of it. It’s the moment to decloak and initiate the
attack.”
Together the one hundred Bird-of-Preys
decloaked and launched their surprise attack. It
wasn’t much of a surprise though for the Sernaix
weren’t at all shocked, they were ready for the
attack. Inside the asteroid the Sernaix warriors
activated their base’s automated defenses bringing
full power to the complex’s shields and activating
their Point-Defense Phasers targeting the incoming
Bird-of-Preys. The whole Klingon fleet of Bird-of-
Preys was maneuvering in such an erratic position
that the Sernaix base couldn’t even get a weapons
lock. The Klingons could though get a weapons lock
managing to penetrate the bases shields. Blast after
blast rocketed the facility as her shields failed.
Within seconds the base’s shields were totally
depleted and one more blast would penetrate the
rock structure of the asteroid allowing the
atmosphere within to escape into the vacuum of
space. With the base disabled and finally breached,
the Negh’Vars decloaked and headed towards the
facility with the Enterprise.
With the base damaged outside the Klingons
transported aboard to finish off the rest of the
Sernaix warriors. Hours of hand to hand combat
ensued but in the end, the Klingon forces were
victorious. They captured the Sernaix base gaining
their first foothold in 2163 and a beachhead for the
Federation/Klingon/Romulan forces. One enemy
base was down, there was only three hundred more
like it elsewhere in the Alpha and Beta Quadrants
with an extra one hundred fifty stronger ones
located deep within the Gamma Quadrant. The New
Dominion still had a strong foothold within the
system and 2163. The Klingons may have one a
battle but not the war.
 TWENTY-NINE

USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E & IRS Valdore

Cloaked Around Earth’s Moon
Year: 2163

Captain Jean-Luc Picard didn’t know how to

explain it but he knew something was wrong, more
than one something. First the Enterprise NX-01 and
her Klingon escorts were late, as bad as that was,
that wasn’t the worst thing on Picard’s mind. He
could hear the song of the Borg Collective again. The
Borg Queen or a fleet of Borg ships were nearby.
Thanks to the Romulans he now realized that the
Borg were allied with The New Dominion, and to
make that worse, it seemed the Borg were up to
their old habit, to conquer Earth and enslave the
human race. “Now we’re in very bad trouble, we
can’t do this alone.”
After debating for an hour with Sisco, T’Lin and
Worf; Picard’s opinion out done them all as the
Commander of the Invasion Forces he got to make
the final decision. “We’re going to make contact with
the Enterprise NX-01 directly and the Starfleet of this
era once the Klingons get back here with the
Enterprise. We have no choice, to hell with the
Temporal Prime Directive, if we don’t let them no
we’re on their side we won’t be able to launch any
attack against the Votality or the New Dominion
remaining cloaked, its not like we have a vessel at
our disposal like Shinzon’s Scimitar that was able to
fire through its cloak. Anyways, the Romulans loyal
to Praetor Tal’Aura don’t have a ship like it nor does
Empress Donotra or her flagship for her new empire
would be that kind of ship instead of the Valdore.”

****

Qo’noS, Klingon Empire

Year: 2376

Blu’cok was sitting in the Chancellor’s chair in the

Great Palace in the stead for Chancellor Martok. The
warriors around him didn’t at all like him, he was the
youngest among them, he was the type of Klingon
who lived only for the victory. Now, when he felt
ready to fight and to prove his worth his family
betrayed him and went to Martok behind his back to
make their son not have to fight in any war none less
to be in the past where he could easily die a painful
honorable death or return home as a hero. Blu’cok
wasn’t going to take it though; he wasn’t the kind of
person that would site around on a chair, he was a
warrior and to live a warriors’ life meant to live and
die on the field of battle. That he decided would be
exactly what he would do, to do it though he would
need a ship, a ship so great that nothing in the
quadrant could match, a ship that not even the
Federation, Romulans or Cardassians would be able
to stand against. Wanting this ship to be a Klingon
dreadnought, he ordered parts to be cannibalized off
of old decommissioned warships and Bird-of-Preys
along with parts from Negh’Vars that were still in
active service to protect the empire while the main
fleet was in the past.
The warriors around Blu’cok knew he was a mad
man, they also knew that what he was ordering to be
done; what he was ordering to be built; was a
mistake. A mistake that Chancellor Martok would
take personally and thus have everyone executed
that participated in the project. They couldn’t do
anything about it though, Blu’cok was the one in the
thrown chair and that made him in charge of the
whole Empire, they had to do what he commanded
even if they knew it was wrong. Therefore,
construction on the IKS Cau’casus, the Klingon
Imperial Empire’s first and only dreadnought begun.
Groups of Klingon designers went into the
empire’s earliest archives and dug out files on old
Bird-of-Preys, ones from the time of the warrior
Klaang who help the empire discover a plot by the
Suliban Cartel in 2151. From those old primitive Bird-
of-Preys the warriors removed the wing mounted
disruptor cannons and put them on the new ship’s
newer wings. The next part of the arming stage of
the new ship was to build a secondary pair of wings,
ones that spanned further out than the disruptor
cannon mounted ones, these wings were to hold a
special kind of weapon. The forward part of the
mounted weapon was the firing part while the back
part that spanned further out acted as the ship’s
nacelles.
Under strict orders from Blu’cok, the builders of
the Cau’casus put a Quantum Singularity Device on
the far back of the ship. This device would allow the
ship to travel through time without the use of a
Temporal Research Facility. With the weapons and
the back of the ship complete, it was time for the
warriors to get to work on the forward section. This
stage didn’t require much work though for all they
had to do was cannibalize the bridge modules from
two Negh’Vars and connect them to each other.
Fastening a deflector dish to the front and then
connect one more weapon that pointed further out
than the defector, this forward mounted weapon
was more than one device combined together.
Around a disruptor cannon was put an Ion Cannon,
between the Ion Cannon and the disruptor cannon
was installed a torpedo launcher.
Once the separate sections were complete, it was
time to connect them. To do this, the crew at the
main Klingon starbase in the system built the same
type of neck booms that connected the D-7-class
Battle Cruisers’ bridge to its primary hull and
engineering section. With the booms in place the
warriors were able to install the Main Bridge, the
Battle Bridge and high above the ship in the
engineering section, a Secondary bridge module
complete with its own command chair, tactical
station, helm control and engineering station.
Because of this third bridge, the Cau’casus could
separate into two warships, one that could cloak
while another that was so heavily armored multiple
warships would be needed while firing simultaneous
blasts just to destroy her.

*****

Year: 2266
USS Enterprise NCC 1701-A

Captain Ja’meS T. Kirk wasn’t ready to except that

the time traveling apparatus that he and his crew
tested for Starfleet worked. Because it worked he
and his crew were able to go into the past so easily
and encountered the Enterprise NX-01, the very first
warp five starship of Starfleet and also prevent its
destruction, or so he thought. Now walking through
the corridors of Starbase 47; or Vanguard as Starfleet
called it; on his way towards Commodore Reyes’
office.
Reyes wasn’t surprised to see Kirk walk into his
office but he was also not prepared to inform the
Captain of the horrible news that he only recently
found in the historical records. News that he had use
his Apha-5 Security Clearance to access, information
that was far worse than what Vanguard’s primary
mission in the Taurus Reach. “Captain sit down,”
ordered Commodore Reyes.
Kirk abided by the commodore’s order and sat
down in the chair in front of his desk. “What is it
commodore?”
“The Enterprise NX-01 has been destroyed,”
reported Reyes, “three days after you returned to
this era from testing the device and saving her from
the unknown enemy ship you encountered.
Intelligence reports say she was destroyed traveling
through an asteroid field, an asteroid that seemed to
be an enemy base launched a devastating attack on
her and obliterated the ship, all hands aboard were
killed.”
“Three days after we left,” repeated Kirk, “we
could go back in force to the time she was destroyed
and prevent all changes in the timeline by preventing
her destruction.”
“Starfleet will have to sanction the mission,” said
Commodore Reyes. “There’s no reason they
shouldn’t allow it though, without the Enterprise NX-
01 the United Federation of Planets will fall apart.
It’s already started, the Tholians and even the
Klingons smell the stench of weakness on the
Federation, both have already started to advance
towards many of the outlying starbases and other
facilities that it will take hours to a few days to get
any ships and other reinforcements there.”
“The Federation has always been on the verge of
collapsing commodore,” said Kirk, “there’s always
been someone trying to bring about its doom. The
Klingons, the Romulans, Khan, the Tholians; their just
the beginning. The Federation’s collapse is now
inedible with the NX-01 destroyed. During that ship’s
time, the Federation was just taking foot, within
those short one hundred some years, every member
world of the Federation, and the Coalition of Planets
that gave birth to it only stayed because of one man,
that man was Captain Archer. With his death and the
death of his crew, all the things that we learned back
at the Academy are useless; half of them were set by
Archer and his crew. With them gone, we didn’t
really learn anything. We have to prevent there
destruction so the Federation as we know, as its
supposed to be doesn’t stop existing. Without it,
Earth will be a sitting duck in a galaxy with hostile
threats everywhere we turn.”
“You make a convincing argument Kirk,” started
Reyes, “I only hope Starfleet Command see’s it that
way, but you did forget on one thing. Earth will still
have an ally, the Vulcans did make First Contact with
us before the Enterprise NX-01 existed, because of
them it did exist, they should still be their for Earth
even if the Federation is gone and never happened,
even though Earth’s future will then be blink and
your Enterprise will never exist. That will mean your
five year mission hadn’t happened and nor will you
have become friends with Spock, Scotty and McCoy.”
“That’s all true commodore,” said Kirk, “but I’m
not going to let any of that happen. If Starfleet
doesn’t sanction the mission, my crew and I’ll just go
against Starfleet’s orders and undertake the mission
ourselves to do what we feel is right.”
“I guess Command has been right all along about
you Kirk,” started Reyes, “you’re a reckless insane
commander who will always do what he thinks is
right even if it goes against orders or the chain of
command.”
“It’s the only way to survive out here,” said Kirk,
“its impossible to contact Starfleet when you’re this
far out when you have a problem, time they get
news, make a decision and get back to you, you’ve
had to make a decision and hope that they sanction
it later. I’ve had to do that, my crew has had to do
that and eventually you are too, if you haven’t
already.”
“If you’re talking about me recently being
removed from command of this station and the
court-martial I’ve faced, Captain Rana Desai has
dropped all the charges under the technicality that I
had no choice but to initiate General Order 24
against Gamma Tauri IV glassing the planet’s surface
and killing the rest of the human and Klingon
colonists. It was an attack Captain Gerzhog of the
Klingon battle cruiser HovQaw’wI’ sanctioned and
also participated in, both the USS Endeavour and his
ship had no choice but to glass the surface when the
Shedai attacked and also used the Conduit based
weapon on the surface to launch an attack on the
USS Lovell, the USS Endeavour and the Klingon battle
cruiser IKS HovQaw’wI’. Because of my orders all
three ships survived. I did though let classified
information leak out to the public through the press
but that was for I deeply believed the public
deserved to know what Vanguard’s true mission
here in the Taurus Reach was and to also protect the
Federation citizens living in here in this system.”
“I would say you get my point then commodore,”
said Kirk, “I expect that you’ll allow me to take my
ship into the past again?”
“If I allow this,” started Reyes, “you’re not going
to be having any reinforcements going with you;
you’re on your own.”
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” said Kirk.
“Yes Kirk,” said Reyes, “but I’ll let Starfleet know
what you’re doing so they can decide to send
reinforcements.”
“Thanks commodore,” said Kirk, “I’ll keep my
hopes high on getting those reinforcements. The
Enterprise will leave in about six and a half hours.”

*****

Year: 2163
Enterprise NX-01
 Captain Jonathan Archer had never expected to
witness many different unexplainable things in his
Starfleet career, one of those things was to see
aliens from the future that would actually assist him
and his crew especially when those very aliens were
of the same race that wanted him dead…, on the
contrary, they wanted to capture him alive so they
could kill him very slowly. Now he was agreeing to
let those very aliens escort his ship back to Earth
under the pretence of protecting it from being
destroyed. Jonathan knew that thinking all this
wasn’t good especially when his wife could sense his
thoughts, and in her pregnant condition, it could
hurt the baby, their love child.
Held up in her quarters for her safety Commander
T’Pol could feel Jonathan’s thoughts and knew that
he couldn’t understand these Klingons from the
future. She too thought they were hiding something,
hiding something that she thought could not be,
something that couldn’t be at least in this moment in
this day, something, someone that shouldn’t yet be
alive for another nine months or so. T’Pol somehow
knew that the person was her and Jonathan’s child.
A child that she was hoping to meet in the flesh soon
for she figured her child should and would want to
come back to save her parents so his or her birth
would surely take place. It would be the logical thing
for any child to do, even if that child happened to be
half Vulcan and half Human.
 ………

Back at Earth, high in orbit still remaining

undetected by the orbital facilities and Starfleet
Command in San Francisco was the cloaked USS
Enterprise NCC 1701-E through the means of the
cloaked Romulan Warbird Valdore, the USS Defiant
NCC 74205, and the rest of the Romulan fleet
belonging to the Imperial Romulan State. Aboard the
Enterprise-E Captain Picard couldn’t seem to stop
pacing back and forth on his bridge. It wasn’t
because he wasn’t in a good mood or anything like
that; it only had to do with the Enterprise NX-01 and
her Klingon escorts. They were overdue for arriving
at Earth now for fifteen minutes. He was about ready
to send out a search party for them but that would
have to mean sending out the smaller cloaked
Romulan scout ships and Talon-class cruisers. Both
ships would be able to get the job done quickly but if
they managed to get caught or forced into a battle,
they would easily be destroyed for they didn’t carry
many weapons, for their only armaments were one
forward disrupter cannon. Finally with a lot of
debating in his mind going on, Picard had Empress
Donotra send out the Romulan scout ships and three
of the Talon-class cruisers.
Joining the Romulan scout ships and the Talon-
class cruisers under Picard’s orders was the USS
Defiant NCC 74205 with three Danube-class
Runabouts secured in her shuttle bay. The USS Rio
Grande NCC 72452, the USS Tiberius NCC 72458, and
the USS Amazon NCC 85621 were all standing by and
ready to launch. Captain Sisco had other plans
though, especially for the USS Rio Grande NCC
72452, he was going to personally oversee the
transfer of that ship from the Defiant to the
Enterprise NX-01 when they found her. He figured
that would be a good idea for that ship could be
used by any of her crew instead of their shuttle pods
on away missions as long as the futuristic fleet was
still in the past. Even though he knew it was a good
idea, he knew that he would still have to approve it
with Captain Picard before he could implement it.
Knowing how Picard was though, Sisco knew that
Picard would think of it as a good idea. Only time and
the Prophets knew if it would be the right decision.

*****

Mirror Universe
Year: 2163
ISS Defiant NCC 1764 & Mirror Earth

Empress Hoshi Sato of the Terran Empire had no

plans to let the Vulcan rebel T’Pol get away. She
would kill the Vulcan if she had to and no one would
be able to stop her or question her. As Empress of
the Terran Empire, her orders were final. Once T’Pol
was dead Hoshi would be able to carry out her plans
of destroying Vulcan with her invincible starship, the
ship from the future and the parallel universe that
had brought disgrace to Earth and all humans by
forming an interstellar alliance called the Federation
instead of going out into space creating a vast feared
empire. For that very reason besides the fact of
wanting to gain power, she murdered Captain
Jonathan Archer and threatened to destroy Earth if
retaliated on, with her demands being meant, she
declared herself empress of the Terran Empire
hoping all would tremble before her.
Hoshi found her thoughts drifting away more
quickly though towards the direction of her
Alternate Universe counterpart, the Hoshi Sato that
had created the Linguistics Translation Matrix in her
late thirties. Through reverse engineering the
technology found aboard the Constitution-class USS
Defiant her subjects were able to create a signal
gathering like device that was able to intercept
communications and other transmissions from the
Alternate Universe at the point where the Defiant
managed to enter their universe. Gathering this
secret information Empress Hoshi Sato hoped to gain
an advantage and launch an invasion to take over
the United Federation of Planets. It was because of
this information gathering that she had found out
that her counterpart had prematurely died, died
before she could improve the Linguistics Translation
Matrix, a death by a mysterious enemy. With her
counterpart dead Hoshi came up with her idea: “I’ll
take my forces into the Alternate Universe and offer
my assistance then when their not expecting it,
launch my attack and claim the Federation as part of
the Terran Empire.”
Leaving her thrown room, Empress Sato headed
towards the command officers chambers where all
the admirals and all the other brass headed leaders
waited for her orders before acting on anything.
When they saw her walk into the room they all stud
up and saluted her and waited for her to sit down
before they sat down again but she didn’t. Instead
she kept standing and started to pace the room,
speaking as she moved. “I want you to ready the
Defiant for an incursion into the Alternate Universe.
We are going to launch an invasion to drastically
increase the size of our empire.”
“This is will never work empress,” said her
personal bodyguard the MACOS Officer Travis
Mayweather. “There is just no way that universe’s
Starfleet is going to let us stroll into their universe
and takeover. Its just plain impossible.”
“Its not impossible when they don’t know that
our universe exists,” countered Hoshi, “they still
believe that there is only one possible universe,
theirs. They don’t expect that that kind of thinking is
wrong. Anyways their under attack by an unknown
group of races that have banned to together to wipe
out their young United Federation of Planets. If there
was a perfect time to strike, it would surely be now.”
“Advice taken, Empress,” Travis Mayweather said
stricken down in defeat. “When do we leave?”
 “Not soon enough,” answered Hoshi angrily. “We
leave in half an hour. The vessels Defiant,
Interceptor, and Orina will consist of our war fleet
along with twenty escort cruisers. We’re going to
head to the point where the Tholians discovered and
captured the Defiant. I believe that spot to be
weakest to Temporal Incursions into the alternate
universe, we just have to set our ships chrometric
particles to emanate particles matching to our
timeline and era exactly so we can end up in the
Alternate Universe’s year 2163.”
Two hours later the Terran Empire vessels
Defiant, Interceptor, the Orina and their twenty
escort ships rendezvous with one other Terran
Empire warship. That vessel was an Intrepid-class
vessel under the command of Captain Kathryn
Janeway of the ISS Voyager NCC 7642 that was also
displaced in time during the same time the USS
Voyager NCC 7642 was thrown into the Delta
Quadrant by the Caretaker in the Alternate Universe.
Only unlike that Voyager being able to get home, the
ISS Voyager became one of the strongest ships in the
Terran Empire’s Starfleet of the 2163 so they
wouldn’t allow her to leave; she too became one of
the only two strongest ships in the whole Empire.
None of the Resistance ships stud a chance against
her and the Defiant. The Age of the Empress had
truly begun.
“Contact the fleet,” ordered Empress Sato, “order
them to follow us and Voyager into what ever
phenomena that is. See you on the other side in the
Alternate Universe; make sure none of your ships are
seen on the other side unless I order it. Lets go
expand our empire.”
 THE VOID

Hoshi Sato and Major Laura weren’t doing so well

being held captive by the Votality. They didn’t know
why but they could see many different ships that
they couldn’t recognize being destroyed left and
right. “Those ships are from your future,” said the
voice that kept annoying Hoshi when ever it got the
chance or she didn’t expect it.
“How the hell do you know,” she demanded to
know. After all she had no way of knowing if the
voice was telling her the truth or not. To her she
wondered “why the hell would they even tell one of
their prisoners the truth?” either way she didn’t care
about the answer; it wouldn’t change anything, she
was still their prisoner and that would never change.
“Just believe us,” said the voice, “those ships are
from your distant future and what your seeing is
from the future anyways at a space station called
Empok Nor where the Federation is facing the
Romulans trying to defend their incursion point to
enter the past and save your beloved Enterprise NX-
01 but they’ll fail. There is no one out there in any
reality that can stop us. Therefore I suggest you take
a look at what’s happening aboard your former
starship with your ex-husband and his new Vulcan
wife.
Hoshi did as she was told even though she didn’t
want to see Jonathan. What she did see though was
a few weeks pregnant Vulcan arguing with her
husband. No matter what Jonathan could do she
observed Jonathan couldn’t seem to get through to
T’Pol. “Good they both deserve it, he more than her
for he didn’t save my life and the life of his unborn
child the day I “died” in that lousy shuttle pod.”
 THIRTY

Enterprise NX-01, Klingon Escort Fleet

&
Earth, USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E & IRS Valdore
Year: 2163

Sitting at his new station B-4 looked up from the

computer terminal he was using and while
continuing his work gave his report. “Captain, the
Enterprise NX-01 and the Klingon fleet is entering the
system. They’ll be in range in about fifteen to twenty
minutes. Do you want me to contact them?”
“No,” decided Picard, “instead contact Captain
Sisco aboard the Defiant and the Romulan scout
ships and the Talon-class cruisers that I sent out
earlier to locate the Enterprise and the Klingons and
alert them that their on their way here. Tell them
that they are hereby ordered to return to Earth at
once.”
“Aye sir,” replied the B-4, “executing your
orders.”
 ………

Aboard the Enterprise NX-01 there was trouble in

paradise. The paradise of Jonathan and T’Pol’s
relationship was being rocketed. T’Pol didn’t want
Jonathan to know what was making her so upset so
she put a lot of her mental energy into blocking her
thoughts from him. On the bridge everyone around
them could tell something was wrong and they too
couldn’t take it.
Way things were going Jonathan and T’Pol’s
relationship and marriage seemed to be heading
towards one outcome… ending in a nasty divorce.
The first ever divorce that any Vulcan would ever go
through. T’Pol deep down in her mind knew that
could happen since Jonathan was only a human and
didn’t really fully understand her culture. The only
time she ever chose to end a marriage was mutual
and it was annulled by her ex-Vulcan-husband Koss
back in 2155. No way was T’Pol going to let that
happen but she wasn’t ready to admit it to Jon or to
the rest of the crew. Being a Vulcan, T’Pol was going
to continue suppressing her emotional problem so it
wouldn’t be able to affect her or her pregnancy.

………

When the Enterprise NX-01, her Klingon escorts,

the Defiant, the Romulan scout ships and the Talon-
class cruisers returned to Earth, the futuristic
Federation fleet and its allies decloaked and revealed
itself to the sensors of the past and the eyes of
anyone that was able to see them.
Once all was visible Captain Picard had B-4 open a
channel to all the starships in range of Earth and to
Starfleet Command on the planet. Once all was quiet
he said, “This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the
United Federation of Planets’ starship USS Enterprise
NCC 1701-E and this is our combined Federation-
Allied Fleet. We’re from the future in the year 2376.
Please respond.”
“Enterprise, this Admiral Carson Black of Starfleet
Command, if you’re from the future, why are you
here?”
“To protect Earth and the Enterprise NX-01 from
the enemy you now face,” replied Picard. “This
enemy is called the New Dominion and its mostly
composed of aliens and ships from the future and
sent into the past by their Temporal Traveling allies
the Votality.”
“Say I believe you,” started Black, “how is this
your problem. Aren’t they attacking you in your
century too?”
“Yes they are,” started Picard, “we left our
Reserve Fleets in our time to fight the battle there
but we came here when history was drastically
altered with the destruction of the Enterprise NX-01
preventing the birth of an instrumental Vulcan-
Human hybrid that becomes a hero in 2376.”
 “Alright I believe you,” said Black, “Captain
Archer, I believe you’ve been listening in to this?”
“Yes Admiral,” replied Archer, “I’m not sure what
to think but their Klingon allies did lose a few ships
just to protect the Enterprise on our way back here
while passing through an asteroid field taken to be a
base by an ally of the Votality that the Klingons
called the Sernaix. If they weren’t here to protect us,
they could have allowed us to be destroyed but as
you can see they didn’t. Therefore yes, I do believe
them.”
“This is Captain Benjamin Sisco of the Federation
starship USS Defiant NCC 74205, as a measure of
good faith, one my officers, a joined Trill named Ezri
Dax is piloting a shuttle like craft over to your ship
that’s capable of traveling up to warp two. It’s a
Danube-class Runabout called the USS Rio Grande
NCC 72452. This ship is armed and is yours to use
while our forces are here in this century. Defiant
out.”
“We’re also sending you a member of my crew
that can replace your deceased Communications
Officer,” said Picard. “I think she’s some one you
might want to get to meet a lot better. Her name is
T’Lin Archer, former Captain of the Federation
starship USS Relentless NCC 50634.”
“T’Lin Archer,” thought T’Pol to Jonathan even
though she was mad at him. “Could that be our
daughter, our unborn child?”
 “Possibly,” thought Jonathan back to his wife.
“We’ll have to ask her to find out.”

*****

Two Days Later

Earth Orbit, San Francisco Shipyards

Orbiting Earth there was so many starships that

Starfleet Command had no choice but to put the
Enterprise NX-01 into a spacedock high above San
Francisco to give her a quick refit and repairs that
she desperately needed since her first battle with
the Klingons before she encountered the Klingons
from the future. In the next spacedock over, the
fourth of the NX-class starships to be built was
almost complete and ready to be christened and
launched. That ship was the NX-04 Challenger under
the command of Captain Rui Joo.
Captain Joo’s ship was ready to be launched in
the next few days for only some finishing touches
were being added to her interior and outer hulls.
Since the NX-04 Challenger was ready for launch
Starfleet Command had an idea that they knew
would be kind of reckless and extremely dangerous
but they had no choice. They were going to launch
the Challenger at the same time they re-launched
the Enterprise NX-01 and let them travel together
with Enterprise underneath the Challenger that way
the futuristic ships will never see Enterprise leave
and we’ll be able to send Captain Archer and his
crew out to locate the Sernaix and their homeworld
and negotiate a peaceful ending to these hostilities
like he managed to do with the Xindi. Of course
Captain Picard is going to be furious but we don’t
answer to him all the admirals at Starfleet Command
knew this and didn’t even give a dam.

………

Inside the Enterprise NX-01’s launch bay Jonathan

was going through the USS Rio Grande NCC 72452’s
main computer trying to get some information on
this new found enemy he faced and was also trying
to learn all about his and T’Pol’s daughter, T’Lin
Archer, before she came aboard Enterprise in a few
hours. First thing he found in her biographical
overview was the day she was born, a day that was
still nine months off meaning T’Pol was going to be
pregnant for a total of almost just over a year
meaning that the human and Vulcan DNA weren’t
going to clash affecting the pregnancy… nor her.
“That’s’ enough about T’Lin for now,” he thought,
especially when T’Pol can read what I’m reading
through our shared mental bond, “don’t want to
know something that could ruin my relationship with
her before she’s even born. Instead, I think its time to
learn how to pilot this craft and to power up its
shields and weapons.”
 “Archer to the bridge,” said Archer into the Rio
Grande’s communications system, “permission to
launch the Rio Grande for a little shakedown cruise
to Neptune.”
“Permission granted,” came Reed’s voice over the
intercom, “Godspeed Archer.”
Jonathan put the new runabout under his
command to full impulse and flew through the
opening launch bay doors into open space and away
from the Enterprise and her spacedock almost hitting
the aft portion of the dock as he left.
Once clear of the primary shipping lanes and
other incoming and outgoing ships, Jonathan
brought the Rio Grande’s warp core online and set
the ship to warp one point five on a course out of
the system. As the Rio Grande got closer to Neptune
proximity alarms went off all over the ship as the tiny
vessel automatically dropped out of warp switching
to impulse. Seconds later a tactical display popped
up over the helm controls displaying the solute of a
cloaked vessel. Checking the scanners for any errors
and not finding a single one Jonathan decided the
safest bet would be to raise shields and to arm the
forward torpedo tubes just incase he had to defend
himself. For no matter how much T’Pol was mad at
him, he planned on returning home to his wife and
unborn child and not joining Hoshi in the afterlife
yet.
Not wanting to give away his position, Jonathan
set a course towards Neptune fully going around the
unknown vessel surprisingly without being detected
by the other vessel’s primitive scanners. Once out of
range of the alien vessel Jonathan fired one micro-
torpedo towards the cloaked vessel to try and find
out what ship it was and maybe forcefully get it to
decloak. As the micro-torpedo hit its mark, the alien
vessel’s cloak rippled and failed under the small
futuristic Runabout’s weaponry revealing a Suliban
cell ship.
Seeing the cell ship didn’t at all surprise Jonathan,
he had automatically figured the Suliban were part
of the enemy alliance by orders of the mysterious
man from the twenty-fourth century. What he had
to do now was to let Starfleet know, so he armed the
Runabout’s phasers and locked them onto the cell
ship and fired. A small explosion rocketed through
the tiny cell ship killing the sol Suliban occupant but
also disabling the tiny craft so it wouldn’t recloak
ever again or during the return trip back to Earth and
Enterprise. With the Suliban cell ship disabled
Jonathan activated the tractor beam on it and
headed back into warp.

………

“Suliban?” asked Admiral Carson Black. The

admiral still couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It
had been an hour since Jonathan had returned from
his little incursion to Neptune with the cell ship and
still no one could even believe that he had really
discovered the cell ship. “What the hell do they
want?” demanded to know Black.
“Unknown,” replied Jonathan looking into his
desktop’s viewer back in his Ready Room on
Enterprise. “They might just be here spying on us for
the New Dominion or they could even have their
own agenda. We just don’t know, but I have T’Pol
and Reed going over the ship’s logs to find out since
the occupant is dead because of my attack. I’ll have
to get back to you admiral once we know more.
Enterprise out.”
As the screen went black Jonathan could only
think about what was yet to come. Knowing that
whatever was to happen next would change his life
one way or another. The ‘Temporal War’ as his
Starfleet had started calling was taking its toll on
him, his family, his crew and all the his other fellow
Starfleet Officers on the other ships scattered
throughout the Alpha Quadrant from the original
Coalition of Planets. No matter what was about to
happen the events that set it in motion would never
be able to be undone. The full fledged war was
about to begin and many brave and loyal Starfleet
Officers were going to die.
 THIRTY-ONE

Qo’noS
Year: 2376

Acting Klingon Chancellor Blu’cok felt better since

he had left the Imperial Palace and was on his way to
the Klingon dreadnought IKS Cau’casus. As his
transport craft got within visual range of his creation
he could tell that she truly was a massive warship.
He could only hope that she was as strong as how
wicked she looked with all her weapons tubes. Just
looking at her, Blu’cok knew that she was ready to
be launched he could only hope that her Quantum
Singularity Device would work and bring her into the
past to the year 2162 so he could win the war and all
the glory that it would bring him in the empire.
Today to him was a good day to become a hero so as
soon as he got aboard to the ship and to the bridge
he gave his first important order ever, “activate the
Quantum Singularity Device, take us into the past,
just forget about warpdrive for now.”
 Lights flickered and flashed on board the ship
while on the outside it started to light up the skies
above Qo’noS as if another sun had appeared.
Seconds later though, the second sun was gone and
reappeared above Qo’noS to be seen by some
unsuspecting Klingon inhabitants of the planet in
2163.

****

Qo’noS
Year: 2163

Chancellor M’Rek right away saw the new star as

it appeared above Qo’noS since he was looking out
side from his private room’s window looking towards
the skies of his homeworld and the center of his
empire. He called to one of his aides who came into
the room running asking “What is it my Lord?”
“What is that?” asked M’Rek, “it wasn’t there a
second ago.”
Admiral Krell walked into the room and over
heard the chancellor’s question. “It’s a star sir,” he
answered.
“It just appeared.” Said M’Rek as the new star
simmered out and died. “Now its gone if you didn’t
notice.”
“It’s a ship my Lord,” came the screams of one of
the admirals from another room. “According to my
readings its come from the future I would say for it
just appeared and has now left leaving at warp two
towards Federation space. According to our initial
scans, all bio-signatures aboard belong to Klingons.”
“Send some ships after them,” ordered M’Rek, “I
want to know who they are, and now.”
“Sorry sir we can’t do that,” reported Krell, “they
activated something that’s made them invisible to all
kinds of scanners. We’ve lost them sir.”
“I demand that you keep an eye on and all our
sensors trained on Federation Space for whenever
that ship returns we know who they make contact
with. You’re all dismissed.” Chancellor M’Rek turned
and left the room heading to his thrown room.

****

Earth

Aboard the Enterprise NX-01 tensions were rising

and it wasn’t because of the secret launch coming
up. No, the tensions were high because everything
between Jonathan and T’Pol was still going wrong.
She had even stopped sleeping in his quarters and
decided to return to her old quarters until things
passed over; if they ever would. It was getting so out
of hand that even though no one knew what the
problem was, it was starting to effect everyday life
onboard the Enterprise.
“Incoming message from Starfleet Command,”
said Jonathan’s computer terminal on his desk in his
quarters. He went over to it, input his authorization
code and waited as the screen shifted from the
ship’s status screen to the Starfleet emblem then to
the image of Admiral Black. Seeing Jonathan’s face
the admiral asked, “Catch you at a bad time
captain.”
“No admiral,” replied Jonathan, “its just T’Pol,
she’s not talking to me at the moment, I think it has
something to do with the pregnancy. Hopefully it will
pass, she’s staying in her own quarters lately so its
just me and Porthos. So what do you need?”
“Captain you might want to gather up your Senior
Officers and pass this on directly to them after we
end this conversation,” Black said.
“Understood sir,” Jonathan replied in a
questioning voice. “Now what is this all about?”
“You’re taking Enterprise out… alone… to search
for the Sernaix homeworld. I want you to do what
you did during the Xindi incident and try to convince
them not to attack us, that we’re not the enemy, but
the Votality is. You’re to consider Enterprise
expendable if you get into any situation you can’t get
out of. This is war Jon; I don’t have to tell you what it
will mean if you fail.”
“No sir you don’t.”
“Good and Godspeed Jon, Admiral Black out.” The
computer screen went black then returned to the
Starfleet emblem and seconds later back to
Enterprise’s status screen. Jonathan activated his
terminals inter-ship communications system and
said, “All Senior Officers, report to the Situation
Room in thirty minutes. Archer out.”
Thirty minutes later Jonathan and the rest of the
Senior Officers including T’Lin watched as
Commander T’Pol walked in three minutes late and
took her seat beside the Captain/her husband.
As his wife sat down, Jonathan started to speak.
He knew that what he was about to say would
surprise everyone present including T’Lin but he had
no choice for he had his orders. So he spoke up and
said “Now that we’re all here, I want you to know
Starfleet Command’s new mission for us. We’re
going to be leaving spacedock at the same time as
the NX-04 Challenger and set a course to start
searching for the Sernaix homeworld. Here’s how
our mission will work, we’ll be leaving with her,
hugging her belly all the way out of spacedock.
That’s where we’ll stay until she goes to warp, then
we’ll mask our warp field to match hers and hitch a
ride all the way to Kental, which we believe to be the
Sernaix homeworld; right under the noses of the
Votality, the Shedai, the Sernaix, the New Dominion,
the Furies and the futuristic Federation forces. I’m
sorry T’Lin, but we have to do this, so as your father,
I’m ordering you to keep our mission under raps and
to join this crew as our Communications Officer.”
“I’ll be delighted father,” replied the futuristic
form of his unborn daughter. T’Lin looked down at
her futuristic Starfleet insignia and combadge and
removed it from her uniform doing what she was
about to do as her father’s child and not as a
Starfleet Officer. She stud up went to her father’s
side and hugged him showing that she didn’t fully
follow all Vulcan traditions that her mother
obviously was going to teach her. Then looking
towards her mother she raised her left hand and
spread her fingers forming a “V” and said “Live long
and prosper mother.”
“T’Pol returned the traditional Vulcan salute and
reply “Peace and long life my beloved daughter.”
Looking over at his wife and the adult form of the
very daughter still within her womb Jonathan said,
“This meeting is over, you’re all dismissed. Travis, get
to work masking out warp signature at the helm,
Burch, you get to work on our warp reactor so the
plasma flows match precisely. We need this to work
right or we’re not going to be fooling anybody.”
“We’ll get right on that,” they both said in unison.
As they walked back towards the bridge they said
“keep in touch through the com, we have to get this
done right.”
Back on the bridge as the work was progressing to
get the ship ready for her new mission, something
else was progressing that was already getting the
tensions to boil and even T’Lin saw it and she knew
she had never seen anything like it before.
Something that was starting to get worse and worse
for the bridge officers but they figured it would pass
when they were to launch and their new mission was
to begin.
 *****

Picard felt uneasy in his quarters trying to sleep.

