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Crewmen, Centurions, Angels and Raptors (Earth-Romulan War story)

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Commodore
Author’s Note: My first Star Trek fanfic! This manages to be both respectful to established canon (from TOS all the way to PIC), and also takes inspiration from non-canon sources (books, video games, unused film scripts, FASA RPGs, etc.) in regards to the Earth-Romulan War. I am aware of the ENT books (The Good That Men Do, The Romulan War, Rise of the Federation series), but this fanfic is its own thing and organizes everything on this event in its own unique vision. While my fanfic can fit within established canon, it can also be considered an AU fanfic. I hope this story says something new about the early days of United Earth Starfleet, the early days of the Federation, and the Romulan Star Empire. There might also be a spinoff fanfic in the future.

Also note that everything written is done with purpose, even if it does not appear so at first. So, don't feel lost when reading.

All chapters will be added to the OP with every post under Index.

Enjoy.


Index:
Prologue │ 2162: Home
Chapter I │ 2155: Enterprise & Romulus
Chapter II │2156: The war begins
Chapter III │2156/2157: United Earth Minister of War & designing Earth’s first warp seven ship
Chapter IV │2157: Intelligence briefing, Battle of Galorndon Core, & Battle of Romulus
Chapter V │2158/2159: Ceasefire
Chapter VI │2159: Aftermath of the Battle of Sol
Chapter VII │2159: A discussion of the Romulus status quo & Battle of Vorkado
Chapter VIII │2159: Rendezvous with the Selaya II, Romulan POV
Chapter IX │ 2159: Aftermath of Seleya II pursuit, NX-01 POV
Chapter X │ 2160: Battle of Cheron
Chapter XI │2160: Treaty of Cheron, Turmoil on Romulus
Chapter XII │2161: Federation Founding Ceremony, Beginning of the Federation-Romulan Cold War
Epilogue│ 2162/2171: Visiting the Romulan War Memorial, political upheaval on Romulus, USS Forrest
 
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Prologue

The engineer made his way across the hull in his EV suit. A mine was lodge onto the hull of the vessel. NX-class. Specifically, the Enterprise and its engines.

The engineer had done this before, and it was not a new scenario to him. Turn something counter clockwise, he read the reports from the tactical officer on how to do it.

Suddenly, a magnetic spike protruded from the mine. It pierced his leg and pinned him to the hull of the ship, causing him to howl out in pain. The arming mechanism then suddenly activated and started counting down, with the counter speeding up after every second. He could not move anywhere. The timer hit zero and went off, instantly killing the engineer and then destroying the ship…

The engineer awoke in his room in a cold sweat, and looked around at his surroundings. A darkened room, but his room. In a high rise in a major Earth city, with a thunderstorm raging on through the night. He knew this, as he recognized the flying cars through the drenched windows. He looked at his digital calendar that was on his nightstand. It read October 10, 2162. Two days removed from starting his new mission, and couple of years after the war ended. The war that gave him nightmares like this one.
 
Chapter I

“Crewman’s personal log, stardate November 15, 2155. It has been ten months since I have been posted to Enterprise. And it has been quite an adjustment. With the Coalition of Planets moving full steam ahead, Starfleet has been very busy over these months. With the launch of Challenger NX-03, and Discovery NX-04, Starfleet had been making good on its promises to build new starbases. Using the Salem-class designs, which are comprised of four segments – the orbital station, the space elevator for mined resources, the orbital drydocks facilities for the creation and repairs of new starships, and the planetside facilities – Starfleet expects to house seven thousand personnel on each starbase. Starbase One will be on Algeron, with Starbase Two being on Berengaria VII. There is a third starbase planned where Captain Archer had visited a year ago during his incident with the Orions, due to being rich with magnesite. Starbases One and Two currently have two thousand personnel each, with more on the way, all of them being members of the Coalition of Planets

The original crew has been slowly disbanding since I’ve come on board. Captain Archer is on Earth, having accepted the position of Acting Admiral in light of the current hostage crisis on Mars, where Admiral Gardner is among them. He had also been keeping an eye on the impending trial of former Vulcan Administrator V’Las, which has seen repeated delays over the last several months, and dealing with requests for both greater integration and less integration of the various wings of the United Earth government. Unofficially, and according to senior members of the crew, he is also being monitored for his health, both for a transporter incident where he briefly lost his strength, and random bouts of aggressions, likely due to residual Klingon DNA from one of his missions. A number of senior officers are about to depart in the coming year: Commander Tucker has been posted on Starbase One, while Commander Kelby has been posted on Starbase Two. Lieutenant Reed has been given his own command in the newly developed United Earth Stellar Navy – UESN Dauntless NX-01 – which he has accepted. Lieutenant Mayweather is making plans to return to the ECS Horizon, having had several verbal clashes with other members of the crew due to the current ongoing crisis of disappearing freighter vessels and the lack of response from Starfleet. Lieutenant Sato is preparing to return to Brazil, as the current responsibilities of being a part of the United Earth Diplomatic Corps, as well as her current duties as comms officer are becoming too much for her. Doctor Phlox is making plans to return to Denobula, to spend more time with his family after making a breakthrough with his most distant son. The recent updates to the decon chamber replacing skin gels with a scan, as well as the expansion of medical staff, has also left him little else to do. Even Chef is leaving, as he plans to return to Iowa and open up his own restaurant. Only Commander T’Pol will remain on the ship, although the stresses of a rapidly expanding Starfleet over the last several months have taken a toll on her too. As she has had a few testy exchanges with some new crewmembers, in addition to having to screen for Terra Prime supporters.

However, I have not been alone in my adjustments on this ship…”


Crewman Ortega sat in the mess hall, eating what Chef had prepared for breakfast; scrambled eggs and ham, with a bowl of fruit salad on the side. In entered Shran, who has been assigned to Enterprise as a liason to the Imperial Guard. As he got his meal at the buffet, he approached the crewman, who was the only one who had space available.

“May I sit here?”

“Of course.”

Shran took a seat and inspected his food.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, its not that. It just does not look…blue enough,” “its another adjustment to being on the ship”

“I find the temperature of this ship to be too warm, which has led to many sleepless nights on this ship. And I have a busy day planned ahead.

“First I must assist Lt. Reed in the armoury. He has not gotten used to the new Mark II phase pistols, to the point he has been requesting the old ones back and is planning to smuggle some onboard if he doesn’t get them. The new phase pistols fires bolts, but it does not allow for cutting or sealing objects like the old phase pistols. He has also had trouble with the targeting systems for both the new photonic missiles that replace the old torpedoes, and with the Mark II plasma cannons donated by the MACOs, which replace all of the phase cannons. So, I have to spend extra time in the firing range with him.”

Shran took a bite of his meal, and then continued.

“Then I have a medical check up with Phlox, who is overseeing a larger staff than he is used to. Then it is linguistics lessons with Lt. Sato, and then flying lessons from Lt. Mayweather. Then I have the night shift on the bridge.”

“Maybe your discomfort is related to that fact that your quarters are in the secondary hull. Its been noted to be a bit more warmer in that section of the ship compared to the saucer. Ever since the refit, everyone has had to make adjustments. Commander Tucker was complaining the other day as to how the nacelles were completely covered up in the refit, noting that the nacelles were designed the way they were to begin with as a safety feature and not to look pretty. There have been quite a few fires and radiation leaks in engineering as of late to prove his point. That we can now reach warp six is irrelevant to him. There have also been some minor complaints that the transporter was taken out altogether, even though there as been a growing increase of transporter malfunctions as of late on all the NX ships. I think that the refit happening a year ahead of schedule is to blame for a lot of the issues.”

“Well, they should look into fixing all of that.”

“Columbia gets its refit next month, and the NX-03 and NX-04 are due for a refit by next spring at the earliest. Although I’ve heard that the captain of Discovery is fighting very hard to keep his ship’s transporter from being uninstalled. Columbia and Challenger are onboard for the transporter’s removal. Starfleet Command is trying to get use of it suspended indefinitely to figure out what’s going wrong.”

As they ate, a quartet comprised of human, Vulcan, Andorian, and Tellarite crewmen entered the messhall together.

“To think, a year ago, Andorian, Tellarites, Vulcans, Humans were all united against the Romulan threat, and now there is a grand coalition uniting the various powers,” said Shran as he reminisced over the events of the prior year. “And now all are joining Starfleet, as well as a new trade pact and officer exchange programs between the four species.” At that moment, a message came over the intercom, with the voice belonging to T’Pol.

“Crewman Ortega, please report to the captain’s ready room.”

“You’re in trouble,” Shran joked as Crewman Ortega got up from his seat.

***

It was a crisp day in the Romulan capital, which was unusual for this time of year. Only inhaling the scent of sea salt off the coast, and the squawking of the avian species that flew overhead could serve as a reminder as to what the season was supposed to still bring; mild days and rainy evenings. But the recent graduate of the Romulan Star Navy went about his business as usual; keeping to himself as to not attract the attention of the Tal Shiar, as they had begun the yearly purge of political dissents a couple of weeks earlier than expected. The graduate had been hearing rumblings that the Senate has been unhappy that their plans for conquest were being stifled by the growing rival power in the Alpha Quadrant – the one that was protected by the Vulcans. And the Praetor was beginning to hold both long time allies and rivals accountable for these shortcomings. Although, it did not surprise the graduate that the Romulan Empire was running into difficulties; they had a tendency to spend on new military project on new military project that were more likely to fail than succeed, and were more interested in subjugating and oppressing the slave species of the empire instead reaching out and making new allies. Their most recent blunder was with the Klingons, choosing to mock their situation regarding their ridges and the internal strife it has caused, instead of seeing common ground of human interference. Before that was failed first contact with a species that was called the Breen that nearly started a war, had the Romulans not made the rare decision to retreat from battle and back to Romulan space. But he never voiced these thoughts openly, knowing that it would get him into serious trouble.

“D’deridex!”

The Romulan Admiral, flanked by Reman soldiers approached the naval graduate.

“Where about are you headed?”

“To hanger 47, where my transport is waiting for me. I am to begin my first shift on the T’liss this afternoon,” replied D’deridex.

The Romulan Admiral eyed him up and down. He had always been suspicious of D’deridex. That he was his best student – top of the class – and shared the name of one of the greatest Emperors that Romulus had ever known – an entire star system was named after this Emperor – just added to it. Since such success meant he had a bright future in the Senate, where the best Romulans eventually ended up.

“Served the Empire well and it shall treat you the same,” replied the Romulan Admiral. “And shave your goatee. You are not a savage. And you are definitely not a radical. You know what happens to those.”

“Yes sir. Julan Tru.” replied D’deridex.

“Julan Tru.”

The Romulan Admiral then walked away, with Reman soldier in tow, to attend to important business.

D’deridex continued on his walk and eventually boarder the transport that would take him to the Bird of Prey that was waiting for him. He thought over what the Romulan Admiral, known as T’zar, had told him. The goatee was here to stay. It made Romulus a bit more interesting, and was a break from the dull thinking he had been dealing with. Whatever trouble it gave him, it would be well worth it, he thought.

***

“Transferred?!” exclaimed Crewman Ortega. “To where?”

“Starbase Two, in the Berengaria system” replied T’Pol. “You are to depart by the end of the month at the latest.”

“But I had dreams of serving on a starship for years now. To rise through the ranks, and maybe even become a captain myself.”

“That my still happen in your career. But Starfleet has been accepting applications at a staggering rate ever since the Coalition was ratified. This means that tours of duty are going to be much shorter on starships than expected. And both starbases are complaining that they are understaffed for the work that they are required to do.”

“But what about the Stellar Navy? Aren’t they understaffed as well?

“Only the most experienced officers are currently allowed to join that,” explained T’Pol. “That’s a very small pool to draw from for something that is meant to be more of a defense force than anything else. Just Enterprise, Columbia, Intrepid, and the MACOs. Which I don’t find unreasonable. Officers like Reed have actually been in battles. The closest you have come is witnessing a Vissian ship destroy a couple of Klingon vessel after an unfortunate accident, and when we were pursued by the Kzinti police vessels only a few weeks ago. I should not have to remind you that the Kzinti vessels weren’t armed at all.”

T’Pol then put the PADD down that she was holding and gathered her breathe to speak to Crewman Ortega more calmly.

“I do not object to your posting. It is a far safer location compared to the Starbase in the Algeron system, and more scenic as well. I still think that constructing a Starbase on Romulan soil to be a mistake. Regardless as to how much dilithium is on the planet.”

“Formerly Romulan soil. Those faculties were abandoned, and have been for decades.”

“Those facilities also housed deceased Suliban, who shown signs of being tortured and experimented with by the Romulans. And it is likely how Romulans got their cloaking device to place on their mines. Combine that with the radiation of failed nuclear facilities scattered onto the planet, and stockpiles of boridium that still remain on the surface, its a wonder that Starfleet agreed to this.”

“Its closer to Earth than Berengaria VII, and will provide a stable influx of dilithium until the Coridan civil war is over, something that Berengaria VII does not provide. Archer also supported the find by Columbia’s crew, too. I really don’t think that the Romulans will be retuning to Algeron anytime soon.”

“Agree to disagree, crewman. Now, if you don’t mind, I have to meet with Mr. Mayweather. And it is not a discussion I am looking forward to.”

“It’s the freighter issue again, isn’t it?”

“Mayweather thinks Starfleet isn’t doing enough to protect freighters from ongoing disappearances. And now that Commander Tucker has come out and stated that he sees both sides of the issue, it complicates things.”

“Well, it has been going on unanswered for the last twenty years. And it is possible to provide escorts for those freighters to protect them.”

“Mayweather acts as if this crisis is unique to just Earth freighters, when the other coalition members have had similar encounters that have been unsolved for decades. A ship with a bird on its hull appearing shortly before the freighters disappear. There is no record of any ship like that in the Vulcan database, which goes back centuries. Trying to stop these disappearances is a collaborative effort.”

“You don’t need the databases. We know that it’s the Romulans doing this. They’ve been the only ones making aggressive moves against Earth as a whole.”

“Until we have more proof, we technically don’t know. You are dismissed, crewman.”

Crewman Ortega then turned and left the captain’s ready room, and began to mull over as to what the future meant. And what T’Pol said.
 
Chapter II

Crewman Ortega had been on Starbase Two for a few months, getting used to the new faces, of which there were plenty. Whereas Ortega found it easy to be friends with everyone on the NX-01, it was a bit more difficult here; some individuals were just working alongside colleagues and nothing more. The only real familiar face was Kelby, who he did not get on with, due to his constant complaints about Commander Tucker taking “his spot.” To preoccupy himself, Ensign watched whatever movies where in the database, and the latest sports competitions on Earth. He took in the scenic landscape on Berengaria VII, usually paying attention to the flying reptiles overhead. He also followed the trial of V’Las closely, which finally got underway in December. It mostly focused on political corruption in his career and the conflict between the Vulcans and Andoria, including the finals battle over Vulcan that saw the end of his governance, which was revealed to have become increasing authoritarian near the end. The behaviour of V’Las during the trial irritated Ensign, as he also said that he did not take responsibility for his actions over and over.

Crewman Ortega was about the turn the viewing off, when V’Las said something that grabbed his attention after a question was posed by the Vulcan prosecutor.

“Yes, I did everything I could to hold back Earth Warp Five program. It was a top priority.”

“And what were the methods used to accomplish them?”

“Promote the line from the High Command that humans were not ready. Demoted and blacklisted all Vulcans that disagreed. Support movements like Terra Prime as opposition on Earth. Scuttle any new trade routes should the Earth government disagree with the position. Eliminated the top scientists involved with the Warp Five program.”

“Eliminate? By what do you mean by that term?”

“Warp accidents, infected those with incurable diseases, manufacture scandal, engage in sabotage, massacred by pirates…”

“And how many of them where you involved with?”

“About a dozen. Harry Jones, Kiyoshi Tamura, Henry Archer…”

“Henry Archer? He died of an uncurable disease on Earth.”

“No. I had agents infect him with the disease. We had practiced for years on other human patients before we targeted him

“We?”

“The agents I had sent after him. Vulcan and Romulan agents alike. It was a Romulan idea. All of them were.”

“And why did you engage in such deliberate actions?”

“Because the humans are getting in the way of reunification! And the day will come that Vulcans and Romulans will be one again. And I am proud to stand and work on the behalf of Romulus and in the defense of its empire, and I am not alone. Vulcans have lost their way and only the Romulans can show us the way again! We would have won the war with Andoria were it not for the humans!”

The murmurs grew louder as the Vulcan magistrate urges for an immediate recess. Crewman Ortega sat in disbelief. Everything he though he knew about the past 35 years were wrong. Romulans? Were behind the sabotage of the Warp Five program. And the Vulcan Administrator did everything in his power to not just stall progress, but drive a wedge between Earth and Vulcan too? And had killed a number of important scientists, including Captain Archer’s father?

***

The alarm sounded as D’deridex stumbled out of bed and to his post. It was the latest drill that he had been a part of over the last few months. While usually involved with dealing with an approaching enemy or a core breach, or an intruder. All scenarios had one thing in common; the use of slave labor who were promised freedom if they were successful in surviving the latest Romulan training exercise. But that never happened. The ships got destroyed, the “assistants” either got left behind to deal with radiation or were blamed for the core breach occurring and subsequently shot, and intruders were either thrown out the airlock or left behind as the ship self destructed as the crew abandoned ship, usually in EV suits, as Romulans were opposed to escape pods.

D’deridex entered the bridge to see that the T’liss was being fired on by a mix of Tellarite and Andorian ships. But he knew it was really the drone ships – the most recent failed military experiment – repurposed as target practice, with crewmembers that were promised freedom at the helm.

The Romulan Commander, known as V’Rak, simply stared at him as he went to his post. No one was allowed to call the commander by his name, only by rank. It was to help instill a sense of authority and remove the idea of a personable relationship between the commander and his crew. And it was his crew, as Romulan society was not permissible to female Romulans as members of the Romulan military. Or the Tal Shiar, or Senate, or as Preator. D’Deridex’s mother and sister had repeated that fact to him when he was younger. After his mother was whisked away by the Tal Shiar for “subversive practises” it made his sister far more outspoken about the Romulan patriarchy, and led to several run-ins with the Tal Shiar that D’deridex had to run interference with.

Despite outnumbering the T’liss, the Romulan Bird of Prey managed to outmaneuver the vessels firing on it, destroying most of them, and disabling one. Commander V’Rak ordered D’deridex – his electronics warfare officer – to send the subroutine to the other vessel. A data uplink from the Bird of Prey sent a Romulan subroutine designed to take life support off on the adrift ship. The Bird of Prey then received hails requesting assistance. But the crew of the T’liss were instructed to ignore the hails. And they would have been unable to help anyways, as this Bird of Prey did not have transporters onboard; those were reserved for the next generation of Bird of Preys, where all of the malfunctions had been repaired. There was also the fact that Romulan subroutines were supposed to be sent without the ability to cancel the program; they were supposed to inflict the most damage possible before self deleting themselves from the system, leaving very minimal traces back to them. D’deridex had questioned the morality of his job, but carried on with it, without offering resistance. He, like the rest of the Romulan population, as to look over his shoulder a lot to make sure that he would see another day,

After the hails ceased, the drill was declared over. A shadowy figure appeared on the bridge. Usually, this figure appeared in a specific chamber on Romulans vessels, which had been refitted to include them after they had raided a Suliban helix over a decade ago and they found this mysterious technology. Romulans reengineered it from device that could communicate through time into a method of communication among other vessels in the Star Navy, the Tal Shiar, and the Senate. The silhouette of the figure spoke.

“Report to the outpost on Romii, where you will rendezvous with many other Romulan vessels also on their way to Romii. You have a new mission critical to the survival of the empire, on orders from Praetor Bilius himself. Julan Tru.”

“Julan Tru,” the crew responded back. The crew of twenty-five set a new course as instructed, excited to learn what their new mission was, but were not allowed to express said excitement. Expressing emotions was not something that was encouraged in the Empire.

***

MACO Private Dhalla spent the next couple of weeks dealing with the fallout of V’Las’ testimony, as it rocked the Coalition of Planets and forced more truths to come out. Vulcans and Romulans are related to each other. The revelation that the Vulcans near the end of 21st century had unreported skirmishes with the Romulans. Romulans have treated Vulcan as a proxy through a puppet High Command, and therefore, had an effect on its relations to its allies and sphere of influence. The Andorians coming to terms that they have always been at war with the Romulans and not the Vulcans and growing support for an invasion of Romulan space. The Coridan civil war intensifying with the rebels now believing that the Coridan government was a proxy of Romulus instead of being a proxy for Vulcan. Rigelians, Mazarites, and Denobulans becoming suspicious of the Interspecies Medical Exchange that the Vulcans created. The reason that Earth received little backing from during the Xindi crisis from the Vulcans. And the general behavior of some of the Vulcans since first contact nearly a century ago.

Suddenly, the klaxon rang through out Starbase One, followed by an announcement. “Tactical alert, incoming Romulan fleet approaching! All MACOs to battle stations! All other personnel are to evacuate the premises immediately!”

Private Dhalla had never met the Romulans before, but had heard the stories. They have cloaked ship, the were territorial, their ships were unmanned, they impersonated other ships. That they were so easily identified caught him off guard. But it should not have caught him offguard that they were here. Algeron was home to various Romulan operations that involved boridium mining, nuclear refinement, and a research and military installation. That it was abandoned for decades was irrelevant. It was always controversial to create a starbase here. But with the civil war on Coridan growing worse by the day, and a need for dilithium so that ships could run, the Coalition agreed to set up shop.