He just had this feeling that something was going to
happen but he couldn’t put his finger on it. All he
knew that what ever it was the fate of the United
Federation of Planets and the future lied in the
balance. To put his suspicions at ease he contacted
Chancellor Martok who set the Klingon Vor’cha-class
battle cruiser IKS Kinken out onto patrol of the Sol
System. Only she never found anything to report
back, all was quite, too quite. Still Picard couldn’t
sleep easily.
 THIRTY-TWO

Earth
Enterprise NX-01’s Re-launch Day

Jonathan so badly wanted to make things right

with T’Pol even though he didn’t know what he had
done wrong for she had been keeping it blocked
from their shared consciousness. Of course she knew
this whole thing was killing him inside and really
taking its toll but she didn’t seem to care yet. Jon
was hoping that her Vulcan heart would eventually
show some compassion but each day that idea
seemed to become less and less of a reality of
happening. He was ready to cry and he knew that no
matter what she could feel that that she was doing
to him was drastically hurting his feelings.
“Father, will you join me for lunch?” asked T’Lin
at about ship’s noon, “I think we have more to
discuss.”
“I’d be delighted,” replied Jonathan, “I’ll meet you
in the Captain’s mess in ten minutes. You can go
down now if you wish, have the Steward let you in.”
“I’ll wait,” replied T’Lin to her father.
 About ten minutes later, Jonathan looked up at
his wife at her station and said “You have the bridge
T’Pol.” Only she didn’t acknowledge him or anything,
instead as soon as he and their futuristic daughter
entered the turbolift, she rose from her seat and
took the center chair.
At lunch with her father T’Lin wanted to tell him
that what was going on between him and his wife
wasn’t supposed to be happening. In fact there were
so many things going wrong with the timeline that
she had no idea how drastically her future would
change. History of the twenty-third century was
about to drastically be rewritten at the hands of the
Sernaix and the rest of the New Dominion. “Father,
things aren’t as they are supposed to be. The
recorded history from my era is being changed some
how, you and my mother never had this argument,
Enterprise never even was ordered to go into the
Beta Quadrant, but the fact that this ship was
destroyed with all hands aboard still exists, but with
one extra causality… me.”
“My daughter,” started Jonathan, “my crew and I
have been through a lot like this before. Especially
while in the Delphic Expanse hunting down the Xindi
and preventing them from destroying Earth. We’ll be
fine, you’re with the best crew Starfleet has to offer,
and that’s the truth even if your mother and I are
arguing, because we still love you no matter what
even though your mother doesn’t show it in her
suppressed emotions.”
 “Alright father,” replied T’Lin, “of course I believe
you but we have to at least make sure my timeline
returns to normal. I hope you and my mother can
work things out before I’m truly born. Now lets enjoy
our lunches so we can relieve mom from command
so she can get something to eat too.”

………

Hours Later

Life on the bridge of the Enterprise hadn’t

returned to its usual norm that had graced the ship
during their prior missions. Tension hadn’t been this
high since the Xindi mission or the Romulan crisis
back in 2161 near the ending of the Romulan-Earth
War. At least then everyone knew why the tensions
were high and why Trip and T’Pol weren’t affected.
Now though things were different, almost every
relationship going on aboard the ship seemed that
they were about to tare themselves apart. It was
time some of the bridge officers thought to put a
stop to the whole thing once and for all for it was
getting to the point that everyone that wasn’t
involved in the tension wanted off the bridge but
their duties wouldn’t warrant it.
Sometimes from her Communications Station
T’Lin would steal a glance over towards her father
and then her mother. When she looked at her father,
she could tell that he was unhappy; he hadn’t even
smiled at her or anyone else anymore. Things were
definitely getting bad for him even though he
wouldn’t admit it.
When the shift finally ended T’Lin decided to do
the same thing everyone else was doing, to get away
from the bridge and her parents, so she headed
down to the Mess hull with the rest of the bridge
officers. That’s when she got caught up in their
discussion involving her parents, a discussion that
she knew she shouldn’t but deep down inside her
gut she knew she had no choice but to do so if there
was someway of setting things right once and for all.
So she put her own two senses into their
conversation.
Hearing the last words that Ensign Mayweather
had said T’Lin decided to add: “he’s frowning almost
constantly these days and when he looks at
Commander T’Pol, I mean my mother, whoosh. He
looks like he wants to do something to her, and I’m
not going to even try to guess what that could be, I
know he won’t try to hurt her or kill her, he loves her
too much to ever bring any harm to her, its just I
would say he so hurt by this that it hurts to even look
at her none less say anything to her without tearing
up..”
Tilting her head back, she took a quick glance at
her mother and said “Yep, she’s still ignoring him, all
she does lately is keeps her head in her work like
she’s doing now.”
 She thought back to the first time when the
Captain had snapped at her mother during this
voyages and started to cry just because it was all
over her not providing him information immediately
when he wanted it.
“Commander, I asked you if there was anything
on that planet to assist us with our mission.”
T’Pol arched an eyebrow and replied coldly
unemotional, “Captain, the Nebula Cloud is still
preventing long, range scanning in this area, and
until this ship can get close enough to the planet for
the sensors to be functional again, I cannot provide
answers to your questions, I’m sorry.”
“Are you telling me to be patient?” He was angry
and everyone was glad he was taking it out on T’Pol.
Without any expression in her face or voice, “I
cannot run planetary scans until we are closer to the
planet.”
“That’s not good enough, Commander, I want
that data.”
“Captain, I cannot change the physical laws of the
universe to accommodate your wants.”
They had a fight on the bridge! A fight! The bridge
crew didn’t know what to do. After initially looking
up in surprise, they had quickly looked down at their
consoles. Pretending not to notice. Right, not notice.
They hadn’t fought like that since the beginning of
the ship’s voyage. Now if it didn’t happen it was a
good day.
 She didn’t know what was going on with them
and neither did Malcolm nor Travis. She even tried
talking to Burch and he didn’t know anything either.
She thought about Burch and Malcolm, they were
almost out of the dog house, but Archer and T’Pol
still watched them.
“Burch,” she just shook her head as she worked
her console, “he’s getting weirder and weirder. One
minute he’s fine, then bang, he’s goes weird again. I
don’t have any idea what to do about him.”
Now we have this problem with Captain Archer
and Commander T’Pol. It’s affecting us on the bridge.
We’re afraid to talk about anything. The Captain
won’t yell at you, but you can tell he’s making an
effort to be calm with everyone.”
And T’Pol, of course, she won’t yell at anyone
either, but that biting Vulcan logic is firmly back in
place. She’s tempered it with everyone else, but
when the Captain’s on the bridge. She shook her
head again. “What happened?”
After shift change, she’d go and see Phlox. He had
called her earlier asking that she come down when
her shift was over. Maybe he knew what was going
on. Something had to be done before the ship
mutinied in frustration. Joe said that even the
Sergeant Major just shook his head at this situation.
Everyone saw it, but no one knew what to do.
Finally! Its shift change! The last few hours, even
after T’Pol had been able to run the scans for the
Captain, were strained almost to the breaking point.
This shouldn’t be happening, not on the bridge, not
on this ship.
They all waited for Archer and T’Pol to hand, off
their duties and they quickly followed them off the
bridge. Some got in the “lift with the Captain and the
others waited for the one with T’Pol. Archer and
T’Pol didn’t even share the same “lift anymore if
they could help it.
T’Lin entered Sickbay and found Phlox, Reed,
Travis, the Sergeant Major, and Layne already there.
Burch barreled in after her. “Okay, I’m here.
What’s the emergency?” He demanded as he looked
around the room, “What’s going on? Why are we
here?”
Phlox took a few steps into the middle of the
room. “Computer, secure Sickbay doors.” He looked
around, “I took that precaution because we don’t
want the Captain or the Commander to walk into
this discussion.”
He looked at T’Lin then Reed and Travis, “I
understand that things have gotten very tense on
the bridge lately.”
T’Lin nodded, “Tense is the nice way to describe
it. It’s awful. It used to be fun and I enjoyed being
there. But now, its just...awful.” She looked around,
“Does anyone know why?”
Sergeant Major Snowden stepped up, “I may have
caused some problems when I suggested to the
Captain that he make his move on the Commander.”
 Layne turned around to look at him in surprise,
“Sergeant Major?” Snowden shrugged.
Reed and Travis looked at each other, and then
Reed said, “No, that wouldn’t have done it. It’s just
been recently that things have changed.”
Travis nodded, “Remember a couple of years ago,
when he said that he trusted her guesses over most
people’s facts?”
Everyone nodded, “it happened while we were in
the Delphic Expanse trying to find the Xindi when he
said that,” said Reed. Only it was something T’Lin
had never heard about her parents, she
remembered them talking about the expanse but
not much because that’s was the time while her
mother was still with that jerk that they realized was
better off dead, or in the hands of the Romulans,
Commander Tucker. Even Burch being the newest
member of the crew and Trip’s replacement didn’t
know anything about the whole dam thing and still
felt that if the Captain and his wife were fighting that
they shouldn’t be together then and to just let them
breakup
He shrugged, “I noticed how crappy it’s been
whenever they’re around. I tried to talk to Jon about
it, but he’s not talking and he just ordered me to
drop it.”
He looked around, “And, I’m not even going to try
to talk with T’Pol. She took out a Ranger team.”
Snowden nodded, “She probably wouldn’t talk
anyway. Vulcan is a very private culture.”
 He looked around, “We need to manufacture a
situation that makes them talk with each other. If
they get together, there’s a good chance that they’ll
work this out. If we don’t do something, I really
believe this mission could be in danger.”
This time Reed shook his head, “No, Sergeant
Major, that’s not true. They wouldn’t let any
personal problems affect their performance. We’ve
already gone through this.”
Frowning in confusion, “What do you mean?”
Burch grimaced, “When the Commander first
came onboard, the Captain hated her, hated all
Vulcans. Blamed them for his father’s failure to get
to space and he took it out on T’Pol.”
He glanced at Reed, Travis, and T’Lin, “But they
put all the difficulties behind them when they were
on, duty, well maybe only a few snide comments
from the Captain until they got used to each other
and us to her.”
Phlox asked, “If we put them together, say for a
night, are we assuming that they would talk about
whatever happened? Because they might not.”
They looked “almost” positive, and then T’Lin
asked the question they all thought, “Where?”
Phlox answered, “I don’t want them in Sickbay. If
the Commander gets angry again, well, I can’t loose
this equipment.”
Burch shook his head, “Not in Engineering. They
could blow up the ship.”
Reed asked, “What about one of their cabins?”
 Travis said, “No, they need a neutral area. And
Porthos would need to be taken care of.”
They looked at Snowden, “No, not in our area
either. I think we need a smaller place that we can
monitor and make sure no one gets hurt.”
Burch nodded, “But not watch.”
They all nodded, “Definitely not watch.”
Reed asked, “What about the brig?”
With surprised expressions, they all looked at
each other. The brig?
Burch stared at everyone, “So, we’re saying that
we’re going to lock the Captain and T’Pol in the brig
together and hope for the best?”
Phlox nodded, “That’s what it sounds like.”
“That’s crazy. If they don’t kill each other, they’re
going to kill us. You know, they’ll figure it out in two
seconds.”
T’Lin shot back, “Do you have a better idea?”
Rolling his eyes, Burch sighed, “No.” He looked at
them, “I guess at this point, anything would be
better than it is now. At least we could get our minds
back on why were out here.”
He pointed at them, “But when they lock us in the
brig and throw away the key, I’m going to blame it all
on you guys.”
Phlox stepped forward, “How are we going to get
them there?” He looked specifically at Snowden and
Reed.
Snowden nodded, “I can get Captain Archer
there.”
 Reed sighed, “Yes, I can probably get the
Commander there, too.”
Travis added, “We’ll need to have this timed
down to the second.
T’Pol’s fast. She could escape before we can close
the doors to lock them in. You’ll also need some
good excuse to get them in there in the first place.”
Snowden nodded, “We’ll tell them that its about
a training exercise.” That got a little chuckle out of
everyone.
Reed, “When do we do this?”
“Tonight after dinner? Let’s let them eat and let
the Captain take Porthos for his walk.” T’Lin looked
at everyone and they nodded.
Burch took a deep breath and shook his head, “I
can’t believe I’m saying this, but we’ll need to keep
them under surveillance. T’Lin, can you and Joe go to
dinner and take a long time? That way you can
watch them. Let us know when they arrive and
leave. We also need to coordinate the time to put
them in the brig.”
Reed shook his head, “Well, I can’t believe I’m
putting my own Captain in the brig so he can talk
with his First Officer.”
Burch stared at everyone and said very seriously,
almost like the Commander he used to be, “We all
need to understand that if this doesn’t work, he’ll
never trust any of us again.”
 He paused to ensure they understood their
personal risk, “Even if it does work, he may still not
be happy.”
Phlox agreed, “You’re right, Commander, this
whole “training exercise” is a risk. But we can’t
ignore it the situation any longer. It’s affecting the
bridge now and will soon spread to the rest of the
ship. Everyone notices that they don’t see them
together anymore. I’m hoping that this will correct
whatever went wrong, and that they understand we
did it only out of respect and our friendship for
them.”
Everyone nodded in concurrence.
Throwing his hands up in surrender, Burch said,
“All right, all right. Jon will probably go to the Mess
at nineteen hundred hours and T’Pol will be finished
by then and go back to her quarters.”
Everybody stared at him, “What? I can’t notice
what’s going on around me?” He continued, “If you
time it right, you can catch them either as T’Pol
goes to gym and Jon returns to his cabin to change
or about an hour later, when T’Pol leaves the gym
and Jon will goes there.”
They all stared at him in amazement, “What? I
had to think about something else or go crazy.”
Snowden stifled a laugh, “I’ll have to mention that
to my MACOs. They never noticed.”
With another beleaguered sigh, Burch continued,
“Let’s do this when T’Pol leaves the gym and the
Captain goes. That way less of the crew will know
what’s happening.”
He stared fiercely at Snowden, “I don’t want all of
the MACOs knowing either. Do you understand me,
Sergeant Major?”
For awhile it was a staring contest, but Snowden
finally gave in, “All right, I agree. I wouldn’t want my
crew or MACOs to know about this if it was about
me.”
Snowden knew that Archer’s crew respected and
trusted him. In fact, most of the crew was surprised,
and possibly chagrined, when Archer and T’Pol
agreed with his many of “requests.” They did only
because they were logical and necessary.
But he also knew that if either one of them
thought any of his requests affected the safety of the
ship, its crew or the mission, they’d override him.
He’d expected them to do so if and when they
thought it was necessary. After all, there is only one
captain and on this ship it’s Jonathon Archer. He’s
got the final responsibility, the final authority, for the
ship and its mission.
Snowden thought about what could be going
through Archer’s mind, as he had since he had been
ordered to join the Enterprise’s crew. He had
researched him, his methods, and his personality,
even his past friendships and relationships. He
needed to understand how Archer thought, how he
handled his command responsibilities, and the crew.
That let Snowden know how to interact with Archer
to accomplish the Ranger mission.
What really surprised Snowden was that the
responsibility, and the burden, was something
Archer shared with a Vulcan. He knew some would
have concerns taking orders from her. Shaking his
head at himself, well probably not the Starfleet crew,
but some of his MACOs would. She’s proven her
worth, though, and he respected her. He could
appreciate what Archer saw in her. While he didn’t
have the same faith in Burch that he had in Archer
and T’Pol, in this particular instance he’d go along
with him.
T’Lin said, “Let’s use a code word, something they
won’t figure out too soon. How about ‘strain?’”
They all looked strained, but agreed. Burch made
another decision, “All right, twenty-thirty hours,
Reed will start towards T’Pol’s quarters and
Snowden will end up in the gym. That’s on different
decks, so you shouldn’t cross each other paths’. Get
them into the brig cell at twenty-forty-five and I’ll
snap the force field down on them.”
Phlox added, “Commander, I think it may be more
appropriate if I monitor the Captain and the
Commander.”
Taking a breath in relief, “Yeah, absolutely. There
are some things you just don’t want to know about
your Captain and First Officer.”
Everyone nodded. “Okay, T’Lin, you and Joe go
have a really long dinner tonight. Travis, you have
this intense need to work out tonight. The rest of us
will go about our normal business until twenty-
twenty-five hours and then get into position. Got it?”
At their agreement, “All right, people, let’s go
stop this “strain”.”

Inside The Brig

A Few Minutes Later

Reed escorted T’Pol in the brig and to the cell,

“Ma’am, if you’ll wait right here, I’ll notify the
MACOs and start the exercise in about 30 seconds.”
With both eyebrows arched, she finally nodded.
“SHIT. She’s already suspicious.”
Snowden came in with Archer. “Captain, the
scenario begins in the brig cell. If you would wait
there, I’ll send the MACOs in.”
Archer walked into the cell and froze when he
saw T’Pol on the far side.
Swoosh, the door slammed into place!
T’Pol looked at the door, then Archer.
With calm Vulcan composure, “Captain, the door
has been closed on us and we are locked in this cell.”
“Yeah, I noticed, Commander.”
Standing at ease with her hands behind her back,
“Why would we be locked together in the brig,
Captain? This could not have been an accident.”
He studied her and slowly nodded, “True.”
Archer didn’t move, “Sergeant Major Snowden
told me there was a training exercise that needed
either you or me to participate in, but that you
couldn’t as you were in the shower.”
She looked down at her clothes, “As you can see, I
have not been in the shower.”
She paused a moment, “Lt Reed came to me,
requesting that I monitor a training exercise in the
brig as you were exercising in the gym.”
“That was true, I was in the gym. But I don’t think
there’s an exercise in the brig this evening. I think we
got locked in here on purpose.”
“Agreed.”
Just standing there not saying anything but
starring at each other, T’Pol and Archer thought
about the predicament they found themselves in. for
five minutes no one said anything.
Archer finally broke the silence, “Don’t you want
to know why?”
“Yes.”
In frustration, “Is that all you’re going to say?”
More Minutes Passed In Silence. Before long they
had just managed to say nothing for fifteen minutes.
The whole predicament was turning the situation
worse or so it seemed.
Phlox watched the monitors, shaking his head.
They were so hardheaded, but the Captain seemed
more amenable than T’Pol. What did he do to T’Pol
to make her back away as much as she had? He and
Archer had talked; even he and T’Pol had spoken.
Yes, there’s some emotional friction, cultural issues,
and command problems, but something that could
cause this was never mentioned. What else had
happened?
Archer moved to sit on one of the benches affixed
to the wall. T’Pol slowly moved to the bench furthest
from him.
Archer sighed to himself, he knew that he would
have to be extra careful or this could all go up in
flames and they’d never be able to work together
again.
He knew, hell they both knew, that this whole
brig thing was the crew. They decided to take
matters, not to mention their careers, in their own
hands and force them together. To try to work out
what was wrong between them. He was going to try
his hardest to take this opportunity and make it
work. If she didn’t kill him first.
“Commander, I believe that our crew decided to
help us work through our problem, even though they
don’t know what it is.”
She stared at him, and then nodded.
“How does that make you feel? “ Phlox cringed.
Archer regrouped, “I mean, what do you think of
their actions?”
She weighed her answer, then shooting him a
cold glance
“Interfering.” She paused a moment, “But with
good intentions.”
Sighing to himself, “It’s going to be a long night.”
He nodded, “Yeah, I agree. The atmosphere on the
bridge must be really bad to make them do this.
We’re not setting a good example with our
behavior.”
She shot him a freezing look.
“Okay. Gently Jon, gently. Don’t piss her off any
more.”
As another thirty more minutes passed in silence,
Phlox thought, “Captain, you can’t outwait a Vulcan.
Just tread carefully.”But that only turned out to be
fruitless since the Captain wouldn’t hear him
anyways.
Burch came in and looked in at Phlox, but not the
monitors, and whispered, “How’s it going in there?”
Shrugging, “Well, I now believe that the Captain
did something to instigate this. He’s trying to talk,
but it’s not easy with a Vulcan who won’t.”
Snorting, “I bet. I’m going back to the bridge, then
my quarters to catch some sleep. Call me if you need
me.”
Phlox nodded and went back to watching. They
were still sitting on opposite sides of the room.
Archer was staring at T’Pol and she was staring at
the floor.
He broke the silence, “T’Pol, for what it’s worth,
I’m sorry.”
She looked up at him, then away.
He laid the back of his head against the wall, and
took a breath, “T’Pol, I mean it. I really am, but I’m
not sure what I did.”
 She looked at him, “I know, Captain. You have
said that before. I have tried to tell you what is
wrong and you always stop me.”
He stopped, again, right there. This is where it
usually turned into him shouting and she staring
holes through him and storming out the door. Once
he had gotten in her way and she practically threw
him into the wall. Of course, she had come back in to
make sure he was alright, but then left again when
she saw he was.
Archer couldn’t take it anymore. For thirty
minutes neither he nor T’Pol said a signal word. So
sighing, he made his decision. One that, for some
reason, he had been fiercely fighting against making
every day, “T’Pol, I give up. I won’t fight you
anymore. Tell me what I need to do, what you need
to do.”
He had her attention now. In a gruff voice, laden
with emotion, he continued, “We’re losing our
friendship. I hate that. I want that back, I want our
command relationship back. I want to go back to
where we were a month ago.”
She continued to stare at him, not saying a word.
Phlox was intrigued, okay, he was nosey. No one
could figure out what happened, now he was about
to find out.
He sighed sadly, “No, I won’t. If T’Pol responds, I’ll
turn down the audio and just watch them. If they
wanted someone to know they would have told
someone.”
 She nodded once. She continued to watch him.
She had thought long and hard through many nights
about what he had done. She had to acknowledge
that he did not understand what he had done. But
when she tried to tell him about the consequences
of his actions, he would not even discuss it. That she
could not understand. He always wanted her to tell
him things in the past.
While she knew that he really did not know what
he did, the consequences of it were slowly driving
her insane. And the consequences were the very
thing he wouldn’t discuss. Meditation was almost
useless, causing her to become more inflexible as
she over, controlled to compensate. She had to do
something to take back control.
Her internal conversation took another 30
minutes, a silent 30 minutes.
Archer was getting frustrated. He thought she
was ignoring him again. So he decided to try
honesty, “T’Pol, I’m feeling hurt and angry with this
silence.”
Her head snapped up and she replied, “I know.”
He ground his jaws together so he wouldn’t say
what he was thinking. It wouldn’t help matters.
Still staring at him, “I know that, too.”
Phlox’s jaw dropped, “What does that mean?”
Archer surged up from the bench, “Alright,
Commander, if you want to argue about this for the
fifteenth time, let’s go for it. Give me your best shot;
you’ve done it enough so it should be easy for you!”
 She flowed up from her bench with silent, feline
grace. They stared at each other; Phlox could feel the
intensity through the view screen. His hand hovered
over the button that would release crowd control
gases into the cell.
They both could see T’Pol was trying to control;
finally she pushed her hands behind her back and
assumed her “at ease” stance. What Phlox could see,
and Archer couldn’t, was that she had clenched her
hands together so tightly that they were yellow with
tension.
In a gravelly voice, “You do not know what you
are doing to me. I am trying very hard to keep
control.”
That was the first time she had ever said that to
him. Frowning in confusion, “Explain, I don’t
understand.”
He studied how she stood there, the stiff tension
in her body, and how she seemed to hold herself
back from something.
He shook his head to clear that thought from his
mind. He was getting angry that she wasn’t
answering him again. Suddenly she whipped around
to face the wall. Her shoulders rigid with the effort of
controlling an inner struggle.
In a voice he could bearly hear, “This is the
consequences of what you did in Sickbay when we
first found out that I, we, were pregnant, but have
not allowed me to explain to you yet.”
 He fought through the fear and shock that shot
through him and he saw her shudder. “Oh, shit.”
Some instinct said that this was so significant it
would affect him forever.
Again, in a low voice, “Do you not think that I am
concerned about this, also?”
A thought raced across his mind and he took
chance. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. He
watched T’Pol. After a moment, her shoulders
relaxed and dropped a centimeter. Another moment
passed and she looked over her shoulder at him.
“Yes, you are correct.”
In response to that Archer froze in mid-breathe.
She then said, “Breathe, Captain.”
Another thought crossed his mind, and she
replied, “No, I cannot tell you that everything will be
all right.”
He took a couple of breaths, and then asked in an
amazed voice, “I did this, didn’t I? When you were in
Sickbay, being effected by this space. I knew that you
were a touch telepath “
“Am.”
He squinted at her, “Yeah, you’re a touch
telepath. So, exactly what did I do?”
She slowly turned back to face him, watching him.
“During your conversation with Dr. Phlox, he said
that he could not help me because I was not calm
enough, yet he did not want to give me any
sedatives because that would have an affect on the
scans.”
 Confused, “How do you know that?”
“Because you think about it.” She was still not
relaxed, the tension still held her body taut as he
thought about everything.
Phlox nodded as he listened. He knew that soon
he’d have to turn off the audio and just watch. But
he thought that they may be past the danger point.
Archer still frowned, but was quickly adapting,
“Please, go on.”
“You wanted to somehow comfort me and calm
my fears and violence.” Both Phlox and Archer were
stunned at how calmly she spoke of her violent
behavior.
He nodded.
“You did what you would do to a human. But
instead you touched a telepath by placing your hand
on my shoulder and another on the side of my face
touching my Katra points.” She studied him, “you
made me feel more of what I didn’t know you felt.”
With dispassion she continued to relay this very
personal information, “Under normal circumstances I
would shield myself, and you, from me knowing your
thoughts and feelings. However, that has turned
harder lately.”
“My mental shielding was down. Everyone’s
thoughts and feelings were storming into me. My
control of myself and my emotions was shredded
and I could not re-erect them. Too much was
flooding into me all because of this pregnancy, I even
ended up sending my symptoms on to you.”
 Realizing what happened, “You calmed down
when I touched your hand and held you after you
found out though, I remember feeling it coming from
you.”
She nodded, “Yes, I did. When you touched my
face you... somehow touched the exact meld
locations that provide a direct linkage between my
mind and yours.”
She straightened her shoulders and took a
breathe, “You wanted me to be calm. Your thoughts
came sweeping into my mind, pushing out
everything else. Sharing your strength with me.
Because of that, I was able to rebuild control, with
the peace of mind you brought. You were protecting
me from the emotions. You focused on what you
wanted for me, and what you felt for me also came
through.”
She looked at the floor and continued, “my mind
touched yours...linked to yours... even stronger than
it did the day we first made love during my Pon’
Farr.”
He stared at her, “Then what?”
“You had given me the time to rest in the eye of
the storm. The ship was moving out of the nebula
and I was growing stronger with my mental control. I
could not have done it without your help.”
He asked softly, “Then what, T’Pol?”
She tilted her head to the side, “When my mind
touched yours back...” She stopped and considered
him, “Did you feel any pain during that time?”
 Shaking his head, still frowning, “No. Should I
have?”
“No. A successful bond between two willing
partners should not hurt, but I have been feeling a
little pain from my pregnancy Jon, I think its because
of the fact that our child is a hybrid of our two
species.”
She nodded. Phlox’s jaw dropped for the second
time. “Of course! That’s why she’s been unusually
withdrawn, and so very tired looking, and why
they’ve been fighting!”
“Why didn’t you tell me!” Burst out from
Jonathon. T’Pol tensed and arched any eyebrow at
him.
“I have been trying to do that for two weeks.”
He shook his head, and said more calmly, “Sorry.
But why did you stop?”
“To take a thought from your mind, “You can lead
a horse to water, but you cannot make him drink.”
Phlox smiled sadly. He would have wanted to hurt
him a little bit himself. She must have a very strong
mind to be able to control their combined emotions
for so long. No wonder things had been going wrong
for the past few weeks. He reached over to turn off
the audio, leaving only the video hookup. Now that
he knew what the problem was, he didn’t need to
listen to their personal confessions any longer. He
hoped that they could rectify this between
themselves.
 Archer nodded thoughtfully. “But why have we
been fighting so much? What went wrong? If our
minds are linked why we couldn’t, I, have seen this?”
T’Pol sat back down on the bench and said a word
that she had never called him for a long time,
“Captain...”
At a snort from him and a thought that she knew
was coming right after she let the word slip, but then
she heard him project a thought to her “T’Pol, you’re
in my mind, call me Jonathon like you usually do.”
She nodded and started speaking again,
“Jonathon, do not take offense, but have you not
been afraid of something these last two weeks? A
shadow you could not identify; a feeling that you
weren’t alone? You even thought it was me I know
you did”
“Truthfully, yes. I thought because of our bond
that the nebula was affecting me too. Was that really
you all this time?”
“Yes. But there is more you should know. Every
feeling that you have had since we were in Sickbay
has found its way into my mind.”
Stunned into silence, “You’re not kidding, are
you?” thought Jonathan as Phlox almost turned the
audio back on at Jonathon’s expression but then he
thought better of it thinking whatever the look was
for was obviously because of something she had
thought..
She shook her head.
 “So, every emotion...every time I was happy, sad,
angry, frustrated, hungry, tired, exhausted...” he
thought, “and thinking sexual thoughts about you.”
At an arched eyebrow, he stopped. “Yes,
Jonathon.” She replied out loud.
“Great,” started Jonathan, “but in the beginning I
felt great, and now I don’t. What happened?”
“In the beginning, I took the emotions and
managed them away. I felt very embarrassed at
knowing your thoughts and feelings. You did not
know and when I tried to discuss this with you, you
pushed me away. Both in the physical world, in the
mental world. Then I tried to break the link, I tried to
limit its access; all without success just till you would
realize I was missing from your thoughts then I was
going to let it come back to us at full force.”
Archer really looked at her and saw how tired she
was, “T’Pol, you look exhausted. Why?”
She took a moment to gather her thoughts,
“Jonathon, it is difficult to manage the thoughts for
two people for long periods of time. I have never
shared or tried to control the thoughts and feelings
with anyone like this before, Vulcan or Human.”
His gut clenched, “T’Pol, my thoughts have been
running over you without control. Just like Tolaris’
did those many years ago when he almost raped
you?”
She thought about that, “No, you were not trying
to takeover my thoughts. Tolaris was intentional,
with malicious forethought, he wanted to hurt me
and because of you he didn’t succeed, you showed
then that you had feelings for me without knowing
it. Your intentions were anything but malicious. I also
already knew your thoughts about me from the
original touch.”
“But you still haven’t said why we’re always
fighting now. Why is that?” thought Jonathan.
She sighed and started speaking again, “Jonathon,
I am very tired. I have not been able to meditate for
almost two weeks. I sleep only when you do, and
then only if you do not have any nightmares, they
affect me and make it hard for me to sleep,
especially the ones where something terrible
happens to me, you or both.”
He jerked at that then sent her another thought,
“Wait a minute. My nightmares have been stopping
and they’ve been turning into good dreams. Was
that you?”
She leaned back against the wall, tipping her head
against the wall. Jonathon tried not to clench with
this posture of defeat, “Do not worry, Jonathon. I am
merely tired. I am not defeated,” she thought.
He didn’t even address that he knew so he said
out loud this time, “my nightmares?”
“I am sorry, but I needed to rest. I modified the
events so you were in charge,” she thought, “that
way we could both get some sleep each night.”
“So, now you know all my fears,” he said to her
sadly but part of him didn’t care.
 “I do not know that I know all of your fears. I did
not look into your mind. I have been trying to build
shields in my mind against yours.”
She stretched her neck, “I believe that the
building of these shields, and the fact that I have
been trying to push your thoughts and feelings back
to you, is what has been causing us to have...
problems. I can no longer accept your emotions like
this, Jonathon.”
She contemplated him, “I do not understand why
you rebuffed my earlier attempts to address this
problem.”
“Let me think about that for a minute. But, before
I do, is there anything we can do to stop this flood
from me to you?” Asked Jonathan never wanting to
send her through this whole pain again.
“Yes,” she thought, “I can teach you to shield your
thoughts, but I believe we will always be linked
forever and I don’t want it any other way.”
He squinted at her, “I’m thinking this has deeper
repercussions than I understand right now, like I
should have known all this before we got married.
You didn’t think about it though, maybe you were
hoping it wouldn’t happen. That’s it, I can see it now,
you wanted everything to be perfect for us.”
He watched her look down and saw the dark
green circles under her eyes. “You’ve exhausted
yourself trying to block or control my thoughts so
they wouldn’t bother you; haven’t you?”
 She nodded, “Yes. Sometimes I am able to sleep
or meditate if you are asleep or focusing on
something or you weren’t interested in anything and
just drifting along. Other times the stronger you felt
about something, the more I felt it.”
He whispered, “Damn, T’Pol. I’m so sorry. Can you
show me how to shield, so you can get to rest?”
She almost smiled, she was so relieved. She
nodded, “May I come over to you?”
He nodded sadly, “Yes, of course, T’Pol, anytime,
anyplace. But let me come over there.”
Walking over to her, he sat down, “Now what?”
“I will enter your mind. You will feel it, but it will
not hurt. Then I will show you how a mental shield
feels. After that, you will build a force field, visually
in your mind, and you will keep reinforcing it until it
feels the way I showed you.”
He reached out to touch her, something he hadn’t
done since Sickbay. But he stopped midway, not
knowing if he should or not.
She gazed at him and gently took his hand with
her left, then placed her right hand on his meld
points.
“Jonathon?” he could hear being whispered into
his mind.
“T’Pol?” he replied.
“Yes, Aisha,” she thought, “How do you feel?”
“I’m not sure.” He felt her presence in his mind.
He could feel her strength, determination, and
courage in everything she had started to do before,
but now he felt her power, her emotions, and her
quicksilver mind. Her presence felt like a hot sun to
him, possible the hot sun of Vulcan. It felt like one
that would burn away all the untruths and accept
only the truth. He also saw how her logic overlaid
every part of her; it was something that was integral
to her being. Then he saw how hard won that logic
was. He felt ashamed at how he had thought all
Vulcans were just naturally logical and emotionless,
but now he saw how hard it really it was to control
their emotions and how that control and their logic
were paramount to their very selves, it was
something that he had never felt from her since the
day they were married.
“Jonathon, do not be ashamed,” she projected as
a thought. “How could I have explained that to you?
You would not have understood, that’s why I’ve kept
it from you for so long now. I’m sorry but I thought
you would understand, but I know your love for me
will help us through this and keep us together…
forever.”
“How do you see me?” he thought to her.
He felt amusement. “T’Pol, are you laughing?”
“I am not laughing at you. Your question is
legitimate. I am pleased that you are comfortable in
the newest form of the mental link that you have
with me to be able to ask these questions. Any
amusement I feel is with you and your desire to
understand. You can see how I feel.”
 “Just wanted to be sure. Now will you please
answer my question.” He thought.
“Yes, Aisha.” This time he laughed, at both of
them.
“I see you as two things,” she started as she
continued to project her thoughts. “Both of them are
images of your planet. Your great blue oceans, deep,
always moving, but always there. Hiding secrets from
those who will not take the time to search. The
second is the wind, your presence comes in and
chases away stagnant thoughts and ideas. You have
caused me much self, analysis, Jonathon; my Aisha,
to ensure what I believe is not stagnant, but valid.”
After a few moments of sharing silence, Jonathan
started to speak again for just in case anyone was
listening in they would hear them speaking together
again, “thank you, Aisha, you know how much that
means to me, or at least I hope you do.”
“Indeed,” said T’Pol, “you also know what your
thoughts mean to me.” And he did know what she
meant; he was so much in love with her that he
never wanted to lose her and hoped that she would
be by his side until the day that he was to die.
“Let me show you how a shield feels.” She did,
and then she showed him how to push it out so it
would encompass him pushing her emotions out of
his view for a few seconds to teach him a little more
that would eventually be useful to him someday he
hoped, but at the same time she knew that he
wouldn’t ever need to use it for he would never ever
hide anything from her at all or their child for she
deep down in her heart knew that his bond with
their baby was also going to last indefinitely.
He felt her slip away, feeling empty and alone.
She tightened her physical hold on his hand. “Go
ahead, Jonathon. Build your shield, try to hide your
thoughts from me for now, you need to know this,
especially if something was ever to happen to one of
us during any battle where we got seriously hurt or
worse. You need to be able to use this type of
mental shield to block those troubling thoughts from
your mind so they don’t ever affect you or your
duties as captain.”
He did, he tried to build his own mental shield
and then he understood her amusement, it was a lot
more difficult than it sounded. But he had finally
achieved it and set up his shield blocking everything
for a few seconds from T’Pol but he didn’t like it at
all, he was more happier when he could touch her
mind with his mind.
He opened his eyes to look at T’Pol, but found she
had fallen asleep. With her head just bearly touching
his shoulder and her legs tucked up under her. With
a smile, he gazed at her without feeling all the anger,
fear, and frustration that he had colored his
thoughts. He felt the rush of emotions he normally
felt with her. Respect, friendship, and... Love, all the
love in the world and in his heart that he had
belonged to her only, he couldn’t even understand
why he had married Hoshi anymore. His life was
meant to be with T’Pol and would always be that
way.
He found himself still holding tightly to her hand.
Chuckling at that, his self, conscious definitely knew
a good thing when it found it, and that good thing he
had finally found was his true love, his one and only
woman, his Vulcan, his T’Pol.
Looking around the cell, he found where the
camera was situated. He started to talk to it and
Phlox quickly turned up the audio.
Whispering, “Now would be a good time to turn
off the audio, video, and unlock the door. We’re
going to stay a little longer. T’Pol needs a couple of
hours of rest before we return to our quarters
together for the first time in a long time.”
He looked down at her, “I’ll say this for both of us,
thank you for getting us back together, we’ve both
realized that we need each other to survive, that
we’re not complete without each other.”
He stared at camera again, “But don’t ever do this
again for we’ll never need it; and that’s an order for
if you do, you will all end up in the brig yourselves or
locked in your quarters for a very long time.”
Glancing down at T’Pol, then back up at the
camera, “Please ensure that we’re up and out of
here around 0430, goodnight.”
Phlox dimmed the lights in the cell from his
remote monitoring place and decided it would be
best to give the two lovebirds their privacy. He
watched for a few minutes longer and saw Jonathon
let go of T’Pol’s hand. He gently pulled her down
until her head rested on his thigh. She was so
exhausted she didn’t even make a sound. Archer
gently brushed his fingers through her hair. Phlox
turned off the video feed headed back to Sickbay.
Phlox got comfortable in his chair, “Computer,
please set the alarm for oh four hundred fifteen
hours.” He would stand watch over them for the rest
of the night.
Jonathon smiled at how everything turned out.
Just for now he would take time out from trying to
find the Sernaix’s homeworld and enjoy being there
with T’Pol, even though she was asleep. ‘And as for
their relationship?’, he knew it would continue on
perfectly as if their little argument had never
happened for Jonathan thought wherever their
relationship would take them, he wanted it. He
rested his hand on her shoulder and leaned his head
back against the wall, closing his eyes and went to
sleep knowing that tomorrow would come soon
enough with all its problems...

*****

The next night inside the quarters he shared with

his wife, Jonathan looked over towards his sleeping
wife and unborn child and thought to himself not
caring if she’d pick up on it “At least she’s back with
me in my quarters and in my bed.” His thoughts
though were interrupted by the beeping of his
computer terminal again with another Priority One
Communiqué from Starfleet Command and Admiral
Black…
 THIRTY-THREE

Beta Quadrant
Enterprise NX-01

…having no other choice Jonathan got out of bed

leaving his lovely wife’s side and walked over to his
desk and being careful not to wake T’Pol or his
Beagle dog Porthos who was fast asleep at the foot
of the bed on the floor, he manually put his
authorization code into the computer instead of
giving it by voice and waited for the screen to turn to
the image of Admiral Black’s face. As it did the
admiral said, “Sorry to disturb you Jonathan, hope I
didn’t wake you but this is just to urgent to wait till
morning.”
“What is it?” asked Jonathan very sleepily. “I
haven’t gotten much sleep lately, one because of my
pregnant wife and two because of this dam
Temporal War that were involved in. Dam, this
makes me miss the Temporal Cold War, at least we
weren’t fully drastically involved in that except for
when we ended it in alternate 1945 during World
War II when Adolf Hitler successfully launched an
invasion of the United States because the timeline
was changed. To bad we can’t end this little war by
destroying Vosk’s Compound again in New York City
and battling those German P53 over the New York
skyline. At least then because of Daniels help we
stud a chance and everything retuned to normal,
now it just plain old sucks.”
“True that is Jonathan,” started Admiral Black, but
what I have to say, that isn’t going to help you even
if it could. We’ve just received word that Vulcan
might be in danger from the Sernaix. Our intelligence
sources have detected a fleet of fifty Sernaix
battleships and cruisers on a direct course for
Vulcan. They’ll be arriving in about four to six days.
I’ve dispatched the NX-03 Avenger to assist them,
but since Vulcan is T’Pol’s homeworld, I want you
and her to take that futuristic Runabout you were
given, the Rio Grande and meet up with them at
Vulcan. I don’t think I need to tell you that if Vulcan
falls, the Sernaix and the New Dominion gain a
beechnut that puts them right on a direct course for
Earth. This mission is important to the safety and the
survival of the Federation. Hopefully you’ll succeed,
Godspeed, Admiral Black out.”
Yet again Jonathan found himself starring at a
black computer screen that quickly switched to the
ship’s status screen as he sat there pondering what
to do next. Deciding the best thing to do was to tell
T’Pol now so he went over to her and gently woke
her up. As she stirred back to consciousness he said
“Aisha dear, I just got a disturbing communiqué from
Admiral Black. An armada of fifty Sernaix ships is on
a direct course for Vulcan, he’s dispatched the NX-03
Avenger to assist them and we’re to rendezvous with
them taking the Rio Grande. We’ll leave in the
morning after informing the crew. T’Lin is going to be
in charge of continuing the mission of finding the
Sernaix homeworld if it isn’t too late. Now go back to
sleep, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”
At oh-six-hundred hours later, Jonathan watched
as his wife gave a little yawn and started to get out
of bed. He could easily tell that knowing her
homeworld was in danger that she hadn’t gotten a
good night’s sleep. Sadly though, he knew they had
to go alert the Senior Officers and the rest of the
crew about their new mission then they would
quickly have to leave. They had no other choice.
About half an hour after getting out of bed, eating
breakfast for the first time in a long time in their
quarters, then getting dressed, Jonathan and T’Pol
were on the bridge with their Senior Officers
gathered around them while the ship’s intercom was
broadcasting what Jonathan was about to say
throughout the rest of the Enterprise. “All hands
listen up, this is Captain Archer. At about midnight
last night, ship’s time, Admiral Black contacted me
directly from Starfleet Command with some
disturbing news. The Sernaix are on the move
against us again; this time their sending an armada
of fifty ships toward Vulcan. You all know that if
Vulcan falls the next closest planet is Earth, and
being that close to an occupied world would mean a
danger to the whole Federation. The admiral has
dispatched the starship NX-03 Avenger to Vulcan to
put up a stand but she’s only one ship therefore
Commander T’Pol and I have been ordered to take
the Runabout Rio Grande to Vulcan and assist them
in any possible way. Until we get back, Captain T’Lin
is in command of the Enterprise. You’re orders are
still the same, to find the Sernaix homeworld and try
to negotiate peace between our two worlds.
Godspeed to both of us, we’ll see you when we get
back. That is all.”
Jonathan turned towards T’Lin and said “The
Bridge is yours. You have your orders. Hopefully we’ll
see you soon, but your mother and I better get going
right now if were to make our rendezvous on time.”
Just before her parents turned to leave T’Lin
raised her hand into the traditional Vulcan salute
and said “Live long and prosper my parents.”
T’Pol raised her hand into the same gesture and
said “Peace and long life my daughter.” As she
lowered her hand T’Pol couldn’t help but looked
down at her protruding womb and shiver. To her still
seeing the older form of her unborn child and even
calling her ‘her daughter’ was still hard when she
could already feel the child kicking her. Instead of
saying any other words though, she turned and
headed towards the turbolift and then to the launch
bay with her husband following her.
 *****

Rio Grande
Leaving the Beta Quadrant

Ever since they left Enterprise almost five hours

earlier Jonathan had noticed that his wife was still
really tired, something that he didn’t like seeing at all
while at the same time knowing that she hated it
more than he did decided that he should order her
to take some rest after all. So looking at her directly
in the eyes he said, “Aisha, I know I promised I’d
never order you to something that you could do on
your own free will, but I think the best thing for you
right now since you look tired is to get some rest.
Anyways, we won’t arrive at Vulcan for another two
days or so.”
“Guess your right Aisha,” T’Pol thought back as
she headed to the back of the ship towards the tiny
living quarters, but she was stopped in her tracks
when the runabout’s com system started beeping
with yet another message from Starfleet Command
and Admiral Black, only this one was also being sent
to the Enterprise to.
“Rio Grande, Enterprise, you both have new
orders,” reported Admiral Black over the com
system. “Enterprise, you’re being diverted to assist
NX-04 Challenger at Vulcan. Rio Grande, you’re
hereby ordered to head to the Alpha Centauri
System to pick up an important package and Admiral
Mitchell at Alpha Centauri III. Once that’s done,
you’re to report to Earth to drop off the admiral and
the important package he’s carrying. Admiral Black
out.”
Both T’Lin aboard the Enterprise and Jonathan
were surprised that the admiral had closed the
channel before the two captains could acknowledge
their orders. Thinking something was up but not
knowing if they were right or wrong both ships
diverted their courses to begin their new missions.
Little did anyone know that the Rio Grande’s mission
wasn’t written in the stars like the one Enterprise
was about to go one was. Unknown forces were
about to come into play to change events drastically
once again…

*****

NX-02 Columbia
Gamma Quadrant
Year: 2163

“I want to know how we’ve ended up over

seventy-five years away from our home in the Sol
Sector,” demanded Captain Erica Hernandez “and I
want to know now. I would also like to know how
can we still be missing when we disappeared eight
years ago back in 2155, therefore Starfleet should
have sent a ship or another member of the Coalition
out to find us.”
“It had to be these aliens that forced us here,”
reported her Executive Officer Commander Veronica
Fletcher, “and just as we crashed, I could swear our
sensors picked up another NX-class vessel leaving
here that appeared to say ‘NX-02 Columbia’ on it.
Something must have duplicated us, that’s the only
reason Starfleet or the rest of the Coalition didn’t
send out a rescue ship when we disappeared.”
“We did pass through some sort of energy field
just before we crashed onto this planet,” reported
the Tactical Officer Lieutenant Kiona Thayer, “that
could have been the thing that duplicated us… and I
guess it did the same with our bio-signatures
creating an exact copy of the crew; impossible I
know but it’s the only explanation I got.”
“That could have been my fault,” said ex-
helmsman Lieutenant Reiko Akagi, “I was attempting
to level our erratic decent as we passed through the
field just before we crashed. But I an say this, I did
notice that identical ship too, and it left this area on
the same trajectory that we came here on. I bet that
ship took our place so we were never reported
missing.”
“Agreed,” said Hernandez, “that has to be the
only possible explanation why we’re still here and
not back home. The possibilities are high that we’re
going to die here on this planet. I’m sorry, it has
been an honor serving with you though.”
 *****

Alpha Centauri III

Alpha Quadrant

Admiral Mitchell couldn’t believe what the sensor

satellites guarding the Alpha Centauri System had
detected. An NX-class vessel had entered the system
that wasn’t supposed to even be in that sector at the
moment. The ship he could tell was the NX-02
Columbia for the sensors were able to magnify the
ship so its name and registration number was visible.
Wanting to know more about why the Columbia was
in the system, the admiral dispatched the Daedalus-
class starship USS Carolina NCC 160 to investigate
the situation and to report back its finding as quick
as possible.
The USS Carolina NCC 160 only got within a light-
year of the NX-02 Columbia before the ship just
vanished. But to all the sensor satellites and even the
Carolina itself that wasn’t the case at all. Instead, the
NX-02 Columbia started to disintegrate starting in
the front of the saucer section and ending at the
nacelles. All that remained of the ship drifting in the
cold vacuum of space was crystalline dust fragments
with no sign of metal or the matter and anti-matter
from the ship’s warp engine. There was just nothing
left of the Columbia and that pointed to one fact that
kept going through Admiral Mitchell’s mind when he
got the report from Captain Kim Shizen, “the NX-02
Columbia must have really went missing in 2155
when we first got the report that she may have been
taken over by the Romulans and their Arrenhe’hwiua
Telecapture System. That ship out there that we just
lost had to be a duplicate, and a dam good one at
that for whom ever captured her was even able to
duplicate the crew perfectly. I have to let Admiral
Black know, the real Columbia could be out there
somewhere and in need of our help.”
Running to his office at the Starfleet Bureau
Building inside the colonies judicial building Admiral
Mitchell knew that what he had discovered would
need the proof that the Carolina was bringing back
at that very moment, he would have to hitch a ride
to Earth or have some vessel diverted. He knew that
part could be dealt with later, instead he activated
his computer terminal and opened a channel to
Starfleet Command directly to Admiral Black. After
the admiral’s face appeared on the screen, Admiral
Mitchell said “Sir, I got some news that you’re totally
not going to believe. NX-02 Columbia really is
missing; I just witnessed a long with the crew of the
USS Carolina NCC 160 the ship we thought was
Columbia totally disintegrated with only a crystalline
substance left. The real Columbia I believe really did
go missing in 2155 and someone has been tricking us
all along. I can bring you the proof that I’m right, but
since the Carolina can’t leave this system, I need you
to divert a ship here.”
 “Alright Mitchell,” said Black, “I want to see the
proof you have and get to the bottom of this
mystery as much as you do. I’ll order Captain Archer
and Commander T’Pol divert from their planned
course to Vulcan in the runabout Rio Grande and
pick you up. The Enterprise can go the Vulcan and
assist the NX-03 Avenger there.”
“Understood sir,” replied Mitchell, “I’ll be waiting.
Admiral Mitchell and Alpha Centauri III out.”

*****

Three Days Later

Alpha Centauri III

“Rio Grande to Alpha Centauri III starbase, this is

Captain Jonathan Archer. Please respond.”
“This is Admiral Mitchell, Rio Grande prepare to
transport me aboard.”
“Standby,” replied Jonathan, “activating the
transporter.”
Seconds later T’Pol said “Transport confirmed, we
have him Jon, but there is also a Jem’Hadar warship
on approach.”
“We’re leaving now,” replied Jonathan as Admiral
Mitchell stepped into the cockpit. “Taking us into
warp on a course for Earth, it will take about a week
to arrive; this ship’s top speed is only Warp Two.”

………
 About two and a half days later, the Rio Grande
was contacted by another Federation starship. The
cloaked USS Defiant NCC 74205 decloaked and
guided the runabout into their shuttle bay using
their tractor-beams. Once the Rio Grande was safely
secured, the Defiant jumped into warp heading
towards the future Federation’s base of operations,
the asteroid base the Klingons had conquered from
the Sernaix. After about eight hours, the Defiant
arrived and released the Rio Grande to allow her to
continue her journey on to Earth that would now
only take a few hours at Warp Two.
A day earlier on their way towards the old Sernaix
controlled and built asteroid starbase, the Defiant
encountered the last kind of fleet they wanted to
find. For blocking the Defiant’s path was the ISS
Defiant NCC 1764, the ISS Voyager NCC 7642, and
the rest of Empress Hoshi Sato’s Terran Empire fleet.
Not wanting a fire fight with the futuristic ships that
Hoshi knew nothing about she obeyed the orders
Captain Sisco gave her, to return to her universe and
to never come back. Hoshi knew complying was best
but she knew she wanted to leave one ship in this
Alternate Universe too so she ordered Captain
Kathryn Janeway to take the ISS Voyager NCC 7642
into the Badlands and to wait for her further orders,
but to try to return to their era if possible but staying
in the Federation’s reality.
 Once the Mirror Universe’s fleet was gone, Sisco
decided the best thing to do was not to let Captain
Archer know about the Alternate Reality version of
his ex-wife since his was dead while the other was
clearly alive and kicking. He knew how he felt seeing
his dead wife’s Mirror Universe counter part years
ago and he didn’t want to put Archer through that
for if Jonathan was to think about Hoshi, those
thoughts would be based onto T’Pol through their
mental bond which could easily interfere with T’Pol’s
pregnancy since the conception of their child was
already a miracle.

*****

Rio Grande
Enroute to Earth

Aboard the Runabout USS Rio Grande NCC 72452

Captain Jonathan Archer and his wife Commander
T’Pol were on course for Earth following Admiral
Black’s orders with Admiral Mitchell and his
unbelievable data involving the destruction of the
NX-02 Columbia and the fact that the true Columbia
was out there some place missing when they picked
up a communiqué from the USS Avenger NX-04 near
Vulcan. The Communiqué was urgent and said, “We
are under attack by an unknown enemy, our
weapons are having no effect, they’ve disabled our
ship and are on course for Vulcan. What sensors we
have left are detecting that their firing on the
surface. VULCAN IS UNDER ATTACK ALONG WITH
THE USS AVENGER, REQUESTING EMERGENCY
ASSISTANCE.”
Jonathan knew his orders and couldn’t break
them but also he could hear his wife’s thoughts and
her homeworld was under attack. So he said, “I
know, changing course for Vulcan, Warp Two, we’ll
be there within five hours.” T’Pol gave her husband a
look that he knew perfectly why, but he wasn’t ready
to try the secondary warp engine that Sisco had
installed aboard the Rio Grande while the ship was
being held up at the Former Sernaix controlled
Starbase that the future Federation fleet and its
allies decided to us as a base since it was close to
both Earth and the areas where the Enterprise NX-01
would be sent out to.
An hour after setting course for Vulcan another
Federation starship came a crossed the Rio Grande
and it was no other than the Enterprise NX-01 being
commanded for the moment by Lieutenant Malcolm
Reed. The Enterprise crew knew of Archer and
T’Pol’s mission and also knew that they couldn’t
resist going to Vulcan, so they snared the runabout
in their grappler and continued at high warp towards
the Vulcan homeworld. Only the Rio Grande’s warp
engine could go faster so Archer put the tiny ship to
maximum thrust and broke the grappler as he forced
the Rio Grande to jump to Warp Eight Point Five
testing the new engine that Sisco had installed at the
former Sernaix starbase when he still didn’t feel safe
about using it with his pregnant wife near him.
 THIRTY-FOUR

VULCAN
NX-03 AVENGER, ENTERPRISE NX-01, & USS RIO
GRANDE NCC 72452
THE FINAL OFFENSIVE

Neither the futuristic United Federation of

Planets’ fleet and its allies were willing to admit
defeat nor was the fledgling United Federation of
Planets of 2163 going to do it either. Instead working
together they quickly deployed multiplying Anti-
matter Mines around the planet and all over the
entire system to Earth and the rest of the member
worlds of the Federation. No matter what the
outcome was going to be, the Votality and its New
Dominion Allies were going to lose this war. There
was no other option open to them.
The only problem the Federation faced was the
fact that they didn’t have enough ships to guard the
Vulcan and to patrol all the systems. So they had no
choice but to use everyone of Defiant’s runabouts
including the USS Rio Grande NCC 72452 but this
time she was being commanded by Captain T’Lin
Archer. Little did anyone know that the Votality and
its allies had it in for the Rio Grande and T’Lin
Archer…
Constantly around every mine the Federation
starships had to pull off one maneuver so they
wouldn’t disturb the delicate mines and set them off.
To the future Federation forces, the maneuver was
outdated and forgot but to Travis Mayweather he
knew exactly what he had to do to keep the
Enterprise NX-01 safe for the required maneuver was
no other than the one that Captain Archer had him
execute eight years nine years earlier while trying to
evade the Klingon Duras when he was trying to
destroy the Enterprise for Archer ruining his honor in
the empire. At that time Mayweather had to pull off
an L4 maneuver that got the Enterprise behind
Duras’ ship where the shielding was weakest giving
Reed the chance to destroy the Bird-of-Prey and for
Mayweather to get the ship safely into the Delphic
Expanse. Now Mayweather had to do that very same
maneuver again and again if he didn’t want to get
the Enterprise destroyed.
Dodging about among the mines was the USS Rio
Grande NCC 72452 at the careful guidance of Captain
T’Lin Archer. She knew that the tiny runabout was
maneuverable enough to get around the gaps in the
field that other ships couldn’t utilize. Knowing this
on her own free will T’Lin decided to defy her orders
and to do some recon to find out where the Votality
and New Dominion fleet was at that very moment.
Before anyone knew it, she set a course for Deneva
where she decided she would engage the Warp Eight
Stardrive Engine and head to Bajor on a hunch she
was feeling.

*****

At that very same moment near Bajor the Votality

and New Dominion fleet found themselves engaged
in a massive all-out battle with one Federation
Alliance starship that could stand up to their whole
onslaught, at least for a while. The Klingon
Dreadnought IKS Cau’casus for a big mighty warship
was able to maneuver pretty quickly to dodge almost
every blast that she was taking but her shields had
already dropped to fifty percent capacity and were
still draining quickly. Acting Chancellor Blu’cok knew
that his ship could take the attacks being dished onto
it but he also didn’t know how long it would be
before their shields failed and they could easily be
destroyed.
Not wanting the worst to happen Blu’cok ordered
his helmsman to take the ship directly at the Sernaix
dreadnought that was currently firing the heaviest
barrage onto his ship’s hull. The Cau’casus headed
towards the Broga’Na’Goxa at full ramming speed
for Blu’cok decided that if his ship was going to be
destroyed it was surely going to leave a big dent in
the hull of the Sernaix dreadnought making them
never forget the day they messed with a Klingon and
his mighty ship. The Sernaix though weren’t about
ready to lose their massive ship that easily. They saw
the Cau’casus coming at them at full speed and
opened up every weapons tube they had on the
approaching Klingon ship…
“Reroute all defensive power to the forward
shields,” ordered Blu’cok as he noticed the front end
of his ship was receiving way to much fire. “Helm,
increase speed to Warp Nine Point Nine, bring us
into weapons range while you’re also trying to get us
towards that ship at as much possible speed you can
get out of our warp core; it’s up to you to help us
deal the most damage as possible to that menacing
Sernaix ship.” With his orders given to the bridge
officers, Blu’cok activated his ship’s inter-ship
communications system and said in a calm sturdy
warriors’ voice, “all hands brace yourselves we’re on
a collusion course.”
Below decks, the Klingons warriors were still
going about their duties as if they didn’t care about
their commanding officer’s orders. They didn’t know
that Blu’cok was willing to commit suicide to leave a
dent on the Sernaix’s hull. Nor did they know that he
wasn’t going to retreat if the Cau’casus’ shields were
to fail for even though they had the best ship in the
fleet, they were Klingons and to be Klingons meant
to die with honor in a glorious battle. That glorious
battle was exactly what they had found.
…torpedo after torpedo exploded on the
weakened shields of the IKS Cau’casus as she took
even heavier disruptor fire. Within three seconds
after engaging the Sernaix dreadnought on a
collusion course, the Cau’caus’ shields went and
failed as half a second later she exploded into a
massive orange fireball as her anti-matter ignited
engulfing the Broga’Na’Goxa in the flames. As soon
as the flames dissipated, the Sernaix dreadnought
continued on her planned course unscathed from
the close encounter with the burning warp plasma.
Seeing what happened to their leader’s ship, the
remaining Klingon forces that weren’t even
supposed to be in the past, the support crafts that
the Cau’casus had carried with her into the past self-
destructed. With nothing else to face, the remaining
Votality and New Dominion forces set a course for
Vulcan to rejoin the rest of their waiting armada.

*****

Back at Vulcan T’Lin had made it back to the

planet in time for her runabout’s long range sensors
to pick up an explosion on the farthest off sector of
the system. The main Votality and New Dominion
fleet had entered the system losing almost fifty
ships. “Their here,” warned T’Lin, “all ships either
raise shields or polarize hull plating, arm weapons
and prepare to fire. We’re going in, there’s about
five hundred ships entering the system, I can’t tell
how many more after that.”
 T’Lin had always found it hard to suppress her
human side including the reckless impulse of going
out on her own to do some exploring while she was
a child. It was a problem that almost caused her to
break her left leg when she fell into a Sehlat’s den
while she and her parents were on Vulcan when she
was six years old. If it wasn’t for the quick thinking of
her father, she would have died that day, now
though she felt those reckless tendencies taking over
her human half again. Only this time, she wanted to
go out on another reckon mission while the whole
enemy fleet was within striking range.
As Jonathan realized what the older form of his
unborn daughter was about to do, he decided he
had to put a stop to it before she did something that
could harm her. Seeing the look in her husband’s
eyes, T’Pol could see that he was acting on his newly
forming parental instincts and that he would make a
good father when the time was to come. Still at her
station, T’Pol watched as Jonathan went to the
empty Communications station and opened a
channel directly to the Rio Grande, “Enterprise NX-01
to Rio Grande, T’Lin, this is your father and I’m
ordering you back here this instant.”
T’Lin thought about closing the channel but
thought better of it and decided to speak her mind.
“You’re not my father, my father died decades ago. I
may have your blood in me but you’re true child
hasn’t been born yet, order her around not me. T’Lin
out.”
 Jonathan nor T’Pol couldn’t believe what they
were hearing; neither could the bridge officers
gathered around them. T’Pol looked down at her
very pregnant belly then projected a thought to he
husband, “How could our daughter say that to us?
We’re hear real parents even though she’s from two
hundred thirteen years into the future.” T’Pol just
couldn’t hold back her emotions any longer, maybe
it was the pregnancy affecting her everyone thought
but the truth was T’Pol was just too sad; she wanted
to love her daughter and teach her about their
shared culture.
From his Tactical Station Lieutenant Reed started
to scrutinize the long range sensor readings hoping
to find some good news in them. All of a sudden the
sensors recorded ore mines exploding and enemy
ships vanishing as if they were destroyed while
others seem to turn and flee. “Sir,” he reported, “the
mines have taken out at least one hundred more
Votality and New Dominion warships, a few
Jem’Hadar and Cardassian ships have turned and left
this system. The Sernaix dreadnought is still on
approach.”
Finding a way around the mines ten Cardassian
attack cruisers made their way towards the
advancing Rio Grande and two Miranda-class vessels
escorting her along with one Excelsior-class starship,
the USS Excelsior NCC 2000, but a Breen warship was
on its way towards her. Closing the gap between the
Excelsior and their warship the Breen deployed a saw
like weapon from underneath their ship and flew
over the Excelsior-class starship and destroyed her
by sawing her in half from the front of the saucer
section to the very ended of her engineering section.
Once the Breen ship was clear, they retracted their
saw as the USS Excelsior NCC 2000’s newly created
parallel sections started to drift apart as lifeless
bodies drifted into the vacuum of space.
Unknown to the Votality and the New Dominion
was that the future Federation fleet had brought
with them into the past orbital weapons facilities
that were mostly unmanned phaser and quantum
torpedo turrets that at the moment the Romulans
had cloaked to keep the element of surprise. Now
the Romulans decided it was time to decloak them
and launch some devastating attacks of their own.
As the weapons turrets became visible, the
unthinkable happened; three Jem’Hadar warships
and two Sernaix cruisers darted at the Rio Grande.
All the approaching ships took T’Lin by surprise and
no ship was close enough to save her, as her
runabout’s shields failed, her port nacelle was hit by
three different disruptor blasts as her main deflector
also took a hit. Before anyone could react on other
ships around her, nor before T’Lin could get to the
tiny cramped escape pod, the USS Rio Grande NCC
72452 exploded taking T’Lin Archer’s life with it.
Elsewhere in the mined Alpha Quadrant, the
Votality and New Dominion fleet was trying to get
around the Anti-matter mines but it wasn’t working.
Many times they were able to get ships through but
a mine would replicate and attach to their ships’
hulls then explode. Before they knew it half their
assault fleets were obliterated. The beings of the
Votality themselves could see that the war in the
Milky Way Galaxy was turning into an unwinnable
conflict so they fled back to their homeworld in the
Andromeda Galaxy leaving their allies to suffer and
die for a lost cause.
After the Votality left the Borg decided to take a
hint and figured it was the best of the collective to
return back to the future. Setting a course for their
temporal facility the Borg headed back to the year
2376 to get back in the habit of assimilating other
defenseless alien cultures and bringing all closer to
perfection. Time everyone was gone, the only beings
left to continue the fighting were the Sernaix,
Shedai, the Furies and the Jem’Hadar along with a
few Cardassians.
As the battles near Vulcan and Andoria continued,
the Federation forces realized that they weren’t
going to have to fire many shots to win. The Sernaix
and their remaining allies were easily managing to
destroy themselves by trying to so the fruitless thing
of getting around the still replicating mines. To the
commanders of their forces, the Sernaix and their
remaining allies decided that their only idea was to
surrender to the United Federation of Planets and its
allies but Commander Tresa’ra Dex of the
Broga’Na’Goxa and his First Officer Frizer Grota
didn’t want to. Instead he wanted to continue
fighting till they had a victory or no ships at all and to
get his remaining forces to do so; he destroyed his
retreating ships without thinking twice. In the end
out of a full forces of almost two thousand ships, he
only had one hundred left willing to fight; he didn’t
fear thought he knew reinforcement s would be on
the way sooner or later, but then again surrendering
would mean that no more of their forces would have
to die so Tresa’ra Dex and Frizer Grota sat down with
the Jem’Hadar, Furies, and Shedai commanders to
make their decision…
 EPILOGUE-THREE

Year: 2164
Enterprise NX-01

Captain Jonathan Archer was torn between two

things, one was the fact that his ship was in the
middle of what he was hoping would be the final
battle in war, while at the same time, he wanted to
be in Sickbay at his wife’s side helping, giving her
support giving birth to their first child, a Vulcan-
Human hybrid little girl that because of
circumstances unforeseen they had already known
what kind of person she was going to be. They knew
that she was going to be a girl only because months
earlier they were introduced to a 209 year old
Vulcan female whose genetics proved her parentage
linked to that of Captain Jonathan Archer and
Commander T’Pol Archer. This daughter even though
she was very old, they witnessed die in an explosion
when the starship she was commanding was
destroyed by a Sernaix dreadnought before any of
her crew or her could get to the escape pods and
abandon ship, because of that incident, T’Pol was
scared about giving birth to her daughter, witnessing
her die before her birth was hard to handle even for
a Vulcan, that’s why she sent a thought to her
husband, “I need you down here with me by my side
Jon if I’m going to give birth to this child easily, put
Lieutenant Reed in temporarily command and come
down here for me.”
“My place is on the bridge Aisha,” thought
Jonathan back to her.
“Your place is beside me to assist in the birth of
our child,” thought T’Pol, “anyways I need you to
assist me by rubbing my back, remember its aids a
Vulcan female in the birthing process, and only her
husband, the baby’s father has that type of intimate
connection to the mother.”
“I’ll be down in a second,” thought Jonathan back
to her. He then said out loud, “Reed, you’re in
command I’ll be in Sickbay with my wife. Mr.
Mayweather, set a course out of this system, let the
futuristic Starfleet vessels deal with this enemy, set a
course for Vulcan. Whoever takes over at tactical for
you Reed, have them fire at any enemy ship that
follows us.”

*****

USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E

Year: 2164
 As the battle with the only remaining Sernaix ship
raged, Captain Picard couldn’t help but notice on the
view screen as the Enterprise NX-01 turned away
from the battle and warped out of the system.
Wondering why he turned to B-4 and asked “what is
today’s exact date?”
“March 13th, 2164 sir,” replied B-4, “why do you
ask?”
“Did any historical events happen today that
would be recorded in our library computers?” asked
Picard, “events that only pertain to this era?”
B-4 quickly scanned the ship’s library computers
and gave the Captain his answer, “One an unknown
war ends today, and I’d presume this is that war.
Also aboard the Enterprise NX-01, Commander T’Pol
is in labor giving birth to the unofficially first Vulcan-
Human hybrid baby girl, T’Lin Archer. It’s a child that
Starfleet decides not to record in history for they
fear what she could represent. It’s a decision that
T’Pol and Jonathan agree with because they don’t
want their child to be the subject of ridicule and
prejudice.”
“While we don’t fully know that the Sernaix
dreadnought is the only enemy ship left,” started
Picard, “so I feel we should still send a ship to
protect the NX-01.”
“That’s easier said than done,” replied Worf, “we
are losing ships fast against that dreadnought, and
it’s a miracle that the Enterprise NX-01 hasn’t been
destroyed. In my opinion we can’t spare any ship to
protect them, their on their own.”
“Worf, your opinion will be noted in my log,” said
Picard, “but our original mission in this era was to
protect the Enterprise NX-01 while fighting the
Votality, the Sernaix, the Shedai, the New Dominion,
the Borg, and the Furies, which we’ve done with
many ships being destroyed as you said and many
people paying for it with their blood.”
“Send the Defiant,” suggested Worf, “as much as
she’s an escort/battleship, she is the only ship in
Starfleet that can actually cloak and follow the
Enterprise without the enemy knowing.”
“You’re right Mr. Worf,” said Picard, “the Defiant
is the only ship we can spare; I’ll let Captain Sisco
know.”

*****

USS Defiant NCC 74205

Year: 2164

Captain Sisco really hoped that Picard was right

and that there was no more enemy ships except the
dreadnought for the Defiant bearly survived her last
encounter with a Sernaix battle cruiser that was
being escorted by a Breen warship. The Captain
surely didn’t want to come across another Breen
warship after what happened to the original USS
Defiant NX 74205 when she was destroyed in 2375
at the Second Battle of Chin’toka during the
Dominion War.
“I know what you’re thinking Captain,” said Ezri
Dax, “you’re afraid we’re going to encounter another
Breen ship and that this Defiant is going to meet the
same fate as this ship’s predecessor, but that won’t
happen, all the Breen in this era have been
destroyed… unless more have time traveled, but that
would mean that the whole military force of the
Votality, the Sernaix, the Shedai, the New Dominion,
the Borg, and the Furies will also be here. That there
would be something to be afraid of.”
That’s when the one thing Sisco feared came true
that Dax had just assured wouldn’t happen, a fleet of
six hundred new Dominion warships entered sensor
range with one hundred Cardassian Galor-class
destroyers and one hundred fifty Cardassian Keldon-
class battle cruises.
“Alright Captain,” said Dax, “you can be afraid
now, very afraid, we’re out numbered and out
gunned. Those ships have to have come from the
future through their own temporal facility, a facility
that we have to destroy or this war will never be
over.”
“Keep us cloaked and take us through them,”
ordered Sisco, “switch our heading to the way they
have come from, maybe we’ll find out how they got
here.”

*****
The Badlands
Year: 2376

Gul Macet of the Cardassian Second Order and

Operative Norak of the Obsidian Order were aboard
one of the new Keldon-class battle cruisers heading
for the Cardassians Temporal Facility that also
housed a reactor that powered a beam called
Quantum Singularity Beam. The whole facility as one
was called the Quantum Research Facility, using the
technology that allowed the Cardassians to bring
Species 8472 from Fluidic Space into our normal
space was reversed to make it possible to time travel
to the past. Aboard Gul Macet’s flagship was a being
he didn’t rust at all, but this being was a strong ally
that would be able to help bring the Federation to
their knees for only one ship one crew had ever
faced them, the crew of the starship USS Voyager
NCC 7642 who had just recently came home after
being trapped in the Delta Quadrant for seven years,
and the worst part was the one woman captain with
the knowledge to stop these beings was now an
admiral, Admiral Kathryn Janeway. No matter
whatever Janeway would be able to get Starfleet to
do, the United Federation of Planets would have no
choice but to add Species 8472 to their list of hostile
enemies they now faced.
Inside the facilities war room, the three leaders
got ready to discuss their plans to get into the past
and wipe out the Federation once and for all. Luckily
for the Cardassians, even though the Dominion had
decimated Cardassian near the closing moments of
the Dominion War, Macet had reformed an alliance
with them and now the one facility that was sending
the New Dominion forces into the past was ready to
send in its reinforcement fleet of six hundred
additional ships, ships that the Federation and its
allies would know nothing about until it was to late.

*****

The Badlands
Year: 2164

Gul Macet and Operative Norak couldn’t believe

how different the stars and space was different than
the one from the same sector they had left was. The
asteroids that blocked the badlands’ border and the
metallic gas clouds and nebulas looked dark and had
an even worse effect on their fleet’s ships’ shields.
They had no choice but quickly leave the nebula and
the safety of the Badlands heading for the safety of
the nearby Metaphasic nebula surrounded by the
even safer Tachyon Nebulas.
Unknown to the Cardassians there was another
ship among them, Federation in origin, cloaked and
ready to launch an attack if it wasn’t for the fact that
she was heavily outnumbered and out gunned, but
that one ship could still make a difference and also
bring reinforcements into the past with the
discovery of the new temporal facility. “Nog take us
into the Cardassian temporal facility, once we have
reemerged in 2376, set a course for Deep Space
Nine, we need to get reinforcements and fast if we
expect to destroy that Sernaix dreadnought and also
the new reinforcements they have just gotten; even
though they are Cardassians, they can easily be
massing a massive fleet of Jem’Hadar, Breen and
Sernaix warships someplace that we know nothing
about.”