MACO troops were all busy getting to their posts; some were on the starbase, but most were on the Emmette-types that sounded the station. There was an NX ship under construction, but it was nowhere near completion to participate. Security was quite understaffed here, even though there had been request for more troops to be present. But with the MACOs being stretch thin protecting freighters route from Romulans incursions, and the Coalition of Planets being more a trade pact than a defence pact, they were on their own. The distress signal was most likely going to be answer by the Andorians or one of the newer NX ships.

The orbital station shook with every shot it received by the Romulan BoPs, while the planetside facilities dealt with flybys of the drone ships. The Emmette-types tried to fend them off, but were outgunned fifteen to one. And there was only about 10 Emmette-type assigned to protect the Starbase.

Private Dhalla was knocked down by a blast. He managed to shake it off and look out the window to see a Romulan BoP warp into the planet. There was then a series of explosions below, before a fireball engulfed the planet. MACO Major knew what just happened; the BoP had destroyed itself and ignited a fireball that spread all across the dilithium stores on the planet. Meaning everyone that was still on the planet was a goner for sure. And he did not see many transports leave the surfaces. He saw more shot down than leave Algeron.

Private Dhalla knew he had to get all personal still on the starbase to safety. The Romulans were out to wipe out the entire presence of the Coalition on Algeron. He roamed the corridors, and placed unconscious station crew onto the closest escape pod, and jettisoned them, with the hopes that those pods would not be destroyed. He thought he had aided the last of them when he noticed an officer underneath rubble. He managed to drag the officer from under it and turned him over to get a look at him, his name tag and rank.

Commander Charles Tucker.

Private Dhalla carried him to the last escape pod and mulled getting in to. Deciding that there was no time, he place Commander Tucker into the pod and jettisoned it. Shortly afterwards, Private Dhalla felt the station shift. He rans to the nearest window to see that the station had no longer in orbit. It was now descending toward to the raging inferno on Algeron. Private Dhalla then passed out, at the station entered the atmosphere and careened toward the surface below…

***

“To all human vessels, we have launched an attack on your facilities on Algeron. This was in defence of the Romulan Star Empire after you annexed our territory for expansionist purposes. You have encroached on out territories for years without consequence. From here on out, your colonies will not be safe. Your ships will not be safe. Your homeworld will not be safe. To all allies of the humans, our fight is not with you. It is solely with the human menace that has no respect for the boundaries created by the Romulan Star Empire. Stay out of the conflict and you will not be attacked. Get involved, and you will face the full wrath of the Romulan Star Navy as ordered by our Glorious Praetor!”

Audio transmission ended.

***

The fleet of Earth and Andorian ships headed towards Algeron. Most of the Coalition opted out of participating, as they did not see the Coalition as a defense pact, only as a trade pact. The Vulcans did not participate, on orders of Minister T’Pau, not just because of uncertainty of the presence of Romulan spies on Vulcan, but also due to a general opposition to violence. But she did promise to root out all Romulan spies before reconsidering her position of keeping Vulcans out of the conflict.

The Tellarites were unable to participate, due to gridlock in the Tellar House of Parliament and an inability to agree on the recent Romulan threat, despite the Romulan conflict with the drone just eighteen months prior.

The Andorians were hungry for conflict. As were the humans, as they viewed the attack on Starbase One to be unprovoked. A theme shared by all previous encounters with the Romulans. There was a lingering sense that the Romulans were more interested in persecution than a rational discussion on finding common ground. While the Andorian fleet were comprises of the standard Andorian battle cruiser, the human ships were a hodgepodge mix of United Earth Starfleet classes: NX-class, Intrepid-types, a few Emmette-types. And a few Dauntless-types – a spherical type ship with a triangular secondary hull used by the MACOs to exclusively defend the Earth colonies. The United Earth Stellar Navy was not ready for battle, as the declaration of war against the Romulans was made rather hastily without any real forethought as to how to go about an effective response. Only the humans issued a formal declaration of war on the Romulans, whereas the Andorians did not, as they more interested in simply engaging the enemy and were simply authorized to use force. The one thing the human fleet going for them to give them confidence was they were being led by Captain Archer, who had returned to his post as captain of the Enterprise, and had been promoted to Fleet Captain in the wake of the war declaration.

Sensors indicated that the Romulans were still in orbit of Algeron, and that the Starbase One was completely destroyed; only the broken hull of an incomplete NX-class ship remained in the debris that remained. The Earth-Andorian fleet cautiously approached them, aware of the Romulan’s past usage of mines several years ago. The Romulans outgunned them 5 to 1, which were still better odds than what Starbase One faced when the surprise attack happened.

The NX ships scanned for Romulan mines before approaching. Surprisingly, there were none. Just the handful of escape pods left. The Romulans seemed willing for a fight. The NX-class vessels brought those pods into their respective shuttlebays and continued on their way. Suddenly, explosions emanated from the hulls of the NX-class vessels. The escape pods were rigged with explosives, and sensors fail to detect them. The Romulans then came about and retreated at high sublight speed. The remaining Earth ships and the Andorian vessels followed them in pursuit, leaving the NX-classes behind to repair themselves and survey what remained of Starbase One. In the case of Enterprise and Columbia, they were also left to look for the whereabouts of Trip in the Algeron system; they had trouble locating his bio sign on sensors.

The Earth and Andorian ships fired their cannons, spatial torpedoes and photonic missiles at the ships, forcing a number of Romulan vessels to vent plasma before exploding. A couple of Birds of Prey that were picked off ended up colliding with another Bird of Prey, causing an explosive chain reaction. This would go on for several weeks, bar a passage through a class 2 neutronic storm for a couple of weeks, and they would run out of torpedoes and missile to fire at the ships ahead of them as the Earth and Andorian ships relentlessly pursued the Romulans to the other end of the quadrant. The remaining Romulan vessels eventually dropped out of high sublight speed, in a region of space unfamiliar to Starfleet or the Andorians. The green gas clouds surrounded the vast area, and both communications and targeting scanners began to be scrambled, making coordination and accuracy difficult to accomplished. The Romulans then proceeded to fire off a couple of shots and the Battle of Bassen Rift had begun…
 
Chapter III

The new United Earth Minister of War sat inside her new office, which used to belong to the United Earth Minister of Peace. But the Romulan conflict was such an emergency that the position of Minister of Peace was temporarily vacated and replaced with a position not seen since the mid 21st century, although it shared its name with its counterpart from the Second World War. Several months removed from the start of the conflict, it was a challenge to adjust to the new position, with new reports on her desk every morning.

The secretary then buzzed her.

“Ambassador Soval is ready to see you.”

Soval entered, where Minister Sora Johnston rose to greet him.

“Good evening, Ambassador.”

“It is agreeable to see you, Minister,” responded the Vulcan Ambassador to the raven-haired woman.

“I wish this was under better circumstances.”

“As would I. But Minister Samuels insisted that I meet with you to alleviate any concerns I had.”

Johnston sat back down at here desk, while Soval declined to be seated and remined standing. “How had Vulcan been dealing with the Romulans on your world?” Johnston asked Soval.

“It is seen as a witch hunt. Some on Vulcan are calling it the Green Scare, as green is synonymous with the Romulans on Vulcan. They are reluctant to engage in paranoid behaviour, despite the roots that date back to ancient Vulcan history. Many are turning to the Kir’Shara for answers as to how best to deal with the situation.”

As Johnston processed the response, Soval took out a PADD from under his robes. “I want to go over your service record.”

“Go ahead, Ambassador.”

“Sora Lakota Johnston, born 2117, parents hailing from North America. As I understand it, you were a MACO, graduating in December 2136, and serving between the late 2130s and the end of the 2140s, correct?”

“Yes,” she replied, as Sovel began to slowly pace in front of her desk.

“During your service, you liberated Earth freighter ships from Rigel pirates and Nausicaan raiders on the behalf of the ECA. You also rescued hostages from a separatist movement on Alpha Centauri, and retook a D’kyr-class vessel from criminals from the planet Aragon.”

“Yes, those were the major events of my career. There was also the time when my team retrieved an Ithenite artifact from a rogue ECS freighter that intended to sell it on the black market.”

“There was also an incident on a Deneva Class J vessel in 2148, where you opened fire on the entire crew, and were cleared of all charges. You were then discharged the following year.”

“I would like to know what happened on that Class J vessel.” Soval stared at Johnston as she gave her explanation.

“Simply put, it was filled with Terra Prime radicals that were looking to open another chapter on the new and fledgling colony, as well as inflict violence on any off-world traders. That explosives belonging to them were recovered was further proof that my actions. I initially got in trouble though as they had shown no signs of being a violent group. They were well regarded on Deneva, so that they were revealed to be a part of Terra Prime was a shock to many.”

“It does not sound like the act was in self defence though,” remarked the Ambassador.

“They attempted to grab me and throw me off of the ship. I managed to fight them off long enough to grab my rifle and open fire. It left quite a mess.”

Remaining skeptical of her answer, Soval continued. “I have to ask these questions. Many humans in their space expeditions since your species discovered warp drive have not been as mild mannered and sensible as Captain Archer’s crew or an inventor like Emory Erickson. For a Vulcan they are quite shocking. From the admirals inappropriately jumping into beds with ensigns and other subordinates, only for one of them occasionally ending up dead afterwards. To crewmembers backstabbing each other with the hopes of advancing their careers and senior officers looking the other way. To engaging in unethical and sometimes cruel experiments on both humans and other sentient beings, and the recent and senseless execution of Admiral Gardner during the separatist crisis on Mars - by his own daughter no less - and those are just a handful of my experiences since being made ambassador to Earth thirty years ago. They tend to behave as if they are from an alternate universe and welcome all kinds of savage and primitive behaviour, just because they feel like it. You seem to have a moral character within you, meaning you will make the most ethical decisions to end this war as quickly as possible. Despite the revelations of the Romulans having greater influenced on Vulcan interstellar policy, there was justification from some Vulcans as to whether humans were ready, especially after the loss of P’Jem. Captain Archer made significant gains proving that your species is in fact ready. It would be unfortunate if someone attempted to undo his efforts.”

“It is okay Ambassador. The incident on Deneva is still viewed as a controversial matter to this day. Since it was resolved in an internal MACO tribunal. It is very rare that a MACO get convicted of wrongdoing, even when it is plain as day. There are a few on Deneva that still think I planted the evidence and that little family is innocent. It will never really go away. All I can do is the best job possible.”

“That is what I am hoping for.”

***

The crew of the T’liss observed as the approaching Earth vessels exploded as they flew straight into the mines. Then the ancient Romulan device – the telecapture device – fired, and like with the Andorian ships before them, the Earth ships started to fire on one another, rendering each other defenceless and unable to return back to Earth as their nacelles were cut off with each sweeping attack.

The Romulans then managed to surround the remaining Earth ships that did not completely destroy themselves and started to pick them off one at a time. The Earth ships that were able to retreat made the decision to do so, leaving the Romulans to another victory. But not before making the warp core of the Earth ships overload as they retreated.

D’deridex took it all in; the destruction of the vessel that approached, and the Romulans that celebrated their victory with the alcoholic beverages they consumed. They were proud of not having to fire the first shot. Of manipulating the Earth ships to destroy each other. That the humans on those ships were powerless to stop them. And that the Romulans successfully defend their empire once again. This was a tactic that the Romulans could rely on for years to come. D’deridex was handed a bottle of Romulan ale from a prideful centurion and encouraged to drink it all.

***

“Crewman’s personal log, June 30, 2157. The war effort against the Romulans has been going on for over a year. And rather badly.

“After Romulans attempted to raid Andoria earlier this year – in response to them assisting Earth after the destruction of Starbase One – the Imperial Guard sent at least half of their forces towards the Bassen Rift, where the fighting has been taking place. The attempted campaign went badly, as many of the vessels were destroyed when they hit a minefield that originally was not present in the first battle inside the Bassen Rift. The crews of the remaining ships then reportedly lost control of their vessels. Many vessels then proceeded to fire upon one another, others vessels lost life support, and several vessels had automatic core overloads. Only one battle cruiser returned and badly damaged at that, and it was enough for Andoria to withdraw from the conflict “indefinitely.” The United Earth Stellar Navy then attempted to enter the Bassen Rift by themselves weeks later, being led by Captain Jennings and the Republic, only to encounter the same fate. It was enough for Commander Reed to give up his UESN commission and go back to Enterprise. Meanwhile, the Romulans have been ramping up attacks against Earth colonies, as both Vega colony and Deneva colony were hit, with several freighters destroyed in orbit. The upside is that the various freighter crews and colonists as a whole have begun to take a great interest in this war and wish to participate.

“Over here on Berengaria VII, we have churned out a few extra NX-class ships now that the starbase is at full capacity of seven thousand personnel. Earth has done the same. Although our recent productions have either been destroyed or badly damaged when the Romulans ambushed them, usually in a three on one situation known as the Romulan Triad. So, Starfleet is asking us to build a new type of ship that can withstand Romulan attacks and can be produced at a rapid pace. The problem is that they also want the ship to go faster too, reportedly warp seven. Which I personally disagree with, as the Romulans have been battering us pretty bad while only using intense sublight speeds that we’ve determined are masked as warp speed.”


Commander Kelby entered the meeting room, where Ortega and several other engineers were present. After uploading several different ship schematics on the massive screen, Kelby then began speaking, choosing to begin the conversation with a history lesson on United Earth starships.

“Archer’s had several different choices when choosing the design on the NX-class. The ring ships, the Dauntless-type, the Emmette-type, Intrepid-type, and the saucer type that he eventually chose. Archer was not a fan of the ring ships like Admiral Forrest was. Seemed too Vulcan to him. That it actually predates Vulcan design was irrelevant to him. As was the fact that Zefram Cochrane’s first warp 2 ship was a ring ship. Dauntless-types are mainly used by the MACOs. They are very small, carrying a crew of only forty, but the triangular secondary hull has an obstacle training course, a football field, and an Olympic sized swimming pool. The crew lives in the sphere section of the ship. Its top speed was warp 3.5 and is mainly used in Alpha Centauri. There was an attempt at a refit to make it a deep space exploration vessel, but Archer refused, as he wanted something new. Emmette-types have never exceeded past warp 2.5, and the Intrepid-type never exceed past warp 3. Both have rather small crew complements, not exceeding a crew of thirty. They can be refitted with the warp five engine, as it is smaller that the warp six engines used by the NX class, but that is not fast enough for Starfleet anymore”

“There is something good to take from all of them.” Finished Kelby. “Any ideas?”

The engineers began their brainstorming session, and bounced ideas off each other.

“Maybe the secondary hull should be curved the closer to the tail. Like how the NX-class has been refit.”

“Those NX secondary hulls are also known to have poor environmental controls.”

“The NX-class was not designed to have a secondary hull to begin with. What did it add anyways in terms of crew compliment? An extra fifty? We will need more than that for this ship, for all of the advanced system planned and the larger crew complement. Maybe a crew complement of two hundred. Starfleet is currently being overwhelmed with applications and need ships for them to serve on.”

“Use the sphere hull. It has always had a tougher hull than the saucer and fits an entire NX-class crew in that section alone. Less lives would have been lost if that vessel was used during the Xindi war.”

“But Earth might not be here if that vessel was used. Dauntless-types take longer than Emmette-types and Intrepid-types to refit with the warp five engine. It’s the way the Dauntless-types are developed. Since their engines extend to both ends of the secondary hull, just to get to warp 3.5. Its an inefficient design.”

“Well, the triangular shaped secondary hull that the Dauntless type used can go. Its not a practical design, and never has been. A cylindrical design would be more efficient. I’ve been saying it for years.”

“Why aren’t the ring ships used more? Aside from Archer’s personal dislike of those vessels.”

“It has to do with anti gravity not functioning well outside the cockpit. As well as maneuverability during battles. Although Starfleet has found ways to make its use more practical for deep space exploration. But this ship works better as a spaceliner than as a starship. There was an idea to update it with a spherical section that could separate at will if necessary, that went over the stern of the ship. The late Captain Robinson was receptive to that refit, but it was vetoed by Archer. So, the NX-class was what it was, with a rather thin hull and a smaller crew compliment than necessary.”

“Nacelles… look to the Freedom-class or its upside-down twin sister, the Pioneer-class for a stable and sound design. The NX refit nacelles cause fires on the ship,” suggested Ortega, thinking back to his time on Enterprise.

“I forgot about those ships. Starfleet never mass produced those classes, despite being warp 4 vessels, and a need to provide security escorts for the freighters. They seem quite easy to construct too, with their three decks compared to the NX-refit and their fourteen decks. Their screens are quite old fashioned though. Really old fashioned. I’ll have to give the Oakland shipyards a call to figure out what is going on there and find out why they aren’t in use anywhere.”

Kelby then sketched out a rough design what the team had discussed. The design seemed simple enough, and something that could be produced on a mass scale.

“How big is the new warp engine supposed to be?” asked Ortega.

“As big as necessary,” replied Kelby. “It is likely going to be an updated version of the engine used on the NX refits. The Vulcan are going to help with its development, as they have identified several flaws with our production of the warp six engine.”

“Is speed really the answer when we are dealing with a foe that tend to have no problems fighting us at sublight? And has a tendancy to win battle after battle under such speeds.”

“Ortega, this project is not just about speed. It a collaboration of many species. The Andorians are collaborating with the United Earth Military’s R&D division to make the most powerful weapons possible for the ship, as well as plan to give us deflector shields. The Tellarites are assisting with state-of-the-art transporters, better sensors & better computer security, and sending in lawyers to overturn Starfleet Command’s ban on the use of transporters. When this project is done, it is going to be the new pride of both Starfleet and the Coalition of Planets. And it is going to help us win the war. You are a skilled metallurgist, Crewman. You can find the right materials to make these warp seven ships has tough and resilient as necessary. Also, use your ordnance training with Commander Reed to test out the effectiveness of those double hulls. Now let’s get to work.”

***

“It is the only way it can legally work.”

Johnston was in an argument with Minister Samuels, about a proposal to give Earth the extra forces needed.

“I won’t do it!”

“The alternative is that the Romulans will overrun us by the end of the year.”

“You are asking me to sell the population on conscription.”

“Mr. Minister, a number of freighters and colonists already want to participate. It is being spearheaded by a number of freighter families, notably the Stiles family, the Keene Family, and the Mayweather family. They know those areas of space really well, which would be an asset in setting up defences against the Romulans. There are also reportedly a number of states that want to break out ships that have not be used since the early days of colonization. But legally none of them can join any conflict unless the Minister of United Earth deems it an emergency. It explicitly says so in the both the United Earth Charter and the Earth Cargo Authority Regulations handbook! And this would constitute one.”

“I’m not going to have draft riots occur under my watch. It is a PR disaster waiting to happen. Plus, I will need the support of the United Earth Parliament. And my popularity has been in decline since the war began. The citizens of Earth are opposed to the Romulans and their attacks, but they also by and large wish to stay out of the conflict as much as possible. Pacifism and a general aversion to conflict runs strong among the population, and has for over half a century. You might end up creating a bunch of new deserters by accident, when there are currently none right now.”

Minister Samuels turned to look out his window, as the sun was slowly beginning to set over San Francisco.

“Even though the citizens are more confident, the same sense of unease and fear from the Xindi conflict is still present. The population just hides it better than they did a few years ago. They only want to deal with wars in historical movies, not in real life.”

Sighing, having the self awareness to know that he had no real good options to work with, he decided to change the topic.

“Any other topics you which to discuss, Sora? How did your recent meeting with Ambassador Soval go?”

“It went well. He said that were the Romulans have been doing the fighting is in a region of space the Tellarites call the Bassen Rift, which is comprised mainly of green clouds. It is usually the Tellarites go to place when evading pirates or very powerful aggressors. Its impossible to get any long-range communications once inside, including visual communication. Its likely why the Romulans chose here to wage battle, and why both Earth and Andoria have seen so many losses.”

“If the Tellarites are so familiar with that region of space, why aren’t they involved more?”

“You try and convince 600 Tellarite parliamentarians to get onboard.”

“You have a point. How are the NX vessels doing on their secret reconnaissance missions?”

“Well, I have heard nothing from them yet, as they still maintain radio silence and it has only been a month since they began their assignment. But, I recently had a conversation with the head of Vulcan’s Ministry of Security. They have uncovered a spy ring on Vulcan, and have taken the suspects to undisclosed Vulcan black sites…”

“What Vulcan black sites?” as Samuels turned around, surprised at this bit of information.

***

The prisoner was slumped over, weakened by the interrogation methods used on him. Two Vulcans dressed in black stood over him, with lighting being so dim he could barely see their faces. They asked him the same questions they had asked for the last several days, hour after hour.

“You have been exposed as a Romulan spy. How many are working with you?”

“I am Vulcan. My parents are both Vulcan. You have the wrong person.”

“We know there are secret sympathizers that collaborate with you. Give us their names.”

“You have the wrong per…person”

“Your ridges on your forehead suggest that we do in fact have the right person.”

“We should just force a mind meld onto him.”

“No. That would risk permanent damage. And he has information valuable to both Earth and Vulcan.”

“It would be faster though.”

The Romulan prisoner passed out. The second interrogator asked another question.

“What if we revealed his face to the rest of the galaxy?”

“Then it runs the risk of driving the other spy rings underground. Which would make our work much harder.”

“We could try the human approach.”

“Humans haven’t engaged in torture in nearly a century. Archer’s actions in the Delphic Expanse aside. And he only used it because he was facing an urgent crisis.”