*****

The Badlands
Year: 2376

The USS Defiant NCC 74205 had managed to

make it through the Badlands in 2164 and utilize the
Cardassians’ temporal facility to return to the future,
only what they found surprised the crew halfway
back to the past; for right in front of them inside the
Badlands was a ship, a Starfleet ship with an emblem
that could only mean trouble. The ship was the USS
Voyager NCC 7642 and on her forward hull was the
imprint of Earth with a sword through it; the ship
was from the Mirror Universe. “Great,” thought
Sisco, “twice we’ve encountered this ship, once in
the past and now here. I bet she’s still commanded
by Captain Kathryn Janeway.”
 “Their hailing us,” reported Ezri at the Comm.,
“they want to know why we’re here.”
“Don’t answer then,” ordered Sisco, “make them
believe that we can receive messages but we can’t
send any.”
“I don’t think they’re buying,” said Doctor Julian
Bashir.
“The Doctor’s right,” said Dax, “they’re charging
weapons.”
“Nog, we are in the right universe… right?” asked
Sisco.
“All starcharts match what our navigational
sensors are picking up,” reported Nog, “then again
that could mean that we’re in the Mirror Universe
but I’d say...”
“Two ships approaching sir,” interrupted
Lieutenant Commander Hansen at the Auxiliary
Tactical Station, “they’re Starfleet and these ones
don’t have the Mirror Universe emblem. They're in
visual range; I’d say we’re in the right universe and
that the Mirror Voyager is also here for a reason,
obviously not a good one, Empress Hoshi Sato must
have sent her here for an unknown reason, the
United Federation of Planets might be facing another
danger.”
At that moment, the Federation starships USS
Hood and the USS Excelsior NCC 2000’s sister ship,
the USS Norana NCC 2001, both Excelsior-class;
entered sensor range and hailed the Defiant. “We
didn’t think you’ make it back, where’s the rest of
the fleet?”
“Still in the past,” answered Sisco, “the war is
almost one but were down to a few ships with a
massive Sernaix Dreadnought left to destroy and to
make things worse, the New Dominion has sent
more ships into the past.”
“That explains how you’ve gotten back,” said the
Captain of the USS Hood, “the Borg destroyed our
Temporal Research Facility or that’s what it looks like
with all the debris left from a fleet of Borg ships.”
“The Romulans destroyed it before the Borg could
assimilate it,” stated Sisco, “Empress Donotra then
sent her fleet of warbirds into the past to assist our
fleet and the Klingons that came with us, they’ve
been a big help, even assisting in cloaking the USS
Enterprise NCC 1701-E. Now we’ll you escort us to
DS9?”
“Alright,” replied the Excelsior’s captain, “we’ll
escort you to DS9, but maybe we should destroy
every enemy ship here except their temporal facility
then put Anti-Matter Mines around the parameter
so no more Cardassian, Jem’Hadar, Breen or Sernaix
warship can get into their base. We can set the
mines to deactivate only whenever the Defiant is
near. That way if anyone tries to disable their
replication units and deactivate them, they will
explode taking the entire base with them.”
“It’s a good plan,” agreed Sisco, “but we could
lose our only way back into the past then.”
 “Not true,” said the Captain of the Hood, “we’ve
built a new Temporal Research Facilities in both the
Klingon Neutral Zone and also in the part of the
Romulan Neutral Zone closest to the planets
controlled by Empress Donotra. We have more than
enough ways to return into the past. Now let’s get to
work, we have a war to win.”

*****

Deep Space Nine

Year: 2376

“You have returned Emissary,” said the Bajoran

Kai, “your return was foreseen by the Prophets.”
“The Prophets must have a hand in what’s going
on in the past,” thought Sisco. Out loud he said “the
Prophets have kept my crew and I safe. They have
allowed us to return here easily without being
encountered by any Cardassian vessel after leaving
the Badlands. But now I must go to Ops.”
At Ops Captain Sisco had Dax open a secured
channel to Earth and Starfleet Command. Once
Admiral Ross’ face appeared on the screen Sisco said
plainly, “Sir the war in the past isn’t over; we’re
facing down a massive Sernaix dreadnought. That
dam ship has been destroying our ships left and right
and were running out of forces. Also on our way to
the only temporal facility, we came across a fleet of
six hundred Cardassian Galor-class destroyers along
Keldon-class warships. The enemy has been massing
a second fleet in the Badlands in 2164-64 and also
here. Our lines are in danger of collapsing. Plainly
said, we need reinforcements and now.”
“Take the Defiant and meet the 16th, 18th, and
20th Fleets at Starbase 375. Combined you’ll have
one thousand fifty ships, some our old Miranda-
class, Excelsior-class, and a few Ambassador-class
starships. The rest are a few Intrepid-class, Galaxy-
class, Sovereign-class and the remaining are Defiant-
class. They’re the best ships we can muster at this
short of a notice captain, but truthfully their
commanders and crews are battle tested.”
“We’ll take them,” decided Sisco, “anyways; I
think Captain Picard will take any ship he can get as
long as they can fight.”
“You’ll also be joined by more Klingon and
Romulan vessels,” said Ross, “the Romulan vessels
are also from Empress Donotra’s fleet of Valdore-
class Warbirds that she left in this era to defend her
holdings in her newly forming Romulan Imperial
State.”
“My crew and I will leave in two days,” said Sisco,
“we just got home and are in need of some long rest
before we go back into a past we may never return
from, if we lose to that Sernaix Dreadnought.”
“I’ll meet you at Starbase 375 in two days,” said
Ross, “see you then, I’ll make sure the rest of the
ships are ready to go as soon as the Defiant arrives.
You’ll be leading the fleet to the Badlands, Admiral
Ross out.”

****

Two Days Later

Captain Benjamin Sisco looked all around him on

the bridge of the Defiant, he made eye contact with
every one of his bridge officers; lastly his eyes rested
on the only Ferangi in Starfleet sitting at the helm,
“Ensign Nog,” he said, “take us out, set a course for
Starbase 375.”
“It’s the Dominion War all over again,” thought
Doctor Bashir out loud, “its more like the last
moments of the war leading up to the invasion of
Cardassia and the surprising act of the Cardassians
turning against the Dominion and joining the
Federation Alliance in defeating their Dominion
oppressors.”
“And now their allied with the Dominion again,”
interrupted Sisco, “its definitely the Dominion war all
over again, we’ve been losing as many ships and lives
as we did then, and its only going to get worse.”
“Don’t think like that,” said Dax relying on the
experiences of the Dax symbiont’s past hosts’
memories, “we’ll prevail at the end.”
“That wouldn’t have been the case during the
Dominion War if the Cardassians didn’t switch sides
when their cities were destroyed and hundreds
massacred,” replied Sisco, “and this time, I don’t
think they’ll have a reason to switch sides again, they
still want to crush the Federation and control the
Alpha Quadrant.”
“True,” said Ezri at the Auxiliary Helm Control
Station that also doubled as an Operations Station.
Hours later, the USS Defiant NCC 74205 arrived at
Starbase 375 to find a lot more than the planned
number of ships. For orbiting the station and the
nearby planet were over two thousand extra
Federation, Klingon, Romulan, Vulcan, Andorian and
Suliban warships, all combat ready.
Aboard Starbase 375 Captain Benjamin Sisco and
Admiral Ross had a secret meeting; a meeting that
really wasn’t that secret but to the enemy forces still
around in 2376 it was very secret for they thought
the admiral was still on Earth for the starship flagged
for him was still within a spacedock high above
Earth. Looking out the stations viewport at the top of
the Observation Deck, Admiral Ross started to tell
Sisco everything that needed to be done before his
new fleet of reinforcement ships could launch and
head towards the Badlands and into the dangers of
being deep inside Cardassian space. “Ben, I’m not
going to lie to you, our forces are running thin,
besides that, Earth is always on the danger of being
attacked. With only the second fleet there to defend
her, I fear we could lose the heart of the Federation,
if the Breen come after us again like they did during
the Dominion War, Earth will definitely not survive.”
 “We have no choice sir,” started Sisco, “we have
to take most of our forces into the past to fight this
war, the Sernaix dreadnought is stationed in the past
and is reeking havoc there; but if she does return to
this century, all our forces will return here even if
that means dragging the Enterprise NX-01 with us.”
“And what about the Temporal Prime Directive?”
asked Ross.
“To hell with it,” replied Sisco, “we’ve already
violated it anyways by going into the past and
making contact with the Federation of that timeline.
What harm will it cost to bring them to the future
anyways? We can just erase their ships database of
everything that’s happened and our medical
technology is good enough to erase their memories
of what they see while here.”
“Then go,” ordered Ross, “take the ships you have
and fight your way back to the Badlands, returned to
the past and destroy that dreadnought. If that ship
survives, we’ll have lost everything.”

*****

“Captain on the Bridge,” said Nog as Sisco

stepped onto the bridge of the USS Defiant NCC
74205. Sitting down in his chair Sisco spoke, “Ensign,
alert all ships, were moving out, set a course for the
Badlands, maximum warp.”
“All ships have responded, their ready to go,”
reported Nog, “ahead one quarter impulse, once
we’re clear of the station, the whole fleet reports
they’ll jump to warp.”
 EPILOGUE-FOUR

Year: 2164
Badlands

Knowing that if they were to remain cloaked

inside the Badlands, Sisco sent the Defiant and all of
the cloaked Romulan warbirds along with all the
cloakable Klingon warships into the past first to asses
the situation and if need to, to secure the Badlands
by destroying all enemy ships within the nebula
cloud and the asteroid fields. Many Cardassian,
Jem’Hadar, Breen and Sernaix cruisers were still
within the nebula cloud well hidden from sensors
and probes. They had detected the cloaked Defiant
when she entered the system days earlier and
activated the Temporal Portal and were now lying in
wait waiting for best moment to launch a strike
against the Federation Reserve Forces and their
allies. Now that moment had come, the Federation
was weak and ready for the picking, why else would
they send ships into the past that were put into
service back in the year 2232?
 Far from the view of the Defiant’s sensors, the
Cardassian, Jem’Hadar, Breen and Sernaix cruisers
watched as the portal opened and a fleet of
Federation attack fighters came whisking through.
Nowhere the eye or sensors could see was the
Defiant but the Founder knew she had to be
somewhere among the fighters. As the fighters
maneuvered into the Alpha-Theta Attack Pattern, a
group of cloaked Klingon and Romulan ships
emerged from the portal escorting fifty Vulcan and
Andorian cruisers and command ships.
Out of the nebula, in the middle of nowhere; an
unknown vessel fired her phasers towards the
Federation Reinforcements Fleet. The unprovoked
blast rocketed towards the only two Construction
ships that were dispatched with the fleet to build
new Starbases, shipyards, unmanned orbital
platforms, phasers and torpedo torrents and a new
Temporal Research Facility so once victorious the
Federation forces and their allies would be able to
return to the year 2376.
“In coming torpedo salvo,” shouted the tactical
officer of one of the Romulan warbirds next to the
two unshielded and unarmed Construction ships,
“also there’s a phaser or disrupter burst heading
towards the IKS Ga’roK. She’s moving to tale the
attack head on, her shields are holding and their
stronger at the moment in their forward section;
she’ll survive.”
 “Helm hard to port,” shouted Commander Trelak
of the Romulan warbird IRS Nijil, “move us in as close
as possible towards that Federation Construction
ship, we have to protect it at all costs.” The
commander took a breath and exhaled it quickly out
of his mouth then spoke again. “Tactical, divert
unnecessary power to the shields, armed the
disruptors and target the nearest enemy ship. Also,
as soon as were close enough to the Construction
ship, extend our shields around it, we cannot lose
that ship or we’ll lose our opportunity to return
home.”
“We’re in range,” reported the helmsman. As
soon as those words left mouth of the female
helmsman, the tactical officer, her husband said,
“extending our shields around the Construction ship
now.”
Around the Romulan, Klingon and Federation
Construction ship the other starships maneuvered
into position and flew right past them to engage the
enemy fleet head-on. As the Federation Allied Fleet
engaged the enemy, the IRS Nijil and the IKS Ga’roK
both received a heavy disruptor blast to their
forward sections. The shields on both ships rippled
allowing the blast to slightly get through and find its
mark on their hulls but only managed to scorch them
leaving only burn marks but no damage to the hull.
“Shields down to sixty percent,” reported the tactical
officer of the IRS Nijil. Meanwhile on the IKS Ga’roK
its tactical officer had to report a little more
disturbing news, “Commander, shields are down to
fifty percent, aft shields have failed and our hull has
started to buckle. We’ve taken more of the blast
than the Romulans did. The Construction ship is
secured and intact inside the shields of the IRS Nijil.”
“Return fire; target the ship that fired on us,”
ordered the commander of the IKS Ga’roK, “all
forward disruptors… FIRE.”
The combined assault from the whole Federation
Allied Fleet and the IKS Ga’roK was far to much for
the Cardassian Keldon-class warship Bokash to take.
Her shields quickly imploded on themselves as her
hull began to buckle. The buckling in the hull sent
cracks through the un-sturdy metal forming the ships
bulkheads causing them to shoot out from the ship’s
hull creating multiple hull breaches. Seeing that one
of their mightier comrade ships was in danger of
exploding, one of the Cardassian Galor-class warship
maneuvered next to the disabled Keldon and docked
with it to try and rescue as much of the crew as
possible. Only they weren’t ready for what was
about to happen next for as the two ship’s airlocks
pressurized, the force of the air accelerated the
cracks in the hull causing them to race towards the
airlocks. As the cracks met and converged in the
airlock the resulting explosive decompression took
out the Keldon-class warship and severally damaged
the Galor-class warship.
Severally damaged the Galor-class warship
started to limp out of the nebula under impulse
power right into the unsuspecting path of a waiting
Klingon Negh’Var. Under the element of surprise, the
Cardassians managed to launch an attack but both
their weakened hull and their weak weapons
weren’t enough to even dent the unshielded Klingon
vessel. Without even bothering to raise their shields,
the Klingons aboard the Negh’Var launched a
counter strike and returned fire penetrating the
weakened Galor-class warship’s hull directly on her
bridge. As the bridge module exploded and
disconnected from the ship, the rest of the Galor-
class warship exploded sending lifeless Cardassian
bodies drifting into the vacuum of space.
Aboard the Defiant, Nog was manning the Long
Range Sensors station when the sensors picked up a
large fleet of vessels coming in from the direction of
the last known position of the Sernaix Dreadnought
and the other Federation Allied Forces location.
“Captain,” spoke Nog with a little shock and aw in his
voice, “there’s a fleet of starships, their Federation
and Allied ships and their being led by the USS
Enterprise NCC 1701-E and the Enterprise NX-01.
We’re being hailed.”
“Open to channel Dax,” ordered Sisco, “audio
only.”
“Captain Sisco, this is Captain Picard. We were
losing too many ships out there facing that
dreadnought, I had no choice but to reform up our
forces and launch an orderly retreat out of that
system. Only we have a problem, that dreadnought
is right behind us traveling at warp seven pint five.
She’ll be here within the next eight minutes; she’ll
join these new reinforcements here and launch a
very devastating attack on our forces. We have no
choice but to return to Deep Space Nine and take the
NX-01 with us. We should be able to launch some
sort of counter strike in the future using the stations
that we’ve left behind. I don’t see any other way out
of this.”
“Captain, I don’t think these Cardassian and New
Dominion reinforcements are going to let us leave,”
said Sisco, “either into the future or out of this
nebula. They launched this attack on our forces the
moment we exited the temporal portal. Anyways we
still have ships coming through and joining the
battle. Time their all here; we’ll out number them
twelve to one.”
“Then maybe we should try to launch out counter
offensive here,” started Picard, “we could transport
Federation, Klingon and Romulan marines over to
their ships and try to take them over and use them
against them.”
“The Cardassian ships are weaker in design and
easier to destroy,” said Sisco, “and the Jem’Hadar
are such a strong warrior race that many of our
boarding parties will be killed before they can even
make it to the bridge; and worst of all, the moment
their boarder they might easily activate their ships’
auto-destruct sequence destroying their ship and
also again killing our boarding parties. The
Jem’Hadar are unmerciful and ferocious killing
machines who don’t give a care about ending their
own lives as long as they take as much of the enemy
with them. In that way, their almost like Klingons.
Therefore, I believe that that plan is a bad idea.”

………

Just emerging from the temporal portal with her

shields fully raised was a Federation starship being
commanded by and crewed by living legends.
Legends from the distant past of Starfleet and the
Federation, legends that should have been long dead
but by drastic means they still lived. Aboard the USS
Belle Rève Captain Ja’meS T. Kirk, Ambassador
Spoke, Doctor McCoy, and Montgomery Scott had
already faced the Totality and they knew that
somehow the new enemy led by the Votality had to
be connected to them in someway. Only that way
still remained a mystery. Kirk wasn’t going to let that
stop him though for fighting the Votality cost Kirk
the life of his only son, Joseph and the life of his
Romulan Klingon hybrid wife, Teilani. Now he had
nothing else to lose, he couldn’t fear death for he
had died twice already and only because of a
Romulan Borg alliance he was once again alive
thanks to the Romulans stealing his body from the
makeshift grave Jean-Luc Picard created on Veridian
III and with the assistance of the Borg and
nanoprobes revived him hoping to use him in their
plans against the Federation, a plan that was forted
by Captain Picard. After that, teaming up, Picard and
Kirk managed to deal a crippling blow to the Borg, a
blow that wasn’t crippling enough though for they
came back in force. Now together, Kirk his crew and
Picard and his crew had the chance to destroy all the
oppressors of the Federation in one false swoop.
“Belle Rève to Enterprise,” said Captain Kirk into
the comm.
“What are you doing here Kirk?” asked Picard.
“What does it look like?” asked Kirk, “saving your
behind Picard along with these others you call
allies.”
“Oh,” said Picard, “it doesn’t look like I need
saving nor does anyone else here.”
“Not yet,” started Kirk, “but as soon as that
Dreadnought gets here you might want to rephrase
that statement.”
“There won’t be time for that,” said Spock looking
at the sensors. “The Dreadnought has just dropped
out of warp and is closing fast at full impulse power.
She’ll be in weapons range within three seconds.”
Before anyone could act, the Sernaix
Dreadnought entered weapons range and opened
fire. From the primary weapon ports on the
Dreadnought, both torpedoes and phaser blasts left
the ship’s weapons ports and raced towards the
Enterprise NX-01…
 EPILOGUE-FIVE

No ship in the Federation Alliance was about to

let the Enterprise NX-01 be destroyed, only the
closest ship to her wasn’t a Federation starship but a
cloaked Romulan warbird. That warbird maneuvered
into position in front of the Enterprise and took the
full force of the attack while still cloaked. Remaining
cloaked while taking the blast, the Romulan warbird
remained totally unprotected. All the beams of
disrupter fire and torpedoes hit their mark and tore
right through the warbird causing a massive
explosion to happen throughout the whole ship.
Every crew on every one of the nearby ships was
surprised to see the explosion of the totally invisible
ship right in front of the Enterprise and the bodies of
the dead Romulans starting to freeze from the cold
vacuum of space.
Because of the sacrifice of the one Romulan
warbird, it gave the other Federation allied ships a
chance to maneuver into position and for a
defensive circle around the Enterprise NX-01 with
the still closest ship being a Romulan warbird. A
warbird that extended its cloak around her and with
the ship protected headed towards the Cardassian
Temporal Portal and returned to the year 2367.
Once again right under the enemy’s nose the
Enterprise NX-01 had escaped, but only this time it
was to the safety of the future. Back in 2367, the
cloaked Romulan warbird guided the cloaked
Enterprise NX-01 to Deep Space Nine where she was
docked to one of the upper pylons and her crew
given the chance to have shore leave aboard the
futuristic Cardassian built Federation starbase.
As the Romulan warbird IRS Talon-2 led the
cloaked Enterprise NX-01 towards Deep Space Nine,
Captain Archer sat in his command chair lost in deep
thought. There was no way he knew where his ship
was about to arrive. Traveling at warp seven for this
long he could hear the strain of the warp engines on
the ship almost tearing themselves apart. Hours past
and still they traveled at warp, all the while,
Lieutenant Malcolm Reed kept constant watch on
the sensors trying to detect any sign of enemy
activity and to try and figure out where they were
and where they were going.
After almost twenty-four hours the IRS Talon-2
and the Enterprise NX-01 arrived at their destination.
While on approach, the Romulan warbird decloaked
forcing the cloak around the Enterprise to vanish too.
Onboard the station, Commander Kira Nerys was
long since waiting the appearance of the legendary
Earth vessel. “Open a channel to the Enterprise,” she
ordered. Around her in Ops though there was one
small problem. That problem was that there was
only a skeleton crew operating the station with its
commanding officer away in the past.
“We’re being hailed,” said the Beta-shift officer at
the communications station, “its coming from the
station of our port bow.”
“Open to channel,” ordered Archer, “audio only,
since we’re in the future we shall follow Captains
Sisco and Picard’s orders and not see any of these
peoples’ faces so we don’t contaminate our
timeline.”
“This is Captain Jonathan Archer of the
Federation starship Enterprise to the unidentified
station off our port bow.”
“Welcome to Deep Space Nine and to Bajor to
you captain and your crew,” started Commander
Nerys. “I’m Commander Kira Nerys, commander of
this station in the absence of Captain Sisco. You may
dock your ship at the second upper pylon; we’ll meet
you at the airlock. Commander Nerys out.”
Before he could even decline the officer, the
channel closed bring their conversation to an abrupt
end. “Very rude,” thought T’Pol, “you’d think she’d
know about the risk of contaminating our timeline.”
“Maybe that doesn’t matter any more,” thought
Jonathan back to her, “maybe our allies from the
future have a way to erase our memories and the
memories of our crew so they don’t know what
happened.”
 “Some of that stuff I wouldn’t want to forget,”
thought T’Pol back, “especially meeting the older
version of our soon to be born daughter.”
“On that thought, are you alright from your bout
of false labor earlier?” asked Jonathan in thought
form.
“I’m fine Jon,” thought T’Pol back to him, “but I
don’t want to feel that pain again. I do have this
feeling that our baby is going to be born sooner than
later.”
“That’s good to know Aisha,” thought Jonathan,
“but false labor is a normal part of human
pregnancies.”
“I’m not human,” thought T’Pol, “therefore I
shouldn’t experience that.”
“Our child is half human,” thought Jonathan to
remind her of the facts, “we don’t really know what’s
normal for a Vulcan-Human pregnancy after all,
you’re the first Vulcan female to even go through
this.”

………

After discussing all the facts that they did know

about a Vulcan-Human pregnancy inside their
quarters, they then got ready to head aboard Deep
Space Nine and to the reception that was about to
be held in their honor. Little could no one expect
that the Sernaix were getting ready to launch a
deadly attack on Deep Space Nine to gain full control
of the Gamma Quadrant wormhole. The war was
coming to an all new front putting the Enterprise NX-
01 yet again into the path of extreme danger. Only
this time, Starfleet and the Bajorans had a surprise of
their own about ready to be implemented. A surprise
Jonathan and T’Pol would learn more about in the
next hour after they boarded Deep Space Nine as
ordered by Commander Kira Nerys, an order they
had no choice but to obey.
Without warning as Jonathan and T’Pol stepped
through the station’s airlock on the Promenade Deck
and head towards Ops with Kira the Bajoran
wormhole opened and the unexpected emerged, it
wasn’t a ship though it was another station identical
to Deep Space Nine in all ways except for the fact
that this station was strictly built by Starfleet and the
Bajorans with extra weapon ports and a certain
device that was still illegal for Starfleet to even
posses. This second station, Deep Space Alpha-Nine
was equipped with a cloaking device. A cloak that
was engaged the moment the station fully exited the
wormhole. Any New Dominion, Furies, Shedai or
Sernaix warships that came looking for trouble
would get more than they bargained for.
Far away from Deep Space Nine in the Badlands
the Votality fleet was lurking. They didn’t need their
allies to wreck carnage all over the Alpha Quadrant
or throughout time. The time had come for them to
act.
 ****

The Third Battle for Deep Space Nine

Year: 2376

Kira knew that it was coming, nothing could stop

it; it was just plain inedible, it just had to happen.
The war was coming to her home front. Inside
Captain Sisco’s office, her temporary office Kira kept
a watchful eye on the computer displays and the
advancing New Dominion fleet of over five hundred
ships. As a Resistance Fighter in the Bajoran Militia
she knew not to undermine the enemy but this time
it truthfully looked hopeless. To many enemy ships
were advancing towards the station, with no
Federation starships in range DS9 had no choice but
to defend herself until her reinforcements could
make it back through the Temporal Portal from
2164. Kira, the Bajorans and the rest of the Starfleet
personnel aboard the station could only hope that
the Federation Reserve Fleet could get there in time;
but they were still twenty light-years away back
orbiting Earth.
Looking out the viewport towards the second
upper pylon and the docked Enterprise NX-01 Kira
could only think one thing, “Sisco sent that ship here
so she wouldn’t be destroyed, so their mission
wouldn’t fail and the timeline would be secured,
now if I fail in protecting this station, I’m going to be
the one who gets her destroyed. It might be best if
Enterprise left the station under cloak guarded by
the IRS Talon-2 and maybe head towards Earth or
the Romulan Star Empire. It is my call, its my time to
give the orders until Sisco, the Emissary returns.”

****

Year: 2164

As the Defiant and the rest of the Federation fleet

continued to maneuver around the Badlands and the
New Dominion fleet, they could seem to shake them.
No matter how many ships they could destroy, the
enemy fleet just kept advancing. Every one of the
New Dominion warships were already getting close
enough to scorch the little ‘escort’ ship’s hull if it
wasn’t for her ablative armor still being active.
Flanking the Defiant on her left side was the
Enterprise giving her just enough backup so she
wouldn’t get destroyed while the rest of the
Federation fleet along with her allies continued
attacking the closest ship which happened to be the
one currently firing on the Defiant. With the
combined blasts of five hundred ships and the
weakened shields on the Keldon-class warship
causing a chain reaction effect towards the
Cardassian cruiser behind it since it was sharing the
Keldon’s shields since theirs had failed. Both ships
exploded into a spectacular fireball that radiated out
towards the Defiant and the Enterprise making the
metal on their hulls glow with a bright metallic
orange.
With only one hundred remaining Keldon-class
warships, the Cardassians warped out of the battle
and headed back towards their Temporal Research
Facility and returned to the year 2376 and back to
Cardassia Prime. With the remaining Cardassian
warships and cruisers gone from the battle, the
Jem’Hadar, the Sernaix, the Shedai, and the Furies
were on their own but were able to hold their own.
After the Cardassians left, the remainder of the New
Dominion forces started to realize that the
Cardassians may have had the right idea after all in
returning to the future so they too disengaged from
the battle and also set a course for the Temporal
Research Facility and returned to 2176 to assist the
forces they left there in destroying Deep Space Nine.
As the New Dominion fleet started their retreat
into the future, the Federation and their forces
began to regroup so they to could return to the
future and further fortify DS9 before the New
Dominion could get there. To succeed in that part of
their mission, Picard, Sisco, and Donotra decided to
stay in the past for a few seconds to hopefully
destroy the Sernaix dreadnought Broga’Na’Goxa so
they headed towards the Temporal Research Facility
to set up an ambush so the dreadnought wouldn’t be
able to return to the future and quickly end this
terribly long lasting war for the New Dominion and
its members.
 Hiding behind each one of the biggest asteroids in
the nebula and the surrounding Bad Lands, the
Enterprise, Defiant and Valdore coordinated their
attacks so that all three ships would be firing at the
same time at the Sernaix dreadnought but unlike in
earlier battles against other New Dominion warships;
they wouldn’t be targeting the same section at once.
With their communications encrypted and masked
by all possible forms of scanning, the three ships’
respective crews sat at their duty stations; in the
case of the Romulans except for Donotra, everyone
aboard the Valdore were standing at their duty
stations instead and waited for their trap to be
sprung.
Aboard the Sernaix dreadnought Broga’Na’Goxa,
all the senior staff including Commander Tresa’ra
Dex knew something was up. As the Broga’Na’Goxa
got closer and closer towards the battle with the
Federation forces and their allies their sensors
detected both war fleets fleeing the battle zone and
leaving through the Temporal Research Facility’s
time portal returning to the future. None of the crew
knew why though. They could only think that both
fleets had suffered sever casualties forcing them to
retreat to the safety of the future and their
homeports. Getting closer and closer towards the
scene of carnage and mayhem, the Broga’Na’Goxa’s
sensors picked up pieces of wreckage. Wanting to
know what ships they were from, Tresa’ra Dex gave
the order to have some of the bigger pieces of
wreckage beamed aboard to see if they could be
identified.
Because of the lettering on four big pieces of
wreckage beamed aboard, Commander Tresa’ra Dex
figured that the Federation fleets’ three main
powerful, heavily armed and shielded warships had
been destroyed. Looking at the first peace of
wreckage he saw part of the letters and the registry
number of a Sovereign-class starship, reading it out
loud to his First Officer he said “ this one reads:
…prise NCC 17C.” Taking a breath he added, “with
part of the ‘0’ cut out forming a ‘C’, I would presume
that the Federation’s flagship, the USS Enterprise
NCC 1701-E has been destroyed.”
Continuing on to the next peace of wreckage
Tresa’ra Dex took a quick glance that the only writing
he could see. All that he was able to see though
were only the identification numbers of the ship it
came from were visible. Taking a second longer
glance at the twisted bulky peace of metal left from
the hull he read “742, that’s part of the USS Defiant
NCC 74205’s registration number. I believe she’s
been destroyed too.”
Finally looking at the last peace of wreckage
Tresa’ra Dex quickly said “This obviously came from
a newer Romulan warbird, and the newer ones are
of the Valdore-class. Also the IRS Valdore under the
command of Empress Donotra of the Imperial
Romulan State also joined the Federation fleet in this
century after our Borg allies destroyed the
Federation’s Temporal Research Facility and Empok
Nor in the Pearl Nebula, this could be part of that
ship or it may not be, all the Valdore-class ships look
the same especially since all we have here is a piece
of one of those ships’ wings.”
“With all do respect sir,” started First Officer
Frizer Grota, “but I think we should transport aboard
some of our allies wreckage aboard to see what
ships we’ve lost and to also determine why there is
no wreckage out there belonging to the Shedai’s
Tholian-like warships. For some reason they never
seem to lose as many ships as we do and also seem
to get aboard the enemies vessels undetected, kill
their crews then take control of their ships. Its like
their using the weapon designed by the Romulans
during the Earth-Romulan War that allowed the
Rihannsu people to take over both vessels belonging
to the Klingon Empire and the United Coalition of
Planets. This somewhat new Arrenhe’hwiua
Telecapture System as they call it has only been
developed by the Romulans and not even the Shedai
of the year 2263. I would believe these Shedai that
we call our allies are more that they seem to be,
almost like the Breen who seem to be hiding a lot
wearing their refrigeration suits.”
“The Shedai are not like the Breen at all,” said
Tresa’ra Dex, “ in fact, if they’re like any alien beings
in this quadrant, they share a lot more in common
with the Tholians. That includes their crystalline like
appearance. I would say they are either a pre-
Tholian or an offset of the Tholian species.”
Getting so carried away in their argument in the
Auxiliary Transporter Room, Commander Tresa’ra
Dex and First Officer Frizer Grota weren’t prepared
for their dreadnought to be rocked by the triple
blasts of phaser, disruptor and torpedo fire to hit
their at the moment unshielded ship. Using his
communicator that was implanted into his forearm
Tresa’ra Dex shouted “Bridge Report.”
“The Federation starships Enterprise-E and the
Defiant have opened fire on us along with the
Romulan warbird Valdore,” reported the Tactical
Officer of the Gamma Shift.
“Impossible,” shouted Tresa’ra Dex, “both of
those Federation starships have been destroyed. We
have the wreckage down here to prove it. Put the
image of those ships on the main view screen down
in the Auxiliary Transporter Room NOW.”
Flickering on, the images of the Enterprise, the
Defiant and the Valdore appeared. Both Federation
starships had significant damage in the exact areas
the wreckage pieces had suggested. Even the
Valdore was significantly damaged but able to launch
an attack that was as strong as when she wasn’t
damaged. Thinking of orders as fast as possible,
Tresa’ra Dex said “raise shields, return fire. Target
the hull breaches on each of those vessels. FIRE AT
WILL.”
 “Would do sir,” said the Tactical Officer, “but its
impossible to do so. They seem to know exactly
where to hit us from our last encounters. They’ve
taken out our shields and all our weapons in their
first two shots each. Life Support is holding at half
percent on all decks. We have hull breaches on decks
three through seventeen, emergency force fields are
not responding and we’re venting atmosphere.
They’re requesting our unconditional surrender and
to order the rest of the New Dominion and its allies
to stand-down.”
“Reply,” ordered Tresa’ra Dex, “patch the
communiqué down here; I want to speak to Captain
Picard directly.”
“Acknowledged,” replied Tactical Officer since his
station also had a secondary comm station tied into
it. “Channel open sir.”
“Captain Picard, this is Commander Tresa’ra Dex
of the Sernaix Dreadnought Broga’Na’Goxa, you
have severally damaged my vessel and my crew is
starting to die, we except your terms of surrender,
but you’re going to have to tractor us back to the
year 2376, our impulse and warp engines have
failed. We’re dead in the water.”
“We’ll do that commander,” said Picard, “we’ll be
taking you to Deep Space Nine where another battle
has just begun. You will order those attacking forces
to stand-down and bring an end to this war, even if
that means you and your allies helping us to
eliminate the Votality, their the true force behind
this war and they have to be stopped or they’ll just
make this happen all over again but worse.”
Understood captain,” replied Commander
Tresa’ra Dex he looked over to Frizer Grota and gave
a unhappy somber nod and then added, “we’re
awaiting your tractor beam. Broga’Na’Goxa out.”