“Vulcan is facing an urgent crisis right now. Other species are losing confidence in Vulcan by the day. The sooner that all of the spies and sympathizers are rooted out, the better off Vulcan will be.”

“I would rather hand him over to the Klingons and start over. He not the only spy we captured.”

“Kling…Klingons...” the prisoner managed to spit out.

“Yes. All we need to do is hail them and a Klingon vessel will arrive in mere minutes to take you to Rura Penthe. I hear it’s a very cold place.”

“We are not on Vulcan?”

“No. We are in an…undisclosed location. One that hasn’t been used since they days Vulcan helped Agaron with their chronic crime and corruption problems. It is something that the Klingons have been okay with. And something Earth would definitely not be okay with.”

“Please…just let me go.”

The black clad interrogators released the restraints, and dragged him from his chair and placed him a booth that had never been used before in this particular facility, although was built into the site when it was first constructed.

“Torture is illogical,” exclaimed the prisoner as one of the interrogators flipped the switch and turned the dial, forcing in the prisoner to scream and howl in agony.
 
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Chapter IV

“Some of the NX ships have returned.”

A male aide was briefing Minister of War Johnston on the secret mission in Romulan space, which the NX-class ships were assigned after it was deemed too dangerous to for them to participate in the battles in the Bassen Rift. And as they were the fastest vessels present, it meant that they could cover a lot of ground and gather as much intelligence on the Romulans as possible.

“Enterprise and Columbia have returned together, and have minor damage to their hulls. Challenger is being towed back to Earth by its shuttles after their bridge was destroyed. Discovery’s status is unknown. It is presumed to be lost.”

“Captain Reza is dead?”

“It appears so. No one have been able to determine what happened to the NX-04. Just some minor debris fragments left behind. Did you know him?”

“I met him once when I was in retirement in Colorado. He seemed like a pleasant and honourable man. What else do you have?”

“Captain Hernandez is requesting an emergency assessment of the Enterprise crew and their ship. There are concerns about an anomaly they hit in Romulan space. Something to do with a large gelatinous space creature and large flashes of light. It managed to short-circuit the Suliban cloaks installed in the engineering section.”

“I will have Starfleet Medical look at them right away, and drydock have a look at the ship. Anything else?”

“We have gone over the info gathered by Enterprise and Columbia. Romulan space is littered with class 3, class 4, and class 5 neutronic storms, making general navigation difficult. Both vessels were able to set up command centers in the catwalks located in the nacelles, but frequently encountered issues with the generators going down, loss of grave plating, and loss of life support, and several fights breaking out amongst the crews in the absence of creature comforts. In one of those fights on the Columbia, a crewmember died. On Enterprise, Archer, in one of his Klingon-influenced rages, attacked a pair of ensigns before the Andorian Shran and several MACOs intervened. Both vessels came close to complete destruction on a couple of occasions each. CCTV cameras showed that no Romulans ever boarded those ships, despite being occasionally being detected in those same storms.”

“What about their ships? How many vessels are the Romulans constructing?”

“There are several centers where they control the drone ships remotely without any Aenar through a massive communications grid. There are a number of shipyards where they develop their vessels, which are not just exclusive to the Bird of Prey. The comms officers managed to translate the name of the various ship classes in the Imperial Romulan Fleet; Battlehawk-class, which is a battlecruiser. Hathos-class, which is a cruiser. Swarm -class, which is a scout vessel. Skyhawk-class & Swiftwing-class, which are destroyers. They never encountered any of these in battle; only the ever-popular T’varo class Bird of Prey. The NX ships failed to locate any fuelling depots, so neither crew are sure as to how Romulans power their ships.”

“Why didn’t they board one?”

“They did, and the ship had a Romulan crew on board as well. Unfortunately, one of the Romulans muttered something about “the Romulan way” and subsequently blew up the ship, taking the MACOs and their Starfleet translator out with them. This was repeated several times on several different Romulan ships. The Romulans refused any offers of assistance, instead claiming that they would fight them to the death.”

Johnston sat in silence, choosing to let her underling to continue to explain the situation.

“There are a large number of subjugated species in Romulan space, based upon the stories of others. Enterprise also located a previously unknown human colony that neither Earth or the Romulans were aware about, which was based on the Wild West, and coexisted with descendants of a Xindi flotilla. There’s actually a funny picture where the crew took a photo with the Xindi Reptilians, Insectoids and Avians, all wearing cowboy hats in front of a soccer ball. Something I never though I would see, haha…”

While the aide was cracking up at the image, Johnston sat in her chair, looking as serious as ever. The aide calmed himself down once he started paying attention to her serious demeaner.

“Unfortunately, the colony was destroyed when the Remans launched a chemical attack from orbit and then subsequently sacked the colony.”

“The Remans?”

“A species who works closely with the Romulans, although it is not an equal partnership. They usually board the ships on behalf of the Romulans, with the intent to wreak has much havoc as possible. Efforts to capture them and bring them to Earth failed. Reportedly the crews of Columbia, Challenger, and Discovery chose to space their Reman intruders instead of detaining them. Columbia and Challenger shoved the Remans out the airlock, while Discovery beamed them into space. The sole surviving Reman on Enterprise died after losing an Ushaan battle after challenging a member of Enterprise’s crew. All four crews when they were sharing their experiences with on another claimed their treatment of their Reman captives was an alternative to lining them up against a wall in one of their cargo bays and opening fire, which some MACOs wanted to do instead.”

“I will open an investigation into those incidents. While we are at war and they are allowed leeway, this is unacceptable. Is there any way we can bring an end to this war quickly?”

“The battles in the Bassen Rift – which the Romulans calls the Great Bloom – have been intentionally designed to be a strategic distraction in order to whittle us down to nothing and break our morale. These standoffs they have us engaged in what basically amounts to trench warfare, or colonial armies lining up in a battle and firing at each other. We have been warping past the Romulan homeworld without noticing, even though they both reside in the Tarod sector. The distance between the Bassen Rift and Romulus is comparable to the distance between Earth and Vulcan. Its conquest would likely mean the end of the conflict. It is likely to be heavily fortified, as it is the capital world of their empire.”

“But how do we go about it?”

“A suggestion came up on the Enterprise to use atomic weaponry. They claimed to have destroyed a shipyard where several Birds of Prey were armed with similar atomic weaponry. Which suggests that the Romulans have plans to ramp up the violence in the coming months. Although, Enterprise’s intent was to use it on military targets only. The Romulan homeworld will be home to billions of civilians, and we are not exactly sure where the military targets are on the surface.”

“Thank you for the information. I will let Minister Samuels know what his options are.”

“One other thing. The Romulans were confirmed to have attempted to establish a new colony near Algeron many years ago. It was meant to encompass Algeron and Galorndon Core. Reportedly, a master military strategist and commander named Chulak currently lives on the space station orbiting Galorndon Core. Starfleet Intelligence consider him to be the Romulan equivalent of Napolean…”

“Alright, I got it!”

***

The Jiang family board their Discovery-class vessel, the ECS Tzu, were content that they were being allow to finally participant in the conflict. They were to be a part of a mission to place photonic mines on the outskirts of the Algeron system, followed by subsequent patrol, with plans to expand operations in the Galorndon Core system if the upcoming operation went smoothly. The ECS Tzu was already part of a similar mission led by Captain Ramirez to place the same type of mines in the Bassen Rift. That way, Romulan vessels could neither get in or out of the Rift, unless they wanted to destroy their ships. It was a welcome change of pace from watching the barfights on Rigel X between humans, Rigelians, and Nausicaans over butterfly dancers. For the matriarch of the Jiang family, Demi Jiang, it was a welcome change from her freighter routes to Draylax, the Teneebian Moons, Denobula Triaxa, and that new pleasure planet – Rigleighs, Wrigley’s, whatever it’s called – that wasn’t Risa. It was feeling tedious to her.

Many freighter crews were messaging each other wondering what brought about the sudden change from the United Earth government. Demi logging in, but did not participate. She simply lurked while the conversation took place.

‘I heard they are planning a new offensive.’

‘Where?’

‘A major world of importance to the Romalins’

‘Romulans. Do you also call Klingons Klingots and Vulcans Vulcanians?’

‘I don’t think the UE government would do that. They have been stuck on send ship after ship to the Bassen Rift.’

‘You would think that the Andorian retreating would have been a big enough hint to not continue.’

‘Well, its true. Its bound to happen within the next few weeks.’

That cant be true. It was breaking news on ENN this morning that Starfleet relieved Captain Archer and his senior officers of duty. Captain Hernandez too.

‘Why?’

‘Apparently they objected to the military plans. They deemed it to be too controversial and “unStarfleet”.’

‘So who is taking over?’

‘MACOs, duh.’

‘Sure this isn’t another cover story?’

‘No reason to think so. Both Starfleet and Minister Samuels know that Captain Archer is more popular than either of them right now.’

‘Stories of him currently being a pariah are overblown.’

‘What about nepotism? Isn’t that how he got the job?’

‘I’ll have to get back to you on that, lol.’

Demi Jiang logged off with that last message, checked the date on her laptop, which read January 3, 2158, and resumed with her ship duties. She intended to write to her friends on the Fortunate and Horizon later, who wanted to coordinate strategy as how to best take down the Romulan space station.

***

The ECS Fortunate, ECS Horizon, ECS Tzu and the dozens of freighters that followed behind dropped out of warp, as they approached Galorndon Core, an inhospitable planet that was likely to be rich in resources for the Romulans to bother with it at all. Scans indicated that there was a space station constructed – with metallic petals protruding from it - protected by what appeared to be a much smaller version of the drone ships. Presumably a scout variant, as there was only one individual inside, the pilot; scans indicated that it wasn’t the Swarm-class scouts that the Romulans traditionally use according to intelligence reports, so to the freighter captains leading the charge, this was a new design. The station itself had no shields of its own, nor a cloaking device, and had minimal defenses, lacking photonic torpedoes ports and having only a single disrupter array. It was also currently the home of Chulak, a famous Romulan commander that was often compared to Napolean by those responsible for devising Earth’s strategy in the war. Destruction of this place would be an integral turning point in the war, as Earth officials believed that they did not stand a chance against Chulak in a fair fight. According to Starfleet Intelligence, he was just too good, having never encountered a no-win situation in his life, and he preferred to be in the thick of battles instead of being behind a desk in a luscious palace. He was rather old fashioned in that sense, which contributed to his legend. Why he was not the current ruler of Romulus was beyond the understanding of strategists on Earth.

The freighters proceeded to swarm the space base and the scout, firing all weapons. The scout vessel was taken by surprise and was overwhelms, never standing a chance to begin with. The station fired off a few shots, lightly damaging the ECS Tzu and a couple of other freighters. But it was too much for the Romulans on the station to handle, resulting in a quick and easy victory for Earth once the station was destroyed, taking Chulak with it. And one that was badly needed for Earth. The freighters then set a course to Deneva for repairs and refuelling.

***

The United Earth Stellar Navy and the MACO-commanded NX ships dropped out of warp, kilometers from Romulus, provoking a major battle to take place over the skies of the beautiful world. Eventually, the NX ships managed to get clear and precise targets and on the orders of Captain T. Ginwald and Captain Duvall, fired their atomic torpedoes, destroying both military and civilian targets alike. The atomic plooms filled the atmosphere, enough that both sides paused to watch instead of firing on one another. Enough nukes were launched at the surface to give the Romulans their own nuclear winter. Not to mention the hundred of thousands of lives that were immediately lost, and dozens of Romulan cities that were destroyed. The humans sent an audio message of their own: “Surrender or similar attacks will follow.” And then they warped out of the system, leaving the Romulans to dwell on what just transpired.

***

On Romulus, there was chaos in wake of the attack. The average Romulan citizen did not know what was happened or why it was happening to begin with. Although they were aware that the Romulan military was engaged in their usual campaigns, attacks on the Romulan homeworld were unprecedented. Despite the presence of the Tal Shiar, and enforcement of the caste system, life on Romulus was a life of privilege. An odd dichotomy – state induced fear and privilege – but they knew of no other way to live, as they were very far removed from the early days when Romulus was first colonized. It forced an emergency convening of the Senate, where a critical vote took place.

“…the humans failed to hit the capital city. But Praetor Bilius was still killed. He was at a rally of a disciple of his he was grooming to be the next Praetor when the city was vaporized by human atomic weapons. An emergency vote occurred in the Senate. Your peers have decided that you are to be the new Praetor, Senator Vrax. What are you orders?”

“Release my friend Admiral Valdore from prison. Romulus needs him right now.”
 
Chapter V

Praetor Vrax and Admiral Valdore were eating their lunches in the courtyard of the Praetor’s mansion. While Vrax seemed to be in good health, the same could not be said for Valdore. He had become dangerously skinny and had greying hair long before it should occur in any Romulan. The only thing about him that was recognizable to Vrax was his mind. But much like the rest of Romulus, they were both decorated in traditional mourning tattoos, as collectively as a species they were still grieving over the loss of life after the attack on their planet. The force field over the city the only thing protecting them while Romulan scientists worked to reverse the damage done.

“Who is in charge of the secret weapons division,” asked Valdore.

“Admiral T’zar, a former instructor at the Romulan Naval Academy. He is not a particularly well-liked admiral, and many have had the urge to report him to the Tal Shiar. But he did encourage the use of the telecapture device against the human menace. Which has brought us many victories.”

“Telecapturing? That ancient device? He’s not afraid of it breaking down? Is he going to bring back the grappler hook too, with its electromagnetic pulses?”

“T’zar as always been old fashioned. He dismissed your drone project in every academic paper on Romulus, claiming it as a small-minded idea that exposed and embarrassed all Romulans. He made similar claims about the invisibility shield the Tal Shiar attempted years ago when the humans made first contact with us. He had never been receptive to the idea that such technology is the future.”

“If Romulus is doing so great, the why am I needed? Why not let me continue to rot, for failing in my duties to the empire?”

“You never let the humans reach out homeworld, enabling them to attack it and kill millions of our people in an atomic apocalypse, Praetor Bilius included. T’zar is a small-minded fool, as was Bilius! These fools also managed to get our greatest commander Chulak killed by assigning him to a poorly defended space station, costing the empire yet another region of strategic importance in the process! It’s a wonder that we haven’t alienated the Barolians and the Corvallens and lost our trade routes with them in the process, due to their poor leadership. Your failures don’t look so terrible in hindsight.”

“Chulak is dead?!?” replied a surprised Valdore. Valdore was taken under Commander Chulak’s wing and every bit of knowledge about the Romulan military came from him when he served alongside him in the Romulan Guard. He sat in silence for a moment for the Romulan legend, before resuming the conversation where they last left off.

“Didn’t the Andorians and Tellarites start working together for the first time ever due to my drone program?”

“The Andorians and Tellarites have been conspicuously absent from the conflict, despite being allied with the humans. The alliance is not as strong as we thought.”

Valdore suddenly leaned over and vomited. He was not feeling well, and yet, his friend, senator turned Praetor of all Romulans, wanted to discuss the ongoing conflict.

“I need medical attention,” he replied, breathing heavily.

“And you shall get it, only the very best for you. But I need you to come up with a plan to retaliate against the humans. The attack on Romulus must not go unanswered.”

“Well, I will need star charts, and a list of commanders in charge of all Romulan and Reman platoons. I will also need to have access to all ongoing refits and weapons research plans. I will also need to relocate to the Vorkado system and meet with the Tal Shiar in the secret Senate chambers in that system in regards to building an armada. I will also need you to make an important announcement and request a ceasefire…

***

Spring Equinox, 2159. It had been a year since the conflict between Earth and Romulus came to a halt. There was initial skepticism at first on Earth, as no peace treaty was signed and many of the ships remained in their military patrols. The Romulans made no effort to continue talks with Earth about a formal peace treaty; it was simply an armistice. The Vulcans were also still on high alert for Romulan spies, despite the controversy it bred. But normalcy eventually returned to United Earth and its colonies. Freighter routes were resuming, this time with Freedom-class and Pioneer-class vessels as their escorts for most, but not all, Earth freighters. Construction of NX-class ships were resumed, with the purpose of resuming exploration missions. Plans for more starbases were coming up in discussion again, this time in hopes with collaborating with the Tellarite Mining Consortium to divvy up resources. New ship classes were designed and launched; Minuteman-class, which served as both a destroyer and as a biohazard transport vessel; Poseidon-class, another destroyer vessel; Strider-class, which was a scout vessel; and Yorktown class, which was a battleship. The only significant changes involved Mars formally separating from United Earth and declaring independence, which in turn led to the Coalition of Planets to fall apart at well. The argument that Archer made to Soval in his debriefing in the aftermath of the Xindi crisis years earlier was repeated, but on a much grander scale and said by others figures in Starfleet and the media in place of Archer: humanity got more help from the Andorians that from the rest of the council members. The only difference from Archer was that humanity was much kinder towards the Vulcans due to their efforts to root out Romulan operatives. And such complaints were strong enough to drive a wedge between Earth and the rest of the Coalition members.

Andorian pledged to remain loyal to Earth. Tellar, not wanting to upset the peace it created with Andoria, continued to trade with them. But all the other planets went their separate way, including Denobula, which had strongly objected to the use of atomic weaponry on Romulus, and the way that the MACOs used such weapons. Even the Klingons chided humans - specifically Captain Archer - over their use of atomic weaponry once word of the event got to them, proclaiming used of such weapons on civilians was done only by cowards and those without honor, as it’s a line that Klingons had never crossed before in their entire history.

And then the radio silence from the Romulans was finally broken in March. It started with communication with Neptune -class ships going dark, followed by Jupiter Station and the asteroid colonies. Then the Verteron Array on Mars fired at Earth, creating much confusion in the Sol system. And the confusion soon turned to clarity, by the sounds of disrupter fire, photonic torpedoes and the howl of a new model of the Romulan’s signature Bird of Prey, with everyone on Earth ducking for cover as the ships swooped over them. Like they were being attacked by actual birds…
 
Chapter VI

“Captain’s starlog, April 29th, 2159

“It has been a month since I postponed my wedding reception on Risa for an urgent return to Earth due to devastating surprise attack from the Romulans. It began when a Romulan subroutine hijacked the Verteron Array, destroying Starfleet Command and cutting a swath through California. Initial confusion led many to believe that it was an attack from Martian isolationist extremists. From there, the Romulans arrived in what appears to be a new type of Bird of Prey that was undetectable on long range sensors and opened fire, on both the defending ships and …Earth. They managed to hit virtually every major city on Earth, and Reman ground troops were beamed to the surface to open fire on the population. It took both United Earth Security and the United Earth Military weeks to take out every Reman troop on the planet, who refused to surrender or be taken alive. In rare instances, the United Earth Military required the help of farmers in more rural districts to root out the Remans. The Romulans even managed to drop a couple of atomic weapons on Earth, destroying the city of Leningrad. Minster Samuels has been killed, as have the majority of his cabinet and many other key United Earth government officials, leaving Minister of War Sora Johnston as the designated survivor. And bridge officers Hoshi Sato and Malcolm Reed have been reported to have lost family members in the attack.

“It’s not just Sato and Reed. Every member of my crew has lost someone significant to them. Family members, friends, mentors, personal heroes, significant others… the toll is staggering to comprehend. Numerous landmarks have been desecrated. Even Madame Chang’s and the 602 Club were not safe from the attack. Although the tally has not stopped, reports put it at 31 million lives lost.

“It was not just Earth that was hit that day. Alpha Centauri, Vega, and Deneva colonies were struck in the exact same manner. And freighters on route to their destinations were destroyed in the standard Romulan Triad attacks, including the ECS Horizon. All hands were lost, including my former helmsman Travis Mayweather. Some freighters tried to outrun the Romulans, but ran out of gas, allowing the Romulans to catch up to them and unleash their volleys at them. But the Romulans did not just strike humans. Romulan spies programmed subroutines on Vulcan, Andoria and Tellar Prime, creating planet wide blackouts. Then, under the guise of a damage Vulcan ship – that turned out to be an advanced version of the drone ships – beamed Romulan troops to shoot at their targets in the dark. Ambassador Soval was listed among the casualties on Vulcan. Even the Remans got in on the attacks on other worlds, as crude remakes of the Xindi probe were used on Rigel, Coridan, and Denobula. In the case of Coridan, it ignited the dilithium on the planet, killing millions on both sides of their civil war, including the Coridan Chancellor and the leader of the rebels. And on Denobula, the attack disrupted the Denobulan-Antaran peace conference, killing a significant number of Phlox’s extended family in the process. Estimates place the total loss of life on Denobula has the undisputed highest death toll, with over nine hundred million lost.

“And even worse are that my worst fears are confirmed: that this was in response to the nuclear attack on the Romulan homeworld, which both my wife Erika and I had warned the United Earth government against doing. An audio message delivered by the Romulan Praetor himself and the Admiral that took responsibility for the attacks confirmed it, where they closed their message warning that the war would never end until Earth and her allies were exterminated.

“There are now calls for an unprecedented retaliation for the callous and coordinated attack.”


Archer entered the room of now United Earth Minister Sora Johnston. The nurses tending to her left the room, as Archer walked to her bedside.

“What do you remember?”

“I was jogging on the Golden Gate Bridge as the sun was rising over San Francisco. Just as a I finished crossing, I saw a stream hit Starfleet Command and watched it cut through Golden Gate and all the way through San Francisco, hitting Starfleet Headquarters in the process. Like everyone else, I had thought that Martian isolationist extremists were behind it. The next thing I knew, a volley of photonic torpedos hit the towers of the Golden Gate bridge, and those green Romulan ships were overhead with their damn signature birds on their hulls, firing at everything in and around San Francisco. I tried to run for cover, but a photonic torpedo blast knocked me back and then unconscious. That’s the last thing I remember.”