****

The Third Battle for Deep Space Nine

Year: 2376

“Decloak our sister station, charge her weapons,”

ordered Kira, “lets give the New Dominion a good
run for their money.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary sir,” replied
Commander Ellis, “The Enterprise, Defiant and the
Valdore are on a high warp course to rendezvous
with this station. The Enterprise is towing in her
tractor beam a heavily disabled Sernaix
dreadnought. I believe it’s the Broga’Na’Goxa since
she’s the only dreadnought that we know of that the
Sernaix have built.”
“According to Captain Jean-Luc Picard, there is a
way to end this war and it all goes around the
commander of the Broga’Na’Goxa, a Commander
Tresa’ra Dex,” stated Commander Ellis. “He’s going
to get the New Dominion and their allies to
surrender and end this war then help in defeating
the Votality. This war is almost officially over then,
the United Federation of Planets and its allies will be
victorious.”
 THE VOTALITY

Year: 2164 & 2376

Andromeda Galaxy
United Federation of Planets Assault Fleet Alpha &
Gamma

In two different centuries Starfleet Command was

massing two giant fleets to go to the final battle. In
the year 2164 Starfleet managed to convince the
Xindi Aquatics to use their starships that could travel
through vortexes to fairy the fleet into the one place
no human had ever gone to and would never want
to go to again, the Andromeda Galaxy. Meanwhile in
the year 2376 Starfleet Command was massing a
second fleet to ultimately make sure that the
Votality would never return to wreak a vengeance.
To get to this galaxy even faster, they perfected their
Transwarp-drives in their Excelsior-class starships
and also used Transwarp coils that they managed to
design accurately through the USS Voyager NCC
7642’s memory banks in her main computer. After a
few weeks of corresponding communiqués, both
fleets were ready to go, the Votality was about to be
destroyed once and for all.
Almost after a month and two weeks, the
Federation forces in 2376 entered the Andromeda
Galaxy and headed towards the Votality homeworld.
As the fleet of just over fifteen thousand ships got to
the planet, they found the one thing they didn’t
expect to find. The Votality had left and headed off
to another galaxy to start a whole new reign of
terror.
“Unknown alien vessels, we are of a race called
the Shakaians from the planet Shakai; if you’re
looking for the race called the Votality, they have left
this galaxy for the Pegasus Galaxy. They’ll never be
back; we drove them out four weeks ago along with
their Fury allies.”
“Thanks,” started Captain Picard, but we’re from
the Milky Way galaxy and are part of the United
Federation of Planets and we have o be sure though,
so we’re just going to launch an attack on the
surface of their homeworld from orbit to obliterate
any trace of them.”
 THE VOID

So many had been taken throughout the years

since the Votality first gained control of the
Andromeda Galaxy and now that they fought the
races of the Milky Way Galaxy and lost the dwindled
down numbers of the dying Votality had no need for
their prisoners that they acquired through
destroying the warp cores of many starships of
countless space faring cultures. The time had come
to release them back to their worlds; some though
didn’t have worlds anymore thanks to the Votality
totally obliterating them into fields of interstellar
debris. All these beings had no choice but to become
refugees and find other worlds that will except them
and take them in. All hope was almost lost except in
the Milky Way Galaxy or so they thought.
After the Votality left the Andromeda Galaxy they
had no choice but to release their prisoners from the
war. Rendering the unconscious they brought them
back to the era that they were originally from. On a
desolate planet inside the fledgling United
Federation of Planets’ space, Ensign Hoshi Sato and
Major Laura found themselves alone with no clothes
or anything to survive on. Even their communicators
were gone.
All Hoshi and Major Laura could hope for was a
ship would come by and pick up their bio-signatures
and transport them aboard and take them back
home to Earth. The only thing Hoshi didn’t want was
to return to Enterprise for she didn’t want to see
either her ex-husband or his new wife fully pregnant
with their child. All the while though, she could still
feel Archer’s child within and still alive; the Votality
voice had lied to her about the child being dead.
Now though she wished it was the truth.
“Don’t be scared Hoshi,” said Major Laura, “we’ll
be rescue soon and if not, I’ll be here for you when
you have your child.”
“You won’t be any help,” said Hoshi, “you don’t
have a med kit to even bring him or her into this
world where his or her father won’t even love it for
he’s married to T’Pol if you’ve forgotten. I’m going to
be a single mother unless I can find a man that
doesn’t care that I’m already a mother to the child of
a famous Starfleet captain.”
 AFTERWARDS

Year: 2164
Enterprise NX-01, USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E @
Earth

Aboard the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E inside the

mighty ship’s Briefing Room sat Captains Jean-Luc
Picard, Benjamin Sisco and the Captains of the other
ships that had survived the battle against the Sernaix
dreadnought. Among the Federation captains were
Commander Donotra and the commanding officers
of the warbirds in her little empire that finally had
proven that they could survive without the rest of
the mightier Romulan Star Empire. Among the
humans and aliens from the future sat the admirals
of Starfleet from the twenty-second century along
with Captain Archer and his fellow captains that
were brought into the little secret of the future, a
future that they would have to forget if they liked it
or not.
With everyone seated, Picard stud up and said,
“I’ve called you all here today because there is still
something that needs to be done, its something that
my ship’s doctor will have to do and it has to be
done to everyone that assist us or saw us during our
time in the past. What I’m saying is we have to erase
your minds so we can preserve our future and not
change anything. This means that the main
computers of all your ships that have gotten scans
from vessels of the future will also have to be
erased. I’m sorry that this has to be done, but you
must all understand the importance of this, its our
timeline that we now have to worry about. I’m
sorry.”
“Just get on with it then,” said Captain Jonathan
Archer.
Half an hour later, the whole crew of the
Enterprise NX-01, the crews of all the Daedalus-class,
MACOs warships and people in charge of Starfleet
Command on Earth in 2163-64 were rendered
unconscious by Doctor Beverly Crusher’s Nero-
inhibitor as their memories were erased. The only
thing that Crusher left in the memories of Jonathan
and T’Pol was the fact that Hoshi had disappeared
while pregnant with Jonathan’s child and the
moments that happened during and after T’Pol’s
Pon’ Farr and the memory of their unborn child’s
miraculous conception. Even the memory of the
time T’Pol and Jonathan’s fight occurred and the
result of their crew throwing them into the brig
together until they worked things out when she
made her fears about the pregnancy known to him;
fears that he now would have no choice but
remember for the rest of his life and every seven
years when her Pon’ Farr would come around again
giving them the chance to get pregnant again.
Once the memories of the people they could
gather up were erased, the USS Enterprise NCC-
1701-E headed off to the planet that Hoshi and
Major Laura were marooned on and erased their
memories except for Laura’s promise to help her
give birth to her child, which little did they know
would happen in about two days from then.
Once everyone’s memories were erased, the
Enterprise went off to destroy all evidence that they
had been in the past. Just before they used the
portal to return back to the 24th century to the year
2376, they planted a try cobalt explosive like bomb
to the Temporal Research Facility that they had to
rebuild just to get home. Finally the war was over
only everything had changed…
… for when the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E exited
the time portal in 2376, to find that the war in the
past had never happened. There was only three
battles against the Votality, one at Empok Nor, and
two at Deep Space Nine where the war ended.
Nothing had ever happened to the Enterprise for
destroying the Votality and New Dominion fleet at
DS9 had somehow preserved the timeline unless
someone or something had had a hand in the whole
thing; but the only race that could do that was
mysteriously gone… The Preservers.
PART FOUR
BONDMATE
 PROLOGUE

Vulcan
4th Century AD- The Time of Awakening

Surak was transversing the fire plains, miles away

he could see the smoke of the latest bombardment.
The Vulcan people were tearing themselves apart;
logic had not yet come to his people. Surak knew
that if all of Vulcan didn’t follow his teachings, all of
Vulcan would die soon. No one though wanted to
listen to his teaches of logic, no one wanted to take
up the task of peace, all his people wanted was to kill
one another. This was definitely a bad day on Vulcan,
a day that had been like many others to the barrack
Vulcan people. As he continued on his path, he
thought to himself “The path to logic is going to be
hard, filled with many paroles and hardships. Many I
think the people aren’t ready for. See what
embracing emotions can do to society?”
Even as the Atomic Bombs continued to go off
nearby, Surak could feel his body succumbing to the
effects of the sever radiation poisoning. He would
die soon he knew it, but he also knew that his people
would soon want to embrace logic and leave behind
their savage ways. The ways of their ancestors were
going to be forgotten, their society would begin
again, this time based on pure logic.

****

Earth
2063 – First Contact

Zefram Cochran didn’t want to make history, he

didn’t want to have his image made into a statue, no
all he wanted when he built his warp ship the
Phoenix, was money and the girls, that’s why he only
turned an old nuclear missile leftover from the Third
World War into his warp ship. He had no plans to
usher in a new era for humanity, but when he
launched his warp ship; he had no idea that there
was an alien survey vessel nearby surveying Earth on
a scientific mission studying its inhabitants when
they detected the Phoenix jumping into warp and
vanishing. The unknown alien ship continues on its
course from the third planet in the Sol System, Earth
in their language, until it reached the fourth planet in
the system known only to this system’s inhabitants
as Mars. As the Vulcans continued to watch the
mysterious craft that left the third planet, Zefram
throttled back on his control panel bringing the ship
out of warp to turn it around then jumped back into
warp heading back to Earth where he dropped out of
warp again, and brought the ship back into Earth’s
atmosphere back to where he launched from the
missile complex in central Montana.
After running scans and preliminary checks, the
Vulcans aboard the survey vessel sent out a landing
craft and headed towards Earth and also landed in
central Montana where they made First Contact with
the humans through all the people around Zefram
Cochrane. For the next one hundred years while
holding Earth back just enough to make the humans
work for it, the Vulcans helped the humans, mostly
Henry Archer and Zefram Cochrane build a warp five
engine that would bring humanity to the stars with
possible disastrous effects some Vulcans thought,
they could easily get their homeworld attacked or
worse destroyed.

****

Earth
2153

“Captain, we have no choice but to recall

Enterprise, Earth has just suffered a catastrophic
attack and we don’t know who did it. The probe that
did all the damage and took seven billion lives when
it cut a swath from Venezuela to Florida crash-
landed but the pilot was badly burned, so burned we
can’t recognize the species,” said Admiral Maxwell
Forrest.
 “Understood Sir,” replied Captain Archer, “I’ll let
the crew know. Enterprise out.”
Archer returned to the bridge with a sad face
knowing what he was about to tell his crew would
devastate them all. “There’s no easy way to say this,
but Earth has just been attacked by a mysterious
alien probe, we’ve been recalled back, maybe
indefinitely.”
“How many died?” asked Reed.
“Seven billion,” replied Archer, “the probe cut a
swath from Venezuela to Florida, then burnt up in
the atmosphere and crashed.”
En route back to Earth, the Suliban cornered
Enterprise and Silik took Archer to see his leader, the
mysterious figure from the future that gave the
Suliban Cabal their orders. The mysterious “Future
Guy” told Archer that the attack was carried out by
the Xindi from the Delphic Expanse because they
believe humanity will destroy their homeworld in the
far off future and their trying to prevent that from
happening. He told him to scan the wreckage when
they get back to Earth for a piece from the future.
When Enterprise got back to Earth, the scans
were run on the debris pieces and the future guy
was right, one was from the future. So the Forrest
asks “So this corps is a Xindi?”
“I sure as hell want to find out,” replied Archer.
With that said, Enterprise is readied and refitted for
her mission into the expanse to confront the Xindi
and to convince them not to destroy Earth.
 ****

Delphic Expanse
2153 – 2154
The Xindi Council

Inside shuttlepod one, Mayweather, Reed, and a

few MACOS were just returning from the inside of
one of the many spheres inside the expanse built by
trans-dimensional beings trying to change the
expanse from being suitable for our kind of life to
being able to support theirs. As they got closer to the
coordinates where they would rendezvous with
Enterprise, Mayweather noticed something on his
sensors and reported it to Reed right away. “There
are several ships leaving the system, one of them is
Enterprise.”
“Hail them,” ordered Reed.
Mayweather did as he was told and said “What’s
going on Enterprise?”
“The Insectoids and the Reptilians have stolen the
weapon,” answered Archer, “we’re going after them
with our new Xindi allies. Sit tight, we’ll be back to
get you when we can. Enterprise out.”
Inside the shuttlepod Travis and Malcolm weren’t
enjoying sitting tight and waiting while their friends
and shipmates were out there somewhere probably
in a firefight with the Xindi and possibly dying. They
both knew there was a great chance that they would
never see Enterprise again for their ship was already
heavily damaged from being in many battles and
suffering from the effects of the anomalies that were
all over the Delphic Expanse, and there was no way
they would be able to get the damage fixed until
they were down with the Xindi and able to return
home to Earth and home. A home that they had
been away from for almost a year now, for almost a
year they weren’t doing any exploration but on a
drastic mission to prevent their homeworld from
becoming a drifting pile rubble floating in space.

****

2162
Romulan-Earth War

For months the Romulans were dealing

devastating blows to the Coalition of Planets. Earth
and her Vulcan, Andorian, and Tellarite allies weren’t
doing so well in defending their space. The problem
wasn’t because they couldn’t, they had the fire
power to do what was needed, it was all because the
second Romulan Drone-ship managed to escape
from the alliance forces and make its way back to
Admiral Valdore back safely on Romulus. With his
ship back, the admiral was able to repair it and also
refit a few more warbirds into automated drone-
ships and equip them with more holo-emitters to
make the ship look like any enemy ship and launch
their devastating attacks. It was because of this that
the Coalition of Planets was losing the war. They
needed a victory a decisive victory if they ever
planned on winning the war.
At the Communications Station, the Captain’s
wife Ensign Hoshi Sato Archer found herself staring
at a computer terminal with intercepted Romulan
communications that she had to translate. She found
the work hard to do especially with her husband
nearby in the ship’s center chair. Finally not able to
take it anymore, she said “Ensign Carson, take the
Comm. Captain, I’ll be in the Comm. Lab deciphering
this communiqué.” Hoshi headed towards the
turbolift and left the bridge.
Concentrating on the work at hand with some of
his thoughts drifting back to his wife, Captain
Jonathan Archer looked over at the Science Station
at his Science Officer/First Officer T’Pol then a
thought came to him, a thought that went back to
the first day he met her and found out that she was
being assigned to his ship, “one wrong move from
her and I’ll push that Vulcan’s ass out the airlock,
from then on he thought that for a Vulcan, T’Pol sure
had a cute ass.” Thinking that Jonathan knew could
get him in trouble for he was a married man and if
his wife ever thought he was thinking about another
woman, especially T’Pol, while he didn’t want to
even think about it for he did love Hoshi the only
thing was she was years younger than him while
T’Pol in human years was only a few years older than
him, she was the logical choice for marriage but he
chose Hoshi to keep her aboard Enterprise for he
needed her expertise. For she was the best Linguist
around that Starfleet could offer and he was also so
very happy with what she had done during the Borg
crisis years earlier.
 THIRTY-FIVE

Year: 2164
Starfleet Command Headquarters, Earth

Captain Jonathan Archer couldn’t be happier, he

may have been without a command for weeks now,
but that didn’t matter when he had a loving Vulcan
wife and a three week old daughter. It may have felt
strange to be on Earth instead of on a starship like
the Enterprise but he knew that soon he and his
family would be on the bridge of a brand new
Daedalus-class starship, the USS IDIC NCC 203. The
ship was definitely nothing like the Enterprise, right
away anyone could see that since she didn’t have a
saucer section, no, this ship even had a primary and
secondary hull and could reach warp seven. The new
Daedalus-class starships were truly a marvelous
starship built especially for one mission, to explore
the vast unknown, to boldly go where no man, no
human had gone before, deep, deep space.
 In Admiral Black’s office Archer found himself
passing in front of the big wooden desk not at all
happy with what the admiral had just told him. “The
USS IDIC NCC 203 will be finished in about another
two weeks. There are some parts that haven’t been
completed yet on Earth that still need to be brought
to the Planitia Shipyards at Mars.”
“I’ll have to tell T’Pol this,” said Jonathan, “but
she went to Vulcan to give birth to our child in the
hands of her people’s physicians. She should be back
within a few days. I’ve heard from her, she’s had the
child, a daughter, she’s named her T’Lin Archer.”

****

Meanwhile on Vulcan, T’Pol was holding her new

born daughter when her ex-fiancé came to see her.
“We’ll congratulations on your child,” he said.
T’Pol looked and saw Koss standing there and said
“Its agreeable to see you again Koss, Jonathan is
going to be so glad to see his daughter when I
returned to Earth.”
“I wish you a safe journey,” said Koss, “but I came
here to warn you, your life and the life of your child
is in danger. There are some who will stop at nothing
to kill your child for they fear what she is and
represents.”
“Thanks for the warning Koss,” said T’Pol, “now
will you help me acquire a ship so I can return home
safely? Oh by the way, who wants to kill my child?”
 “Both Xenophobists on Earth and Vulcan,” replied
Koss, “you and Jonathan might want to leave Earth
as soon as possible. “
“Our new starship, his new command a Daedalus-
class starship will be complete soon,” replied T’Pol.
“Most of that crews going to be humans and
Vulcans,” replied Koss, “if I heard correctly,
handpicked by you and your husband.”
Leaving the hospital T’Pol realized Koss could be a
go between for her and Jonathan for anything that
could happen to them. She was even then surprised
when she realized Koss was serving on a Sh’Raan-
class combat cruiser… the ship that would be taking
her back to Earth and to her human lover, the love of
her life.
As quickly as she got aboard, the Sh’Raan-class
cruiser jumped to warp and left the system. After
leaving Vulcan space on a direct course for Earth just
to be corner by Vulcan Separatists ships bent on
kidnapping baby T’Lin and T’Pol so the existence of
the half-Vulcan half-human hybrid child would never
get to see the light of day and would perish. And the
Vulcan society would stay on the true path of Surak.
Koss knew who the ships belonged to and quickly
without orders launched a salvo of torpedoes
towards the incoming cruisers. Each cruiser got hit
once right into their warp-propulsion ring disabling
them. Koss commander wasn’t really happy with his
tactical officer until he found out that the cruisers
were part of the Separatist Movement, a fact the
commander quickly realized as they hailed them and
returned fire.
The Vulcan commander then realized what the
problem, “their after T’Pol and the child. Helm get us
out of here Warp Eight Point Two. Engage.”
As the Sh’Raan-class cruiser broke off from the
engagement and jumped into warp, the warp-
propulsion rings of the disabled Separatist cruisers
blew clean of the ships from receiving so much
damage. Damage that has resulted from both the
initial attack and the resulting explosions inside their
anti-matter and matter casing that were already in a
violable state from arriving in the system at high
velocities and dropping out of warp so fast. It was a
miracle and luck for the Vulcans inside the ships that
it was only their propulsion system exploding, now
though, they would be stuck in space waiting for a
Vulcan cruiser to pick them up, but then they would
be arrested and tried as terrorists.

****

Back on Earth, Jonathan was so happy to know

that his wife was returning home with their child. He
knew that for his family if it came to it, just to
protect them, he would die for them, he would even
stand in front of T’Pol and take a phase pistol shot
for her if someone was aiming one at her, even if the
weapon was set to either stun or kill. No one knew
this of course except for T’Pol through their mental
physic bond and that’s how he liked it to be, he knew
that if the brass heads at Starfleet Command knew
that he would do that, he wouldn’t get command of
the IDIC soon. To T’Pol though, Jonathan’s thinking
was logical for any loyal boyfriend Vulcan or human
she thought would be willing to die for the person
they loved.
Jonathan had gotten a communiqué from T’Pol
right after the Separatists attacked her transport
ship. She had wanted him to know that their child
was already in danger and that they had an ally
through Koss in protecting her. Little did Jonathan
and T’Pol know that the Vulcan Separatist
Movement wasn’t the only radical group that had it
in for their little baby girl…
 THIRTY-SIX

Qam-Chee, The First City, Qo’noS

The Year of Kahless 790

Chancellor M’Rek wasn’t about ready to give the

remnants of Terra Prime what they wanted, but the
thought of a Vulcan-Human hybrid child existing in
the universe mad his bones shutter. He wasn’t at all
ready for that kind of interspecies breeding, the best
bet he knew was to capture the child and its parents
then kill the child and her parents so they wouldn’t
be able to bring another child like it into the world
someday. After careful consideration, M’Rek made
his decision and decided to go see the leader of
Terra Prime, Mike Charana, the person who took
over for John Frederick Paxton when the movement
was forced to go underground back in 2155.
“Tera’ngan Charana, we will help you,” said
M’Rek, “but we’re going to send a few cloaked
warships into the Sol System and capture them while
their on the bridge the night before their launch.
That’s not all we’re going to do though, we’re going
to complete one more objective…”
Mike didn’t want to know what the other
objective might be but he knew the Klingons and he
would have to seal the deal but the Klingons did that
through blood. Mike feared that he was about to die
that night for the ritual involved in the deal sealing
would involve slitting his hand open with a serrated
knife and joining blooded hands with a Klingon
warrior, Klingon warriors that just seemed to smell
bad, almost like the live food that they ate. Just the
thought of the Gagh wanted to make Mike throw up
for he knew he was also going to have to eat some of
the live worms Klingon delicacy.
Admiral Krell inside his office had known what the
chancellor had promised and also what he didn’t say.
Krell knew it fell upon him to put together the fleet
that would end up attacking Earth to meet their
objectives. He also knew that Bu’kaH wouldn’t want
to participate in the invasion since what she had
gone through with Archer and hoped to try and
rectify one day if she was ever given the chance. So
instead of selecting her for the mission, he selected
his own daughter to take on the Tera’ngan captain,
his wife, their child and their world, all to capture
their thought after prize that was sitting in the
mothball fleet yards with all the other Earth
starships that the fledgling Federation didn’t want to
use anymore.
 ****

Vulcan Sh’Raan-class Cruiser

Enroute to Earth

“We’re almost back to your husband and new

home T’Pol,” said Koss to his old fiancée from almost
eight years ago. “I’m so glad I annulled our marriage
and found a new mate for myself, you’ve been so
happy for yourself, even after Trip’s death, and it’s
clear that that’s because of Jonathan’s love for you. I
hope you; your child and your husband manage to
be happy in life and stay safe always. I’ll be taking
you to the transporter room soon.”
“Thank you Koss,” started T’Pol, “I’ll be ready, if
you’re in contact with Jonathan between then and
now, tell him that I love him and I’ll be home with
someone he needs to meet very soon.”
“Will do,” replied Koss. “We’ll be at Earth in about
half of its normal standard hours.” After the words
left his month, Koss turned and walked out of the
room and turned towards the turboshaft to return to
the bridge.

****

Elsewhere in the Alpha Quadrant, the USS

Daedalus NCC 100, the namesake to the Daedalus-
class was trying to get back to Earth in time for the
launch of the new ship in its class. A task that would
have proved easier if it wasn’t for the resent damage
she had received in an ion storm near the Beta
Cluster around Tau Ceti. During that encounter, the
ship was hit by a few plasma eddies while her shields
were down partially damaging her Main Defector,
without their Main Deflector or Deflector Dish, the
Daedalus wouldn’t be able to go into warp or the
tiniest pieces of space dust would end up tearing her
apart.
Because of their distance from the newly created
Federation-Klingon Neutral Zone boarder, the USS
Daedalus was able to discover that the Klingon fleet
was on the move but since they were still well on
their side, they couldn’t figure out that the true
destination was really inside Federation Space. Not
knowing anything, the Daedalus continued on
towards Earth at maximum impulse trying to make it
home as fast as possible.

****

Klingon Attack Fleet

Commander D’na of the Klingon Imperial Battle

Cruiser Gor’Ka had noticed the Federation’s
Daedalus-class starship flyby and continue on course
to only Kahless knew where as if her fleet wasn’t
there but all along, knowing that there had to be a
chance that their position had been had. To protect
the safety of the fleet she ordered all twenty-five of
the cruisers under her command to go to Warp Five
and to stay behind the Neutral Zone for the time
being.
 THIRTY-SEVEN

Earth

As soon as T’Pol got home, Jonathan walked right

up to her took their new born baby from her arms
and looked their child in her eyes and said, “Hello,
I’m your father, I promise to be the best dad I can
possibly be to you.” As he said that her could her
T’Pol saying in their mental bond, “I said the same
thing to her after she was born except for I told her I
was her mother and spoke it in all Vulcan.”
“That’s good Aisha,” thought Jonathan as he put
their child down in the new crib that he had just set
up and then went over to his wife to kiss her red lips.
Feeling her husband’s lips on hers again, T’Pol
lost all control of her emotions so she let them all go
into the kiss as she squeezed her husband close
almost cracking his ribs. Lucky for him, he hadn’t
gotten into a hand-to-hand fight with a Klingon
warrior or admiral like he did in Qam-Chee on
Qo’noS when he was trying to get the information
that would prove that the Romulans were really
behind the attack on Draylax and that the Klingons
didn’t really have anything to do with it but was
forced to fight and almost kill Admiral Krell to get it
but he only ended up cutting off Krell’s arm with the
Bat’leth he was using. Now though as T’Pol released
him, Jonathan gave a little wince of pain.
“I hurt you,” said T’Pol out loud. “I’m sorry;
sometimes I forget that as a Vulcan I have a little
stronger strength than humans do.”
“Its alright Aisha,” replied Jonathan, “it wasn’t
you, I was just remembering the hand-to-hand
combat fight I had to do with Admiral Krell back on
Qo’noS while you and Lieutenant Reed stole
shuttlepod two to go rescue Trip while he was
undercover in Romulan Space.”
“Please don’t mention my ex-lover Jon,” said
T’Pol, “I hated being with him, I should have chosen
you all along but I was stupid and made so many
mistakes back while we were in the expanse.”
“I’m sorry T’Pol my Aisha,” started Jonathan
almost stuttering, “I didn’t mean to bring back all
those sad memories.”
“It’s alright,” she said well hiding something that
she figured wasn’t that important from his mind.
“We all have our demons to live with. I’ll be back
Jon.” She then turned and walked out the door to
the shuttlepod he had left outside that he had used
to get back home from Starfleet Command earlier
that day.
T’Pol didn’t know why she was heading towards
Florida with the shuttlepod but she just was. When
she arrived in the sunshine state, she brought the
shuttlepod in for a landing next to the cemetery that
Trip was buried in and headed off to his grave.
Knowing that she was farther away than Jonathan
was, she knew that her thoughts would turn out
muffled of what she was about to do. So she headed
off to Trip’s grave and knelt down in front of it, a few
seconds later, she opened her mouth to speak as if
she was about to speak to a person that was still
alive.
“I know you were my first love Trip, but after your
death, I just had to move on,” she stuttered well
kneeling over his grave, with almost a tear coming to
her eyes. “That’s why I started a relationship with
the Captain. I’m not over you yet, just the mention
of your name brings the memories pouring back, I
may never be over you…”
As T’Pol tried to continue her thoughts, she was
distracted by a momentary beam of light from inside
the grave as the ground collapsed in on itself
revealing that the coffin was gone…

****

USS IDIC NCC 203

Two Weeks Later

T’Pol for the past days knew that she couldn’t tell
Jonathan that she had went to Trip’s grave, she just
wasn’t ready. Nor was she ready to tell him that she
was there when the coffin housing his body vanished
while she was still standing there, a fact that she did
still not believe really happened.
Near Mars coming from the back way into the
system was the Klingon fleet on their way towards
their first target, the mothballed Enterprise NX-01.
To meet their two objectives at once, the fleet split
up and headed into separate direction; one towards
Mars and the other towards Earth. As the two fleets
went their separate ways, the ones that went to get
Enterprise found little opposition as they were able
to launch a tractor beam onto the unpowered ship
and jump to warp.
Back aboard the USS IDIC NCC 203 the new crew
that was gathered around T’Pol and Jonathan
learning about their former missions and the stories
of how Enterprise was able to get out of every jam
that she ever found herself in. As T’Pol started to tell
another story with her husband holding her hand
and their baby resting between their two laps, they
were captured in a beam of greenish light and
whisked away in the hum of a transporter as and
Orion cruiser jumped to warp.
As the Klingon captured Orion cruiser jumped to
warp the IDIC’s sensors detected the Klingon bio-
signatures aboard, but no one on the crew knew why
the Archer’s had just been taken by them. The news
got worse when Starfleet Command learned that the
Enterprise NX-01 was also stolen by a Klingon D-5
Battle Cruiser. Thinking the worst, the fledgling
United Federation of Planets prepared to get ready
for war and to also stage a drastic rescue attempt on
Qo’noS. At least that was their plan until
Ambassador Soval made a surprising approach and
said “let my people help with this, T’Pol is part of my
people and also the child that was taken with them is
half of my species also.”
“You can help,” replied Admiral Black, “get all of
the Vulcan High Command on to the situation to.”
 THIRTY-EIGHT

Qo’noS
Qam-Chee, The First City
Two Days Later

As the ship they were aboard came to a stop

orbiting the one world Jonathan didn’t want to see,
he saw the one ship he knew shouldn’t be there, the
Enterprise NX-01 was also in orbit but still dead with
not even her running lights not on. Before he could
think about what was happening though, the
hatched opened to reveal a Klingon warrior walking
over to them with a Bat’leth on his back for if they
tried to escape.
Seeing the warrior Jonathan stud up and asked
“what the hell do you want with us and my former
command? Let us go.”
“NO,” said the warrior, “Chancellor M’Rek
requests your presence in the Imperial Palace.”
“Great,” thought Jonathan, “this is going to be
trouble.” Out loud he asked “Will M’Rek answer my
question why we were brought here against our
will?”
“Everything will be explained,” replied the
warrior, “as for your former command, we just want
to study Tera’ngan technology. You’ll be leaving here
in that ship by yourselves.”
Once inside the palace Jonathan was madder
than hell on Earth. He always hated it when he
entered the Klingon Empire’s Great Hull for it always
smelled badly as if something had died inside it and
there were always warriors around saying
untranslatable stuff to them that was actually racial
to the Tera’ngan people. When he saw M’Rek
though he got angrier, “why the hell did you kidnap
my wife, my child and I and also stole the
Enterprise?”
“Pardon our actions Tera’ngan,” started M’Rek,
“you’re wife and child can return to the Enterprise
and get her powered up; as for you, you have some
things to do for the empire’s survival and to bring
peace to our world and yours.”
“Whatever it is I’ll do it,” started Jonathan but
then started to regret it after M’Rek spoke again.
“You will be helping us at Rura Penthe
Tera’ngan,” said M’Rek.
Jonathan gave a wince and then put his head
down. Second later he looked up and said sadly
“alright, I’ll do it.”

****
Rura Penthe

After being transported down to the frozen

tundra of the frozen dilithium mining planet that he
was sent to years ago with Kolos who was actually
his defense advocate while he was on trial for
making Duras lose his honor but because Kolos put
up a good fight for Jonathan, they were sentenced
together for a year. Lucky for Jonathan, his crew
rescued him using Enterprise but Kolos chose to stay
for his full sentence.
Jonathan found himself getting very drunk as he
tried to keep his eyes open. He knew it had to be
either a drug or the blood wine the Klingon he was
helping had given him. As the hang over got worse
he felt someone tearing at his clothes but was too
drunk to resist even though he tried to kick at
whomever was trying to strip him down for he
wasn’t about to be wearing those crummy Klingon
mining clothes over his Starfleet uniform. Not being
able to control himself, Jonathan just gave in…
…the next morning, Jonathan was shocked to find
out who exactly he had just woken up beside. For
lying naked beside him was a Klingon woman, but
not any Klingon woman, it was Bu’kaH. She looked at
him and said “the love making last night was so
great, all six times. I think things will work out for the
child I have…hopefully… with all the blood wine I had
to get you to drink just to get you into this bed.”
 “Child? Blood wine? What the hell did you do to
me Bu’kaH,” demanded to know Jonathan.
“I got you into my bedchamber,” started Bu’kaH,
“like I was trying to do back in 2161 but you kept
saying NO.”
“I should kill you now,” said Jonathan, “that way if
there was a child, it’d die with you. T’Pol’s going to
find out about this.” He started to reach for the
Bat’leth he noticed was surprisingly still near the
bed, just within his reach is he could just reach over
the bulky Klingon woman’s massive body.
“No, she won’t,” said Bu’kaH, “the blood wine will
have that effect on your mental bond with her since
she’s your Bondmate, and I’ll make you forget before
you leave.” Bu’kaH got off the bed and walked
towards him with a Klingon version of a hypospray
and put it to his neck rendering him unconscious
meanwhile the shot she had just injected into him
went about erasing his short and long term memory
of the whole night of love making.

****

When Jonathan came to again, he couldn’t

remember nothing of his night with Bu’kaH, nor did
he have any idea that she was trying to seduce him
to get pregnant…nor did he know that it had worked,
but no one would know that was the case with
everything because of Bu’kaH’s plan.
 T’Pol woke up to see Jonathan with a big blank
look on his face but she also knew that something
terrible must have happened during his stay at the
Imperial Palace. Looking at him up and down she
said, “it looked like you’ve seen better days. Don’t
tell me you had to face another Klingon in combat
again or did they torture you for information?”
“Tortured,” replied Jonathan, “they wanted to
know all about the Daedalus-class starships but I
didn’t know anything about them and that’s what I
said. I got tortured for that, but we can leave now so
I want you to help me get this ship operational so we
can leave; I bet Starfleet Command has sent out the
IDIC to search for us. We should take this ship out to
meet them.”
“Agreed,” said T’Pol, “I’ll go to Engineering as
much as I hate going down there to get our warp
reactor and impulse engines running along with
power to the rest of the ship.”
“Yea,” started Jonathan, “you do that, I’ll be on
the bridge at the helm.”
Down in Engineering as T’Pol stud on the stairs
leading up towards the controls on the warp engine,
she thought she was being watched and saw a
shadow. A shadow that had pointed ears and almost
resembled Trip while he was undercover on Romulus
for Section 31 trying to prevent the Romulans from
designing their Warp Seven stardrive before Starfleet
had one so the Romulans wouldn’t be able to take
control of the whole galaxy. Now the mysterious
figure moved out of the shadows and made his
presence known.
““Trip…,” she said not sure if she was right or
wrong.
“Trip, you’re alive, you’re really alive. How can
this be? I saw your burned body, only your face was
recognizable.”
T’Pol stumbled through her next words well trying
to hold down the emotions that were boiling up in
her blood; demanding release. “Thinking you were
dead; for I couldn’t even sense your thoughts
through our mental and physical bond anymore, I
started another relationship. I even had his child. I’m
sorry.”
“It’s alright T’Pol, you’re forgive,” said Trip not at
all angry as if he were suppressing his emotions like
a Vulcan. “Who?”
“A friend,” replied T’Pol… “Captain Archer.”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Trip, “I’m only alive
because of a Romulan scientific experiment. They
knew that I was a spy back in 2155 thanks to
Sopek/Ch’uihv blowing my cover to Terix so now
they are having me spy on this newly formed
fledgling Federation of Planets so they can find a way
around the Neutral Zone and get their revenge for
their defeat in the war.”
“I have to tell Jonathan then,” said T’Pol, “and the
rest of Starfleet.”
“No,” said Trip, “I’ll take care of it, I’ve been dead
for three years to them and that truly is the truth,
I’m going to return to Romulus.” With that said Trip
hit some sort of insignia he was wearing under his
tunic and activated the transporter to the Romulan
Scout ship Drolae-2 and left heading back to
Romulus never to see T’Pol again, but he didn’t care
for he could see that she was happy.
 THIRTY-NINE

Dartha City, Romulus

Technologist Cunaehr ir’Ra’tleihfi tr’Mandak, who

really was the Romulan spy once known as
Commander Charles “Trip” Tucker III former of the
starship Enterprise, the secret intelligence agency of
Starfleet… Section 31…, and of course three years
dead knew that Admiral Valdore had him brought
back to life and kept alive for only one thing; to
complete the late Doctor Ehrehin i’Ramnau
tr’Avrak’s work creating a Warp Seven Propulsion
Drive engine to equip to their fleet of warbirds. This
device even thought it wasn’t perfect was already in
production though for the fleet drastically needed it.
Cunaehr/Trip reported to Valdore as he was
ordered to every hour wondering if his execution
was finally at hand. All times it hadn’t been but now
Cunaehr was worried for the admiral had only
requested his presents half an hour ago then let him
go after he gave a full report on the progress of the
new Warp Seven stardrive he was designing, being
forced to design for he was the one who had been
closest to Doctor Ehrehin before he was murdered
by the Ejhoi Ormiin.
“The proto-type quantum singularity stardrive
you sent us for testing aboard anyone of the Bird-of-
Preys worked,” started Admiral Valdore, “but when
the ship testing it dropped out of warp, they must
have decelerated to fast and they broke apart. Any
recommendations why this could have happened?”
“The pressure in the Intermix Chamber could
have been off,” said Cunaehr, “but that error would
have been on there end not mine, it could have
happened to one of your other ships just as easily.
It’s your Engineers faults not mine, but I might be
able to find a way to stabilize the intermix ratios to
adjust for any fluctuations in the warpfield.”

………

Almost an hour after learning about the failure of

the quantum singularity stardrive he had seen come
into existence, Cunaehr found himself back at his
private little room inside the residential districts of
Dartha City. With the day ending, he decided that it
would be best to record his daily log for Section 31
just incase they realized the Romulans were
responsible for the disappearance of Commander
Charles “Trip” Tucker III’s coffin almost two weeks
earlier now. Deep down in his gut though he knew
that they wouldn’t be sending anyone or even get his
log for even T’Pol wasn’t going to let it slip that he
was really still alive; any ways why would she, he
thought. After all, she’s happily married with a new
born baby.

Cunaehr’s Personal Log, Day Forty-one, Month of

K’ri’Brax, Dartha City Romulus, the sabotage I
managed to program into the program for the
Quantum Singularity Stardrive has had the desired
effect. The Bird-of-Prey Admiral Valdore used to test
it has been destroyed. Hopefully this may set back
their Warp Seven Program for awhile, but if they
discover what I did, I’ll probably be executed by the
hands of Praetor D’deridex with his dathe’anofv-sen
when and if he ever finds out what I did to his pride
and joy; but until then, I’m going to continue on with
my work of designing that stardrive even if it
eventually means the fall of the former Coalition of
Planets...this new United Federation of Planets that
my undercover work so much helped bring into
existence.
As for the Romulans, their going to be getting
those stardrives but each one might just have a
different defect that can easily be blamed on the
inexperience of any Romulan Engineer. Well I guess
that’s all I got, so computer, End Log.

With his log recorded Cunaehr headed to his

bedchamber just to be forced to the ground as an
explosion rocked the building complex he and
several others called home. Crawling to his feet
through the smoke and the falling ash and debris,
Cunaehr managed to get towards the window in
time to see a Remans’ ground ship making its way
back into the low atmosphere of the planet, maybe
on its way to a mother ship that would take it back
to the safety of its nearby homeworld. No possible
way were the Remans going to get away with what
they had just done for the Rihannsu people weren’t
going to let them get away with it, after all they may
have been born a warrior race but they were still
slaves to the Romulan Star Empire, thus subject to its
rules and regulations.
Pondering how to get out of the burning rubble of
his building Cunaehr wasn’t at all surprised when
another transporter claimed him this time; only this
time he was whisked away to an Remans’ warship
where he found himself standing face-to-face with
their leader who was aiming a disruptor pistol at his
chest. Before he could react, the Remans leader
pulled the trigger…
 FORTY

Earth

“I got bad news admiral,” Ambassador/Minister

Soval reported. “My people have found a link to who
kidnapped the Captain Archer, T’Pol and their child
and also stole the Enterprise. The strange thing is,
they’re working with the Klingons but this group
doesn’t normally work with any alien species…”
“Who Soval?” asked Admiral Black, “whose
behind this whole thing?”
“The Klingon Empire and the Xenophobists of this
world,” said Soval, “some were members of the
former Terra Prime movement of 2155. Starfleet
Security has rounded some of them up and are
questioning them. Also the Separatists Movement on
Vulcan was also involved but with their own plan
that they hadn’t put into motion yet, they had tried
but the Sh’Raan-class cruiser that transported T’Pol
and the baby back here to Earth managed to disable
the three that corner her; and a few days ago, six
D’Kyr-type combat cruisers along with their two
Sh’Raan-class cruiser escorts encountered them and
took the Separatists into custody.”
“There’s only one thing we can do then,” started
Admiral Black, “we’re going to have to send the USS
IDIC NCC 203 and an escort of five MACOs assault
ships into Klingon Space and go to Qo’noS to rescue
our people and to also get the Enterprise back.”

****

Hours later aboard the Enterprise NX-01 that was

getting closer and closer to passing by the Alpha
Centauri Listening Post the former two commanding
officers found their positions aboard the ships
almost fully reversed, especially since they were the
soul occupants aboard the ship. Everything felt
reversed because T’Pol sat in her husband’s former
command chair nursing their child as she watched
him at the helm to no prevail. She was to far
distracted by her daughter biting and sucking at her
breast that she wanted to wince in pain but instead
she just pushed it aside until she heard Jonathan
wince instead. “Sorry dear,” thought T’Pol, “our
daughter is just sucking to hard and it hurt, I was
trying to push the pain away, not sending it to you.”
“It wasn’t you Aisha,” Jonathan thought back, “it
was just a little left over pain from being tortured by
the Klingons. I’ll be fine. As for you, try controlling
how T’Lin sucks by adjusting how you’re holding her,
I don’t know if that will work, but its worth a try for
you’re going to have to feed her a lot more than once
a day.”
“Perhaps you’re right,” T’Pol thought as she tried
Jonathan’s advice, “at least it seems to be working
right now, I don’t feel as much pressure… yet.”

****

A few hours later, Admiral Black was getting

ready to order the Daedalus-class ships USS IDIC NCC
203, USS Essex NCC 173, the USS Carolina NCC 160,
the USS Archon NCC 189, and the USS Horizon NCC
176 along with two MACOs ship per each Daedalus-
class ship for a total of ten MACOs escort ships to go
rescue Jonathan, T’Pol, T’Lin, bring back the
Enterprise intact and to also tow the damaged USS
Daedalus NCC 100 home. Just as he was about to tell
them Godspeed and give them the order to leave the
system, his aid interrupted him with the news of a
lifetime.
“Sir, there another starship entering the system,”
he said in shock, “it’s………………….the Enterprise and
we’re being hailed by Captain Archer.”
“Open to channel to the fleet,” demanded Black,
“intercept the Enterprise, escort her into the system.
MACOs make sure there are no Klingons also
entering the system.” Black turned back to his aid
and said, “now open a channel directly to the
Enterprise. Get me Captain Archer NOW.”
 Before the aid could execute his orders, both the
approaching fleet and Starfleet Command were
hailed themselves. “This is Captain Jonathan Archer
of the Federation Starship Enterprise; please don’t
shoot if that’s what you’re planning on doing. There
are no Klingons aboard this ship or any about to
enter the system, the Klingons let T’Pol, T’Lin and I
go after they couldn’t get the information they
wanted out of us. I would suggest that you prepare
for a Klingon attack though, it may not come today
or during our time, but some day it will. I would say
today we’ve drastically made an enemy of the
Klingon Empire, an enemy that at this moment is
waiting for the right excuse to start a bloody war.”
Little did Archer and the brass headed command
officers at Starfleet Command know, the Cold War
with the Klingon Empire had begun. For now neither
race would have to be on the look out for a drastic
attack, only little scrimmage would occur whenever
Klingon and Federation starships would cross each
others paths. For now both the Alpha and Beta
Quadrants would have a little peace for once... or so
everyone hoped but that just wasn’t written in the
stars for them yet…
…for on Qo’noS, the Klingons had decided under
the leadership of Chancellor M’Rek to declare a
Blood Oath on the Tera’ngan and also vowed that
one day they would have no choice but to admit
Doghjey and become jegh’pujwI. The first we’ll
capture will be Captain Jonathan Archer so Bu’kaH’s
child will have its father in its miserable life after its
born, to do this though; we have no choice but to kill
his Vulcan wife and child. M’Rek knew this
wholeheartedly had to be done but he wasn’t going
to make it an order, no; we’ll just stick with the
Blood Oath against all of the members of the United
Federation of Planets.
 EPILOGUE-SIX

Almost Ten Months Later

Qam-Chee, The First City Qo’noS

“I want this dam thing out of me NOW,”

screamed a very pregnant Bu’kaH at the female
Klingon doctor at her side. “Get this dam baby out of
my womb now before I pop, or even better tear your
ugly head off.”
“Where the hell is your baby’s father?” asked the
Doctor curious now thinking that Bu’kaH may have
killed the man sometime during the pregnancy.
“He left after he knocked me up like this,”
answered Bu’kaH, “he didn’t even want to marry me
or even perform any ritual with me. I’m to be an
unwed mother, this is going to be worse and bring
me no honor unlike if this child’s father had died in a
glorious battle somewhere but he’s still alive
somewhere in the Alpha Quadrant… with his wife.”
“Wait,” started the doctor, “I know who you are,
you’re Bu’kaH, the Klingon woman who managed to
bed the Tera’ngan captain, Jonathan Archer, you’re
pregnant with his child, you’re about to bring his
hybrid child of our two races into the world. It will be
the one to finally kill its father and lead out troops to
victory against those honorless Tera’ngans.
Congratulations.”
Almost twenty-four and forty-eight minutes later
after a very painful birth process that Bu’kaH never
wanted to go through again, she was holding a
Klingon-Human hybrid child, lucky for her the child
looked more Klingon than human with what seemed
to be nice thick cranial ridges. Looking down at her
daughter she thought “someday you’re going to kill
your father, his wife and their Vulcan-Human hybrid
daughter T’Lin… who I may say looked ugly the first
time I laid eyes on her while you look very beautiful
being mixed with human DNA. I shall call you
Jura’kaH TerranoK.”
Bu’kaH was brought out of her little trance of
talking to her newborn when the doctor spoke up
again, “you might want to start pushing again for
you’re having one more baby today… it would seem
that you’re destined to be the mother to twins
fathered by that legendary Tera’ngan captain.”
Bu’kaH didn’t like what the doctor was saying but
she knew she had no choice so she did as she was
asked. About six hours later, Bu’kaH brought her
second child into the world, a son that at the first
look she gave him she could see so much of a
resemblance to Captain Jonathan Archer that she
knew it was going to be to hard to hide part of his
parentage. I’ll have to leave Qo’noS then; I’ll go to
some other planet that isn’t in the empire but maybe
in the Alpha Quadrant on an unmarked ship. She
took another look at her son and said “I’ll name you
Jona’kaH, partially after your Tera’ngan father.”
Almost two and a half weeks later, Bu’kaH and
her two children acquired a transport ship that
wasn’t marked with any Klingon emblems, but was
used by the fleet as a decoy ship ever since they
captured it from the Tholians almost one year ago.
Traveling into the Alpha Quadrant undetected the
Klingon transport brought Bu’kaH and her family to a
planet that would eventually become home to the
Children of Heaven, the planet of Klingon-Romulan
Hybrids, Chal the Romulan inhabitants would
eventually call it; but for now Bu’kaH and her family
would call it home; or at least until they decided to
leave five years later just before the Romulan
Klingon Alliance claimed it as a test bed for creating
their genetically engineered hybrids like the future
Teilani Kirk…
AFTERWARDS
“Andromeda”
 FORTY-ONE

Year: 2164

Ensign Hoshi Sato sat beside the only soul

companion she had left in the world that wouldn’t
leave her, at least until they were rescued from this
godforsaken planet, Major Laura of the MACOs. Even
though she was still carrying her former husband’s
child and knew that her due date was quickly arriving
she was being very optimistic about things. Every
time Major Laura or her saw what looked a star
moving across the horizon of the planet that would
continuously change position, she would think they
were about to be rescued but that rescue never
came.
After two days past Hoshi became sure of it hat
she was going to die on this planet she didn’t even
know existed until the day the Votality let them go.
Thinking that she had no idea if Starfleet even knew
of this godforsaken rock. Little did she know that
they were deep inside Vulcan Space, the last place
she wanted to be since her former husband had
remarried to a Vulcan, a Vulcan that she for years
thought was her friend. “Its funny,” she thought
“how friends turn on you when you need them the
most. Maybe I was better off on my own and
unmarried, yea right, my grandmother wouldn’t
want me to have thought like that. I guess I’ll meet
somebody new, maybe Japanese like me, someday…
that is if I get off this rock soon.”
Three days later after giving birth to her son Hoshi
Sato became stricken with so much despair. She
knew it was because her son kind of resembled his
father, Jonathan Archer while the skin tone was
clearly hers. Just looking at her son Hoshi started to
cry. Major Laura tried her best to comfort the young
ensign thinking that the only thing wrong was that
she wanted to go home, she had no idea that this
problem was being brought on by the child she was
watching Hoshi hold and trying to feed for the first
time to no prevail.

****

Being stranded on the desolate planet was

starting to become a norm for the now three
companions. Hoshi had started getting used to being
a mother well Major Laura was trying to figure out
what to use to build a shelter for reality was starting
to sit in, they were never going to be rescued, but
their hope hadn’t been lost for it was a big universe,
anyone, any species could come across the planet
and discover their life signs and transport them
aboard.

****

USS Poseidon NCC 07

Starfleet Command had never planned on

decommissioning all of their NX-class cruisers in fact
the newest one was refitted and put back into
service under a different name, the USS Poseidon
NCC 07 under the command of Captain Erica
Stillwaters. As an untested captain commanding the
first fully refitted ship Erica most of the time didn’t
know really if she was the right person for the job,
for from day one on the bridge, she had found
command difficult for part of her crew were aliens
but that was also starting to become a norm in the
fleet.
“Captain,” started her Andorian Science Officer,
“I’m picking up three bio-signs coming from the
planet we just past by.”
“What kind of bio-signs?” asked Stillwaters, her
curiosity getting the best of her.
“Human,” replied Talis Ar’nama, “it should also be
noted that one is very faint and that there are no
other life forms on the surface except for the three
I’m detecting.”
“Helm,” ordered Stillwaters, “get us back there,
Standard Orbit.” She then contacted Sickbay and
said “Doctor, join me and a Security Detail down at
the transporter, we’re going down to the surface.”
Two kilometers away from her position Hoshi
heard the hum of a transporter and looked to see
one woman, human, two male Vulcans and three
Tellarites along with an Andorian all wearing the
standard blue Starfleet Uniform starting to fully
materialize on the surface.
“I’m Ensign Hoshi Sato Archer of the Federation
starship Enterprise NX-01,” said Hoshi.
“Impossible miss,” said Stillwaters, “first, I’m
Captain Erica Stillwaters of the Federation Starship
USS Poseidon NCC 07, and just to let you know,
Ensign Archer has been dead for almost a year now.”
“I’ll be the judge of the that,” said the Doctor, an
Andorian as he stepped up to scan Hoshi with his
medical scanner and compare the results to the
ship’s data on Hoshi. After about five beeps later he
said, “this is Ensign Hoshi Sato Archer, but I don’t
know how that can be.”
“I don’t,” said Hoshi, “but my baby boy, Jonathan
Archer’s son and Major Laura of the MACOs are in
that hut over there. Are you here to take us home?”
“We’ll you’re clearly human,” replied Stillwaters,
“so yes, we’ll transport you aboard our ship and take
you back to Earth, Starfleet Command might want to
debrief you and the Major though, to find out what
happened to you, Enterprise witnessed you’re
shuttlepod explode.”
 Hoshi returned to the hut and came back
carrying her son along with Major Laura walking
beside her. The major still didn’t believe that there
were really Starfleet Officers there to rescue them
until she saw the blue uniforms too. “Stillwaters to
Poseidon, ten to transport aboard; once we’re
aboard set a course for Earth, Warp Seven.”

****

Dartha City, Romulus

“You’re the Reman that murdered Technologist

Cunaehr ir’Ra’tleihfi tr’Mandak,” demanded to know
Praetor D’deridex well standing next to Admiral
Valdore and the rest of the senators in the Imperial
Senate Chamber. “Why the hell did you do that
slave? We needed him for the Quantum Singularity
Stardrive research he was conducting.”
“He was a Terran Spy,” replied the Reman, “he
had to be terminated for the good of the entire
empire.”
“Hell we knew that,” said Valdore, “we’re the
ones who stole an unmarked ship and went to Earth
and stole the body from his grave and brought him
back to life to serve our needs. We did it once we
can do it again.”
Valdore reached for his dathe’anofv-sen and as
he did so said “Kneel you insulate Reman.” As the
Reman complied with the admiral’s order, Valdore
drew his dathe’anofv-sen and chopped its head off
and watching it roll away in one direction as the rest
of the body toppled over… dead and bloody.
As D’deridex and the Valdore turned to leave
D’deridex said “get one of the Remans to clean up
that mess and get rid of that disgusting body. You
senators carry on with your business in planning our
revenge against the Federation.”
 FORTY-TWO

Year: 2380
At The City on The Edge of Forever

Captain Sa’Kia Kobayashi couldn’t believe what

the Guardian had showed her. Even though she was
given the chance to step through the Guardian’s
time portal and witness the unfolding of her
classified history she decided the best thing to do
would be to keep herself safe in the long run.
Knowing that they could easily die in the past in the
unknown war and losing their command forever;
which would have been a disaster if it happened;
Sa’Kia and Commander Ja’meS TerranoK stayed
outside the portal and watched everything unfold. It
seemed like they were there for a few years but
when the portal closed up and the story of the past
was ended, they had only been standing in front of
the Guardian of Forever for only half an hour of
standard Earth time.
With the portal closed Sa’Kia turned to her First
Officer and said “I’ve known something for a while
now. I also know that’s the true reason why you
followed me down to the surface with that Security
Detail. What I’m saying Ja’meS is that I know you
have feelings for me. And if I learned anything from
the Guardian, its that being on a starship you still
need companionship, so I think if you’re willing we
should just go for it.”
Hearing what his captain had just said Ja’meS
wanted to take her and kiss her but he thought
better of it since the Security Detail was still looking
on, keeping a watchful eye on them for any sign that
their lives were in danger. Only their lives weren’t in
danger, their passions were rising to uncontrollable
levels that not even a Vulcan could calm if they were
in Pon’ Farr, the drive to mate would just be too
powerful that they to would sub-come to it and the
inner rage. So instead they reached for each other’s
hands and returned to the Guardian and together
asked the newest question that was just about to
give them a headache if it wasn’t released.
“Guardian, who will we marry?”
The Guardian’s time portal reactivated into a few
months into the future, or at least it looked like a
few months to the image of both Captain Sa’Kia and
Commander Ja’meS standing before Admiral
Kathryn Janeway in traditional twenty-fourth century
wedding attire being married in the ways of their
two customs, Japanese and American but the
ceremonies aboard the Miranda-class vessel were
interrupted when the ship was rocketed by a
subspace eddy as a Romulan D’deridex warbird’s
cloaking device failed and singularity powered star
drive explode damaging the ship bringing the Red
Alert Klaxon on blaring over Janeway’s voice, but
seconds later they stopped to reveal the last words
to come out of Janeway’s mouth: “You may kiss the
bride.”
Captain Kobayashi and Commander TerranoK
watched as the few months into the future versions
of themselves kissed for the first time as a married
couple. As the kiss ended Captain Kobayashi
whispered into her new husband’s ear, “I got a
surprise for you.” The Guardian then went blank
leaving the two to never know what that surprise
would be until that day was to come.
Still holding his future wife’s hand Ja’meS tapped
his combadge and said “Commander TerranoK to
Alliance, transport the Security Team minus myself
and the Captain back to the ship.”
“Acknowledged,” replied Lieutenant Wesley
Crusher at the transporter.
Sa’Kia and Ja’meS looked on as their officers
were claimed by the Alliance’s transporter and
vanished. Once they were gone he pressed his lips to
hers and kissed her passionately. Three minutes later
she broke the kiss and he whispered in her ear “I
love Sa’Kia of Kyoto.”
She pulled him close and said “I love you too
Ja’meS TerranoK and that includes your one-third
Klingon side. I take it your Great, Great, Great
Grandfather was a Klingon?”
“Not my Great, Great, Great Grandfather,”
started Ja’meS. He took a breather knowing that
what he was about to say would surprise her and tie
him fully to the past that they had just witnessed
and the affair Captain Jonathan Archer participated
in while he was undercover on Qo’noS. “My Great,
Great, Great Grandmother mated with a human back
in 2164, that woman was Commander Bu’kaH.
TerranoK was what last name she gave her son to
start a new line for she didn’t want to use the name
Archer and she thought the word Tera’ngan was way
to Klingon and would give her child’s parentage away
to easily.”
“You’re a descendant from the line of Captain
Archer and Earth nor Qo’noS history records it,” said
Sa’Kia , “look at me, I’m a pure human being from
Japan and I’m going to be marrying a piece of living
history. How the hell did I get so lucky?” She
gathered her part Klingon future husband into her
arms and pressed her lips to his again, only this time
holding the kiss for almost three whole minutes but
it seemed more like an entire lifetime to her as she
thought “his cranial ridges don’t exist, that’s why he
doesn’t look Klingon, being the fact that his family
continued to be married to humans. I’m the woman
who’s going to almost make his lineage full human
again when we have children.”
 When the kiss ended still holding his future wife’s
hand Ja’meS did the same thing as before and
tapped his combadge again. “Ja’meS to Alliance, two
to transport.” Together Sa’Kia and Ja’meS waited as
the hum of the Alliance’s transporter claimed them
again. Once they were aboard their ship, the USS
Alliance warped out of the system allowing Captain
Sa’Kia and Commander Ja’meS to begin their mission
and their new adventure…
 FORTY-THREE

Earth & Starfleet Command Headquarters

USS Alliance NCC 379891
Year: 2380

No one at Starfleet Command cared about what

Captain Kobayashi or Commander TerranoK had
found out from the Guardian of Forever at the City
on the Edge of Forever. All the brass headed fools
cared about was their new pride and joy, a new
piece of technology they had managed to reverse
engineer from the Borg’s Transwarp Network only
this new technology didn’t need a transwarp portal
to work. In fact, it needed a whole different power
source. Now that almost the whole Alpha, Beta and
Gamma Quadrants were part of the United
Federation of Planets for they wanted to except the
Olive Branch of peace that the humans and their
allies were extending out to all aliens.
Because the unthinkable had happened and the
Federation had grown, the only quadrant left that
still hadn’t been fully explored was the Delta
Quadrant, and no one really wanted to go there for
fear that the Borg might still be around re-massing
and planning another invasion. An invasion that
Earth knew it wasn’t ready for, for most of their
ships had either been destroyed or damaged almost
six years ago by the time the Dominion War had
ended. No one was ready for or wanted another war,
everyone wanted to go back to Starfleet’s primary
mission, to explore the vast unknowns of space.
There was just nothing left to really explore in the
whole Milky Way Galaxy anymore but beyond the
Great Barrier there was still a vastly unknown galaxy
just waiting to be explored but to get there would
require a massive power drain on any starship
possessing a warp core. Starfleet had no choice, they
would need a new source of propulsion to continue
their mission.
The Starfleet Corps of Engineers quickly got
behind a new project that would create a new power
source that would be able to power a new kind a
stardrive. Their two new inventions were a Zero
Point Module, a ZPM for short and a Hyperspace
Generator that would open a portal into another
dimension of space known as Hyperspace. To get to
hyperspace though, the Hyperspace Generator
would have to create something called a Hyperspace
Window. This new portal would shave decades off a
long journey making it seem like a few minutes to a
few hours. There was only one problem though;
there was only one ship in the whole fleet that
would be able to hold this new device, a Miranda-
class starship that was designed to be a test bed for
new technologies, the USS Alliance NCC 379891.
On her way back from the Guardian of Forever,
the Alliance picked up a communiqué coming from
the Andromeda Galaxy. The transmission coming
from an alien race calling themselves the Shakaians
and they were in drier need of assistance. After
reviewing the transmission three times, the
Alliance’s Communications Officer a Trill female
named Lieutenant Commander Trigana Gon, hosting
the Gon symbiote said “Captain, I’ve managed to
translate the transmission and because of the nature
of it, I forwarded a copy of it to Starfleet Command.”
“Lets hear it,” replied Captain Kobayashi.
Lieutenant Gon brought the transmission to audio
and raised the volume a little for everyone on the
bridge to hear the jumbled voice as the Universal
Translator tried to turn is as good as possible into
pure English. “This is the Shakaians from the
Andromeda Galaxy, we’re requesting a United
Federation of Planets Ellison; the major reason for
our communiqué is because our homeworld is under
attack, requesting emergency assistance.”
No one aboard the Alliance knew who the
Shakaians were but many of the officers at Starfleet
Command remembered them from eight years
earlier while they went to the Andromeda Galaxy to
destroy the Votality once and for all but they had
fled to the safety of the Pegasus Galaxy. Since they
knew who the beings were, Starfleet recalled the
Alliance back to Earth to have her quickly refitted
with their newest technology and to send her on her
way to the Andromeda Galaxy knowing so well that
they may never hear from her again.
After Alliance arrived at Earth, the crew was
anxious to meet the new crewmembers that they
would be getting, crew that were experts in the new
technologies being installed. Among the new crew
coming aboard was a full-blooded Romulan
Observer, bearing the name Centurion Ry’anio
Cu’marz’on who would be in charge of overseeing
the use of the new Romulan cloaking device being
installed on the ship so they could travel inside the
Andromeda Galaxy undetected most of the time… or
so they hoped. After the easiest technologies were
installed, the specialists in the Hyperspace field came
aboard the Alliance and headed towards Engineering
taking with them big pieces of equipment on anti-
grav lifts that made them glide all the way to their
destination.
Inside Engineering, the Hyperspace Generator
was put in the exact place where the Alliance’s warp
core used to be but with the new Hyperdrive
Generator, the generator would do the job of both
engines since even though it was powered by the
ZPM, it still had matter and anti-matter flowing
through. Therefore all the ingredients needed to
create a warp field were still present.
 A two week shore leave was scheduled for the
crew after the ship was ready to leave so that
everyone would be fully rested before they shipped
out. At ten hundred hours that Thursday morning,
the USS Alliance NCC 379891 left spacedock on a
course directly for the Great Barrier. As everyone at
Starfleet Command and the nearby starships
watched her leave, everyone hoped she would
return home intact with hopefully some new
technologies and information on strange new worlds
and their inhabitants. The Alliance was finally
underway again, only this time into the very vast
unknown…this time though with a newly married
couple onboard.
 FORTY-FOUR

Great Barrier & The Andromeda Galaxy

Year: 2380

“Release log buoy,” ordered Commander Ja’meS

Terranok sitting in his command chair beside his
fiancée Captain Sa’Kia Kobayashi who was standing
by waiting to give her order. As he looked towards
her and grabbed her hand, she stood and gave her
order after she heard Gon reply to Ja’meS’ order.
“Log buoy away, its heading towards Federation
Space.”
“Helm,” ordered Sa’Kia, “deactivate the
warpdrive engine, bring the Hyperspace Generator
online, open a Hyperspace Window and take us in.”
The trip through Hyperspace into the Andromeda
Galaxy took less than a minute for a journey that
should have taken closer to eighty years. Once the
ship exited the Hyperspace Window intact, Ja’meS
gave his next order, “set a course for the Shakaians’
homeworld, Warp Seven.”
“Engage,” ordered Sa’Kia.
 ****

Two Hours Later

Shakaians’ Homeworld

As the Alliance dropped out of warp, they quickly

found another ship in the system with them, a ship
that was actually from the Pegasus Galaxy but not
hostile. The ship belonged to a race called the
Progenitors or as some called them; the Ancient
Ones and they were the protectors of the Shakaians’
homeworld for it had a special kind of circular device
on the surface that also allowed interstellar travel
from one world to another.
As quickly as she dropped out of warp, the
Alliance was contacted by the Progenitors. “This is
the Progenitor city-ship Garsara, please identify
yourself or we will be forced to use deadly force.
Please respond on this channel.”
Sa’Kia stood up as she began to speak. “This is
Captain Kobayashi of the United Federation of
Planets’ starship USS Alliance NCC 379891. We’re
responding to a distress call sent out by the
inhabitants of this world.”
“We’re the protectors of this world,” replied the
leader of the Progenitors. “We had to bring our city-
ship here instead of taking our Gate-ships through
our Gateway to get here so if we encountered
hostilities we could reply within ease.”
 “Gateways? Gate-ships?” asked Sa’Kia, “I’m afraid
you have my crew and I confused, we’re from
another galaxy, the Milky Way Galaxy to be precise.
You’re going to have to explain this to us.”
“Come aboard our city-ship,” said the
Progenitors’ leader, “we’ll explain everything.”
“You’re with me Ja’meS,” said Sa’Kia, “we’ll
transport over together.”
“You’re not going Sa’Kia,” replied Ja’meS, “its my
duty as First Officer to protect you and we’ve just
met these people, I’m going alone.”
“Are you really talking as my First Officer…”
started Sa’Kia “or as my husband?”
“You’re part Vulcan, and that makes you a touch
telepath,” started Ja’meS, “touch me to find out.”
She pressed her hands to his Katra points and
melded her mind with his then in his mind he heard
her say, “both, you love me so much that you want
to protect me, you’re my personal warrior, you’d die
for me just to keep me safe. I still want to go though,
there’s no foreseeable danger, plus you’ll be there if
there was.”
“Alright you can go to,” thought Ja’meS, “but stay
close to me at all times.”
“Deal,” thought back Sa’Kia as she broke the meld
took her fiancée’s hand and walked towards the
turbolift. Just before the doors to the turbolift closed
shut behind him, Ja’meS said “Lieutenant Wallrason,
the bridge is yours.”
 ****

Garsara

After transporting aboard the mysterious city-

ship, Captain Kobayashi and Commander TerranoK
were led to the city’s central tower and control
room. On their way up the stairs towards the
Altarian leader’s office, Ja’meS noticed the circular
device in the floor with strange symbols on it and a
control consol with an officer stationed at it with the
same symbols. He quickly pointed it out to Sa’Kia,
“wonder what it is?”
“It’s the Gateway,” replied the Altarian leader at
the top of the stairs, “and that station you just
passed is the DHD, the device that allows us to dial
other gate addresses and go off-world so to speak.
We can give you one for your ship and as long as
you’re in subspace when you use it and stationary
you can go to other planets.”
“We’ll take one,” said Ja’meS thinking about all
the places he could take Sa’Kia that were unexplored
without the crew knowing at night.
“We’ll wait,” said Sa’Kia, “for now, lets first get to
know you better.”

****

“There’s a Hyperspace Window opening,” replied

one of the Progenitors at what Sa’Kia thought was
the city-ship’s helm. “A Wraith Hive-ship is emerging,
their launching dart-ships at us.”
“Contact the Chair Room,” ordered the leader,
“get our drones into the air.” She then turned to the
two Starfleet Officers and said “We’re at war with
the Wraith; they feed on the humans and other
aliens of this galaxy and also the Pegasus which
we’re from. You might want to order your ship to
leave or use your weapons to assist us.”
“Alliance, this is Sa’Kia, raise shields target the
ship that just emerged from Hyperspace, their called
the Wraith and their at war with our new friends,
they feed of people.”
As the shields flickered into existence around
Alliance and torpedoes left their launchers, two
Romulan D’deridex-class warbirds decloaked on
either side of her ad also opened fire. Ja’meS turned
to her and said, “I should have told you we had a
cloaked escort, it was Starfleet Commands idea…”
but before he could add anything, the two warbirds
exploded for their Quantum Singularity Stardrives
were badly affected by the effects of hyperspace
destabilizing its reaction.
From Garsara raced several bright colored
torpedoes like things that both Ja’meS and Sa’Kia
realized must be drones, as they lit up the sky,
heading towards both the hive-ship and the darts.
Surprisingly the Wraith were ignoring the torpedoes
coming from the Alliance and concentrating on
neutralizing the weapons from Garsara, before they
realized what was happening the hive-ship was
damaged and had no choice but to recall their darts
and jump back into Hyperspace.

****

With the hive-ship gone and the darts that it left

behind now fully destroyed, the Progenitors and the
two commanding officers of the USS Alliance NCC
379891 started to talk about forming an alliance
between each other. An alliance that was almost
turning out to be a great idea for the Progenitors
after checking the Alliance’s Hyperspace Generator
realized that the crew would never be able to return
to the Milky Way Galaxy but would be forced to live
out the rest of their lives in ether the Andromeda or
Pegasus Galaxies. Because of that little unforeseen
development the Progenitors installed a Gateway
like device in the Alliance’s cargo bay, a Gateway
that could only be used while the ship remained
stationary. “You can also call us anytime you need
assistance,” said the leader of the Progenitors, “but
since there’s so many of my race, just call us the
Progenitors.”
With their new technologies and new friends and
allies and even enemies, the crew of the USS Alliance
NCC 379891 knew that they would never be alone.
With that in mind they got ready to restart the
normal Starfleet mission of seeking out new life and
civilizations and to boldly go where no man, no
human, and no one from the whole Milky Way
Galaxy had ever gone before… their mission had just
begun…
 FORTY-FIVE

USS Alliance NCC 379891

Deep Within The Andromeda Galaxy

Captain Sa’Kia of Alliance wasn’t at all ready for

what she was about to discover, nor was her
husband for that matter, all they knew that
whatever was about to come their way; they would
face it together, good or bad. Of course they had
finally come to terms with the fact that they were
never going to return to the Milky Way Galaxy and
see their homes again. Little did they know that
there were beings from the Delta Quadrant of the
Milky Way Galaxy among them. During the years the
USS Voyager NCC 7642 was still trapped within the
Delta Quadrant, they got caught up in the war that
the Borg and Species 8472 were fighting.
Thanks to Voyager though the Borg were able to
gain access to Fluidic Space, because of that one flaw
in Janeway’s logic a Borg cube ship got trapped in
the Andromeda Galaxy too when they exited Fluidic
Space way to soon during their journey home to the
Unicomplex. Now since that cube was in the
Andromeda Galaxy, the Borg drones that were
crewing it were starting to assimilate and catalog the
races of this galaxy as they turned them into drones
too. With the Alliance also trapped there was a
Federation presence in the system with the training
and the technology to fight their fury they were
setting on millions of countless races.
“Long range sensors are picking up something
kind of strange,” reported Command Lieutenant
Wallrason. “The configuration matches that of a Borg
ship.”
Ja’meS jumped out of his chair beside Sa’Kia and
ran to the tactical station before she could even say
word. “Impossible,” he said as he got there, “they
must have followed us from the Alpha Quadrant
when we left.”
“Don’t think so,” replied Wallrason, “their
trajectory indicates they came from the opposite
direction not to mention they appear to be heavily
damaged.”
“Helm, intercept course,” ordered Kobayashi, “we
have to investigate this situation a little further. I
predict there is more going on here than our sensors
can detect.”
“I agree,” said Ja’meS returning to his chair beside
her. He then gave his next orders, orders that added
on to Sa’Kia’s. “Helm Warp Eight. Engage.”

****
 At warp eight it didn’t take long for the Alliance to
arrive at the Borg ship’s coordinates, as the
Federation starship dropped out of warp, her
sensors locked onto and magnified on the forward
view screen the image of one massive Borg cube
drifting slowly in space apparently disabled but
quickly becoming operational again.
“They’re heavily damaged,” Wallrason reported,
“they do appear to be repairing the damage on their
outer hull quickly though. If we’re going to do
something about them captain, we have to do it now
before they are able to adapt or detect us and send
boarding parties.”
“If they board us Sa’Kia,” started Ja’meS, “they’ll
start to assimilate both the ship and the crew. We
have to do something now.”
“Helm move us within optimal torpedo range,”
ordered Kobayashi. “Tactical, ready a volley of
quantum torpedoes. Fire at will.”
Looking towards his wife Ja’meS thought to
himself, “I can’t wait till I can hear her thoughts in
my head as she thinking them. To bad her first Pon’
Farr is going to happen in a few days, if she didn’t
want to wait till then to make love, we could fully be
bonded. She’ll be ready soon though, I have faith in
my wife, and I can except that she wants it to be
special for her very first; but is she ready to handle
those primal urges and emotions?”
 Taking her husband’s hand Sa’Kia looked him in
the eyes and as if she knew what he was thinking
leaned in towards his left ear and whispered
“tomorrow night, my Pon’ Farr will start, then we’ll
be fully bonded. I can’t wait to hear your thoughts in
my head either, but if we’re strong, we can wait. For
now, lets just hope we get out of this situation alive
so there will be a tomorrow night.”
Sadly just as their perfect private moment on the
bridge was about to lead into a passionate kiss, the
two love birds were interrupted by a klaxon going off
and their communications officer speaking up. From
her communications station, Lieutenant
Commander Trigana Gon opened her mouth and
said the worst possible news that turned Sa’Kia right
back into her command mode.
“We’ve been boarded, at least eighteen drones
on decks four and six.”
“Wallrason, Cu’marz’on, Ensign Carter and
Security Detail One, you’re with me,” said Ja’meS as
he got out of his chair. “Meet me on Deck Four near
Defector Control.” He turned to his wife who he
passionately kissed on the lips and then left.
“Be careful Aisha,” shouted Sa’Kia using her
Vulcan family’s word for beloved as he entered the
turbolift. Once the doors shut she thought “I wish we
were bonded now, that way I’d know if something
were to happen to him. Why did I even choose to
wait till my Pon’ Farr? He’s my husband and he loves
me.”
 On deck four after the Security Team Ja’meS put
together was armed with Phaser Rifles they headed
towards the drones that they knew were coming. As
they moved, Ja’meS thought “I’m not letting you
take my wife’s ship without a fight, and you’re going
to have to kill me and her before you can even have
this new Miranda-class vessel, but I’ll be giving my
life to protect hers if I have to so all I’m fighting for is
her safety. I don’t require the honor that my Klingon
ancestors were always searching for on the field of
battle. Today is not a good day to die.”
Getting closer and closer to the drones Ja’meS
could see them trying to override the security
protocols to the door locking controls for the room
to Deflector Control. Obviously to no prevail since a
whole group of them had resorted to trying to push
the door down using their superior strength but that
to wasn’t working. Seeing the group of mostly
humans approaching them with rifles trained on
them, the Borg gave up on the door and made their
advance towards their new adversaries.
As the group got near to one of the Auxiliary
Deflector Control Rooms, Cu’marz’on was captured
by a drone that was hiding in the room who extend
its assimilation tubules into the helpless Romulan’s
neck. Before the assimilation process could complete
one of the Andorians in the Security Team, the only
alien in it actually, aimed his weapon at both the
Romulan and the drone and fired. Both collapsed
dead within seconds. Not giving the rest of the Borg
a chance to adapt, the whole Security Detail targeted
the remaining drones and on Ja’meS’ command
opened fire.
The corridor turned into a blaze of red from the
phaser rifles energy output as it hit each drone. A
few of the ten drones on Deck Four managed to
adapt while more than half of their comrades fell
down shaking about dying, their voices fading out of
the Collective consciousness forever as if they never
had existed.
Re-modulating their phaser rifles to another
setting Ja’meS and the Security Detail made their
way to the remaining eight drones on Deck Six, all of
which weren’t stationed together like the other ones
had been forcing the team to split up and hunt them
down. Traveling alone down one of the maintenance
corridors, Ja’meS came face to face with a drone and
a partially assimilated crewmen. He raised his rifle
took aim and found that the weapon wouldn’t fire.
With no other choice Ja’meS reached behind his
back and unfastened his Bat’leth and charged at the
two drones. As he ran he raised the blunt edge of
the weapon over his head and only brought it down
when he was over the drone’s head slicing it in half
right down deep into the creatures neck right
towards it’s ribcage and heart. Satisfied with the
sight he pulled at the Bat’leth forcing it out of the
dead drones body dragging parts of the former
unknown alien’s heart, lungs, stomach, entrails and a
piece of bone right along with it.
 Picking up his useless phaser rifle Ja’meS headed
off to the Armory where he cleaned off his Bat’leth
then put it away again. Heading back out carrying a
new rifle he made his way back to the bridge to be
back at his wife’s side… his rightful place.
 FORTY-SIX

One Day After Sa’Kia’s Pon’ Farr

“I love hearing your thoughts in my head Aisha,”

thought Sa’Kia as she laid beside her husband who
was just starting to wake up. “I don’t know why we
waited so long to mate and get this more than
physical connection.”
“It was your choice Aisha,” thought back Ja’meS.
“I only did what you wanted me to do for I just want
you to be happy. So I respected your wishes and
waited as long as you wanted to, and if you changed
your mind about waiting that would have also been
alright with me for I love you.”
Getting out of bed and then helping his wife do
the same Ja’meS looked at her semi-naked figure
and said “You’re so cute.” Then he thought “I could
say that to you in Vulcan, Japanese or English since I
can understand each one with our minds bonded like
this. The only one I wouldn’t say is the Klingon word
for there isn’t one in their language that describes
you so perfectly Aisha.”
 “Thank,” she thought, “just speak to me in English
though but you can project thoughts to me in either
Vulcan or Japanese, it doesn’t really matter to me.”
Starting to dress she decided to start speaking
regularly again so she took a deep breath and
started to speak again, only this time it was business
related. “You know I wish these repairs were finished
already, I want to leave this godforsaken planet.
There’s hardly no sun and the plants look so terrible.
Its like a war was fought here, or some species went
extinct here or something far worse has happened.
I’d feel better if we could get our hyperdrive working
and return to the Milky Way, to hell with our dam
mission. I miss home.”
“I know you miss home Aisha,” said Ja’meS, “but
as much as you hate our mission, our duty as
Starfleet Officers comes first. Anyways I hate it too
but that doesn’t mean I want to do something about
it…unless…”
“You want to take this ship into Fluidic Space just
like the way the Borg cube that we encountered and
destroyed three days ago did,” thought Sa’Kia, “but
you want to exit in the Delta Quadrant and settle
down there and raise a family with me, that’s sweet
but what about the crew?”
“They can make their own decision about if they
want to join us or take this ship and leave us with
one of the two Runabouts we’re carrying and use the
hyperdrive to return to the Alpha Quadrant and the
safety of the Federation,” thought Ja’meS, “I just
want to be alone with you Sa’Kia, even if that means
on some desolate planet in the middle of Borg
Territory in the Delta Quadrant or still in the Delta
Quadrant but on a planet of your choosing; after all,
all I want is for you to always be happy but also by
my side. That’s why I’ll love you always my Aisha.”
Sa’Kia gave a little giggle that her husband
thought sounded a little sexy then she got series
again as she continued putting on her duty uniform
and some makeup. “We should go get some
breakfast and then head down to Engineering to see
how Commander Samuel Wakimi-Nara is getting
along with those repairs so we can try and make
your idea come true or at least get us out of here.”
“Agreed,” said Ja’meS as he finished putting on
his uniform and planting a kiss on her lovely lips.