“Golden Gate Bridge is in the San Francisco Bay now, both its towers heavily damaged. The planned solar panel updates for it have been put on hold indefinitely. Even Alcatraz Island took some damage. Only the streetcars by some miracle managed to escape unscathed.”

Archer turn and walked to the window, looking at the damaged San Francisco skyline.

“The Romulans left when the Verteron Array came back on line under human control. They weren’t expecting it to be used as a weapon against them, much less destroy some of their ships. The Romulan carriers that brought these new Birds of Prey have been traced to the Vorkado system. My crew and the other NX ship weren’t able to enter the system due to how heavily fortified it was on our mission. That should be our first target for retaliation.”

Archer continued to stare out the window.

“For someone who is rather knowledgeable of 20th and 21st century history, I’m surprised you did not take the concept of blowback into consideration. Since that was what this attack was. When you senselessly greenlighted that attack on Romulus. I’m not sure how you convinced Samuels to go along with it. But he did not need to pay the highest price. Neither did Soval. Nobody did, on Earth or anywhere else.”

“Samuels and I made a decision to end the war as quickly as possible. Targeting military facilities weren’t going to cut it, as we don’t know how many facilities they truly have, even with your recon mission. But we knew where their home planet was. Where their seat of government was…”

“Romulans are not like humans. At first glance they might seem like some of our more primitive ancestors a century ago, where atomic warfare will end conflict and force them to re-evaluate their way of life altogether, but that’s not who they are. Romulans are defined by warlike behaviour, and treachery, and slavery, and xenophobia, and deceit. They punish those that extend an olive branch, and are secretive to an incomparable degree. They are also extremely territorial. They are more arrogant than the most prideful Andorian and more stubborn than the most headstrong Tellarite. There is a lot of fear on the client worlds that are controlled by Romulus. I can only image the fear and mistrust on their home planet and living with that on a day-to-day basis.”

Archer then walked back towards her.

“You took a conflict that was confined to only a couple of sectors and brought it to the entire Alpha Quadrant. Everywhere I walk on Earth, everyone is shellshocked. They weren’t prepared for this. The effects of this attack are going to last generations. I can already see the tent cities going up and I know where that road leads.”

“Sir?”

“Tent cites lead towards Sanctuary Districts. Many of the men that served with my great-grandfather during the Eugenics Wars ended up in such places. One of them ended up right around the corner, in Sanctuary District B. It has since been torn down and replaced with the Andorian Consulate. The other one is a memorial to the riots that took place there. To those that brought to light the terrible conditions in such places. I don’t want to go back one hundred and forty years in the past. I want the people of today to get better care.”

“I will see to that Jonathan.”

“Do you know how the Romulans were able to nuke one of our cities without sensors knowing about it?”

“Even while I am in this room, I still get my United Earth Minister Daily Briefings. The theory going around is that the atomic missiles the Romulans used on Leningrad were on a timed cloaked as they entered the atmosphere. It takes a sick and twisted mind to come up with something like that, which it sounds like the Romulan Admiral that was the architect of this plan was. It seems that those weapons were the exceptions. It seems like we managed to destroy any Romulan ship that may have carried similar armaments.”

“What else does that briefing tell you?”

“Some Vega colonists are choosing to resettle in the Altair system and start over. Colonists on Ceti Alpha V are going to abandon that fledgling colony permanently altogether. Even though they evaded Romulan bombardment, and been around for only a couple months, they don’t feel safe there. Alpha Centauri is making plans follow in the footsteps of Mars and secede from United Earth. They feel we failed them in providing security from such a surprise attack, and plan to extend membership to the other colony worlds. Tyburn has reaffirmed their neutrality, and that they were right to abstain from the Romulan conflict. Also, a number of trade routes overseen by the Earth Cargo Authority have been disrupted indefinitely, which will be a boon to not just rival trade organizations, but pirates as well. Terraforming projects have been suspended across Sol, which will put people out of work. Deneva hates my guts as much as the Romulans and are calling for my arrest, and a controversial case in my personal history to be reopened. And my Minister of the Environment that I just appointed has just resigned.”

“Seems to me you have a lot on your plate, in addition to learning on the job.”

“I need to know if you are up to continuing to serve.” Johnston brough up some files on her PADD while Archer stared at her.

“I have the medical reports from Starfleet Medical, when they did the emergency assessment for you and your crew upon completion of your assignment. There are reports than you have had nightmares of T’Pol being split in two in a transporter accident, revealing a Romulan version of herself. From there, you engaged in a cat and mouse game with her on your ship, as the Romulan version of T’Pol was trying to kill you. And then you had a subsequent nightmare where this same altered version of T’Pol first shot you in the back while you were delivering a speech at an auditorium, and then again as she stood over you.

“There is another analysis that suggests that you were visited by a futuristic version of yourself – the Suliban’s benefactor from the future – who explained the true reason that he saved your life and your crew back in 2151 from a warp accident. As the absence of you and your crew from history past 2151 led to a devastating war from beginning in the 2380s between the Romulans and the Federation, a war that lasted for a century which rendered space travel by warp drive impossible. And this war was so devastating that it was the catalyst for the construction of timeships and time portals. Which paved the way for some event called the Temporal Cold War. Am I reading this right?”

“That one wasn’t a dream. That was a real event! Not a particularly fun one. I have had more fun time travel missions than that.”

“I share the viewpoint of the Vulcan Science Directorate that time travel isn’t possible, Jon. Not sure how he is you…”

“He is the Archer that comes from the timeline where I was the second deep space captain and my late friend A.G. was the first. And in the timeline he is from, Earth lost the war with the Romulans after Chulak became Praetor and started the war years earlier. And by the time the Earth of that timeline liberated themselves from the Romulans, they began referring to themselves as a Terran Republic and embraced xenophobia and amorality as a way of life. He has been manipulating events in this timeline to make sure those events did not happen through the Suliban. That includes me being the first captain, and whether or not I survive a number of life-or-death situations. He is gifted in seeing how various timelines unfolds with each change, and has been trying to create what he calls ‘the best timeline’ for Earth. The current timeline is tied with me dying on Rigel X when I was bringing Klaang back to Qonos. Apparently, me being erased from the timeline altogether has…unforeseen consequences.”

Johnston shook her head with her eyes closed, not wanting to think about temporal mechanics at his particular moment, and continued on. “The reports also suggest that you have two memories that operate like they belong to two different brains. One where you continued on your recon mission in Romulan space, and another with remembers you and your crew crashing on a remote moon somewhere after a series of flashes that are comparable to flash photography after encountering an unidentified lifeform that was simply described as gelatinous. It was after this encounter that the nightmares began. A Vulcan ship sent to investigate even found wreckage of the NX-01 in the same location that you have your encounter with the space creature that caused it. As well as the bodies of you and your crew.”

“What are you trying to say? That I’m not who I say I am? That I am just a copy of someone that has been dead for months? They said the same things about the transporter.”

“I am saying its possible that you have been psychologically compromised. It’s the same for every other member of your crew. Unique nightmares, dual memories. Commander Tucker had a reoccurring nightmare of being powerless to stop a damaged NX-01 from crashing and exploding in an atomic explosion on a class M planet. Commander T’Pol’s involved her being on a Vulcan barge with trellium-D addicts. Lt. Sato had a reoccurring nightmare of encountering an alternate version of herself hunting down all the Hoshi Satos from other universes. Dr. Phlox’s involved him being in command of the NX-01, commanding a version of the crew that was the living dead. It goes on and on. It’s a phenomenon unique only to your crew. There is no precedence for it anywhere in the medical databases.”

“Well, that is nonsense. My crew and I can still serve Starfleet. But I would like us to serve in a way that does not compromise our morals or our ethics. We are not like you, who is comfortable making questionable decisions on seemingly a regular basis.”

“I do my best to craft the best war policy, to end this conflict as soon as possible. Its not going to make anyone happy, both the war hawks and the pacifists.”

“This was not the mission I, or anyone else in Starfleet, signed up for. What we had originally signed up for was a mission of peaceful exploration, to visit the known and unknown wonders of the galaxy. To befriend new species and explore new and different cultures. Not to settle differences by blowing a crater into other species that disagree with us. We envisioned a much brighter and more positive future than this.”

“I will find you and your crew something. Where are you going?”

“I am going to pay Chef a visit in Iowa to see if he wants to come back to Enterprise. Then my crew is going to be part of a benefit dinner with Trip’s family in Florida. My schedule is rather busy.” Archer then left the room, leaving Johnston to be tended by the nurse taking care of her.

“Captain’s starlog, supplemental.

“Having walked back and forth through the halls of San Francisco Medical Center, past the staff that were in their scrubs and surgeon masks. And the wounded that littered the hallways, to the point that I was regularly stepping over unconscious bodies. I recognized that they all had the same expressions on their faces: dazed, confused, fearful, anxious, hesitant. An entire population that has been shellshocked due to a species that had vengeance on their minds, with the effects likely to linger for years, possibly the rest of their lives.

“After six weeks on Earth to assist with the recovery efforts, my crew and I have since been dispatched to Coridan by Minister Johnston, where both sides have agreed to a truce to help deal with the recurring Romulan threat after the Reman probe attack on their world. They want to help Earth build warp seven starships on a massive scale, and have already constructed a Warp Seven Complex on the planet. T’Pol won’t be joining us though, as she has a plan of her own to get Vulcan more active in the conflict.”


***

T’Pau sat in the dimly lit office was what remained of the former headquarters of the High Command. She was focused on the room looked like, instead of looking outside, which offered the same view as yesterday, and the day before that. A Vulcan city that while remained standing was heavily damaged.

A knock was then heard. T’Pau signaled for the visitor to enter, and T’Pol walked into the office.

T’Pau got from behind her desk to greet her.

“It is agreeable to see you.”

“I am here on important business for United Earth. There is a plan being formulated to defeat the Romulans. And we need you to bring the Vulcans into the war.”

“No. Vulcan cannot get involved.”

“Looking at the state of Vulcan, it is already involved.”

A pause filled the room. Without speaking, T’Pol knew that T’Pau held Earth as being just as responsible as the Romulans for the attack on Vulcan, since it was in response for Earth’s attack on Romulus. T’Pau was just being rather polite in her nonanswer. T’Pol resumed speaking.

“Your leadership has been inert at a critical time, for both Earth and Vulcan, and countless of other species.”

“You are asking me to violate a key principle. I am still a Syrrannite, and I still follow Surak’s teachings. Non-violence is a key principle. And as long as I am leading Vulcan, those values shall be reflected throughout society.”

Seeing that attempting to debate T’Pau over this would be a dead end, T’Pol decided to explain what she had in mind.

“I propose a switch.”

“A switch?” replied a curious T‘Pau.

“I will take your place, and issue the call to arms to unite with Earth over the Romulan threat that you cannot do. You will take my place onboard the Enterprise as first officer and science office. No one will notice on Vulcan as you are rarely seen out in public. And the crew of the Enterprise can be trusted to keep a secret.”

“What is to come of my husband, Koss?”

“He will be allowed to live with you on the Enterprise. Although it would be better for him to remain on Vulcan, to make your disappearance inconspicuous.”

“And how you I know that you won’t just keep the position?”

“As long as you don’t die, that won’t be likely.”

T’Pau sighed before responding. “No, your plan not well thought out. Earth is quite capable of defeating the Romulans, and have the Andorians and Tellarites to help them. If they want me to make arrangements with the Klingons or the Vissians for them to assist in future campaigns, I will. But Vulcan must stay out of the conflict.”

“The plan has already been approved by Admiral Douglas-”

“I cannot do what you are asking me to do.”

T’Pol then took the phase pistol out of its holster and pointed it at T’Pau, who froze when she stood.

“Show maturity, T’Pol”

“I went through my Kahs-wan many years ago.” T’Pol kept the phase pistol pointed at T’Pau. “I need you to reconsider. The Klingons, while great warriors, are too unpredictable. And the Vissians have pledged to remain neutral during the conflict and haven’t wavered even after the recent attacks. Millions will die if Vulcan does not get on board with the proposal.”

“Millions have died already. You are letting your emotions for the humans cloud your judgment.”

“And you are letting your principle regarding pacifism cloud yours in the face of a grave threat.”

“Your proposal is denied! Look somewhere else!”

“It must be Vulcan!”

“Ponfo miran!”

A phase pistol shot rang out. T’Pau groaned and crumpled backwards to the ground, as T’Pol stood over her, wielding the phase pistol. A Vulcan quickly came running in.

“What happened here?” asked Kuvak, the Vulcan Foreign Minister.

“T’Pau and I had a disagreement,” replied T’Pol. “Don’t worry, she was only stunned. But it is of great urgency that the idea I have in mind is followed though.”
 
Chapter VII

“I expected a more exciting career in electronics warfare.”

“Its best that you stayed home from the attack of the home planet of the humans, D’deridex. They are just waking up a sleeping giant with such a response. These humans sound a lot more noble than most Romulans today. I would love to meet one of them someday.” The female took a sip of her ale and resumed the conversation. “What were they teaching at the Naval Academy around the time you graduated?”

“Dear sister, I was supposed to be learning about scrambling visuals, jamming signals, hacking into other vessels and using Romulan subroutines to manipulate the vessel in a variety of ways. Basically, play mind games with whoever is deemed the enemy by the Praetor. But they added random courses on ‘sarcastic text-based communications’, and ‘how to wage intense flame wars’. None of this has any practical use.”

“So basically, your position isn’t valued at all, or taken as seriously as it should be? Another sign our empire is currently in decline. Such courses would never have been okayed in the glory days of the empire, if all of my interactions with the elder class are correct.”

“I was sure that there was an adversary out there for me, the thrill of a rival that can challenge me and push me to do my best.

“You need to be more active in politics and statecraft if that what you seek, brother. You won’t ever find it serving in the Romulan Navy.”

“But my career can still put me on track to being in command.”

“They won’t ever give you a command of your own. Your beard puts them off too much. It makes you look like a Klingon. Which mean they think you think like a Klingon. Or at least the stereotype of one.”

“Remember how they took our mother away?”

“She was sympathetic to the efforts to transform the Empire back into a Republic, which wen against Romulan values. The empire is supposed to expand, not stagnate, which I agree with. Our mother was in the wrong.”

“It also caused out father to spend his remain days drinking nothing but ale.”

“Which is ironic, considering how our mother was a prohibitionist.”

“Why endanger yourself?”

“I am pushing for more rights. Romulan women can do more than remain in the business and religious worlds.”

“I am sympathetic to what you want to do, as Romulan leadership has been lacking during my lifetime. But I think maintaining the status quo, during the war effort, would be best.”

“Between the horrible attacks unleashed onto our people, and the uncalled acts of vengeance toward our brethren Vulcans and their allies, I think it is time for a change.”

“And where are you going to find support for the change?”

“Qowat Milat.”

D’deridex’s raised is eyebrows in surprise. “You are a member of that group?!”

“At least in the Qowat Milat, I have an actual name – Tu’pel. I am just “that person” or “woman” or whatever term they come up with in every other area of Romulan society. I remain nameless to them, therefore have no identity, like they are interacting with some Reman. Meanwhile, men like you are allowed to have up to three different names!”

“You are on a dangerous path. If the Tal Shiar finds out that you are working against core pillars of Romulan society…”

“If you want me to be safe, then change how everything works on Romulus. The evidence is all around you that things need to change. Be the reformer I know you are.”

“It would be better if you found a way to escape.”

“I have heard enough stories of mothers escaping Romulus by the skin of their teeth, only for the Tal Shiar to catch up to them and give them the harshest punishment, to know that is a terrible idea. It would be better if you joined the Senate and changed Romulus for the better.”

“You want me to be to end up like Chulak?”

“What is wrong with being like Chulak? His ideas were, and still are, revolutionary for Romulus. Unifying the Praetor and ProConsul into a new position. Expanded rights for Romulan women, resulting in automatic parity with men everywhere. Expanded rights for client species. Removal of the caste system altogether. Abolishing the Tal Shiar. Less secrecy and isolationism. More openness and diplomacy. Everything today is so…backwards and regressive. There hasn’t even been an empress in centuries.”

“And the Romulan leadership thought he was going to bring a reign of terror to the empire. There is a reason we haven’t had someone like Chulak in fifteen years. And he spent his final days on a poorly defended space station over an inhospitable world.”

“Yes. Most Romulans lack ambition. That is the way the Praetors wants it.” D’deridex’s sister then poured herself another glass of Romulan ale.

***

“Fire,” commanded Captain Ramirez.

The forces of Earth, from the Earth Cargo Service, and the United Earth Staller Navy, fired their long range atomic torpedoes at the Romulan forces as the other end of the Bassen Rift. The torpedoes struck their targets, destroying the telecapturing devices and several Romulan vessels, leaving the Romulans vulnerable to attack. And as the Romulans vessels in the Rift did not carry atomic weaponry compared to their Earth counterparts, they immediately retreated to Charon, choosing to call for reinforcements. Earth forces finally won in the Bassen Rift, but the war was not over yet. From here, the goal was to place photonic mine the entire Bassen Rift, to make it impossible to wage anymore battles in that region of space.

***

“Crewman’s starlog, July 22, 2159. The new fleet of Daedalus class ships have launched from the Berengaria VII shipyards, and are ready for their first real world test. We are headed to the Vorkado system, which is a place that is both of strategic importance and sensitive to the Romulan Empire. Our success here will embolden Starfleet and their allies to make a final push into Romulan space to bring about a proper end to this now over three-year war. After the success we had in the Bassen Rift earlier this year, I can feel that this conflict is nearing its end.”

Crewman Ortega looked at the list of ships that were on route to Vorkado. USS Archon…USS Ares…USS Bonaventure…USS Bozeman…USS Buckaroo Bonzai…USS Charybdis…USS Constellation…USS Constitution…USS Corsair…USS Currie…USS Defiant…USS Discovery…USS Eagle Valley…USS Essex…USS Fortunate…USS Frontier…USS Galaxy…USS Gardner…USS Hokule’a…USS Horizon… USS Keene… USS Khan’s Wrath…USS Kumari…USS Lord Nelson…USS Mariposa…USS Mayweather…USS Miranda…USS North Star…USS Reliant…USS Republic…USS Sao Paulo…USS Sovereign…USS Stiles…USS Ticonderoga…USS Valiant. All ships were reinforced with double hulls and modernized metallurgy, which would give the vessels a greater fighting chance against the Romulan, regardless if they were outnumbered three to one, five to one, or ten to one. And the shields that the Andorians gave them helped to give them a greater edge too.

Crewman Ortega was assigned to the USS Spartan, bringing his time at Starbase Two to an end. In came Captain Pine and MACO Major Balthazar Edison, who were engaged with a discussion with each other.

“…Malurians have offered their services to help gather intelligence, as even they don’t like the Romulans after their attacks across the Alpha Quadrant. The Romulan Empire have created enemies in every corner of the Alpha and Beta Quadrant due to their attacks of Earth and non-aligned planets. Now, as I way saying, Malurian spies believes it to be where the Romulans government could retreat if their homeworld was ever to be conquered by an outside force. And significant mining and shipyard for even bigger Romulans ships are currently being developed here. It is believed that the Reman probes were launched from here, and where the Romulans constructed those new Bird of Prey space carriers that were present during the attack on Earth. Vorkado is also believed to hold religious significance to them as well, although intelligence is a bit dodgy on that bit. While a blockade would be effective, the Romulans are expected to fight, so we have to be ready to fight back. It is believed that striking a blow here could cause them to stretch their lines thin, as they won’t be able to defend Vorkado, Bassen Rift, and Romulus at once” stated a rather informed Captain Pine

“And they only sent thirty-five of us?” replied Maj. Edison.

“There are supposed to be hundreds of ships en route to Vorkado from Coridan, while several dozen with be joining up with Earth and allied forces for a push in the Cheron system. The Romulans don’t have as big an empire as they attempt to present. And it is believed that they will not be able to withstand a second battle over Romulus.”

“Do we have to be carrying atomic weapons? Couldn’t we have asked the Vissians for more advanced weaponry?”

“I would love to get my hand on those quantumic torpedoes and transphase missiles they have. Or even those hyrdo bombs that can render a planet uninhabitable if planted in an active volcano. But the Vissians chose to remain neutral in the conflict. I get we should be grateful they did not side with the Romulans, although this war would have been over long ago if the Vissians were by our side. We can thank Commander Tucker for that. In fact I did, and he received the black eye to prove it.”

“You don’t know the whole story on that situation,” as Ortega interjected himself into the conversation.

“You have never met a Vissian,” replied Captain Pine.

“Yes I have. A few days after I came onboard Enterprise, the ship hit an series of unusually strong tachyon eddies that launched us ten, twenty lightyears in a matter of seconds. We came in so fast that we grazed the nacelle of a Vissian spaceliner, damaging it. Shortly thereafter, the spaceliner exploded, and over a thousand lives were instantly lost. Archer was remorseful for the accident, once we analyzed the Vissian ship’s black box and learned what happened on their end, but it turned out to be a turning point for improved relations with the Vissians.”

“What happened?”

“Long story short, the Vissians weren’t as angry as you would think when they learned of it. They seemed very forgiving of the accident, and the Vissians even went through the trouble to protect us from a pair of Klingon Warbirds, took ‘em down in one shot.

“But how? Didn’t a bunch of cogenitors die?”

“The family of the cogenitor who’s death that Tucker was blamed for was put on trial for her death, after Tucker was deemed to be in the clear by a Vissian inquiry of the incident, although Tucker himself was not present for that inquiry. The death of a single cogenitor managed to create turmoil on a societal level. They told him that themselves, but advised us to steer clear of Vissian space for now. Best not to judge Commander Tucker. Vissian society, while generally friendly to humans, is very complex and touchy when it comes to the topic of cogenitors.”

“So, Tucker is responsible for the death of one even though that was not his intent and the Vissians are angry. But Archer and the rest of the crew kills a bunch of cogenitors by accident and they were okay with it?!?”

“They weren’t okay with it. But they were understanding that it was an accident. Views regarding cogenitors tend to be quite varied on Vissia.” Ortega turned back towards the screen in the briefing room. “If anything, you owe Commander Tucker an apology.”

“Speaking of Archer, shouldn’t he and his crew be joining us on this mission anyways?” asked Edison.

“They are part of a task force that is pursuing a rogue Vulcan scientist named T’Uerell, who has been assisting the Romulans in infecting other planets with toxins. One of her targets was Earth, and she already infected entire star systems in Epsilon Theta, Encaria, & Tyburn, who are unaligned with anyone in this conflict. She is leading a group of Vulcan defectors and her last known heading was towards the Romulan border. The vessels she is on has already destroyed a Vulcan science outpost during their exodus, leaving no survivors. Columbia, Atlantis and Endeavour are escorting separate medical convoys to those systems. Besides, Archer’s ship would be no match for the amount of Romulan ships believed to be present in Vorkado,” replied the captain.

A message then came over the comm. “Captain, we are approaching the Vorkado system.”

“Go to tactical alert, Commander Monahan” responded Captain Pine. The tactical alert then sounded off, as crewmembers scrambled to their posts.

***

The lead Bird of Prey fired a direct energy weapon to detonate a fired photonic torpedo and created a photonic shockwave, forcefully knocking the lead Daedalus ships off course. The other Romulan vessels followed suit and used the same tactics until all the Daedalus-class vessel were dispersed and no longer in a unified formation, enabling the Romulans ships an easier path to assault them. The USS Spartan was in significant trouble, as the shockwave knocked systems offline and sent the ship veered towards an uninhabited moon. The ship then proceeded to make a crash landing, tumbling over itself many times, sending crewmembers flying inside, and sparks to shoot out of consoles as the ship vented atmosphere in breached sections. The vessel then briefly skidded onto the surface before eventually came to a halt. An automated message from a masculine voice then echoed throughout the ship.

“Warning, all primary systems are offline. All personnel are to abandon ship immediately. Warp core failure underway. Abandon ship.”

Crewman Ortega managed to crawl out from under the rubble. Maj. Edison and a female science officer – Commander Alyssa Monahan - were the only other ones that had made it back to their feet. They were struggling to remove a damaged bulkhead. Once they succeed, they motioned for Ortega to follow them through the Jefferies tube, leaving their dead crewmates behind. The trio crawled, as the science officer lead the way, as the same automatic message repeated itself over and over again. the trip eventually reached their destination, kicked the bulkhead away, and dropped through the ceiling. They then went to the lockers and took out EV suits and put them on. They then managed to force open the docking hatch and walked on the hull of the ship towards cargo bay three, walking past all the other crewmembers below them. In a sense, it was a selfish act, not something that was been a common occurrence during the war against the Romulan Empire. But the trio had a goal in mind and did not want anyone to slow them down.

Edison and Ortega proceed to cut a hole into the cargo bay, while the Commander Monahan looked above, watching the battle unfold with bluish clouds in the background. Some Daedalus ships managed to right themselves and started fighting back against the Romulans; a couple of Daedalus ships were destroyed, but many more Romulan ships were destroyed. No one could hear the ongoing battle above, as this was space after all, although if they could, they would hear the almost futuristic sounds the new phase cannons made from the Daedalus ships. Monahan had to settle for looking at the light blue phase cannon streams instead. The trio jumped in and a short time later, drove out in a buggy, driving on the moon surface, aiming to get as far away from the ship before it blew. Edison activated the distress signal that was a part of the buggy, as they drove away from the damaged USS Spartan. Which then exploded on the moon and sent a shockwave on the moon, flipping the buggy over and the trio out of the buggy, while simultaneously blocking their vision with a dust storm.

All three trio members and the buggy went flying into space. Ortega pressed some buttons on the wrist of his EV suit, sparking booster to come online. He gathered stability and then floated around, watching the battle take place. Everyone’s shields were up, meaning no one could transport him onto their ship. It also meant that he had to spend his time dodging missed phase cannon and torpedo fire, as being hit by either would spell certain death for him. All while keeping an eye on his oxygen levels. And incoming vessels to avoid being hit by one that flew by.

Eventually, a shockwave knocked Crewman Ortega hard into a Daedalus ship, cracking his helmet. A Romulan destroyer then proceeded to blow a hole nearby, forcing crewmembers to be blown out into space. Ortega made an effort to get to the damaged part of the ship and managed to crawl instead the damaged vessel. He then took out the phase pistol and shot at the door. He forced it open, then closed it back. He then crumpled into a heap onto the ground, unaware as to what came next…

***

Crewman Ortega awoke in sickbay, his head intensely throbbing.

“Easy there,” as a member of the medical team tended to him. “Everything will be all right.”

Ortega turn his head to vaguely see Maj. Edison get up from his bed and leave sickbay. He appeared to make it back okay, although he was not sure how. Ortega did not see the female science officer and had know idea if she was alive or dead. The ship shook, hit by more weapons fire presumably, and he passed out again…

He woke back up, to see an admiral taking to physicians. The admiral then approached Ortega while he lay on the bed. Ortega glanced at his darkened face and moustache and then his name patch on his uniform: Douglas. His rank suggested that he was an admiral.

“You have done good son. The Romulan barrier strategy is collapsing as we speak. The war is beginning to rapidly turn in our favour, to the point that strategists are now saying that the war will be over by the beginning of next year. When you are in better shape, join me on the Nimitz.”

Admiral Douglas then left his bed to talk to another patient. The Nimitz? That means reinforcements arrived didn’t they, and the tide has turned as a result, Ortega though to himself. Coming to terms that he had been out for hours and managed to survive the battle without doing much in it, he took his attention toward the ceiling and stared at the bright lights above.
 
Chapter VIII

The T’liss flew out of the maw of the Romulan carrier. The carrier itself was modeled after a ship in the Earth database – they called it a Wisp ship – and like that ship, it was over five hundred metres long. Although unlike that carrier, it could not go to warp six, and its signature could be detected, as like with all Romulan ship, it was powered by boridium. The Romulans were unable to replicate the organic components that made up the warp drive of that Wisp ship. But they liked the space inside, since it could carry five Birds of Prey at once, and could carry a crew complement of over four hundred centurions. The T’liss and another Bird of Prey called the Pharsalus left that Romulan carrier – called the Actium – behind for their special assignment. To rendezvous with Dr. T’urell and the other Vulcan defectors, as well as three Romulan cargo ships, and escort them across the Romulan border. And it was an urgent matter, as the Vulcan defectors were being pursued by various Earth vessels, due to the toxins the Suurok-class vessel carried on board. So, both the T’liss and the Pharsalus went to the highest sublight speeds possible.

The T’liss and the Pharsalus dropped out of sublight. They found that the Earth ships had surrounded the Selaya II and a Romulan cargo ship. Scans showed that two other cargo vessels had been destroyed; the Earth ships were clearly responsible.

“Open a channel to the lead Earth ship,” ordered the T’liss commander. The helmsman pressed some buttons on the console.

“This is Commander V’Rak of the RSE T’liss. Who is making the incursion into Romulan space? Identify yourselves!”

“This is Captain Jonathon Archer, of the United Earth Starship, Enterprise. We have impounded this vessel and detained its crew, and are preparing to bring the Seleya II back to Vulcan.”

V’Rak eyes widened, and then resumed speaking.

“Captain Archer, I have heard about you and your ship. I must let you know that you are a personal hero to me.”

“Really? How so?” replied a skeptical Archer.

“You were responsible for the imprisonment of then-Senator Vrax and Admiral Valdore, after destroying those drone ships several years ago. I had personally advised Valdore to use those drones instead as apart of a false flag attack against an empty Romulan starbase, to stir up a call to arms and the empire would invade and conquer Vulcan and all Earth territories. And then he would be in the good graces of those above him. But Valdore, as well as Vrax, as usual were unable to see the bigger picture, and chose to simply drive a wedge between the various powers, which clearly and inevitably backfired. He, of course failed, and he went away, along with all of his various projects. But then your species radiated our homeworld, removing our bumbling fool of a Praetor, Bilius, allowing the both of them to have more influence that ever”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told the Klingons. I had nothing to do with that! I even opposed the mission, on the basis that innocent lives would be lost, and briefly lost command over it! And it would not have happened in the first place if your species did not attack us to begin with!”

“My apologies captain. This whole conflict is due to who was Praetor at the start of this all. I’m sure you have heard of the great Commander Chulak?”

“How could I forget?” Archer replied in a sarcastic tone.

“Everyone goes on about the great Chulak. Chulak this, and Chulak that, But the one they should really be going on about is Gileus. Gileus would not have engaged in these blunders. Even the attack on your allies was a blunder. Its actually the fault of Chulak that Gileus lost his position as Preator to Bilius in the first place in a misguided powergrab, and Gileus is spending the rest of his days on the miserable Rator IV. It was Bilius that declared war on your species, as well as attempted to divide all of the Alpha Quadrant powers. The only good things that Bilius ever did were the exile Chulak to Galordorn Core and then imprison Vrax and Valdore. But then Bilius foolishly release Vrax within a year of the failed drone program. And after becoming Praetor himself, Vrax released his friend Valdore from imprisonment after you attack our planet. Everything would be far different with Gileus. He would have never let things get this bad, since he preferred to wage war with less advanced species that were both isolated and had resources that would benefit Romulus. He did not even want an empire.”

“Are you done with the monologue?” replied Captain Archer. “I am sorry that you are starting to develop some sort of conscience over the actions of your empire, and that it’s all out of your control. But you still arrived with the aim of aiding defectors that are responsible for poisoning three star systems that have nothing to do with our little war.”

“Are you sure captain?”

“Eplison Theta on the Klingon border, Encaria just outside Romulan borders, and Tyburn, a human colony.”

“Well, Encaria was annexed by our species many decades ago. Their rebelling had to be put down at some point. Epsilon Theta is also in our sphere of influence…”

“The Klingons say it belongs to them. And Earth has a claim on that system too. The First Minister of that system claimed neutrality for a reason.”

“Tyburn was, in the end, an Earth colony. All human colonies look the same to us, regardless as to their alignment.”

“Be careful. Your prejudice is showing. Now if you don’t mind, I have toxins to retrieve and a rogue Vulcan to arrest.”

“Captain, if you would just ---what’s happened!”

A Romulan officer at his post spoke out loud. “They closed the channel. One of the Earth vessels is moving towards the Vulcan ship.”

V’Rak turned towards D’deridex. “Centurion D’deridex, access the helm controls for that ship. And fly it into one of the other Earth vessels.”

D’deridex did what he was instructed to do. He found accessing human systems surpassingly easy, far different from Klingons or their Vulcan cousins. He took control of the Minuteman-class ship and sent it flying into the secondary hull of the Yorktown-class ship, resulting in the destruction of both vessels.

Enterprise and the two Poseidon class vessels proceeded to open fire on the Birds of Prey. The Romulan cargo ship proceeded to dock with the Vulcan ship.

“One of the Earth vessels has launched a shuttle. It has docked onto the Seleya II. On the other side of the ship.”

“We can send things too,” slyly said V’Rak, who then pressed a button on the console on one of the arms of his chair. “Sublieutenant, place a mine onto the transport pad and beam to these coordinates.”

“Yes commander,” the voice replied back.

The Poseidon class ship was chasing the T’liss, firing its phase cannon at the aft of the Romulan ship. The crew of the Poseidon-class vessel were so focused on the T’liss that they barely noticed the mine that appeared on their engines. And it was about to cost them.

“Detonate the mine, subcommander,” ordering the Romulan commander. The mine then exploded and took the Earth vessel and its crew with it. The T’liss repositioned itself when they were hailed by the Vulcan ship. “Open a channel”.

“Commander, this is Dr. T’Uerell. The Earth soldiers are trying to take back the toxins. We are having trouble holding the line, we need to fire as these sections.” She then sent coordinates for the T’liss to fire at.

“Subcommander…”began V’Rak, but the weapons officer locked on to the areas that T’Uerell wanted them to target. The disruptors and photonic torpedoes created balls of fire on the hull of the Vulcan ship. The T’liss then turned its attention to Enterprise as the ship was hailed again by T’Uerell.

“The Earth soldiers have been neutralized. We are moving the shipment now,” replied T’Uerell. The channel then closed, as the T’liss opened fire on the secondary hull of Enterprise. V’Rak again turned to D’deridex.

“Centurion, enter their systems and cause disruptions. And let us listen in.”

D’deridex again did what he was order to do, and managed to avoid being blocked by what he assumed to be his counterpart on Enterprise. He patched into the security camera system on Enterprise to listen on conversation. He then began to mess with the environmental controls on the ship; some areas got very warm whereas other got very cold.

“Tucker to the bridge. What’s going on! The temperature in here has just dropped to minus 30! The engine will shut down at these temperatures!”

“Trip,” replied the voice of Archer “The Romulans have tapped into our systems. It has just shot past forty degrees on the bridge. Hoshi is trying to lock them out!”

Hoshi? Is that my rival’s name? thought D’deridex to himself. He then switched the environmental controls around, making the bridge freezing cold and the engine room arid.

“Tucker to bridge! The engine room has just turned hotter than Death Valley!”

“Hold on Trip! Hoshi!”

“I’m trying sir. The Romulan security system is encrypted. Hang on, almost got it.”

This – Hoshi – was a female? The revelation surprised D’deridex and the rest of the T’liss bridge crew. Commander V’Rak declared a new order. “Target that bridge!”

The subcommander silently acknowledged his commanding officer and fired a volley of photonic torpedoes at the bridge of Enterprise. The Romulans heard the sparks fly from within the Earth ship.

“Forward plating down to sixty percent!” reported Reed. “The Romulans are targeting the bridge now!”

After a few moments of silent, Archer’s voice echoes through the Romulan bridge. “Everyone to the catwalk!”

“Sir?” asked Reed.

“if the Romulans destroy the bridge, we’ll be dead and Enterprise will be a sitting duck. If we move to the catwalk…”

“…the ship, and us, will stand a chance.”

The T’liss continued firing at the Enterprise’s bridge until it was destroyed. No crewmembers were detected to have been blown out.

“Centurion, open on door and hatches on that ship!”

D’deridex made quick work of accessing Enterprise’s systems again and opened every door and hatch on the ship. A shuttlepod fell from the shuttlebay, and the docking port opened up. After a few moments, a crewmember flew out, according to scans.

“Sir,” spoke out a centurion. “The Pharsalus is taking heavy damage.”

“Take control of that other Earth ships engines and weapons. Shut them down!” The Poseidon class vessel called the Siobhan came to a hard stop, and began to float aimlessly in space.

“Commander, we are being hailed by T’Uerell again.”

Commander V’Rak motioned the centurion to open a channel. “Commander, the Romulan cargo ship has taken everything it can, possibly more than it can hold. But we still have toxins still onboard.”

“We will beam some of it onto our ship. Then proceed into Romulan space.” V’Rak closed the channel and then ordered for a message to be sent to the Pharsalus to protect the Romulan cargo vessel.

The T’liss swooped over the Seleya II and beamed some of the contents onto their ship. It then held its position until Enterprise approached them again with weapons charged. The T’liss charged its weapons too…and fired at the engines of the Vulcan ship.

“Centurion, lock all doors, open all vents and flood the Vulcan ship with the remaining toxin.”

D’deridex punched in commands into the console. At the same time, the T’Liss was hailed by the Earth ship.

“What are you doing?” asked Archer. “There are people still on board that ship!”

“And you won’t be able to help them. I have beamed the toxin onto your ship in areas sensitive to your vessel. As long as you let us leave, it shall not be released!”

Commander V’Rak then ordered for the T’liss to fire on the Seleya II, destroying it and everything on board, as well as the docked shuttlepod from Enterprise. The ship then came about and set a course to rendezvous with the other Romulan vessels.

***

The T’liss caught up to the other Romulan ships, but was stuck at one quarter impulse. The Pharsalus have taken so much damage it could not go to sublight at all, and the cargo vessel was carrying so much weight that it was moving at slower speeds than normal.

“It’s taking too long to get to the Romulan border!” fumed Commander V’Rak. “Are there any planets along out trajectory that we could dump some of the toxin?”

“No Commander. The closest planet is Akaali, which is a pre-warp civilization according to the Vulcan database, and described as “Earth-like.” But we would have to turn back around, in the direction of the Earth vessels. We would be better off staying on course. The Rator system won’t be that far off.”

V’Rak serious mulled over turning the ship around. They would be able to move faster once they dumped the toxins, but they ran the risk of being intercepted by the Earth ships. But they had just released the toxins on the lead Earth ship, Enterprise, despite what he told Archer since it was on a timer. And managed to disable to other Earth ship. They posed no threat. But they could make more of the toxin if they brought it into Romulan space.

“Continue on course,” V’Rak responded, begrudgingly.

Time passed – several hours, in fact – and the Romulan ships were no closer to the Romulan border. They could have turned around and attacked Akaali and returned back home with a lighter load without breaking a sweat. The Pharsalus did manage to repair some of the damage in the meantime, but its structural integrity was still comprised. Meanwhile, the Romulans piloting the cargo ship were growing concerned about the toxins leaking from the containers they were in. But there was still no sign of the Earth ships. Until…

“Sir, we are detecting two vessels approaching, dropping out of warp. It’s the Earth vessels.”

“How did they survive the toxins?”

“We aren’t sure yet. Commander, we are being hailed.”

“Open a channel.” The Romulan vessel established communication with Enterprise as V’Rak spoke to its crew. “So, you survived.”

“Your dishonesty about you not releasing the toxins onboard my ship wasn’t unexpected. You also left all of the hatches still open. It was only a matter of redirecting the toxins through the ventilation to leave the ship, which you never managed to compromise. Now, stand down, or we will be forced to open fire,” stated Archer.

V’Rak closed the channel. “Locate this…catwalk. They seem to be able to control the ship from there.”

Enterprise fired a couple of forward photonic missiles, and destroyed the Pharsalus, which shielded the Romulan cargo ship from being destroyed itself. The Enterprise then managed to get close enough to lock a tractor beam onto the cargo vessel and start towing it away.

“Sir, we’ve located the catwalk. Its in one of the nacelles. Starboard section.”

“D’deridex, activate the engine of Enterprise. They will either abandon that section, or they will spend their final moments in there.”

D’deridex hesitated at first, then punched in some commands. The engines started to heat up, before shutting back down.

“Commander, the Earth ship is reversing my commands,” warned D’deridex.

“Then counter their efforts,” ordered V’Rak.

For several minutes, D’deridex fought with the crew of the Enterprise over powering up the engines. V’Rak, growing evermore impatient, offered his insight on the matter. “If you are having too much trouble taking control of the engines, then lock them out of their controls. Or switch off anti gravity on that ship. Or even better, take life support systems offline! Either the catwalk, or the whole ship. Just stop them from getting away!”

D’deridex followed his advice, temporarily blocking the crew in the catwalk from using the controls, and then taking antigravity and life support offline for the whole ship. He then proceeded to try again with the engines, and found greater success. V’Rak then hailed Enterprise and made an ultimatum.

“Bring your ship to a halt and release the cargo ship now. Or you will never regain control of your ship again. Starting with your tractor beam.”

The crew of the T’liss waited, until the Enterprise released the cargo ship. “Now, target the starboard nacelle of Enterprise,” ordered V’Rak.

The Poseidon-class ship, detecting the T’liss targeting Enterprise’s nacelles, then broke formation with Enterprise by slowing down, and then opened fire on the T’liss with its sole phase cannon, which retaliated with torpedoes. The Earth ship opened fire again, this time targeting the bridge of the Bird of Prey, but the ship’s shield held. The Earth ship then fired a pair of photonic missiles, which managed to reduce the ship to minimal shielding. The T’liss fell back, and chose to joined the cargo ship that was on its way towards the Romulan border. Commander V’Rak lowered shields, choosing to let them charge back up faster.

He did not have much time to himself though, as both Earth vessels were again in pursuit of the T’liss and the cargo ship. But how? The smaller Earth ship he could understand, but Enterprise? Didn’t his electronic warfare officer do enough to make sure they were not a problem anymore? Cleary not, as both ships began to open fire on the T’liss.

Commander V’Rak shoved D’deridex from his post, viewing him as woefully incapable at his job, and started to until commands into the console. It had been a while since he had done this. Many years, in fact. But he was able to at least jam the signals of both Earth ships from communicating with one another. But it turned out to be the wrong move to make, as both Earth ship unleashed a volley of photonic missiles at the bridge, critically damaging systems, and killing Commander V’Rak, the subcommander, and a couple of centurions in the process. With most of the bridge crew dead, this was D’deridex’s moment to shine as commander. He sat in the commander’s chair, and asked for a status report.