****

One Day Earlier

“Helm, take us out of warp,” ordered Sa’Kia. She

then looked towards her husband to have him
continue giving the orders since early that morning
her Pon’ Farr had started and the urges to mate
were just to strong for her to wait till that night for
her to have her husband make love to her. “You
know my thoughts Aisha, you continue with my
orders.”
 “Alright Aisha,” he thought as she opened up her
mind to him making her thoughts come through
even more clear than they were before. “So crystal
clear,” he thought. “Ensign O’Malley, take us into a
standard orbit. Prepare to take us into the
atmosphere on my command. Bring the Landing
struts online, lets see what this ship can do when it
comes to landing.”
“Landing struts are now extended,” reported
O’Malley, “we’re entering the atmosphere now.”
As the USS Alliance NCC 379891 made her way
towards the surface of the unnamed M-class planet,
the ride started to get so bumpy that Sa’Kia was
almost thrown from her seat. Lucky though for her,
her husband was by her side and extend his arm out
to hold her in place as she started forward.
Moments started to pass by slowly but after
about ten or fifteen minutes, Ja’meS couldn’t be sure
but he felt the ship lightly touch down onto the
planet’s rocky surface. With the ship secured and
everyone of the onboard systems being shutdown
one-by-one, Sa’Kia, Ja’meS and the rest of the bridge
crew grabbed hand held lights and waited for the
ship’s lighting to go out like it was already doing so
on the rest of the ship. Seconds later, the bridge
lights flickered out as everyone activated their
handheld lights that were attached to their wrists, as
a group they all headed towards the only way off the
bridge, the still working turbolift that they took to
Deck Two then to finish their journey they headed to
the maintenance shafts that had only stairs that
would lead further down into the belly of the dead
ship.
With no power throughout the whole Alliance, it
took Sa’Kia and Ja’meS almost an hour to find their
way to Engineering to get a status report from
Commander Wakimi-Nara. When he saw the Captain
and the first officer walk in, he said, “I don’t have
much news captain. It will take almost the rest of
today and tomorrow to fix the hyperdrive system, tie
it into the warp engine and then reactivate the
whole stardrive system as one unit, but it can be
done; I just don’t know if it will work or last long.
When the work is complete though, this ship should
have a working interstellar hyperdrive system that
will get us back to the Federation or wherever else
you want to go.”
“Carry on then commander,” said Ja’meS allowing
him to get back to work as he took his wife’s hand
and led her through the dark toward their quarters.

****

Forty-Eight Hours Later

Late into Gamma Shift’s time to be on duty on the

bridge were Sa’Kia and Ja’meS on the bridge of the
USS Alliance NCC 379891 for way down below decks
Commander Wakimi-Nara was about ready to bring
everyone of the ship’s systems back online including
what everyone was hoping would be a new and
approved hyperdrive system; one that would get
them home again.
Ja’meS couldn’t believe his eyes when he looked
towards his wife and found her sleeping right in her
command chair. Since he didn’t want to wake her up
knowing that she had had a tough day he decided
the best thing for him to do was to take command of
the Alliance himself. So he started to give his orders.
“Wallrason, ready the shields so they come online
the moment we’re about to liftoff surface.”
“O’Malley, bring the engines online and prepare
to retract the landing mechanisms. Also activate the
hyperdrive and get ready to form a hyperspace
window as soon as were clear from the planet.”
“Acknowledged,” replied both Wallrason and
O’Malley as they executed the First Officer’s orders.
About two and a quarter minutes later, the ship
started to rumble as she lifted off from the surface
leaving the M-class planet behind her. As Alliance’s
hull started to shake from her rapid increase of
speed through the atmosphere, Sa’Kia was woke
from her peaceful sleep not at all mad at her
husband for taking command and giving the order to
leave.
When the Alliance finally broke free of the
planet’s atmosphere and gravity and entered a
stable standard orbit, all hell started to brake lose,
only no one aboard the ship knew it for somehow
the ship’s safety protocols never reactivated when
the main computer was brought back online. The
malfunction was with the intermix in the hyperdrive
plasma chamber but since the system that would
detect it wasn’t on, O’Malley at the helm was able to
open a hyperspace window and guide the ship
towards it but before she could enter it…
…the USS Alliance NCC 379891 exploded. As the
fireball inside the ship’s hyperdrive engine escalated
and consumed Engineering working its way up to the
bridge through all the secondary explosions that
were forming; Sa’Kia projected one final thought to
her husband as they died hand in hand, lip to lip,
“I’m pregnant Aisha, I only found out a few hours
ago thanks to my Vulcan side, it happened during my
Pon’ Farr. I’m sorry we’ll never see our child; but at
least we're going to die together. The way its
supposed to be. I’m just surprised we didn’t see this
coming while we were looking through the Guardian
of Forever, we could have requested a different
assignment, maybe one in the Delta Quadrant
aboard the USS Voyager NCC 7642-A.”
“I know Aisha,” thought Ja’meS, “at least we’re
together in death too, I’ll always lo…” the rest of his
words were cut off when the explosion claimed him
and his wife’s life. Within seconds after that, the USS
Alliance NCC 379891 was nothing more than a field
of smoldering wreckage along with a few drifting
bodies in the cold vacuum of space.
APPENDIXS
 APPENDIX I
Minipedia of Terms

Arrenhe’hwiua Telecapture Device- the device used

by the Romulans to remotely take over and control
an enemy vessel, they usual start be deactivating the
life-support systems and jamming communications.

B4- The android used to lure the Enterprise to

Romulus in Star Trek Nemesis.

Barge of the Dead- in Klingon mythology of the

afterlife, this is the boat that takes you a crossed the
River of Blood, its bound for the internal Sto’vo’kor.

Bat’leth- a weapon that resembles a sword used by

the Klingons, it has prongs on it and is almost shaped
like a half circle.

Blood Oath- when the Klingons or a Klingon declares

you or a whole race their enemy. They’ll stop at
nothing to kill you, destroy your fleets and conquer
your homeworld. When this happens, the best thing
for you to do is possibly surrender unconditionally.

Breen Energy Disruption Weapon- the USS Defiant

NX- 74205 was hit by this weapon at the Second
Battle of Chin’toka and since affected her shields and
every other system, the Dominion was able to
destroy her, but almost everyone survived by
evacuating her through the escape pods. The United
Federation of Planet’s adapted this technology into
their Shield Disruptors.

Bondmates- the Vulcan term for when a Vulcan

mates and the two form a physic bond. Bondmates
in Vulcan society exist to produce offspring.

Coalition of Planets- the alien worlds united with

Earth in 2155 – 2161 just before the founding of the
United Federation of Planets in 2161 after the
Romulan-Earth War.

Conclave- the ruling body of the Tholian

Government

Danthe’anofv-sen- Honor Blade in Romulan.

Doghjey- the word for unconditional surrender in

the Klingon language

Ejhoi Ormiin- Romulan descendancy group led by

the rogue Vulcan turned Romulan native
Sopek/Ch’uihv.

Empok Nor- A Cardassian built Station in the Trivas

System; sister to Terok Nor (AKA: Deep Space Nine),
derelict and after the Dominion War, the Federation
gained control of it and the area of space around it in
treaty.

First Contact- this event is when humans first

learned they weren’t alone in the universe when
Vulcans landed on the planet after detecting Zefram
Cochrane’s historic warp flight of his ship the
Phoenix.

Furies- snake like beings that drive fear into the

hearts of the enemy, driving them insane; they
consider our space “Heaven” and once ruled us as
slave masters. We banished them from “Heaven” to
the Delta Quadrant and they survived in legend as
“demons, devils, or in Klingon, the “Havoc”. They
have returned to reclaim “Heaven” and drive us out.

Gagh- a Klingon dish of live worms.

Gemini Effect- this was created as a result of Dr. Paul

Manheim’s temporal research in 2364. The effect
creates a temporal disturbance in the space-time
continuum, allowing two of the same ship to exist
simultaneously in different locations (but not in
time).

Great Barrier, The- another name for the Galatic

Barrier. This barrier separates the four quadrants of
the Milky Way Galaxy (the Alpha, Beta, Gamma, &
Delta Quadrants) from all the quadrants of the little
known Andromeda Galaxy. For a long time it was
believed that no starship could penetrate it until the
USS Enterprise NCC 1701 was hijacked from a group
of aliens from the Andromeda Galaxy.

Gre’thor- Klingon version of hell, a place for the

dishonored and those who didn’t die in battle.

“I cherish thee”- Vulcan for “I love you.”

Inertial Dampers- a system used on almost all

starships to counter the effects of rapid acceleration
or deceleration of a vessel by sustaining and
absorbing the natural inertia of a vessel as it either
moves through space or if it’s under attack from
another vessel.

Jegh’pujwI- lawfully conquered alien prisoners of the

Klingon Empire.

Joined Trill- the Trill is a symbiont like life form that

is implanted into the host’s stomach. They share
thoughts and the memories of the symbionts’ past
hosts. Ezri Dax is an example of a Trill joined with a
symbiont.

K’ri’Brax, Month of- Romulan word for the month of

or around the Terran month of July.
Kal’i’farr- the Vulcan word for marriage.

Klivam- Romulan for Klingon

Lattice- the name given to the one in charge of the

Tholian Conclave.

M-class- Minshara Class planet- these planets

support life and are Earth like planets, the term
Minshara comes from Vulcan.

Military Assault Command Operations (MACOs) - a

group of soldiers not belonging to Starfleet, but
working side by side with them.

Nasal Agent or Nasal Inhibitor- something Vulcans

use well on vessels that aren’t crewed by other
Vulcans, for example, an Earth vessel like the
Enterprise NX-01. It suppresses the smells and odors
given off by others. They use this because their sense
of smell is more heightened than that of humans.

Old Man- Sisco called Jadiza “Old Man” and he also

calls Ezri it because his old friend, a man named
Curzon was a host to the Dax symbiont years ago.

Pawraiths- the Anti-Prophets to the Bajoran people,

they were almost released from the Fire Caves in
Star Trek Deep Space Nine’s, final episode but the
Emissary (Captain Benjamin Sisco) stopped them, but
was lost to the fire caves. (Star Trek Deep Space Nine
“What You Leave Behind”)

P’Jem- Vulcan sanctuary that was destroyed by

Andorian Commandoes in 2151 after they found a
Listening Post at the monastery that the Vulcans
were using to spy on them, a listening post that
Jonathan and T’Pol helped find.

Point Defense Phaser (PDP) - destroys incoming

torpedoes before they can do any damage

Pon’ Farr- in Vulcan it means “Time of Mating”, it

happens every seven years. Vulcans are required to
mate or they will die. Some symptoms the Vulcan
experiences cause him or her to act emotional and
irrational. The cycle lasts only seven days.

Rihannsu- the name that the Romulans call

themselves, everyone else has ether translated it to
Romulan in their own tongues.

RomuluSngan- the Klingon word for Romulan.

Sa’Hut- Klingon word for ass

Shield Disrupter- a weapon based on Breen

Technology from the Dominion War; its function is to
disable the shields of a group of enemy vessels so it’s
possible for the Starfleet vessels to inflict damage to
the enemy’s hull and systems directly.

Slingshot Maneuver- is when a starship using the

gravimetric shear of a star (mostly a sun), to
slingshot into the past. It’s a type of Time Travel
maneuver that will only work in returning if the
ship’s hull carries enough chrometric particles from
its original time she came from.

Soudan- a planet in the Beta Quadrant, its

inhabitants are the Soudanians; they hate violence
but have built powerful warships to defend their
homeworld. Its also the Japanese word for
consultation, discussion.

Sto’vo’kor- Klingon version of heaven, it’s a place for

the warriors who have died in battle or had
preformed some honorable task while they were
alive.

Sub-Commander- Vulcan rank, this was T’Pol’s rank

in the Vulcan High Command before she resigned
her commission with them to join Enterprise on its
mission into the Delphic Expanse, hence there
return; she accepted a commission with Starfleet
with the rank of Commander.

Targ- a type of Klingon dog, also a food source.

Temporal Research Facility- a place where the
United Federation of Planets studies time, in direr
need it could be used for time travel but truthfully
the Federation is against that. Its other effect is to
freeze time in a certain sector infecting only the
enemies’ fleets and starbases for a given amount of
time allowing the Federation fleet to gain a victory.

Tera’ngans- the Klingon word for Terrans or humans

Terra Prime- the organization that tried to stop the

founding of the Coalition of Planets and the signing
of its charter back in 2155, it was run by John
Fredrick Paxton. They created out of cloned DNA a
Vulcan Human Hybrid child, the offspring of
Commander’s T’Pol and Charles “Trip” Tucker III of
Enterprise, the child Elizabeth Tucker eventually died
because of flaws in the cloning process. This brought
Tucker and T’Pol’s relationship to an end and a way
for her and Jonathan to get closer.

“Thought Space”- almost like interspace travel but

faster than being in Subspace. The Votality uses this
kind of high speed travel while many other alien
cultures use warpdrive. The Shedai also use this to
get around through the means of their Conduits.

Thoughtwave- a telepathic link used by the Tholians

to communicate non-verbally.
United Earth- was what Earth’s Governments united
under after the Third World War. With Earth’s many
governments striving for the same goal, a unified
planet Earth, Starfleet in 2155 started that
unification process that would have united Earth
with several other alien planets forming the United
Coalition of Planets was halted by Terra Prime but
reconvened after Captain Archer and the crew of the
Enterprise halted them.
 APPENDIX II
IMPORTANT STARFLEET OFFICERS

Enterprise NX-01

Captain Jonathan Archer

(Human Male) Commanding Officer

Commander T’Pol (Archer)

(Vulcan Female) First Officer/Science Officer

Ensign Hoshi Sato (Archer)

(Human Female) Communications Officer

Commander Charles “Trip” Tucker III

(Human Male) Chief Engineer

Lieutenant Burch
(Human Male) Chief Engineer, after Trip’s death

Doctor Phlox
(Denobulan Male) Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant Malcolm Reed

(Human Male) Tactical Officer & Chief of Security

Ensign Travis Mayweather

(Human Male) Helmsman

NX-02 Columbia

Captain Erica Hernandez

(Human Female) Commanding Officer

Commander Veronica Fletcher

(Human Female) First Officer
Lieutenant Reiko Akagi
(Human Female) Helmsman

Lieutenant Kiona Thayer

(Human Female) Chief Tactical Officer

Lieutenant Karl Graylock

(Human Male) Chief Engineer

Lieutenant Commander Kalil el-Rashad

(Human Male) Second Officer & Science Officer

USS Enterprise NCC 1701

Captain James Tiberius Kirk

(Human Male) Commanding Officer

Commander Spock
(Vulcan-human Male) First Officer & Science Officer

Dr. Leonard McCoy, Bones

(Human Male) Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu

(Human Male) Operations Officer, helmsman

Ensign Pavel Chekov

(Human Male) Operations Officer, helmsman

Lieutenant Montgomery Scott

(Human Male) Chief Engineer

USS Enterprise NCC 1701-E

Captain Jean-Luc Picard

(Human Male) Commanding Officer

Commander Worf
(Klingon Male) First Officer

Commander Geordi La Forge

(Human Male) Chief Engineer

Doctor Beverly Crusher

(Human Female) Chief Medical Officer

B-4
(Android) Operations Officer & Science Officer

Lieutenant T’Rysssa Chen

(Vulcan-Human Female) Helmsman
Deep Space Nine/USS Defiant NCC 74205

Captain Benjamin Sisco

(Human Male) Commanding Officer

Colonel Kira Nerys

(Bajoran Female) First Officer

Lieutenant Ezri Dax

(Trill Female, Joined) Executive Officer for Defiant,
Science Officer

USS Alliance NCC 379891

Captain Sa’Kia Kobayashi

(Human-Vulcan, Female) Commanding Officer

Commander Ja’meS TerranoK

(Human-Klingon Male) First Officer

Lieutenant Carlos Wallrason

(Human-Romulan Male) Tactical Officer & Chief of
Security

Lieutenant Commander Trigana Gon

(Trill Female, joined) Communications Officer

Centurion Ry’anio Cu’marz’on

(Romulan Male) Observer/Cloak Specialist
The Admiralty

Admiral Maxwell Forest

(Human Male) 2151 – 2155

Admiral Gardner
(Human Male) 2155- 2163

Admiral Gregory Black

(Human Male) 2155 - ????

Admiral Kathryn Janeway

(Human Female) 2376 – 2380

Extra

Captain T’Lin Archer

(Vulcan-Human Female) Jonathan and T’Pol’s
daughter and the former commanding officer of the
USS Relentless NCC 50634

Cunaehr ir’Ra’tleihfi tr’Mandak- the Romulan name

Trip assumed while a being a spy on Romulus during
2155. Originally he was a Romulan Scientist working
for Doctor Ehrehin i'Ramnau tr'Avrak.
 APPENDIX III
IMPORTANT ALIEN CULTURES

Andorian - Planet: Andoria. Humanoid Federation

members are blue-skinned in appearance, with
bilateral antennae that reflect their emotional state,
and characteristically white hair. Andorians are self-
described as a violent and warlike species, although
they do have great affinity for family. No members of
this Federation race were aboard the U.S.S.
Enterprise NCC-1701-D when Data's offspring, Lal,
was "born." Lal rejected an Andorian female as one
of four final choices for a racial type, instead opting
to become a human female. Apparently, according
to Data on Stardate 43657.0, Andorians engage in
group marriages of four as a rule. However, most of
what is known about this race is scattered. This
Federation member-race was the subject of some
kind of gender-swapping joke by Quark that Morn
was slow to catch; the punch line was "and the
Andorian says, 'Your brother? I thought it was your
wife!'" Andoria is among the many planets providing
a registry home to numerous ships that use Deep
Space Nine. Their variety of silk is prized for its
softness. Andorian jewelry is highly collectible and is
not usually available on Deep Space Nine — one of
Quark's would-be expanded sales items by inter-
station monitor. Historically, the first Vulcan-
Andorian contact was encouraging, but the Vulcans
felt the Andorians soon showed a duplicitous side in
honoring only the self-beneficial agreements. The
overall level of Andorian technology--including
propulsion, weapons and sensors—is more advanced
than Earth's in 2153. The military, if not society in
general, is fully integrated to both males and females
well before Federation membership. If Talas is any
indication, Andorian women may use blue lipstick
and eye shadow toned darker than their skin color.
Like humans, natives show a tendency of
monodexterity to either right or left. A celebratory
drink of beverages, including those alcoholic, is a
custom among Andorians as well as humans.
Andorian ale is a favorite.
Andorian renegades in the Triangular system, it is
said, once embarrassed a Starfleet admiral's
supposed search when they hid their ship by
dismantling it. An Andorian was present at Risa when
Captain Picard vacationed there on Stardate
43745.2, and also an Andorian group bid for
Tellurian spices offered by Kivas Fajo on Stardate
43872.2. Chirurgeon Ghee P'trell, an Andorian, was
nominated for the Carrington Award in 2371.

Bajoran - Planet: Bajor. Humanoid race,

distinguished outwardly only by extra wrinkles at the
bridge of the nose, have wandered the galaxy and
settled on various worlds ever since their homeland
was occupied by Cardassians 40 years previously
(circa 2328).
By custom, their familial name is used before the
individual name. The ancient Bajorans had a
tremendously rich and developed civilization
complete with architecture, art, philosophy and even
some technology before human beings on Earth
became bipedal. Many Bajorans have joined
Starfleet despite their home planet of Bajor still
being in recovery from the Cardassian occupation,
while others prefer to work with the Federation from
within the Bajoran system. Among their complex
death rituals, Bajorans hold that a deceased soul
should make peace with its former life and bid
goodbye to those left behind before proceeding on
to the afterlife. Their heart's internal arrangement is
mirrored along a horizontal, not vertical axis;
puncturing the lower ventricle of the heart brings
immediate death, as discussed on Stardate 46982.1.
The depth and complexity of Bajoran spiritual
beliefs has been at the core of their ability to survive
40 years of suffering at the hands of the Cardassians.
To the Bajorans, the land and the people who live on
it are one and the same. Bajorans are led by both a
spiritual leader (Kai) and by a provisional
government.
Since the discovery of the wormhole near the
Bajoran homeworld on Stardate 46379.1, the
Bajorans have enjoyed an increase in political power
in their sector, but only after decades of
victimization during the Cardassian occupation of
their planet. Some Bajorans have a unique and
personal insignia designed for themselves. Major
Kira knew the famed Linalis' on sight. School years
are organized by age "levels," and perhaps even in
the refugee camps they offered art to youngsters as
young as age 4 — when Major Kira felt she was the
worst finger painter. Bajor's tradition of art and
architecture was strewn around countless planets
before the occupation. Its science and space
programs were back on track soon after the
occupation: at least one probe was sent to scan
planets and life signs in the Gamma Quadrant.
Relations between Bajorans and their former
oppressors can still be testy, as Professor Lang notes.

Borg - Origin: Delta Quadrant. A cybernetic life-form

thousands of years old which is part organic, part
artificial life. They have advanced well beyond
Federation science, unknown prior to a
confrontation with the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-D
arranged by the entity known as "Q" circa Stardate
42761 ( 2365) some 7,000 light-years past explored
Federation space in the Delta Quadrant.
The Borg have a singular goal, namely the
consumption of technology, rather than wealth or
political expansion as most species seek.
According to their spokesman, in the form of an
assimilated Captain Jean-Luc Picard, the Borg only
want to "raise the quality of life" of the species they
"assimilate." (See "Best of Both Worlds") Androids,
for example, they view as primitive and obsolete.
Born humanoid, they are almost immediately
implanted with bio-chips that link their brains to a
collective consciousness via a unique subspace
frequency emitted by each drone.
This collective consciousness is experienced by
the Borg as "thousands" of voices — they are
collectively aware, but not aware of themselves as
separate individuals. Consequently, they never speak
in singular pronouns, referring to themselves when
required as merely "Third of Five," for instance.
The Borg ingest only energy to drive their
technological system via an energy conduit port.
Their bio-chips synthesize any organic nutrients
needed. Among the many advantages their collective
consciousness affords them, the Borg hive-mind
allows for instantaneous adaptations to shield and
phaser frequency modulations in combat; they are
also able to regenerate and repair their massive cube
ship with the power of their collective thoughts
alone.
The hive-mind drones do not register as individual
life-signs when scanned, only as a mass reading and
then at a bear minimum. The sick and injured are not
healed but "reabsorbed" by the removal of the
receiver piece, which leads to self-destructive
dissolve.
When shipboard during dormancy in their
regenerative mode, power is minimal and the
vessel's EM field cuts off. They have a knock-out drug
or procedure for humans, using a drill-tap placed
behind the left ear, that works immediately but
wears off in less than a minute.

Breen - Planet: name unspecified. A humanoid

species from a cold planet who operate in a
politically non-aligned manner and are reputed to be
aggressive, with outposts in Sector 97. It is presumed
that the Breen home system is in an adjacent sector.
While the Federation has some knowledge of their
ways, Betazoids are unable to detect the Breen
empathically, and the Breen's use of cloaking
technologies coupled with powerful disruptor-style
weapons makes them both formidable and
inaccessible to the Federation. The disruptor-type,
close-range damage done to the Vico in the Black
Cluster is consistent with their battle tactics and
their level of technology — meaning the Federation
has some knowledge of their ways. But a motive for
the Breen to be inside the cluster is puzzling. A Breen
pilot was sent to the palio hosted by Deep Space
Three, accused of being bribed by Ferengi to throw
the race. They have Type-III disruptors like both the
Romulans and Klingons, but would not kill all victims.

Cardassians - Planet: Cardassia (or Cardassia Prime).

Tall, long-necked, humanoid in appearance, marked
by several bony protrusions and ridges: one from the
shoulder to under the ears, whose bottom lobes in
turn are more pronounced forward to the jaw line,
and from above the eyes and back over the head to
the rear base of the skull, showing through hair.
Other ridges run from the nose line to the forehead,
and along the chin to define a sharp jaw line. Their
skin type and hair vary from light purple to a
greenish hue and near black. Predatory in large
numbers, more cautious alone and instinctively
searching out a dominant position in any social
setting. Children may keep pets. Women as well as
men are allowed to be Gul in ship command.
The occupiers of Bajor subjugated the people and
mined its resources, annexing it outright some 19
years into its 60-year occupation (beginning 2309)
and building Terok Nor, now known as Deep Space
Nine, initially as a mining station in 235, perhaps
using Romulan technology in some components.
They then stripped the surface of Bajor and Deep
Space Nine alike in vengeance when they withdrew
less than two weeks before Stardate 46388, leaving
everything from basic systems to religious areas in
shambles. Some, who resisted, including four
Promenade merchants, were killed.
The Cardassians also stole eight of the nine
Bajoran prophets' orbs, causing a worried Kai Opaka
to charge Commander Sisko with locating their
Celestial Temple before the Cardassians found and
destroyed it. Despite that, as a show of faith,
Commander Sisko allows Dukat's crew aboard for
shore leave. Their reputation for maltreatment of
prisoners is well known, but in the world of
commerce they are known for paying their bills.
Their officials and officers were not above taking
bribes from lowly Bajorans.
Other cultures don't seem to share their taste in
food, such as yamok sauce.
Their engineering standards tend to be lower
than Starfleet specifications. Deep Space Nine's
fusion power plant design considers a range of 20%
in operating efficiency to be within normal.
Cardassian genetic engineers are advanced enough
to be well-known by their trademark use of
monoclonal links in their DNA-building; whether by
open exchange, captured record or espionage, the
details are easily researched in Federation records.
They may have compulsory military service, at
least for males. Death services are called "funerals"
and they can be public occurrences, especially for
major leaders. Military monuments line the planet,
with some serving as burial sites.
One of their greatest characteristics is devotion to
family; caring for parents as well as children. Families
of up to four generations under one roof are not
uncommon. Swearing the truth on the lives of one's
children is tantamount to the highest honesty a
Cardassian can attest to — as Dukat does to
Commander Sisko. Parents are manipulated by state
media in the name of their children, and the
presumed-guilty justice system aims to impress
children against anti-state lawlessness and chaos,
inviting some to the courtroom live and others to
watch. The revelation that he abandoned a child on
Bajor, even one thought dead, is enough to publicly
and privately humiliate a politician like Pa'Dar,
ruining his career. Despite that, true orphans have
no status in society and are simply forgotten.
Another trait is an attention to detail. They
taught record-keeping skills to many planets,
including Bajor. Cardassians are famous for their
photographic memories. When alleged that children
at age 4 are put into intensive mind-training
programs, it is acknowledged as the "unparalleled"
educational system of the quadrant. Education is
power and joy is vulnerability, Dukat asserts in
Orwellian-like tones. The mental training can extend
to enough discipline to deflect a Vulcan Mind Meld.
Kovat says one old native saying is, "Confession is
good for the soul."
Their physiology and constitution is much stouter
than the human norm, or at least Garak's is.
Showing immunity to the effects of depressants and
anesthetics, neither two-plus bottles of Kanar nor
30cc's of Triptacederine had any effect on the
Cardassian. The latter amount would knock out an
Algorian Mammoth.
Similar to Humans, Cardassians celebrate
birthdays, respect marriage, and use a given name
before the family name. Cardassians also respect
advanced age as a sign of power and dignity.
 It was recently determined that Bajorans made
interstellar contact with Cardassians before they had
the capability of spaceflight.

Dominion, The - Origin: Gamma Quadrant. A mighty

planetary alliance or trading consortium in the
Gamma Quadrant, at first unknown to most beyond
the wormhole.
Composed of "hundreds" of dominated races, the
major political, economic and military power in the
Gamma Quadrant is led by the Changeling (shape
shifting) Founders, administered by the cloned
Vorta, and defended by the Jem’Hadar storm troops.
Its age is unknown, but a female shape shifter
says her people began "many years ago" to impose
order on their chaotic surroundings.
The Founders created the Dominion and
command the genetically-bred Jem’Hadar armies —
those who resist membership face elimination.
A toehold was gained in the Alpha Quadrant with
Cardassia's joining, prompting a full-scale invasion in
2373-74 as the greatest threat to the Alpha
Quadrant since the appearance of the Borg. The
threat has since been met and subdued by the
Federation.

Furies, The –are a collection of incredibly powerful,

non-humanoid races from another galaxy. These
races, of which there are 666 make up a collective
known as the Host.

The Furies are well-regarded by many species as one

of the most terrifying races in existence and as one
of the greatest threats to the galaxy. Furies appear
horrifyingly ugly and as hideous demons or
nightmarish creatures, although some Furies
resemble mythological creatures from the myths and
legends of other races; such as the Human Devil and
Medusa, and the Klingon Fek'lhr. Furies are naturally
adept at striking fear deep into other races and they
use this to their advantage. Fury vessels wield
powerful weapons and are constructed with
extremely dense outer hulls, making them resilient
to most conventional weaponry. In the Twenty-
Fourth Century, the Furies developed basic shielding
for their vessels and the devastating fear weapons.

As a race, Furies have a deep and complex culture,

bound by loyalty, duty, pride, honor, and
remembrance. Each Fury possesses a small doll
made of strange fabrics, which they carry with them
at all times. Within each doll, a Fury stores the
memories they have accumulated over a lifetime.
The Furies regard their dolls as their greatest
artifacts and most important treasures, and will
always place the safety of their dolls above their own
lives. If a Fury ever lost their doll, their memory and
all of their accomplishments would be lost and
forgotten. It is traditional for a defeated Vergo to
destroy their vessel and place the dolls of their crew
within an escape pod. Furies do not burn their dead
as in some other cultures, but respect them and
burn only the living.
The singular leader of the Hosts is known as the
Autarch.

Exile

The Furies originally ruled the Milky Way Galaxy

until they were defeated in a long war that took
place in the Alpha Quadrant against the Unclean,
an equally powerful, non-humanoid race. After
their defeat, the Furies were driven and exiled
from their territories in the Alpha Quadrant and
Beta Quadrant, never to return. The Furies were
banished to the Delta Quadrant region of the
galaxy where they supposedly remained for
millennia, developing a way to travel beyond the
immense distances from their exiled home to
return and reclaim their former territories.

Jem’Hadar - Planet: name unspecified. The feared,

leathery-skinned storm troopers genetically bred for
that task by the Dominion Founders are not
motivated by any of the causes of the Alpha
Quadrant such as glory, nobility, politics, intrigue or
even money — though they do possess a chillingly
detached mercenary quality that cannot be bribed.
 They are not hive-mind automatons like the Borg
but are genetically bred to supreme strength and
endurance, kept in line via an addiction to Ketracel-
white — an enzymatic nutrient, dispensed with great
ritual by each unit's Vorta, in vials which fit into the
uniform and feed directly to the neck.

Military ranks are simply denoted as the First being

unit leader, followed by the Second, Third, and so
on; the First is answerable to the Vorta, who may
reward and punish Jem’Hadar in the unit with on-
the-spot promotions and demotions.

During the Dominion War a newer line dubbed

"Alphans" have appeared, supplanting older
Jem’Hadar types such as Gammas in being
specifically bred for the Alpha Quadrant opponents
while retaining the same physical appearance.

Jem’Hadar use the Dominion quick-shimmer

transporter system, including an armband remote
control and a personal cloaking device, or "shroud.”
Their uniform also includes energy absorbing pads
that can defeat a Starfleet Level 3 containment field,
and a recessed collar-bone area to hold the Ketracel-
white vial.

Only males are bred, gestated in birthing chambers

and able to fight within three days of emergence;
they mature rapidly, reaching the human equivalent
of age 8 or 9 in two weeks. They do not sleep,
require no food or drink except the Ketracel-white,
enjoy vicious fighting, and exude superiority over all
creatures except the Founders.

Klingons - Planet: Qo’noS. The well-statured warrior

race has a genetic predisposition to hostility and a
well-known streak of fatalism. Lieutenant Worf says
that Klingons do not like to be "probed" by empathic
species. The culture's warrior ethic runs so deep that
rivals in the civil war can meet and drink as equal
fighters for periods of time before or after battles,
thanks to the Capitol City's neutrality. During these
get-togethers, a great deal of growling, wrestling,
snarling and generally loud revelry takes place,
Klingons seeming to derive tremendous satisfaction
from drinking with their enemies on the night before
a battle.

A beard is a symbol of courage; a hammer is a

symbol of power. A true warrior fights to the death
and would rather be killed than taken hostage — an
act which brings dishonor on himself and his family
for three generations. Their most important historic
symbol of leadership, Kahless, said Klingons should
fight not just to spill blood but to enrich the spirit.
Their scientists are not highly regarded in the
culture. Shattering the cranial exoskeleton at the
tricipital lobe brings instant death.
 In the traditional sense, the Klingon people hold
honor above life — although as with any culture,
high-level politics and personal gain get in the way.
In Klingon culture, lower-ranked officers consider it a
duty to kill off a superior who is perceived as weak.
Klingons notoriously neither surrender nor bluff,
although Chief Engineer La Forge is skeptical of that
based on Lieutenant Worf's seemingly impenetrable
"poker face" during their poker games on board the
U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-D.

The Klingon Klag on board the Pagh admits he

does not speak to his father, who is slowly dying on
the homeworld without honor after escaping from
victorious Romulans who would not allow him to die
as a Klingon should die — in battle.

Klingon language had no word for the concept of

"peacemaker" until Ramatisian mediator Riva
negotiated the early United Federation of Planets-
Klingon treaties just decades ago.

Warriors and their families are responsible for

each other's actions. A challenge to clear a family's
name, such as Lieutenant Worf's, ends in death if
unsuccessful. They believe that death is an
experience best shared and view it as a joyful time
for one who falls in the line of duty and earns a place
among the honored dead, celebrating the release of
a dead spirit rather than grieving over what they
consider to be the empty shell of the body. One of
the most honorable deaths is a kamikaze-like suicide
that takes an enemy's life with it. Viewed through
their Spartan perspective, illness (especially
terminal) is not honorable. One is not supposed to
faint, at least as an adult, a bias that leads to a lack
of both research and sympathy for such patients.
Usually cases of paralysis such as Lieutenant Worf's
are left to die — or to perform the ritual suicide
Hegh'bat. Of course, half-human Federation
emissary, K'Ehleyr thought it was just more "Klingon
nonsense" and "dumb ideas about honor."

Lieutenant Worf says Earth and humanoid

females like the Edo are too fragile for what his race
considers love, although that would likely apply to a
Klingon of either gender with a human mate. A
roaring yell akin to the death wail is the Klingon
female's mating call, Worf says, followed by their
hurling of heavy objects and clawing. The male
responds by reading love poetry — and ducking a
lot. A form of dominance/submission is seen when
he is given a Klingon female thanks to Commander
Riker's temporary Q powers; she is donned in leather
accessories and some armor, she seems jealous of
Yar, takes a strong slap from Worf and comes back
on her knees — definitely growling. The actual act of
love can be intermingled with pain and include the
Klingons' highly developed sense of smell. Once
aroused, the combat as well as passion instinct
appears hard to quell; it takes a sharp command to
snap Lieutenant Worf and later K'Ehleyr out of their
blood rush.