“Most systems are gone. We have no weapons. We are on auxiliary power. Life support is failing on all decks. All we have are shields,” said the wounded centurion, who was to only other Romulan left alive on the bridge besides D’deridex.

“Raise shields,” ordered D’deridex. “Extend them around the cargo ship if you must. Can we still vent plasma from our nacelles?”

“We still have that ability? Why do you ask?”

“There is a trick I learned, from Captain Khazara, about how to evade the enemy when they are in pursuit. At the right moment, you will release the plasma and ignite it.”

The centurion input commands. “Ready when you are.”

“Release the plasma!”

The Bird of Prey started leaking plasma. The Earth ship did not bother firing, as the assume that the ship was just heavily damaged.

“Now, ignite the plasma,” commanded D’deridex.

The plasma ignited, and due to the proximity of the two Earth ships it blew them back, leaving them disoriented and disabling both of their vessels. The T’liss and the Romulan cargo ship then proceeded on to the Rator system, encountering no more obstacles in their path. D’deridex cared not for what happened to the Earth ships. They would likely head to repair stations afterwards and then attempt to once again push into Romulan space. For D’deridex, this moment was important to him. He would either get a command of his own, or he would resign and do as his sister suggested and try and change the system from within.

***

D’deridex was finishing his debriefing with a pair of Romulan admirals onboard the Actium. It had rendevouzed with them in the Rator system, and was headed towards Romii.

“Once we have synthesized enough of the toxin, it shall be released on Haakona Prime. Yet another client species that needs to be brought to heel. They seem to be popping up more and more, don’t they?”

“Praetor Vrax does not rule with the iron fist that is expected from Praetors. The Senate made a mistake in appointing him.”

D’deridix though he was making small talk with the pair of admirals in front of him. Instead, they proceeded to blindside him with a wealth of information.

“We have arrested your sister, who was a part of a series of demonstrations over the last several days. First, we had to deal with demonstrations from farmers that felt we were not doing enough to assist them in the wake of the atomic attack by the humans. Then there were the Vulcan women who were opposed to the forced servitude as concubines for the Romulan Star Navy and Romulan Guard and wished to return home. Then there were the Northerners that wanted an end to the caste system in place and to be seen as equals. Then we had to deal with the Reman demonstrations, which the 6th Legion put down with violent force after a group of Remans open fire on the Praetor passing by in the Praetor’s yacht. Then there were the pro democracy demonstrations to reform the empire into a republic. And then we had to deal with Romulan females demanding greater rights across the empire, who were being protected by the Qowat Milat. So, we rounded her up and she has been permanently sent to a processing station at an undisclosed location. A populace that does not fear the Praetor or the Tal Shiar is unacceptable. A lack of fear threatens not just stability, but our very way of life.” The second admiral continued from where the first admiral left off.

“Then there is the matter of your recent battle with the Earth ships. Were you aware that the First Minister of Vulcan, T’Pau, was onboard one of those vessels?”

“What do you mean she was on the Earth ship?” replied a confused D’deridex. “We accessed the ships systems and listened in. None of us heard her voice!”

“Romulan intelligence intercepted a transmission several days ago that she was on the Earth ship with the infamous Archer. Had you put forth a greater effort to bring the broken hull of Enterprise to the homeworld of Romulus once you became the acting commander of the T’liss, we would have had a huge propaganda tool and bargaining chip to use against Earth and its allies.”

“Romulan intelligence has also reported that the humans are placing nuclear fission powered sensors on their border in light of their recent victory in Vorkado. Should a Romulan ship go near one of them, they will automatically self destruct, and cause significant damage to them due to the electromagnetic interference. Neither shields or cloaks can defend against them.”

D’deridex made an attempt to speak up. “I’m sure that we can take back Vorkado. We just need to give Captain Kharaza-“

“Captain Khazara has gone AWOL. No one knows where he is, despite the fact that he fired the first shots of the battle and his ship is still in tact.” After the second admiral finished, the first admiral made a resounding declaration to D’deridex.

“In light of these matters, and your general failure to bring back all of the toxins needed, as well as the Vulcan defectors. Your request to be given a command of your own has been denied. Instead, you shall be discharged from the Romulan Star Navy effective immediately. A transport will arrive shortly to take you back to Romulus, where you would be wise to find a new career immediately, or you too shall be disappeared.”

The collective of Romulan admirals left the room, leaving D’deridex alone to deal with the mix of emotion that was starting to come over him over what he had just lost.
 
Chapter IX

“How is Hoshi?”

“She has a broken leg, but Phlox says it will only take a few weeks for her to recover. He says it’s a wonder most of the crew only walked away with bumps and bruises after that Romulan ship ignited that plasma. Rostov has an injured shoulder and Potemkin has an injured neck and back, but they are expected to make a full recovery. Ensign Ilunga is still dealing with the lingering effects of a concussion. She’s been advised by Phlox to take a few weeks off from taking the helm. The starship Siobhan has reported minimal casualties. You called me for something important?”

“Good news. I have just spoken to Admiral Douglas. He says that in light of the victory in the Varkado system, that both Starfleet and the United Earth Stellar Navy are ready to make its strongest push into Romulan space ever. He is recalling every vessel to a single location that is currently top secret. If everything goes to plan, then we are looking at a push within the first couple of weeks of January next year.”

“Looking forward to it. Hopefully that push with bring a swift end to the fighting.”

“Even more good news. The Vulcans have officially agreed to join the coalition and will be sending ships to participate. Now all we have to do with wait for the Andorians and Tellarites to agree to do the same.”

“Well, its good to know that T’Pol has come through, even though she is basically impersonating the leader of an entire planet.”

“Why did you give up command? Starfleet could use you out there. Was it you family history with mines. I’m aware it was quite a rough beginning at the start of this war.”

“It was not just my family history regarding mines that caused me to give up command. It was that it was…a stupid strategy. It made no sense to blindly fly into mines. We gave Starfleet and the Stellar Navy the quantum beacon technology to identify cloaked mines to prevent situations like that, so I don’t know why they acted like they were caught off guard.”

“Is that all?”

“There is another reason. I don’t understand the Romulans. I have looked through every military history textbook and can’t find a historical comparison to explain their rationale for what they have been doing. Our most recent encounter has just added to the confusion. On one hand, they are an expansionist power that believes themselves to be superior to all others. One the other hand, they view us as the aggressors, as the real offenders, and don’t really feel guilty about their actions.”

“Have you thought of looking in just a regular history textbook? You don’t even have to look that far. Only about a hundred years ago. I finally get Minister Johnston’s point of view on this conflict.”

“Sir?”

“How familiar are you with the Cult of Khan?”

“The Cult of what? I don’t follow.” Archer looked up at Reed, surprised as Reed’s unawareness, as he continued. “I can list every faction involved with World War Three, from the New American Empire to the Ferris Dominion to Colonel Green and his eco-radicals. I’ve never heard of the Cult of Khan before.”

“After Khan Noonien Singh left Earth at the end of the 1990s, there was an underground fringe movement that believed that Khan would return one day and usher in a new age of genetic enhancement, governance, and technological advancement. They tried to treat him as a new age holy figure, and it persisted throughout the 21st century. The leaders of the Eastern Coalition were rather susceptible to this fringe movement, and transformed the original economic bloc that was founded to oppose the United States into a vanity project based around their beliefs. They created a new generation of augments and reunified all forty states ruled under Khan and his followers, from Southeast Asia to North Africa, under the Eastern Coalition banner. They also replaced every portrait and statue of every significant leader in history in their part of the world with portraits and statues of Khan Noonien Singh, viewing him as the true ruler of the ECON. Meaning that regardless as to which military general or political dynasty was officially its face, they made all of their decisions on what they believed Khan would do. Everyone that visited the Eastern Coalition when it was in existence were left with the impression that it was the eeriest place on the planet.”

“And then the Eastern Coalition went crazy with delusions of world domination after Colonel Green launched an unprovoked attack against them after he came to view them as an ecological threat. After successfully invading and taking over Australia and all of Eurasia in rapid fashion, the ECON turned their attention to the United States and the various factions in the rest of the Americas. And then everything got blown to kingdom come not long after, and seriously jeopardized the original United Earth movement.”

Archer continued. “At first, the leaders of the Eastern Coalition just created augments for military purposes to defend themselves. But then they created augments for governance, and to be scientists, and for business, and for athletics and entertainment, and were slowly replacing the average everyday person with augments with varying degrees of heightened abilities on a physiological and physical levels. They were so devoted to Khan and his philosophies it became a type of security blanket. In a world that was falling apart around them with each additional problem that they were increasingly becoming more and more ill suited to solve. After nuclear winter wiped out all of the remaining augments, and First Contact with the Vulcans occurred and Khan failed to return after over half a century, the surviving cult followers were initially in denial that their beliefs weren’t true and remained that way for a decade. It took a generation for those that believed in the cult to come back to reality, and for it to decline as an ideology, being completely erased by the end of the 2090s. Paving the way for the former ECON to join the United Earth government.”

“I’m not understanding your argument. Are you suggesting that the Romulans are a cult?”

“The Romulans, similar to the ECON, are very much governed by the need to remain safe and secure, all while believing that they are the major power in a quadrant. Every action they take is considered a rational decision on their part to secure their position. They don’t see themselves as aggressors. They see themselves as being on the defensive protecting themselves from us, thinking that we have invaded their space unprovoked. Peace is not going to happen until both sides can agree to that reality. The Romulans are not fanatics. Their paranoia and constant deception likely has a basis in justification. We can fight all day and all night with them, and it won’t make much of a difference until we start acknowledging that. And it needs to happen soon, before we both wipe each other off the face of the galaxy.”

“With all due respect, you are trying to rationalize the Romulans and their actions. That there is a logic to them just because of their relation to the Vulcans. You need to consider that they are like the Nazis, completely irredeemable and indefensible. Nothing the Romulans have ever done in this war can be justified. We didn’t even know that we were entering their territory uninvited when we first made contact with them. And now they are attacking those that aren’t even involved in the conflict. This thing can be won. We just need the right strategy to bring them to the negotiating table.”

‘They can be reasoned with Malcolm! There are reasonable members in every species. I don’t see why we should give up so easily.”

“You try to see the good in every species in every species, from the Klingons to the Orions to the Xindi. Which you are right to do. But maybe this particular species does not want to be seen in that light. Maybe they are comfortable with being seen as the adversary.”

The comm then buzzed. Archer proceeded to answer. “Go ahead.”

“Captain, we received a message from a Vissian captain named Drennik. He says he would like to discuss the war effort with you.”

“Patch him through.” At that moment, Reed left the captain’s ready room as the captain took a seat in his ready room. He would finish his discussion with the captain another day.

***

“It itches. I don’t understand how your species can tolerate that fabric.”

T’Pau was in engineering with Trip, complaining about the uniforms worn on Enterprise. Having worn one, she found herself scratching profusely, developing a rash in the process.

“If you don’t like the uniform, then wear one of TPol’s civilian jumpsuits. She has to have left something behind in her wardrobe,” response Trip, with the war seven engine humming in the background.

Thinking of the relationship between Trip and T’Pol, T’Pau changed the subject.

“If Elizabeth had survived, I want you to know that I would have been fine adopting her and raising her on Vulcan.”

“Thanks, I guess” responded Tucker, not wanting to think of that sad memory at that moment and changed the subject himself. “You know T’Pol is doing the right thing here. Its unorthodox, but we need to end this war.”

“It still makes me uncomfortable. It is not just signing off on violence in my name. T’Pol was amazingly comfortable in shooting me. She may has well have had it on the more lethal setting.”

“I don’t think that T’Pol has any desire to impersonate you for the rest of her life. She likes her adventures in space.” Trip finished replacing the antimatter injectors when T’Pau changed the subject again.

“I am thinking of divorcing Koss. I find him overbearing and boring.”

“And what if he disagrees and thinks it isn’t logical?”

“I could declare you as my defender in the kal-if-fee. A fight to the death. Koss once suggested to T’Pol that the two of you should fight over her.”

“First I’m hearing of it.”

“I though T’Pol and you were close.”

“We are. Still the first I’m hearing of it. But that’s just the Vulcan way isn’t it? Always full of secrets.”

“The Vulcan way?”

“First we find out that you have a history with the Romulans dating back millennia and that it’s believed that they had a hand in Surak’s death. Then we find out that you were involved in skirmishes with the Romulans only seventy years ago when we were sending our first colonists out into space, and this conflict had been under Starfleet’s radar this whole time. And then that you suspected that Romulans were involved in the unsolved disappearance of various freighters for decades, but didn’t say anything about it. My friend Travis is dead because of your philosophy, as well as a lot of other good people.”

Sensing distress from Trip and feeling challenged by him at the same time, T’Pau offered her thoughts on the subject. “When Vulcans experienced first contact with the Klingons one hundred and fifty year ago, many Vulcans believed the people we called the Rihannsu were all dead, as they did not believe that they could survive encounters with species such as the Klingons. Clearly they were proven wrong.”

“Rihannsu?”

“On Vulcan, it means the Outcasts. On their world, Rihannsu means the Declared. Just one of the many ways we have diverged over past two millennia. Upon recontact with the Romulans seventy years ago, the Vulcan leaders of the time were warned that they were going to engage in subterfuge and espionage with the goal of gaining a foothold in the High Command to influence policy. And that the Romulans were going to target the allies of Vulcan as well with the aim to destabilize them. But they didn’t listen and the warning went unheeded for years.”

Once more, T’Pau changed the subject, this time asking for his recollection on the attack on Starbase One. Trip’s answer was unexpected.

“I remember the station being attacked. Admiral Black, being flag officer, getting to his post. Then a part of the ceiling fell and I lost consciousness. I barely remember being in an escape pod, although I don’t know how I got there. Next thing I know, I’m in this place with white all around and several different people. Yet if you attempt to walk to the walls you end up in outer space. It turns out I’m in the 101st century.”

“What’s it like there?”

“It’s weird. You’re corporeal, but you’re not. You are in a single location but you’re not. You are experiencing a single moment in time, but you are not. You are an individual, but you are also a starship. You speak as an individual, but you also speak as a collective. Just this plane of existence that is beyond comprehension. When I tried to get an explanation as to how I ended up there in the first place, I woke up in my room and exit my quarter to find out that everyone had been looking for me and I had been presumed lost.”

Trip then remembered that he was talking to a Vulcan, “Wait. I though Vulcans didn’t believe in time travel,” he inquired.

“When engaging with someone’s katra, is that not time travel? Through memories?” countered T’Pau.

“I guess I never though of it like that. But then again, I’ve never had someone’s katra in my head.”

At that moment, Archer arrived in engineering, with a grin on his face.

“I just finished speaking with Captain Drennik. The Vissians are going to use their listening posts against the Romulans. On our behalf.”

“They are dropping their neutral stance?” replied Trip incredulously.

“The attacks by the Romulans on Epsilon Theta and Tyburn has made the Vissian government reconsider their neutrality stance, so they will be using their listening posts to our benefit. It can reach up to several lightyears into the Delta and Gamma Quadrants, so it will be able to listen in on the entire Romulan system with ease. It will help us decide where we are going to strike next.”

“Can we trust this Drennick?” asked T’Pau.

“Captain Drennik is a good man. It was touch and go for a moment, but relations are slowly thawing between Vissia and Earth. They are far more technologically advanced than anyone in this war, so their participation is a game changer.”

“Anything new they are working on, Cap’n?”

“According to Drennik, the Vissians are currently in the early stages of something called a slipstream drive. And have made great progress on something called a spore drive.”

“A spore…drive?”

“Future Archer when he was showing me the other possible timelines suggested that when the Federation is formed that we should avoid spore drive tech altogether, but he would not say why. Only stating that he personally viewed it as unethical form of space travel. He even took me to a ship that had one a hundred years from now and I still don’t really understand. They seemed like a fine crew on a fine ship, although they did not seem to notice me there.”

“Maybe Future Archer should have altered the timeline a bit instead. Maybe avoid this war with the Romulans altogether,” suggested Trip as he fiddled with a panel.

“According to him, this war is key to the birth of the Federation, provided that we are victorious. That contradicts what I’ve been told that I am the central figure to the creation of the Federation by Daniels. But I trust my future self more. He’s been…amazingly transparent. And he seemed to care about what happened to the rest of my crew compared to Daniels.”

“Wouldn’t hurt to care a little more,” Trip responded back.

“Trip, I’m going to need you to transfer back over to Columbia when they return from their mission in Epsilon Theta. Apparently, they ran into some Klingons that stopped by and a couple of their engineers were killed in hand-to-hand combat with a drunken Klingon.”

“No problem, Cap’n” replied Trip.
 
Chapter X

T’Pau entered the mess hall, finding it empty aside from one individual. Lt. Hoshi Sato.

“Surprised to see you up.”

“I can’t sleep. It’s the impending battle. No more cryptography to look forwards to. And no more archeological finds to make use of my talents. Just have to make sure I stay alive to see another day. Are you wearing one of T’Pol’s old uniforms?”

“It’s called a commissar’s uniform, and has its origins in Vulcan feminism. It is traditional attire for special diplomatic advisors and military on Vulcan, although I am aware humans have a different perspective on skin tight attire. I wore such an outfit, before I decide to join Syrran. It did not seem appropriate to wear T’Pol’s Starfleet uniform, since I am not a member of Starfleet. And I saw no reason to wear what she wore in the Forge. We aren’t going on an away mission.”

“It won’t be too difficult to do T’Pol’s job. Just pay attention to the computer scans, and if you have to take over if Archer is unavailable, just give orders like fire and reinforce shields. Any anxiety you feel is normal.”

“I had brief postings in the Vulcan Science Directorate, the Vulcan Ministry of Security, and the United Earth Consulate on Vulcan before meeting Syrran and embracing the Syrrannite way of life. And I have had my experiences of suggesting cautions and sensible courses of action to impulsive and prejudiced humans, particularly those in positions of authority. I do not think I will have any trouble at T’Pol’s post. Our lives tend to draw parallels to one another.”

There was a brief silence over this unexpected tidbit of news before T’Pol asked Sato another question, hoping to dig deeper into the mind of Sato.

“Has an ability to sleep been only because of the upcoming battle? I heard that you suffered several losses in the Romulan attack. My condolences to you.”

“Thank you for your condolences, but my inability to sleep is unrelated to that. I though it was the case at first. Reed and I had group neuropressure sessions with both Trip and T’Pol, hoping to deal with our emotions. They have not been as effective as Trip’s sessions were with T‘Pol.”

T’Pau remained silent as Sato understood where the conversation was going. “I’m not trying to imply anything romantic happened with any of us!”

“I never suggested it, and it would not be my business if any did happen. Although such encounters after a series of neuropressure sessions happens more frequently on Vulcan than is admitted. That something occurred between T’Pol and Trip is not surprising to me.”

“Now would not be the best time for such discussions anyways…” Her voice trailed off, before she gathered her thoughts and spoke some more.

“I think its just… there has been so much that has happened in the last four years. When I stayed on Enterprise for the Xindi mission, Captain Archer was surprised at my willingness to go. I was expected to stay behind due to how frightened some away mission made me. And that Xindi mission was tough. But this war…it has been difficult to express emotions when that’s what you want to do. Travis for example…it was a major surprise when I heard that the Horizon was destroyed. Its still difficult to process that I won’t see him again. My only connection to him now is being the godmother to his and Gannet’s children. It has been difficult for everyone on Enterprise. Captain Archer was upset that he could not bring Travis back to join the rest of us on our top-secret assignment a few years ago. Then there is Ensign Alessandria De La Cruz, who I personally trained to take over the comms position while I went back to Earth to deal with my new duties. She was the older sister of one of my students in Brazil before Archer convince me to join Enterprise. And when Archer agreed to that secret reconnaissance mission and brought me with him, I recommended to him to use Ensign De La Cruz for away missions. And then she boards a derelict Romulan ship presumed to be in distress, only for the ship to auto self destruct as soon as they beam over, taking the MACOs and her with it. And I have to watch that on the viewscreen. Even Soval…perception of him on this ship has been such a massive turnaround from when we first started. I just want and end to this freakin’ war!” She then proceeded to kick the table over, and watched as it flew and crashed into the protein resequencers.

“I’ll take it you censored yourself,” responded T’Pau to a Sato with a quizzical looker on her face. “I have read a great deal of human history. Your species can be quite vulgar and crude during frustrating situations.”

“I’m just ready for an end, regardless as to how that happens.”

“Even if you end up dead?

“I’ve been dead before. I’m not afraid to be dead again.”

A message then came over the comms systems.

“This is Captain Archer. ETA to the Cheron system is thirty minutes. Yellow alert. All hands report to station.”

Both Sato and T’Pau stood up and exited the messhall, as they headed towards the bridge.

***

Enterprise led a convey of assorted Earth ships, numbering six thousand in terms of total crew complement, into the Cheron system. Enterprise was to take the lead, with a convoy comprised of Emmette-types, Intrepid-types, and freighter ships behind them. Columbia was following shortly with a series of Starfleet and UESN ships, followed by an influx of Vulcan, Andorian and Tellarite ships. And then finally, vessels from Alpha Centauri. The Daedalus class ships were still several hours away.

“Scans show a primitive, prewarp society on the third planet. As well as a massive detection grid and the presence of convoys. There is also a listening post on the nearest moon. Lifesigns show that they are all Romulan,” summarized T’Pau.

“Should we send in a MACO team, sir,” asked Lt. Reed.

“We could bring them into the brig. We installed the new transporters before we left,” suggested Lt. Sato.

“We don’t know how well those new transporters work. And we can’t send a shuttlepod.” Archer turned to T’Pau and asked, “how many are in the facility?”

“I can’t tell. Immediate scans show that there is a minimum of three Romulans, but scans also show paths to an underground facility that may house hundreds. It also appears to have a shield generator, but its currently offline,” analyzed T’Pau.

Processing the information given to him, Archer turned to Reed. “Tactical alert. Arm spatial nukes.”

Commander Reed pressed several buttons on the console in front of him. “Nuke armed and ready sir.”

“Are you sure a photonic missile wouldn’t work?” asked T’Pau.

“We are going to alert the Romulans either way. At least this will also burrow underground,” replied Archer. He looked at the screen, thinking about the order he had never given before, due to his opposition of atomic weaponry. But he knew it was now or never.

“Fire,” ordered Archer.

The nuke after a few seconds struck the facility, giving off a bright flash as it hit. Archer took his seat. “Move us further into the system.”

“Captain, I am detecting a Romulan convoy on route to intercept,” warned T’Pau.

The lead warbirds fired on the Enterprise, doing minimal damage to its hull. Enterprise proceeded to set a course to the nearest moon. The warbirds followed, only to be ambushed by a pair of Emmette-type vessels. Enterprise proceeded to head toward the fourth planet in the system – a ringed gas giant – and hid as the rest of the convoy followed the ship into the ice rings. Enterprise them emerges and fired another spatial nuke at the Romulans convoy, destroying most of the vessels, and disabling the remining two due to the EMP shockwave. It then rendezvoused with the incoming Earth ships and the Vulcan & Andorian and Tellarite ships, preparing for the larger battle that was to come.


***

The lead Bird of Prey opened fire, doing damage to an NX ship, enough to send a crewmember in the engineering section flying. From there, both sides unleased their volleys; plasma burns, shrapnel hitting commanding officers to the concern of admirals, falls off of balconies, and burning crewmembers were commonplace as the battle raged. On the Enterprise, a disrupter blast hit the ship so hard that it caused Captain Archer to fall over and hit his head on the bridge pillar, knocking him out cold. T’Pau instructed a crewmember to take Archer to sickbay, and then she took her seat in the captain’s chair. A most unusual situation for her.

Andorian cruisers vented plasma before exploding. Vulcan command centers on D’kyr-class vessels exploded after several direct hits, as well as taking significant damage on their port and starboard sections. Hull breaches occurred on several Yorktown-class ships once their shields were knocked offline, blowing out an indeterminate number of crewmembers into the vastness of space. Other NX ships were destroyed after the Romulan ships targeted their warp reactor. Posieden-class vessels and Earth freighters split in two defending Suurok-class vessels and Tellarite cruisers from a Romulan carrier. Tellarite freighters and shuttles showed off their own version of triad attacks on Romulan battlecruisers and Romulan destroyers, as payback for the Romulan Triad maneuver on some of their freighters. On Columbia, Trip had to put out a burning crewmember that was on fire while another crewmember evaded an exploding bulkhead. Unbeknownst to him at that same moment, the bridge of Columbia was destroyed, blowing out Captain Hernandez and the rest of the bridge crew. Trip pressed a button on the comms system, hoping that Hernandez would hear.

“We have plasma leak and plasma fires everywhere! We’re evacuating and recommend abandoning ship! Warp core breach imminent!” More sparks exploded above him as he bellowed to his staff, “everybody out! Abandon ship!”

They made their way to the lifeboats in the nick of time, as the Columbia was destroyed moments later once the core breached.

***

Back on Enterprise, T’Pau was struggling in her role. She watched as a panel exploded and killed a crewmember next to Reed, while the overhead light fell from the ceiling and crushed the crewmember piloting the ship, killing him instantly. T’Pau also witnessed as a crewmember that was rushing to assist one of the fallen officers be knocked unconscious by a falling beam, and another be knocked back by an exploding console at T’Pol’s station. T’Pau, Reed, Sato, and another crewmember were the only ones left standing on the bridge.”

“We’ve got hull breaches on C, D, and E, “stated Reed. “We are also getting reports of breaches on J, K, and L deck. Emergency bulkheads aren’t responding!”

“I’m getting casualty reports all over the ship, “shouted Sato. “Sickbay is at capacity!”

“We are losing both dorsal and ventral plating! We’ve lost one of the forward cannons! Romulans are targeting the engines. Several more hits and we’ll be done for. T’Pau!”

T’Pau was taking in the amount of uncertainty around her. She then got up from the captain’s chair and went to Reed’s station.

“Can the secondary hull be jettisoned?”

“Yes, it was designed for that purpose.”

“Then do it.”

“There are still crewmembers in that section. We don’t have time to evacuate them all!”

“If you have an issue with my orders, then feel free to take command, Mr. Reed. I will pilot the ship and, on my mark, jettison that section,” she said as she pulled the dead crewmember off the helms controls. She set a course toward several Romulan ships that had remained in the same area for the battle. At 300km, she gave her que as she pulled the ship upward, while the secondary hull detached and spirals towards the Romulans ships while they fired. The hull then exploded, destroying the Romulan vessels, taking members of the Enterprise crew with it. A Romulan Bird of Prey came from behind, damaging Enterprise’s starboard nacelle causing it to vent plasma.

“Hard to port!” shouted Reed and T’Pau managed to evade the Romulan ship on their tail.

***

Praetor Vrax entered the chamber where Valdore was hard at work, overseeing the Romulan armada that was in the Cheron system to confront the Earth Alliance. Paying attention to the live feeds provided by the armada, Vrax witnessed as NX ships were being destroyed at a rapid rate. Smaller Earth ships were being decimated. Tellarite and Vulcan ships attempted to provide cover fire, but were put into positions where they had to defend themselves instead. Andorian ships were taking heavy damage. But a number of Romulan ships were also falling to the Alliance. This was not supposed to happen. The Romulan Star Empire was supposed to be a superior fighting machine. Otherwise, he would have had all of the Romulan vessels empty and be piloted from afar, with no loss of Romulan life to concern himself with. He had always liked that idea, but ran into complications in making it a reality.

Vrax observed as the centurions in the chamber kept reporting to Valdore how various Earth ships were vulnerable and Valdore’s orders to destroy the Alliance vessels. Valdore always had an issue in regard to commanding respect from his peers. Several years ago, centurions notified Vrax of humans boarding an experimental drone behind Valdore’s back. If Valdore failed here in this critical battle, Vrax knew he would have no choice but to abandon him. It would be one to many humiliations to face. One to many failures. How many more chances was Valdore going to have, despite his genius? And if Vrax did not imprison his friend in a Romulan dungeon permanently, then Valdore would be dealt will by the Tal Shiar. And the Tal Shiar has long awaited the day they had the excuse to move in on Valdore. Valdore was remarkably isolated on Romulus. Even fugitives on Romulus had a few allies to rely on. Valdore only had Vrax. Hopefully nothing would go wrong during this battle…

“Valdore, long range sensors detect more Earth ships entering the system!” replied one of the centurions.

Vrax saw them on the screen. He had heard about these vessels, that managed to both take and hold the Varkado system from armada after armada. The Romulan barrier strategy failed in large part because of these ships. And now they were in Cheron. Vrax did not feel good about the odds of victory once these ships entered the system.

***

About a hundred Daedalus-class vessels arrived and opened fire on the Romulans vessels. They also proceeded to open fire on ship construction yards within an asteroid belt in the system, destroying the facilities and their defences. The Daedalus-class were doing such a thorough job that it allowed the Vulcan, Andorian, Tellarite and Alpha Centauri ships to leave the system to their new set of coordinates.

At that moment, a Bird of Prey launched an atomic weapon at a pair of Daedalus ships, destroying them both. The battle continued to spread out over the Cheron system, including over the third planet, as both sided began nuclear exchanges.

***

“Alliance ships have surrounded Romulus! They have issued a demand of unconditional surrender, or they will open fire on the planet and eradicate all life,” said a centurion. The ultimatum by the alliance meant that Vrax would have to respond accordingly. The wrong response would spell the end of his days in the Praetor’s throne.

“Order planetary defenses to take aim at those vessels and command the fleet to intercept them! And send more ships to Cheron! Earth forces are currently vulnerable,” commanded Praetor Vrax.

“Praetor, our forces are stretched extremely thin between the ongoing campaigns in Vorkado and Cheron. And defending Romulus, Romii & Rator. We have already lost Algeron & Galorndorn Core and have been unable to retake them, and have been forced to withdraw from the Great Bloom, which offered us a tactical advantage. Perhaps it would be best to withdraw our forces from the campaigns and regroup for a stronger counterattack.”

“No, hold the line. We must not give in to the human invasion force. They will subjugate us and have us under their thumb, and threaten our very way of live by imposing their way of life onto our own. Prepare every woman and child to defend the fatherland if they have to!”

“But they do not appear prepared for a ground assault!”

“This would be a very good time to support my Thaleron project,” said Valdore. “It will end the war rather quickly if the humans and their allies do not surrender…”

Suddenly, an unknown Romulan entered the chamber. Praetor Vrax turned towards him.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Praetor Vrax, I am Councilman Dannon. I work for the local government in the capital on Romulus. Praetor, I implore you to end this war. It has become a war of attrition, where neither side shall survive.”

“Don’t listen to him! He’s a nobody! With the help of the best Reman scientists, I can refine the Thaleron and use it against our enemies!”

“Like that failed trilithium experiment, even though you were warned that it was unstable,” replied a Romulan officer in a rather snarky tone.

“Or the stronger ground-based weapons using Xindi technology that never came to fruition?” replied another.

“Or the failed Reman augments experiment to boost their telepathic abilities to replace the Aenar?” revealed another Romulan.

Dannon resumed his plea. “Are you really going to risk a second attack on Romulus, all because you do not wish to lose to Earth? End the conflict, and let Romulus live to fight another day. We cannot expand the empire if there is no empire left. We would gain more if we genuinely sought peace and sought concessions from the humans. It will cost us, but not as much as a continued war effort. I beg of you to consider what continued warfare means for the Romulan Empire.”

“What types of vessels are in orbit?” asked the Praetor.

“I am reading a mix of destroyers, cruisers, frigates and corvettes in orbit. Armed with particle cannons and antimatter warheads. They can neutralize our ground defences rather quickly before laying waste to Romulus, bombarding us for hours until they crack open the planetary crust and magma leaks onto the surface. As well as dissipate most of our atmosphere and boils our oceans. All of this within a couple of days. Our reinforcements from Romii and Rator won’t arrive in time to prevent that. It will be too late too for all of us,” replied a centurion.

Praetor Vrax stood and pondered the consequential decision. It was no longer about an unwinnable scenario and the potential political fallout from it. It was about the fate of Romulus and the people that lived on it. Vrax did not fear the Alliance ships carrying out their threats and opening fire on Romulus. But the councilman wanted him to think about what was best for the empire, not for himself or those around him. He then turned to Valdore.

“Belay my original order. Alert the Alliance ships to stand by. And alert the Senate of an immediate emergency session.”

“Don’t do this, Vrax! Don’t listen to him! We can still win!” begged Valdore, as he dropped to his knees, clinging onto Vrax’s legs. But Vrax kicked him away, finding Valdore’s desperate behaviour pathetic.

“This isn’t over. I will be back. And when the citizens of Romulus want someone to blame for our loss, rest assure, it won’t be me, as I am looking out for the future of this Empire.” Praetor Vrax told Valdore in a menacing tone. He then stormed off with Councilman Dannon towards the Senate, furious at the declaration he had to make. As the humans had outwitted and outplayed the Romulans. It was a major humiliation. He may as well resign once he announced that the war was over and that the humans had basically won.

***

Enterprise continued to fall apart with every shot it took. Its engines were next to go offline.

“We can’t take much more of this!” shouted Reed.

T’Pau mulled ordering the crew to abandon ship. And join the dozens of other lifeboats floating in space. At that moment, the firing stopped and the majority of the Romulan ship set a course way from the Cheron system. Several Warbirds self destructed rather than leaving the battlefield, while some Birds-of-Prey warped into the planets and moons of the Cheron system. What was going on with them, she wondered. She soon found out.

“Incoming transmission from Romulus. By the decree of Praetor Vrax, the Romulan Empire formally surrenders and is prepare to engage in peace talks with Earth forces and her allies to bring a decisive end to the conflict,” reported Sato.

“It’s over,” whispered Reed. “It’s really…over.”

Sato became overwhelmed with emotion, feeling both sad and happy at the same time. There was another hail, this time from sickbay.

“Dr Phlox to T’Pau.”

“T’Pau here.”

“Captain Archer is awake and want to know what has happened? Why have the Romulans stopped firing?”

“The war is over. I’m on my way to sickbay to explain further.”

“Understood,” replied Phlox as the channel closed.

“Lt. Sato, download the casualty list onto a PADD. Archer will likely want to know how many gave their lives for victory here today.”

Sato did as she was instructed to do, and handed the PADD to T’Pau, who headed to sickbay. She entered to see Archer awake and with a slight contusion on his head. Phlox took the PADD from T’Pau while Archer spoke to her.

“What happened? Is the war really over.”

“We received a transmission from Romulans about entering peace talks. We are awaiting more details, but the Romulans are retreating back to their system. Most of them anyways. Some are self destructing their vessels, and others are ramming their vessels into nearby planets at warp speed.”

Archer, holding his side then asked another question, one T’Pau knew he would ask.

“How many have we lost?”

Phlox handed him the list, and Archer browsed through it silently. After browsing for several minutes, he simply handed it back to Phlox, letting silence fill the room and do the speaking. Victory over the Romulans cost Archer more that he or the Alliance were willing to spend.
 
Chapter XI

“Going over this amended agreement, there will be a defined Neutral Zone, dividing space between the Romulan Star Empire and the future United Federation of Planets into tow separate and district regions, beginning as early as 2161. The Neutral Zone shall remain until a formal peace treaty is signed between the leaders of Earth and the Romulus. Earth outposts will be defended by light corvette vessels, Romulan outposts will be defended by two-person patrol ships. Neither side is permitted to intervene in the internal matters of the other side, despite what moral objections they have. Any and all intelligence operatives that contravene the treaty, including those that are captured, will be disavowed by their respective government, allowing the opposing government to prosecute them to the fullest extent of their laws. Any and all combat engaged in the Neutral Zone will not be seen as acts of war or aggression. Intrusion into the defined territories can and shall be considered an act of war or aggression at discretion of the commanding officer of the nearest vessel.”

Admiral Douglas went on.

“The Barolians will send over the remains of Earth and Allied forces to Earth outposts, and will inspect the remains of Romulan soldiers for booby traps. Starfleet will send unmanned vessels carrying the remains of Romulans soldiers to Romulan outposts…”

“No, we do not trust artificial intelligence and never have. Find a third party to do so.”

“Would Coridanites or Denobulans be preferable as third party representatives?”

“The Coridanites have a quarrel with us, as do the Denobulans. The Antarans do not, and are the least likely to engage in combat with the Romulan Empire. We will accept the Antarans as representatives of the Federation, and they will be afforded the same privileges as the Barolians.”

“Good. Repatriation of remains will occur during a thirty five Earth year period. United Earth, and its successor, shall dismantle and subsequently ban all atomic weapons in Federation space immediately. The Romulan Star Empire and whatever entity that succeeds it, agree to suspend all research in stealth technology, including cloak and invisibility shields, for a century. The Romulan Star Empire also agree to permanently dismantle all drones that require telepathic control, and to permanently ban telecapture weapons from future military usage.”

Admiral Douglas then flipped to the next page.

“Earth and her allies shall receive payment for war reparations…

“We will not reimburse you for your losses, just like we will not allow you to rebuild our worlds with your so-called Marshall Plans. Abandon these demands, or we will withdraw from these negotiations!”

Accusations soon filled the room, once more, as had been the case in all previous subspace radio meetings.

“But you started the war!”

“Earth started it when you entered our territory that we claimed on behalf of the empire…”

“You won’t even apologize for your terroristic actions…”

“From a species that claims our government harbour war criminals and behaves like there are rules in war…”

“This is why we’ve been in a stand off for the last nine months…”

“If you would prefer for us to activate out reserve forces and resume conflict, that can be arranged…”

“What if we gave you warp drive?” asked Archer.

The room fell silent.

“A human wishes to expand our glorious empire?

“No, I do not. And you are no empire, and there is nothing glorious about it. Over the last several years, you have proven to be nothing more than a band of thugs. Interstellar gangsters at best, not much different than the Orions, or the Ossirans, or the Nausicans. As an empire, you pale in comparison to the Klingons. All you will be remembered for is the destruction and carnage you have left behind. What started out as a military conflict that would have only left tens of thousands of soldiers and officers dead has turned into a conflict where over a billion innocent lives have been senselessly cut short. And for what? A primitive squabble over who entered the other’s territory first? You pose no real threat to anyone in the Alpha Quadrant anymore! You have upset so many species that they are all willing to put their differences aside just to face you down.

“We will give you Henry Archer’s engine, which was designed by my father, the man your people murdered. It is officially out of date by our standards. Do with the engine as you see fit. It is still more of a warp engine than the sublight engines that you attempted to mask as a warp engine. Agree to this, so that we can proceed with concluding the negotiations. Then, you can explore you side of the Neutral Zone, and we will explore ours. This has been ongoing for the last nine months and neither side can come to an agreement that both sides can be even content with. We’ve just been burying out dead, all while our guns are still pointed with each other.”

“We can agree to this. It is a reasonable concession.”

Admiral Douglas continued.

“Failure to adhere to the terms by either party set out will result in a renewed state of war. The terms of this agreement will be ratified in the respective government offices on Earth and Romulus, effective immediately.”

“These terms are deemed to be acceptable to the Romulan Star Empire. Send the treaty by data upload so that it can be ratified in our Senate and signed by our Praetor, Proconsul and Vice-Proconsul. You are now to leave our systems immediately or your entire alliance will be charged and tried for espionage. Julan Tru.”

The comms channel closed. Archer stormed out of the Enterprise’s conference room, looking rather embittered. The Admirals and ambassadors had varied looks on their faces, raging from relief to defeat to seething to grimacing. While they won the war, the Romulans did everything they could make it come off as a defeat, and to erase all meaning and effort put in to establish peace. They knew both historians and the media would question if the treaty went far enough, or if the terms were necessary. But for many living day to day, just bringing an end to the war was enough. The focus now needed to turn to the formation of the Federation.

***

“…you have managed to bring the empire to defeat and forced us to surrender with yet another of your failures Valdore! And you have managed to unite Romulans with humans and its Alliance allies in terms of both sides having a passionate and intense disdain for you! You’ve humiliated us all, from the Senate to the lowly Romulan peasant!”

“Had you all listened to me and installed Chulak as Praetor many years ago instead of Bilius, we would have annexed Earth long before this war began, since he would not have underestimated them and recognized the immediate threat they posed to the empire! And we would be well on our way to reunification with Vulcan! Instead you sidelined a genuine reformer and sent him to live out the rest of his days on a distant and doomed outpost to continue the status quo!”

“Chulak would have put you to death for your failure!

“Chulak would not have seen my experiments as failures to begin with! And he would not have had me sitting in a cell for years, while schmoozing with Tal Shiar. He would have rather resigned if he could not leverage the Praetor for my release. And he would have executed me on the spot if it was not possible. And you should have had the same sense of duty to do so yourself. You should do it right now!”

“Not on your life. I’m the only one that protected you. You have been abandoned by all for a reason.”

“Some friend you are. I nearly died in that cell. “

“And I had to work my way back into the Senate after being dismissed and arrested!”

“More excuses from our so-called Praetor. I don’t feel bad that Romulus lost this war! I did all that I could to win it for the empire. I am a true patriot. I always have, unlike this admiral you brought with you. You all betrayed us. You should be shot for surrendering and collaborating with the enemy!”

“You don’t talk to your Praetor that way!”

“Don’t you tell me how to talk to you!”

“Guards, arrest him!”

Several disrupter bursts suddenly lit up the tower. D’deridex – who had been listening outside after managing to become employed as the Praetor’s personal aide – went to inspect and found a grisly scene. Praetor Vrax, Admiral T’zar, the Reman bodyguards, Admiral Valdore and a few other Romulans lay dead. Inspecting the scene closer, it was clear was happened. Valdore killed everyone in the room, before turning the weapon on himself. D’deridex knew this happened not because Valdore was pushed too hard, or that they yet again came to arrest him for failure, but because of his personal pride and love of the empire. But was also left thinking that only these…veruuls would bring the Romulans to defeat.

***

Councilman Dannon was sworn in as the new Praetor. It was a rather sudden rise, as it was expected that the Proconsul was next in line. But Vrax had declared him the saviour of both the Romulan Empire and Romulan civilization, which boosted Dannon’s profile. The sudden death of Vrax just led to greater support of Dannon. However, weeks spent in the Praetor’s throne managed to change Dannon’s peacemaking and preservationist attitude once he grasped just how powerless the Praetor was to fix the many problems facing Romulus.

“Praetor Dannon, what are you orders?”

“Send for the best Corvallen mercenaries. I want to take out the Earth hero named Archer, and his crew.

“But he gave us warp drive, and did more to secure out borders than Romulan leadership has in the past century! An attempt on his life will kick off a new conflict between the Romulans and the Federation!”

“Our economy is in the process of collapsing, and we cannot feed our people with the radiation remaining in the air destroying our crops and making our people sick. I view Archer as somehow responsible for our current problems. If he could have stopped the atomic attack on Romulus, he did not do a good enough job preventing it. Send for them!”
 