Klingons usually mate for life, celebrated with a

solemn Oath of Union, most often in private, rather
than in a public ceremony like marriage; judging by
Lieutenant Worf's initial issuance of the Oath of
Union to K'Ehleyr, the Oath doesn't appear include
much talking, and no dancing or crying as in human
weddings. If Lieutenant Worf is any example, male
chauvinism is much more pronounced in mainstream
Klingon society than among humans.

Women cannot sit on the High Council, so even

the powerful Duras sisters, Lursa and B'Etor, must
find a puppet nephew to rule through.

Lieutenant Worf echoes the modern Klingon

attitude toward Romulans when he says the enemy
"considers humans and Klingons a waste of skin".
Romulans and Klingons having been "blood enemies"
for 75 years (or since about 2292), after an
extremely brief alliance.

Klingons apparently hold the Ferengi with almost

as much disdain as they do Romulans, thinking them
loud of talk, yet weak in action. Klingon officers do
not let their children live with them as a general rule,
although "the son of a Klingon is a man the day he
can first hold a blade". Lieutenant Worf allows his
son, Alexander, to stay with him on the Galaxy-class
Enterprise when other options run out, though he
says it is inappropriate for a Klingon to receive family
while on duty and Klag says a Klingon "is his work,
not his family."

Klingons are remarkably skilled hunters, relying

on their keen olfactory senses to pick up and stalk
their prey. They eat their meat raw, seasoned more
strongly than humans prefer, and find the human
tradition of "burning their meat" to be somewhat
repulsive. If Lieutenant Worf is any clue, they regard
swimming with as much disdain as they do bathing.
At least once, Klingons use the United Federation of
Planets' Earth-derived metric system. Lieutenant
Worf contends that love poetry and the great novel
both reached their height with the Klingons.

T'kar and Yeto were two more Klingons who had

no respect for the Klingon Empire's current state of
affairs. Kang fretted that the warrior ethic was lost
among modern Klingons who would open
restaurants and such. Science Officer Dax said that
getting Kang angry at Curzon was the only way to
begin to create a bond between the two — a Klingon
truism, Kang agreed.

The custom of naming godparents or other

relatives is practiced among Klingons as well as
humans. The Jem’Hadar, Third Talak'talan, expressed
regret that his first experience with an Alpha
Quadrant being was not with a Klingon warrior, but
with Federation humans and a Ferengi instead, both
of whom he considered weak.

Despite the disillusionment and disrespect of

some Klingons, Klingon honor still counts among the
peoples. D'Ghor was not allowed to claim the House
of Kozak based on financial debts alone, and he was
stopped and shamed while attacking the unarmed
Quark before the High Council. Grilka and Gowron
alike sneered at financial matters and normally
considered them beneath a warrior's time and
attention, charging D'Ghor with using "money to
bring down a great house". Even so, Quark was able
to resurrect a plenitude of complex financial records.

Challenges to personal honor are settled usually

by personal combat, but Quark used numbers.
Klingon females — banned from holding Council
seats — are not even allowed to head their heirless
dead husband's house, except in special cases. The
Klingons must have some class system, as personal
servants are used, usually among what appear to be
the poor. Due to their rough nature, especially when
drunk, Quark charged Klingons double for holosuite
use, and then raised it to triple normal cost. The
Klingons' profound hatred of Romulans continues.
 Although they believe in an afterlife, Klingons
perform no burial ritual and dispose of the corpse by
the most efficient means possible — although some
archeological digs on Qo'noS revealed different
customs at one time.

Kollotaan – Shedai term for the modern Tholians,

translation means “New Voices” (SEE: Tholians)

Kollotuul – Shedai term for pre-sentient Tholians,

translation means “The Voice”

Preservers, The –an ancient race of aliens. They are

known for visiting planets, removing some humanoid
specimens from it and then transplanting them on
other planets.

The Preservers did this for several Native American

tribes on Earth. It has also been theorized that the
Preservers also seeded 892-IV, or Magna Roma with
Earth Romans, who established a parallel Roman
Empire which lasted at least 20 centuries.

Very little evidence exists as to the true identities of

the Preservers’, although a Preserver space buoy
was analyzed at Starbase 25 in the 23rd century.

In 2266, a month after the Romulans were visually

identified as resembling Vulcans, the Vulcan Science
Academy issued a theory postulating the Preservers
as responsible for the two races' shared heritage.

In 2376, Julian Bashir theorized that the

Preservers, as well as the Founders, could have been
responsible for the genetic changes to the Yrythny.
Late in that same year, a Preserver device used to
shrink a planet and save it from its primary's
supernova was recovered by the USS da Vinci along
with Araneus, the member of the planet's race
entrusted with keeping it safe. Araneus reported
that the individual from which they received the
pyramid-shaped device resembled a member of their
own race, the arachnid-like Koas, though this could
merely have been an illusion in order to better blend
in on their planet. He also reported their people had
made a vow to the Koas six million years ago, and
though the Preservers were almost gone in the
present time, they still upheld their vow through
saving their planet from destruction. The planet was
successfully expanded at the star Mu Arae by Bart
Faulwell, ship's linguist; it proceeded to reshape the
entire star system as well, moving a number of gas
giants into more stable orbits that would not
negatively impact the Koa homeworld, quite
blatantly demonstrating the level of their
engineering achievements.

Progenitors, The- They are considered to be ancient

humanoids are one of the oldest sentient species
and possibly the first humanoid species to evolve in
the Milky Way Galaxy. They flourished some 4.5
billion years ago and explored the galaxy, but found
no other lifeforms like themselves.

Knowing that the lifespan of a single species was

finite, the ancient humanoids seeded the primordial
environments of many planets with a DNA code that
would direct the evolution of life on that planet
towards a form similar to their own. At least Earth,
Indri VIII, Loren III, Ruah IV and Vilmor II were
directly seeded by the ancient race. Other species
that likely originated from seeded primordial seas
included Klingons, Vulcans, and Cardassians. Some of
the fragments of DNA also contained parts of a
computer program designed to display a holographic
message from an ancient humanoid explaining its
race and their actions. It was hoped that their
descendant species would come together in the
spirit of cooperation in order to assemble the
program.

In the 2360s, the noted Federation archaeologist

Professor Richard Galen discovered the existence of
the program and began collecting the genetic
samples. However, the Klingons and Cardassians also
learned of the program and sent expeditions of their
own to assemble it, each believing it to contain a
great technological advance, while the Romulans
observed all of them under cloak. After Galen's
death, Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise-
D was able to convince the Klingons and the
Cardassians to cooperate with them to finish the
program.

The last part of the program was obtained on Vilmor

II, and the message was played to the assembled
members of each present party. The Klingons and
Cardassians rejected the message due to their own
prejudices, but the Romulan commander later
expressed to Picard in confidence that perhaps their
races were not as different as they had before
believed.

****

In this story, the Progenitors left the Milky Way

Galaxy for the Andromeda Galaxy around or after
they 4.5 Billion Years Ago. James T. Kirk’s son having
no sex and no species is said to be of this race,
therefore if Ja’meS’ and Sa’Kia’s child came to be, it
too would have been of this race for the mixing of
Vulcan, Human, and Klingon genes would have
occurred.

Prophets, The - Origin: Bajoran wormhole. According

to Bajoran religious doctrines, the prophets are the
spiritual protectors and guides to the Bajoran
peoples.
 Throughout Bajoran history, several unusual
objects referred to as "Orbs" have found their way to
Bajor, where they are traditionally considered to be
messages of wisdom from the prophets to the
Bajoran people. There have been nine orbs total,
each associated with a unique and important aspect
of the Bajoran belief-system.

Remans - Humanoid, light-sensitive native species of

Remus, the sister planet to Romulus, who evolved in
their world's dark-side hemisphere and have largely
remained subjugated by their more powerful
neighbors. They've also been kept apart from the
Empire's politics and military command. As fierce
and towering foot soldiers, however, Remans won
numerous battles during the Dominion War under
Shinzon, a covert human clone of Starfleet's Jean-Luc
Picard who was abandoned with them. They later
made up the bulk of his fighting force during his
short-lived takeover of the Romulan Star Empire and
failed attack on the Enterprise-E in a bid to conquer
Earth.

Romulans - Planets: Romulus and Remus. Until

Stardate 1709.2 when the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-
1701 under the command of Captain James T. Kirk
had an unfriendly run-in with a Romulan ship. Very
little was known about the species in general,
although theories did exist. Although descended
from the same ancestors as are Vulcans, the
Romulans are surprisingly different from their
distant cousins both in physiology and in behavioral
customs. Romulan technology includes the "cloaking
device" allowing them stealth and making them
formidable opponents.

The physiology is subtly different from Vulcans,

but enough so that surgery on a severely injured
Romulan is difficult for Dr. Crusher. Romulan
ribosomes’ apparently do not match those of
humans or, surprisingly, Vulcans — but can match
those of Klingons. The race still believes in discarding
genetically or physically inferior infants, and that it
will conquer the galaxy. They view the Federation as
exploitative and short-sighted, according to Jarok.
Their metabolism — or at least his — appears to be
faster than human standard; the higher rate will help
his treated skin burns heal faster. Throughout their
long history of war, Romulans have rarely attacked
first, opting instead to test their enemies' resolve —
a chess game, Captain Picard calls it, this can be seen
through how they started the Earth-Romulan War in
2155, they used their drone ships and the
Arrenhe’hwiua Telecapture Device to start and
escalate the war for humanity didn’t want to go to
war nor did the Coalition of Planets, they wanted
peace and a stable sector.
 A very moral people with an absolute sense of
right and wrong, enemy and friend — a purposeful,
passionate commitment a young Ensign DeSeve
found attractive when he defected but lost faith with
over time. Many ordinary Romulans, even those in
the military, have horror stories about treatment by
the Tal Shiar — a military service which appears to
operate above the standard empire. Natives learn
quickly to be secretive and not to volunteer
information. Women as well as men can climb high
in both the military and the Tal Shiar, as evidenced
with Deanna Troi's capture on Stardate 46519.1 in
which she posed as a Romulan from the Tal Shiar
successfully. Its leaders had no information about
Klingon dishonor in being captured, so Tokath
thought he was being kind in letting the Khitomer
survivors be kept alive. A Romulan ship was
shadowing the competing Cardassians, Starfleet and
Klingons all along in the race for the last clues in
Galen's ancient DNA puzzle.

The Romulans' preference for waiting and

observing while other make the first move would
explain why they have never ventured into the
Gamma Quadrant.

The species is made up of many varied skin tones,

from a yellow tinged to a dark brown.
 As a rule, they claim to have invented every
technological breakthrough before any other culture.

Sernaix - the primary threat to the United Federation

of Planets after both the Borg and the Dominion
were stopped. The Sernaix come from one of the
Milky Way's Orbiting Galaxies, for this story, they are
from the Andromeda Galaxy. Retaining their quest
for destruction from the series, the Sernaix have
destroyed all life that had ever co-existed with them
in their area of space. Their desire for destruction
however has not been filled so they set a course for
the Milky Way using a method of space folding, the
only one of its kind as they began their invasion of
the Beta Quadrant. Over powering and driving the
Klingon Empire into extinction within months, the
Sernaix are perhaps the strongest race of beings ever
met by the Federation to date. They started their
invasion in 2379 when they met up with the Votality.

Shedai, The – an ancient and powerful civilization

that flourished around one hundred thousand BCE,
when they ruled over the area of space now known
as the Taurus Reach.

The Shedai were not confined to a single body and

transversed the space in-between worlds
instantaneously by means of a technology known as
"the Conduit". The Shedai apparently shared a
master/slave relationship with the Tholian species of
that era, even to the point of direct mind-control
over the Tholians due to certain similarities in their
genetic structures.

At some point in the distant past, most of the Shedai

went into a state of hibernation to await a new era
where they could rule anew.

In 2265, Starfleet's discovery and investigation into

the mysterious Taurus meta-genome, actually the
remains of ancient Shedai technology, caught the
attention of the Shedai known as the Shedai
Wanderer. The Wanderer, in the form of black
obsidian sentinels, massacred Starfleet forces at the
worlds of Ravanar IV, and Erilon, and Klingon forces
at Palgrenax before deciding she had to awaken the
rest of her people in order to deal with the
encroaching species.

Most of the awakened Shedai agreed that the aliens

in the Taurus Reach must be destroyed, and on the
word of the Shedai Maker launched an assault on
the Human and Klingon colonists on Gamma Tauri IV
in 2266. In order to contain the Shedai on Gamma
Tauri, Starfleet Commodore Diego Reyes ordered the
starship USS Endeavour to execute General Order 24
and destroy all life on the surface of the planet with
a sustained photon torpedo bombardmant.
Meanwhile, on the Shedai home-world of Jinoteur
IV, a Starfleet officer named Vanessa Theriault made
first contact with the Shedai known as the Shedai
Apostate. The Apostate disagreed with the course of
action taken by his fellow Shedai, and destroyed the
Shedai's Conduit system (causing the entire Jinoteur
system to simply "blink" out of existence), robbing
them of their means of interstellar travel, curtailing if
not ending the Shedai threat. The Apostate was
believed lost with the Jinoteur system.

Suliban - Humanoid species. Their distinguishing

physical characteristic is their mottled, greenish-
tinted skin. The Suliban are originally from Sector
3641, but their homeworld became unhabitable
around the Earth year of 1851, and most of them
became nomadic.

One faction of Suliban are members of the Cabal,

an organization of soldiers somehow involved with
the Temporal Cold War. The Cabal takes its orders
from the future, and in exchange, are able to alter
their DNA and restructure their skeletons, giving
them unique chameleon-like, shape shifting abilities
and enhanced senses.

The Cabal has caused trouble for some civilian

Suliban who have assimilated into other cultures. For
example, one group of peaceful Suliban was
detained at a Tandaran internment camp.
Symbionts, Trill - Only 300 symbionts are available
for hosting each year on average. If a host is weak,
the personality of the symbiont will overwhelm it.
Unless it’s current Joined Host objects, a prospective
Host may request a specific symbiont.

Tellarites - Planet: Tellar. A humanoid species

distinguished by a porcine-like snout, stout build,
deep set eyes and a characteristically irascible
disposition.

The long-time United Federation of Planets

members, pig-faced in appearance and antagonistic
by nature, have had freighters at space station Deep
Space Nine as recent as Stardate 47603. Someone in
the crew apparently was in league with Quark's
wanted cousin Kono.

Trill - Planet: Trill. A unique "joined race" whose

humanoid members have provided host bodies for
small soft-bodied entities in a symbiotic relationship;
Among the humanoid Trill joined species, apparently
at least two races of hosts are used to house a
symbiont: those of the ridged forehead, like Odan,
and those like Jadiza, Curzon and Selin, with a
narrow speckled band running along the hairline to
the sides of the neck, then down along the body.
 The symbiont body is a foot-long purplish lump of
cranial and exoskeletal tissue; some are susceptible
to damage by transporter beam. At Peliar Zel, the
Trill can have a replacement body on hand for Odan
in 40 hours; he will last only 1-2 hours in stasis, and a
human body makes a temporary but limited host.

Since the symbiont integrates each new host's

personality with its own after joining, Trill
relationships are often hard for single-unit species to
deal with and sometimes don't survive the change.
Aside from the exceptions like Curzon, Trills are
usually very responsible and moderate or reserved in
personality; the symbionts don't seek romance and
try to adhere to a "higher plane," feeling it a
nuisance and a weakness of the young — although
the host body occasionally indulges, as Curzon and
Odan did.

The symbiont does carry memories of time

shared with each of its hosts, and each new
combination — aside from gender, height and
weight — carries a different blood type, metabolism,
nervous system, and brain wave pattern. The
complex brain carries two cerebral nuclei — one in
each being, linked together — whose brain wave
patterns can each be scanned separately as well as
together. The two are biologically interdependent
but at 93 hours after their joining, neither can
survive without the other.
 Legally, the joined race is a tangle for Science
Officer Dax's extradition arbiter Renora, since
records of any legal and medical decisions regarding
antecedent host culpability are almost nonexistent.
A Trill host's hands feel cold-blooded to the touch;
their more overtly developed senses include
identifying a known individual only by the audible
rhythm of footsteps.

Trill physiology may be the reason why Science

Officer Dax is the first of the Deep Space Nine senior
staff to show symptoms of the alien telepathic
archival matrix. The humanoid host species' unruly
children are not above throwing rocks at windows,
just like their Human and Bajoran counterparts, at
least. To others, Trill may seem on the arrogant side.
Only one Trill in 10 is chosen to be joined to the
"thousands" of symbionts, but those not joined still
lead normal, productive lives. The brains of hosts
produce endorphins as in the human brain.

Thousands of symbionts live on Trill. Joined Trills

are allergic to insect bites, since the biochemical
connections of the symbiont and host can't tolerate
the toxins. As seen with Jadiza, they are more
resistant to a noxious paralyzing volcanic gas found
on planet LS VI than other humanoids such as
Bajorans. Among outworlders, they have been in
contact with Klingons at least since 2289.
 Judging by the Belar brothers, a Trill's lineal or
family name follows the given name, as is done on
Earth, but a host drops his lineal name in favor of the
symbiont's. Renhol and others at the Symbiosis
Commission worry that the symbionts would be
bartered as commodities if the truth were known
that half the population could be hosts, rather than
the 1-in-1,000 ratio officially quoted and the reason
behind the rigorous selection and training program.
Social role equality seems apparent among the
population, at least in medicine, with doctors and
nurses of both genders.

Vulcans - Planet: Vulcan. A humanoid race, with

copper-based blood, slightly green-tinted
complexion and notably pointed ears, they are
responsible in a large part for the founding of the
Federation. Over the centuries, Vulcans have
developed a culture dedicated to the complete
mastery of logic, learning to suppress their once-
violent emotions in nearly every aspect of their
existence.

In the mid-22nd century, Vulcans still carry remnants

of their more emotional selves. The Captain of
Enterprise NX-01, Jonathan Archer — who numbers
amongst his crew a Vulcan science officer/observer
named T'Pol — has frequent dealings with the
Vulcan high command. In these dealings, it is evident
that some sense of emotion has been retained. At
this period in their history, they are secretive and,
according to the Andorians, perpetual liars.

In the 23rd century a Vulcan, Commander Spock,

served as Captain James T. Kirk's first officer and
science officer aboard the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-
1701 for many years. At least one Vulcan has served
as Starfleet Academy superintendent, one who
memorized every cadet's personal file, during all or
part of Commander Riker's years in 2353-57.

Ambassador Spock realized the irony of Data's

search for humanity, and told him that many Vulcans
try all their lives to gain Data's built-in lack of
emotions.

In ancient times, Vulcans were a war-like race,

leading to their near extinction. Its ancients believed
in gods, such as war, peace and death, almost like
many religions on Earth.

Chief O'Brien quoted a phrase when meeting Tosk

that he attributed to the logical, pointy-eared
Federation race: "We're here to serve." Their honest
and stoic nature made them a bad choice for Nog's
lie about who "stole his homework." Commander
Sisko's late captain on the U.S.S. Saratoga was a
Vulcan. Before the Vantika incident, Vulcans were
the only race Dr. Bashir knew of who had ever
performed a synaptic pattern displacement, or the
transfer of one individual's consciousness into
another: in their case, the transfer of the katra. An
unspecified Vulcan ship was the first to make formal
contact with a Gamma Quadrant civilization, the
Wadi. As with other space-faring groups, the Vulcans
used an easily identifiable subspace band frequency
in communication. Over a hundred years ago, a
Vulcan science mission responded to the Hanoli rift
but was lost along with the Hanoli system when the
rupture expanded while probing it. There were no
reports of imagination manifestations, perhaps not
too unusual considering their nature for they usually
suppress everything and are secretive beings.

Vulcans are typically stronger than Humans, though

they do not boast of this strength. Dr. Bashir beat an
otherwise unidentified Vulcan in the finals to lead
the Starfleet Medical School team to the sector
tennis championship his final year (2368-69). Vulcans
were brewing wines at least 300 years ago circa 2070
— or since before the United Federation of Planets
was founded. Sakonna's request for weapons blew
away the pacifist Vulcan stereotype for Quark. She's
not the only one in the Maquis: another was likely a
settler on Volan III. Vulcan honesty is legendary,
even to the Ferengi, but despite his crush on
Sakonna, Quark agreed to count her Latinum
payment for illegal Maquis arms anyway. Although
Cardassian mental disciplines may be a match for the
Vulcans, they do not employ telepathy.

Vulcan IDIC pins, highly collectible, were not usually

available on Deep Space Nine — one of Quark's
would-be expanded sales items by inter-station
monitor. The Vulcan healer Senva was nominated for
the Carrington Award in 2371. The species is made
up of many varied skin tones, including a dark
brown, this is almost makes them common to
humans in the fact that humans’ skin tones differ.

Lieutenant Tuvok serving on the U.S.S. Voyager is a

full Vulcan, while legendary Ambassador Spock is
half Vulcan and half Human. The Romulans are an
offshoot of the Vulcan species.

Votality, The – are Beings of Light close resembling

The Totality, but hey want nothing more that total
destruction of neighboring galaxies and worlds. They
tend to want to rule as gods conquering other
worlds to worship them. The beings that make of the
Votality live in a Non-linear space-time called “The
Void,” it’s where they send the beings from other
species that they capture.

The Votality has formed many alliances in order

to get what they want, each alliance isn’t that
important to them so they tend to use their allies till
they become useless.
Xindi - A mysterious group of related species located
in the Delphic Expanse, all of whom evolved to space
faring technological intelligence at the same time on
the same homeworld, Xindus.

In 2153, the Xindi attacked Earth with a deadly

probe, cutting a swath from Florida to Venezuela and
killing 7 million — all because of false information
fed them by the Guardians, one faction in the
Temporal Cold War. The small-scale test was to be
followed by a larger weapon to destroy the planet
entirely — all to pre-empt what the Xindi are told
will be an Earth attack on their own planet in 400
years. That "news" is in fact, however, a lie by the
Guardians to further their position in the war, and is
finally realized by a majority of the Xindi in time to
bearly avoid the attack.

There are five distinct species of Xindi: Xindi-

Primate (initially called "Xindi-Humanoid"), Xindi-
Reptilian, Xindi-Arboreal (sometimes called "Xindi-
Sloth"), Xindi-Aquatic and Xindi-Insectoid. A sixth
species, the Xindi-Avians, are now extinct: they were
killed off in a war that went on for nearly a hundred
years, destroying Xindus and spreading the other
species to nearby habitable planets. In the mid-22nd
century the Xindi Council was formed to reunify the
surviving races, but their attention was diverted
from a peaceful agenda to an aggressive one in order
to address the alleged "human threat." Despite their
varied forms and typical mistrust, they all share a
common physicality: a short vent-like opening in the
"cheek."

Xindi-Aquatic - The only one of the five Xindi

sentient species who is not bipedal and existing in
a standard Class-M atmosphere, they instead
require the marine environment they have
evolved within. On the secret Xindi Council world,
they take part with the others from a giant water-
filled tank in the room and tend to be pragmatic
and slow to change positions. Like the Xindi-
Insectoids, they speak in their own language
though translators. The females of the species are
slightly smaller, on average.

Xindi-Arboreal – Perhaps the most patient and

reflective of the five Xindi species, they wish to
adhere to the original timetable for developing
their Earth attack weapon, in defiance of the rush
of the Xindi-Insectoids and Xindi-Reptilians upon
the appearance of the NX-01 in the Delphic
Expanse.

Xindi-Avians - The sixth of multiple sentient Xindi

species were completely wiped out when Xindus
was imploded, due to their airborne nature. The
planet's destruction was the last act in a century-
old civil war among the species some 120 years
before their contact with humans.

Xindi-Insectoids - The most excitable and

reactionary of the five sentient Xindi species who
are bound in a fractious alliance against their
perceived enemy, Earth. The Insectoids imagine a
huge invasion is underway at first word of the NX-
01's presence. Unlike all but the Xindi-Aquatics —
they use their native language a series of clicks
and sounds — in Xindi Council meetings.

Xindi-Primate - The Xindi subspecies who, in Xindi

Council debate, are among those acting as devil's
advocate to the more militant Xindi-Reptilians
and excitable Insectoids. The Superweapon
project is under the leadership of scientist Degra,
one of the two Xindi-Primates on the Council.
Early in the Xindi mission, the species was
sometimes referred to as "Xindi-Humanoid."

Xindi-Reptilians - One of the five sentient Xindi

races bound in an imperfect alliance to launch a
pre-emptive strike against their alleged future
attacker, Earth. The Reptilians are among the
most militant of the group and, with the Xindi-
Insectoids, the most distrusting; they retain their
own separate spy and military operations. A
Xindi-Reptilian was the pilot of the probe that
made the initial attack on Earth.
 APPENDIX IV
SHIPS

Bird-of-Prey, Klingon- a type of warship utilized by

the Klingon Empire serving the Klingon Defense
Forces from the late 23rd century into the late 24th
century. This type of craft, initially descended from
its counterpart from a century earlier, was one of the
most versatile warships employed by the Empire,
serving a variety of mission roles, including that of a
scout, raider, patrol ship, and cruiser.

Bird-of-Prey, Romulan- In the 22nd century, the

Romulan Star Empire fielded a warship known as a
"Bird-of-Prey", so named for its distinctive bird-like
hull form and for the bold pattern of an alien bird
painted on its hull. The ships were equipped with
advanced weaponry, as well as a cloaking device.
The Bird-of-Prey was first encountered by Humans in
mid-2152, when Enterprise accidentally entered a
minefield surrounding a planet claimed by the
Romulan Empire. At least two ships of this type were
present in the system; both confronted Enterprise
and forced it to leave.

Breen Warship- a vessel used by the Breen

Confederacy in the late-24th century, and during the
Dominion War, has an energy dampening weapon
that can disable all ship board power and systems on
enemy vessels.

Borg, Cube- the primary vessel of the Borg

Collective, used to destroy any unassimilated vessels
and stations. They are usually equipped with high-
yield energy torpedoes and energy beams.

Borg, Sphere- The Borg long-range tactical vessel,

commonly referred to by the Federation as a Borg
sphere, was a sphere-shaped starship used by the
Borg Collective during the late 24th century. This
vessel is mostly used to destroy any unassimilated
vessels and stations. It is equipped with energy
beams as its primary weapon.

D5 Battle Cruiser, Klingon –a type of warship in

service with the Klingon Imperial Fleet during the
mid-22nd century. In service as early as 2147, the
D5-class Klingon battle cruiser was fully documented
in the Vulcan database.

D7 Battle Cruiser, Klingon - was a 23rd century

warship that was originally designed by the Klingons
that was also utilized by the Romulans during the
late-2260s

Daedalus-class- This class of ship was an early class

of Starfleet vessel. The Daedalus-class was
commissioned soon after the formation of the
United Federation of Planets in 2161 and
decommissioned in 2196.

D’deridex-class Warbird- (also known as the B-type

Warbird or Warbird class) was the backbone of the
Romulan fleet during the mid to late 24th century

Deep Space Nine- One of the single most historically,

politically, and strategically important space stations
in the Alpha Quadrant, Deep Space Nine, originally
known as Terok Nor, was an orbital space station
constructed by the Cardassians in orbit of Bajor.
Under Federation administration following the
Cardassian withdrawal, DS9 became a vital
commercial port and defensive outpost because of
its strategic location near the mouth of the Bajoran
wormhole. It later became a key tactical location in
the Dominion War.

Defiant, NX- 74205- “She may have flaws, but she

has teeth” Commander Sisco said this when the
Defiant arrived at DS9.
The USS Defiant (NX-74205) was one of at least
three Federation starships to bear the name, and the
prototype of the Defiant-class vessel.
Designed in 2366, the Defiant was the first of
what was to be a new class of heavily-armed
Federation starship, and later reputed to be one of
the most heavily-armed vessels in the entire Alpha
Quadrant. Officially designated an escort, although
unofficially a warship, the Defiant-class was
specifically designed to counter the Borg. Soon after
the first vessel was completed however, a
combination of a less urgent Borg threat and several
design flaws caused Starfleet to suspend the project.
Among the flaws was the fact that the Defiant's
engines were overpowered relative to the size of the
ship – so much so that the Defiant nearly "tore itself
apart" during its shakedown cruise.
Benjamin Sisko became intimately involved with
the project while stationed at the Utopia Planitia
Fleet Yards after the destruction of the USS Saratoga
at Wolf 359. Early in 2371, as Federation-Dominion
hostility escalated, the Defiant was taken out of
storage and assigned to Deep Space Nine to protect
the station from the Dominion, who had recently
destroyed the USS Odyssey, a Galaxy-class starship.
The ship was granted special dispensation to carry
a Romulan cloaking device. The Romulans loaned
and allowed the limited supervised use of the
cloaking device in the Gamma Quadrant only. In
return, the Federation would provide the Romulans
any and all intelligence data collected in the Gamma
Quadrant about the Dominion.
The Defiant was destroyed in 2375, during the
Second Battle of Chin'toka.

Enterprise NX-01 - One of the most important

starships in interstellar history, Enterprise (NX-01)
was the first NX-class starship, launched by the
Starfleet in 2151. Enterprise established United Earth
as a legitimate interstellar power and caused a
wholesale revolution in Alpha and Beta Quadrant
politics, paving the way for the creation of the
United Federation of Planets. She was the prize of
Starfleet, United Earth, the Coalition of Planets and
the United Federation of Planets.

Enterprise NCC 1701, USS - a Constitution-class

heavy cruiser launched in 2245. In the course of her
career, she became the most celebrated Federation
Starfleet vessel of the 23rd century. In her forty
years of service and discovery, through upgrades and
at least two refits, she took part in numerous first
contacts, military engagements, and time-travels.
She achieved her most lasting fame from the five-
year mission (2265-2270) under the command of
James T. Kirk. The Enterprise was destroyed in 2285.

Enterprise NCC 1701-E, USS - was a Sovereign-class

Federation starship operating in the late 24th
century, and the sixth Federation starship to bear
the name.

Galor-class, Cardassian- a class of cruisers that were

the primary class of warship by the Cardassian Guard
during the latter half of the 24th century.

Keldon-class, Cardassian - cruiser was a class of

Cardassian warship utilized by the Cardassian Guard
during the 2370s. The Keldon hull was similar to the
Galor-class spaceframe, with additions to the aft end
and main body.

Miranda-class - were a type of cruiser introduced by

Starfleet in the late 23rd century and remained in
use through the late 24th century.

Nebula-class - was a type of Federation starship that

was in service in Starfleet during the latter half of the
24th century. Designed originally for scientific
research and exploration. Since the Dominion War,
they have been refitted for combat with an extensive
array of multi-purpose weaponry and technology at
its disposal. It’s a great compliment to the
Federation fleet.

Negh’Var, Klingon - was the largest class starship

known to operate in the Klingon Defense Forces
during the late 24th century.
In 2372, the IKS Negh'Var, which was a vessel of
this type, was the flagship of the Klingon Imperial
Fleet. While under the command of General Martok,
she led the Klingon Empire's invasion of the
Cardassian Union on Stardate 49011. She thereafter
fought an action at Deep Space Nine, where she was
able to breach the station's shields long enough to
transport several troops.
 In the mirror universe, the Klingon-Cardassian
Alliance utilized the same design in the construction
of the Regent's flagship.
In an unknown, alternate future timeframe, these
ships were slightly modified in configuration. They
could easily outgun an Olympic-class hospital ship,
yet were outgunned themselves by the Galaxy-class
counterpart of the era. The USS Pasteur (An Olympic-
class hospital ship) was attacked by two of these
attack cruisers while in the Devron system. The crew
of the Pasteur was saved by the USS Enterprise-D,
after destroying one of the Klingon vessels.
In another alternate timeline, these vessels were
again slightly modified by 2404, to yet another
slightly different configuration. At that time,
disruptor fire from one of these vessels was
essentially ineffective against Starfleet ablative hull
armor.

Runabout - In starship classification, a runabout is

the designation of a type of vessel smaller than a
starship but larger than a shuttlecraft. Runabouts are
equipped with limited weapons and drive systems,
but offer additional living space and the ability to be
configured to mission-specific cargo capacities. They
have a larger operational range and better weapons
capability compared to shuttles, and are capable of
speeds of up to warp 5. Runabouts are typically
assigned to space stations or starships as auxiliary
craft.
 The Danube-class of runabouts entered service in
2368, with many being assigned to Deep Space Nine.
Danube-class- was a type of Federation runabout
in operation during the latter half of the 24th
century. All runabouts assigned to Deep Space
Nine were named after rivers on Earth, at the
preference of Captain Benjamin Sisko.

Sernaix Warship - a feared vessel due to its nature of

getting close and personal to its enemies.

Sernaix Dreadnought – Three times larger than the

Federations’ Sovereign-class vessels and has enough
destructive power to destroy a planet.

Valdore-class Warbird - was a preliminary

designation for a Romulan warbird design active in
the 24th century. This class of ship may have been
named in honor of the Romulan Admiral Valdore,
but that would have to mean that he got some sort
of honor after being arrested for his part in the
failure of the Remote Control Drone Ships not
destabilizing the entire sector in the Alpha Quadrant
that led to the formation of the fledgling Coalition of
Planets in 2155.
Similar in design to the D'deridex-class warbird,
the Valdore type was a large, fixed-wing vessel,
ranging in color from dark-green to brown.
With a wingspan roughly 900 meters wide, the
vessel featured a large section extending forward to
create a down-sloped head shape. Warp nacelles
were connected at the end of each wing with
impulse engines mounted aft. The hull was marked
by distinctive "feather" shaped plating.

Vanguard – the name given to the Starfleet Starbase

47; it was a Watchtower-class station constructed
between 2263 and 2265 in the Taurus Reach, a
region beyond Federation space, between the
Klingon Empire and the Tholian Assembly.
In 2270, the USS Enterprise was meant to be one
of several Federation starships assigned to protect
Starbase 47, following the rising tensions with the
Klingons following the alleged attack by the
Enterprise on the Klingon outpost on Tarnak II.

Vor’cha-class, Klingon – this cruiser compliments the

Klingon Imperial Fleet with both its formidable
phasers and cloaking capability. This ship has slowly
replaced the Bird-of-Prey in the last fifty years as the
abundant ship in the defense force. This class of ship
is used for missions that require the use of stealth or
offensive strength.

Voyager NCC 74656, USS - was an Intrepid-class

Federation starship. It was launched in 2371 and was
under the command of Captain Kathryn Janeway.
The ship's maximum warp is 9.975, with warp
nacelles that pivot upwards while in flight. Voyager
featured improved computer systems in which some
traditional optical processors were replaced with
bio-neural circuitry and was also equipped with
conventional isolinear optical circuits. The central
computer core operated at 575PHz. Voyager also
had the capability of landing on the surface of a
planet with landing struts.
 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

With this being my first Star Trek Enterprise novel

and novel in general, I would like to thank the
following people. Gene Roddenberry for creating
Star Trek The Original Series and sending me into the
universe of the Final Frontier, in thanking him, I
would also like to thank the creators of the series
Star Trek Enterprise, Rick Berman and Brannon
Braga.
There are also many others that require thanking;
those would be the contributors to many of the Fan
Fiction sites such as The 602 Club, where the ideas
for the Interlude came from. I like to thank Tammy
Mathews who also contributed to one of the fan
fiction sites who had the ideas that starts of the
Prelude for Total War. Thank you all.
There are a few authors that also need to be
thanked. For starters, I would like to thank Michael
A. Martin and Andy Mangels as much as I’m not a fan
of how they said Charles “Trip” Tucker III’s death in
2161 in the series episode “These Are The
Voyages…” was hoax, they did write the book Star
Trek Enterprise: Kobayashi Maru where I ended up
getting some words, character names and a few
ideas that I may not have thought of if it wasn’t for
them. Thank you David Mack for creating the Shedai
in your Star Trek Vanguard series, they made it
possible to add an extra enemy for my story. Also
thanks again goes to David Mack for his just started
Star Trek Destiny series that fully tells the story of
the NX-02 Columbia. I also used some of the words
that Diane Duane used in her Rihannsu: The
Bloodwing Voyages.
The final source that needs to be acknowledged
would be three major websites that I used to do my
research. Those would be Memory Alpha for
everything that fits canon set by each series,
Memory Beta for everything that happened in other
books that fits all non-canon aspects of Star Trek and
last but not least the official Star Trek site,
www.startrek.com.
Well I guess that’s all the thanks I need to give
out, but if you find anything from your Fan Fiction
posts on the world wide web, just know that I liked it
enough that I figured that everyone should be able
to enjoy it as much as I did so thank you very much.