Chapter XII

The Corvallen mercenaries beamed down to San Francisco late at night, when most of the city was asleep. Looking around at the major landmarks, including the slightly damaged one behind them – The Gabriel Bell Memorial – they set off southwest to the Candlestick Auditorium under the sweltering heat. They only had a few weeks to prepare and follow through with the mission assigned to them by the Praetor.

***

Minister Johnston was in her office when the secretary buzzed her.

“Madame Minister, Ambassador Vanderbilt is here to see you.”

“Send him in.”

In walked Ambassador Thomas Vanderbilt, one of the most famous politician on Earth. He was a balding man with a mostache, and walked with a cane. He was also the last Minister of Peace before the Romulan War changed everything, and he become one of the most outspoken critics of the war. He also brought in his aide.

“Thomas, so good to see you!”

“Good to see you,” replied Vanderbilt. “Sora, I’d like you to meet my aide, Georges E. Picard. In addition to being my aide for the last several years, he’s also a member of the UESPA and briefly worked alongside Hoshi Sato when she was busy decrypting secret Romulan messages. I go with him everywhere.”

“Ah, I’ve heard about you Mr. Picard.”

“Call me Georges,” replied Picard.

“Coffee or tea?”

“Two Earl Greys, thanks,” requested Ambassador Vanderbilt.

“I could never drink Early Grey,” spoke Minister Johnston as she poured watering into the porcelain cups. “I was raised on coffee and orange pekoe tea.”

“Thank you Minister,” replied Vanderbilt as he took the cup from her and sipped it.

“How is your wife?”

“Rebecca is doing well. She is spending the day with Archer. She still keeps in touch with her ex, and they are rather good friends.”

“It was a shock when you beat out Captain Archer to be the first President of the Federation.”

“I think that, while Archer ran a fine campaign, his heart was not really into the inner workings of politics. He has never really been a politician, even though his role as captain of the first deep space vessel was political in itself due to the diplomacy he had to engage in during first contacts. He’s more of an explorer, a bridgebuilder, a pathfinder. He is meant to explore strange new worlds...”

“…and seek out new life. I think Zefram Cochrane would be proud as to what Archer has accomplished. Although I think it was that concession on warp drive that ended Archer’s hopes to be the first Federation President. The unpopularity of that decision just exposed that its just not his time if he has political ambitions. He needs more experience, like being ambassador or being on the Federation Council, before trying again.”

“The delegation is on schedule, I presume?”

“Andorian Ambassador Gort Sarahd, Vulcan Ambassador T’Jan, Tellar Prime Ambassador Natha Kell, and Alpha Centauri Ambassador Titus Oleet will be due to arrive on the 10th of August. From there, they will participate in the first signing of the Federation Charter, and will remain on Earth for the second signing of the Federation Charter in October to officially ratify it. After that, you will be sworn in as the Federation President on said charter, and Ambassador Sarahd will be sworn in as the Federation Vice President shortly thereafter.”

“Hopefully, the ceremony goes smoothly. The Andorian and Tellarite Ambassadors have been known to get into scuffles with one another. I think the Tellarite Ambassador is jealous that I picked the Andorian Ambassador over him to be my Vice President.”

“Whatever the reason is, we are all on the same side, in a brand-new security pact that rebukes the Romulans. That the second signing takes place on the anniversary of the Battle of Cheron is not a coincidence. I am just more amazed that Alpha Centauri is signing independent of United Earth.”

“It’s not really a surprise. It’s a reflection of how United Earth struggled to keep the union together outside of Earth. Remember that independence crisis on Mars…”

“Yes, that was a tense time. Thankfully, most of the hostages were rescued and it was resolved in a peaceful manner.”

“Mostly peaceful manner. It got messy at the end there, and it was unfortunate what happened to Admiral Gardner. It was a mistake to replace Archer with a so called professional in that situation at the last minute. As you were saying about Alpha Centauri?”

“That attack by the Romulans made the Alpha Centaurians realize that they were right to look out for their security all along. That society had been drifting away from tradition human culture for decades anyways. However, they are going to find that both their military, as with the United Earth Military and the militaries of the other founding world are going to be disbanded. The Federation can’t have competing interests in that field.”

“With most of our fleet having to be sent into mothballs, how are you going to protect the Federation?”

“I am currently reading a paper on little known idea called the German tank problem to assist with our impending ship shortage, and how it can be applied in terms of a starship’s registry number to keep our enemies guessing as to how many ships we really have. Its something that dates back to WW2. Quite an interesting topic to read up on, if I do say so myself.”

“Thomas, I’m going to be resigning after the Federation Founding Ceremony.”

“Why?” asked Georges.

“I spent a lot of time in this chair, and made a bunch of tough decisions. In an era of peace, a new leader to take charge to chart a better future.”

“Well, I wish you all the best in your retirement,” said Vanderbilt.

***

A Corvallen mercenary waited just outside an apartment lobby. He had been there for a half hour, as the sun rose over the scarred San Francisco skyline. The Corvallen had been impressed with human architecture, and equally stunned as how much devastation the Romulans and Remans were able to inflict on this city alone. And they did this all over the planet? And Corvallens were seen as a client race to these treacherous warmongers? It left him shaking his head. But he remined focused on the task he was assigned, waiting for his target to leave.

A United Earth taxi then pulled up in front of the building. Shortly thereafter, Jonathan Archer walked out to the building and go into the taxi. The taxi then flew off to its destination: the Federation Founding Ceremony. The Corvallen took out his communication device and spoke into it.

“The target is on his way. Be prepared,” he warned.

***

The Corvallen was in the upper most level of the Auditorium. Nothing much caught his eye, other than a poster of a brand new female opera singer plastered outside the building. It did amaze him that humans engaged in opera; opera had been banned on the Corvallen homeworld by Romulan decree shortly after it was conquered.

He had everything ready. Corvallens in Earth attire to disguise themselves to have them present backstage, mines under the seats of the VIPs of Starfleet officers to bring that section collapsing in the process, and mines set throughout the building to bring it all tumbling down. All while he fired a shot at Archer during his speech. He knew he was not getting out alive, but that is what the Romulans had instructed of their plan. Leave smouldering ruins on Earth and ruin the founding ceremony.

He watched as the Auditorium filled with dignitaries, from multiple different worlds, and not just he founding planets. The Corvallen knew that If he followed through on this, there would be a lot of angry people, and what ever intervention occurred on the Corvalllen homeworld would lead to a second Romulan War. And next time, it would be a total war scenarios and billions of lives would be lost, as the Romulans would thrown everything they had as this new Federation and its allies. However, he would welcome it, as it would free his people from the oppression of the Romulans, and he was angry that the humans did not liberate his world during their petty little war.

As Kreetassans, Arkonians, Xyrillians, Draylaxeans, and Xindi Arboreals took the final seats, everyone in the auditorium sat in anticipation as the ceremony began. After a series of speeches from the various ambassadors, the person he was here for finally stepped onto the stage – Jonathan Archer. As Archer began speaking, the Corvallen took his rifle and pointed it at Archer. He noted that Archer moved around quite a lot in his speech, pacing from one end of the stage to the other, which grew to frustrate the Corvallen. Why couldn’t he stand still like a Romulan, he wondered. Maybe he should switch to the detonator first, use it, and then fire at Archer during the distraction. No he thought, as the other Corvallen were supposed to have provided the distraction already by firing at everyone backstage. Why haven’t they done anything yet? I going to just take the shot, he though to himself. He took aim and..

“Hold it right there!” sternly commanded someone. The Corvallen could feel the phase pistol aimed at this head. Rather than risk certain death, he surrendered, as the black clad humans took the rifle and remote detonator away from him. They then escorted him to the basement of the auditorium, where the rest of his Corvallen brethren were, all seated and in restraints. The Corvallens mercenaries did not have to wait long for more people to come through that door. In came several humans, a Vulcan and a Denobulan.

“is this all of them?” Archer asked of the black clad individual.

“We got all of them, and the explosive devices around the auditorium re being defused and removed as we speak.”

“Give my regards to Harris,” Archer responded, as the black clad individuals left.

Archer and his crew approached them, before he crouched down to talk to one of them.

“You could have done a lot of damage here today. Luckily, Starfleet Intelligence got wind of your little plot, allowing for Starfleet Security to prepare for you. I don’t think anyone would be too pleased to know you took out my double.”

“You’re double?”

“Starfleet hired a bunch of actors to play us. Even Mayweather, even though he is no longer with us. They are all a part of a musical production that’s set to debut in a few months based on our missions before the war. Who sent you? Tandarans? I know they are still suspicious of our interactions with the Suliban after all these years.”

“We were personally asked by the Romulan Praetor himself to take you and your crew out.”

“Aren’t they tired of all the bloodshed? What about the peace offering I gave them?”

“The Romulan Empire is on the eve of a great upheaval. They are rather scared of radical change, unless they are the ones making it. The Praetor believed it was worth risking starting a new war rather than dealing with the internal challenges they are currently facing. They will never stop sending agents against the Federation. Defeating them at Cheron was a significant enough humiliation to ensure that. Our species have been under their thumb for centuries, with Romulan garrison towns littered over every stretch of land available. Once you are in the Praetor’s seat, it changes you. Every Romulan that has once advocated for peace has turned out that way, if they don’t die under mysterious circumstances first. Our species knows from experience.”

“Well, this can’t get out, meaning historical records of today are going have to be digitally altered, to make our actual absences from the ceremony inconspicuous. Neither side can afford another war. Not only would that violate the treaty supported by both of our worlds, its integral that Earth and the other member worlds turn the page. There’s been too much suffering. We are not a war machine. We are peaceful explorers.”

“What are you going to do to us?”

“After you go through the private tribunal, I am going to ask Starfleet to make you official agents. If the Romulans are going to keep waging war, even in a covert manner, then we are going to need the right people to fight back. It will take pulling quite a few strings to get it done.”

“You.. you aren’t going to kill us?”

“No. In fact, you can work for the independence of your world from the Romulans from the safety of being behind Federation lines. You will likely be posted in the Algeron and Galorndon Core systems, which will be out of the way of Federation business in the meantime, while we rebuild. The photonic mines are still operational, so there is no fear of any ship or anyone attempted a reprisal for your failure here today. Now, Starfleet Security will be along shortly to escort you out the building quietly. Be good guests for them.” And with that, Archer, and his crew left the Corvallen to head back upstairs, where they heard a thunderous applause emanate from the audience in attendance.
 
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Epilogue

Lt. Ortega approach the Romulan War memorial. It was not the only one on Earth, there were hundreds of them across the planet, memorializing all that were lost.

Lt. Ortega touched the wall of the Romulan War Memorial looking at all the names lost. It all became a blur to him reading so many names

Captain Duvall… Captain T. Ginwald…Captain Erika Hernandez…Captain Jennings…Jiang…Keene…Mayweather…Monahan…Captain T. Pine…Captain Carlos Ramirez…Ryan…Stiles…Minister Samuels. This was just the United Earth military wing. There were wings for Vulcan, Andoria, Tellar, and other species that suffered losses during the war. There was also a civilian wing for all that were lost in the 2159 attacks; this one covered the losses of San Francisco. The marble statures in the center were denoted to represent all species lost in the war.

Lt. Ortega noticed he wasn’t the only one present. Dr. Phlox was also present. Lt. Ortega approached him. “Doctor, I did not expect to see you here today.”

Phlox turned toward the figure approaching him. “Lt. Ortega. It is good to see you. Taking in the scale of it all, I see. So many names. The developers of this memorial almost went digital with this to encompass all losses, until the city council pushed for a more traditional approach. I think they were right. I think it would clash with the park behind it.”

“I had to come here. Its has been difficult to sleep. The effects are still there. And its clear that many others are recovering just as slowly. Is it any different on Denobula, compared to Earth, doctor.”

“It has not been an easy few years, having to both rebuild as well as strengthen bonds. But it has been centuries since there was such a significant loss of life in Denobula. And even then, it did not happen all at once, or in such a grandiose and tragic event. But the losses suffered there have helped to build stronger bonds with other species. It just goes to show how the Romulans overplayed their hand, considering that the Coalition of Planets fell apart before the attacked began, an objective they clearly wanted. And now something better has replaced the old coalition.”

They then walked outside the memorial, passing by Gannett Brooks-Mayweather, who was doing a special report at the war memorial.

“I’m off to Vulcan Town this evening with Feezal. There’s a poetry reading by a species called the Cardassians. They been living as refugees on Vulcan for years, and their home was destroyed in the Romulan attacks there. While they wait for their home to be complete repaired, they wanted to share their poetry with the Federation. Do you care to join us?”

“No thank you, doctor. Poetry is not my thing. It’s a long story.”

“Well,” Phlox replied as he put his hand on one of Ortega’s shoulders. “take care of yourself, and remember, better days are ahead.” Phlox gave his signature smile, and then left Lt. Ortega to his own thoughts as he walked down the street.

***

“…the decade long inquisition has found that the failures of both the Romulan military and the Romulan political establishment during the four year conflict with Earth and its allies to have been massive and widespread due to corruption that was enabled by their superiors.” The Romulan Senator then sat back down.

“We shall hire the Corvallens to dispose of all surviving military commanders that led the failed war effort,” replied the Proconsul. “The politicians we shall imprison, to give an image of reform.”

“Would it not be better to send the Corvallens after the human war heroes, like Archer?”

“Considering we have launched such covert operations for years and they have all failed, no, it would not. Reportedly, they have turn a few of them against us.”

“What of the Valdore Massacre?”

“Admiral Valdore,” started Praetor Dannon, “…shall continue to have his name blacklisted throughout the Romulan Star Empire. He nearly destroyed this empire altogether with his incompetence, although his love for the Empire is noted. Perhaps he will be judged less harshly by future generations in a couple of centuries. Admiral T’zar, and Praetor Vrax are to continue to have their names erased from history altogether. They have brought great shame by handing Romulans their first defeat in history, which makes us look weak in front of our adversaries. And for contributing to the ongoing conflicts between the Remans with the Coridanites and Denobulans, which will inevitably result in Romulus getting dragged into the unwanted wars. With an impending third conflict with the Xindi for using a variant of their probe, and a possible fourth involving the Klingons if the ambassador to Qonos fails in his mission. Malurians are beginning to set up mining operations to exploit prewarp civilizations in Romulan space, starting in the Tarod sector, and are likely to move further into the Empire. There is also a growing anti-Romulus sentiment on Remus that could result in open revolt.” Praetor Dannon shifted in his chair, before continuing, raising his voice slowly in the process, “continued requests to clear the names of Valdore, Vrax and T’zar will result in permanent exile from Romulus to an uninhabitable planet!!! Is that perfectly clear to all?!?!?”

“What of the other political leaders that failed us? Even if we imprison them indefinitely, they will just be replaced with more of the same,” a backbencher senator asked.

D’deridex then stood up in the Senate chamber.

“In light of the shortcoming of previous leadership, and the need of reform to save the empire from imminent revolution, I make a motion to expand the civil rights of females on Romulus, allowing them to partake in political and military matters and be considered for executive and command roles, including Praetor. And for them to legally have names in the Romulan tradition of three, including one true name.”

Murmers filled the chamber. But the Praetor stood up and faced Senator D’deridex, having something to add to his motion.

“I shall put it to an immediate vote, on the condition that for every twenty four male Romulans, there is one female Romulan, since equal parity does not make sense to me and many other Romulans. And that Romulan centurions continue the tradition of not saying the names of their Romulan commander, when it comes to the Romulan Star Navy. I would also advise you to resign from the Senate, considering how radical your proposal is. Your have a better chance of not being targeted by the Tal Shiar if you do.”

“That seems fair to me,” D’deridex responded in a reserved tone.

The Praetor put it to an immediate vote. Most of the senators said aye, whereas only a couple said nay and another senator abstained from the vote and voted present.

“Next up is the dress code of the Romulan military and ambassadors, which has remained the same for over a century…”

An individual entered the Senate Chamber, and walked right up top face the Praetor. He then stole the trident from the Praetor and then turned around to face the rest of the Senate, who were still in disbelief at what they were seeing.

It was Chulak. In the flesh. After all these years, he wasn’t dead after all.

“Rumors of my demise have been greater exaggerated. However, rumors of your defeat and decline at the hands of lesser species have not.” The senate’s continued flabergasted reaction.

“Why is everyone so surprised? You are aware that Galorndon Core also has a habitable moon? Its not my fault that the humans did some sloppy work surveying the system, and that station security was so poor I escaped from under their noses. It not like my enemies could keep me exiled forever. It was only inevitable for them all to screw up a conflict against a species that probably only had a handful of ships between them. That’s why I decided to hang back for the rest of the conflict. Had they just let me rule when I wanted to rule, all the troubles and hardships our empire – our planet – has gone through would have been avoided.”

“But how did you get back?” asked Praetor Dannon.

“A bored Corvallen offered a lift home. Once I was safely in Romulan space, I had no need for him anymore. Now, salute you new Praetor.” Chulak then proceeded to stab Dannon with the trident, who then keeled over out of the throne and onto the floor of the Romulan Senate. Not a fatal injury, but still a very serious one.

“All hail Chulak!” shouted a backbencher.

The chamber then filled with the chant “All hail Chulak!” as the living legend soaked in the praise. D’deridex on the other hand, knew that the Senate had just made it clear to Praetor Dannon that his days as Praetor were numbered. Romulus had accepted its future, to being ruled over by a tyrant who would move rapidly to change Romulus to preserve the empire instead of engaging in steady reform into a republic, or even maintaining the status quo with the current Praetor. Not what Romulus needed, after what D’deridex had witnessed, but what they chose to do. They chose tyranny, and all of the cruelty that would come with it.

***

Captain Sergio Atchison headed to the bar on the ship. Everyone was happy, and cracking jokes. Sharing positive news and optimism about new exploration assignments. As the tenth anniversary of the founding of the United Federation of Planets was weeks ago, the jolly behaviour had more to do with improved morale in general. Everyone briefly stopped what they were doing when the captain walked in.

“At ease,” Captain Atchison said, and the crew resumed with their fraternization with each other. The captain took a seat and flagged the bartender. “Whiskey, straight up,” he requested. He looked to the other end of the bar to see an officer looking down at his drink, but no drinking it at all. Atchison swigged his down and asked for another, and then moved to where the lieutenant was.

“You don’t like your drink?”

The officer tilted his head to the person that spoke to him. He quickly realized that he was face to face with the captain.”

“Captain! Oh, um…the drink is fine. I was just in deep thought about something.”

“If you are upset about the fashion choices on this ship, you’ll have to deal with the grey turtlenecks. The grey jackets are gone. And there are no miniskirts on my ship either. Not saying they don’t exist, but not on this ship. Captain’s discretion.”

“No, its not no the uniforms. Just my latest dream from my time during the Romulan War.”

“Oh, one of those. Well, I had you, and the rest of the crew, checked out by the ship’s physician and the best mental health experts in Starfleet. You are perfectly sound of mind and in the best health of your career. I would not have chosen you if I thought otherwise.” The captain moved in closer. “What is your name and rank?”

“Lt. Commander Vincente Ortega, captain.”

“Well, lieutenant commander, cheer up. Even Admiral Archer cheered up when I gifted him Porthos II.”

“Its ambassador now,” Ortega corrected him. “Archer is an ambassador, to Andoria.”

“I still haven’t gotten used to that. I still call him admiral. Much like how I haven’t gotten used to this Prime Directive Starfleet wants us to follow either.”

Ortega regained his composure, finished his drink and walked with the captain to the turbolift, which took them to the bridge. It was the opposite of an NX-class; a bit smaller, but the metallic submarine feel was replaced with a bright, white room with mood lighting surrounding the bridge. It was also noticeably empty, except for the science officer present.

“Lt. Ashley Holly, reporting for duty,” said the youthful officer as he welcomed the captain and the lieutenant to the bridge.

“Where are the rest of my bridge officers?” asked Captain Atchison as he took his seat in the captain’s chair, while Lt. Commander Ortega took his seat at the engineering post on the bridge.

“They are on their way…”

The turbolift opened, and a group of women walked out in a dignified manner. Commander Zivah from Krios, tactical officer Lt Phizal from Denobula, and comms officer Lt. Farah El-Massoudi from Egypt, took their posts. Commander Zivah turned from facing the helm to face the captain. “All bridge officers are at their posts, and the entire crew compliment is on board , captain.”

As the captain got to know everyone, he swiveled his chair to face the viewscreen.

“Where should we head to next?” he asked the other officers.

“There is the Sauria system. Maltuvis is willing to explore more open diplomatic channels,” suggested Commander Zivah.

“No thanks. To show up on their doorstep suggest we might be about to intervene in his current atrocities. We can’t do that anymore even if we wanted to, due to this new Prime Directive Starfleet wants us to follow now. Better to follow current Federation policy to leave Maltivus isolated and not recognize his rule. Any other suggestion?”

“There is a potential official first contact on Bolarus,” suggested Lt. El-Massoudi.

“An unusual number of solar storms are forming near Ikaaran Prime,” suggested Lt. Holly.

“The First Monarch of Krios Prime has sent an open invitation to all of Starfleet to visit,” suggested Lt Phizal.

“What about you, Lieutenant? Where would you take us to start our five-year mission?” asked the captain to Lt. Commander Ortega. After hesitating briefly, Ortega answered. “Berengaria VII. I have not been there in quite some time. I miss seeing those flying reptiles.”

“Alright, that sound like fine destination. Set a course for Berengaria VII.”

And the USS Forrest set off from spacedock, charting a path for the Federation’s bright, new future.
 
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