Miles Llewelyn felt the hum of the delta flyer class shuttle underneath his feet as he looked over his book.

Miles had a fondness for old fashioned books even in his modern century. He listened partly to the universe around him and fondly at the book he was reading.

“Project Hail Mary” was a recent gift from a dear friend and love Shallana. She knew of his fondness for old earth books and especially Science Fiction.  So far the book had not disappointed him he had a blend of hard science, humour and some heartfelt moments in it.

“Anastasia you are clear to deliver Admiral Llewellyn and party to NCC-121021-E, Welcome back to Arise Station. You will be entering USS Fortitude Airspace in 2 minutes. Transferring traffic control to USS Fortitude.”

“Acknowledged, switching to USS Fortitude Airspace, thank you Arise control” Came the response of the acting flight control office Cmdr. Fox White.

He was one of many offices that where new or on temporary assignment to the USS Fortitude.

It had been 11 months since the loss of the USS Fortitude “D” and Miles let his mind wonder for a moment letting out a deep sigh.

The Fortitude had a knack for sometimes being in the wrong place but at the right time. When they had fought the Mirror Borg normally the Lexington class Fortitude would have been with her carrier group but she was solo but had held the line but at create cost.

So Miles now was taking command of the new Fortitude. This time line a main front line ship but commanding a newer and smaller Exeter Class Starship.

Miles had a fondness for these ships as it took inspiration from the older Shangri-La class and constitution class ships of the 23^rd century. Miles had been given a golden ticket of pick of ships and assignments. It had surprised many in Starfleet Command at his choice of smaller ship but Miles wanted to go back to his younger years. Miles felt Starfleet had put to much emphasis of larger ships and to much technology of late and he wanted to be a driving force in emphasising the small ship classes like the Exteter and Plymouth class ships. The latter which had fought with the Fortitude as the support ships of the station they had evacuated.

“USS Fortitude to Anastasia you are now in our airspace, you are clear to dock in the main shuttle bay. Welcome home Anastasia.”

“Admiral where clear to dock, with your permission Sir?” Cmdr White reported.

Miles placed his bookmark into his book and stood from his rear seat and walked to the front of the shuttle.

“Please Do Cmdr. I appreciate your help in our shake down, I understand the Asclepius is having a system  update so your soon be back with her and your family.” Miles answered.

“No problem Admiral I was happy to help, they may be smaller than some of the newer ships in the fleet but the Exeter class has those old lines you just can’t beat. She is old school charm and they are pretty besides… these ships have legs, at sub-light these ships are just as fast as escorts but you can take a lot more punishment” Fox responded.

“Very true Commander and I also appreciate that one of her designers will also be piloting for me for the shake down.” Miles answered placing his hand of Fox’s shoulder.

Miles looked up watching the Anastasia pull into the main hanger of the Fortitude and saw his senior command staff in the main shuttle bays observation bay waiting his landing.

Miles watched quietly as the Anastasia deftly touch down with barest hint of the artificial gravity of the Fortitude taking over and the ship landing so deftly.

As Miles felt the engines slowly powering down Cmdr White stood and motioned to the main exit hatch.

“After you Sir?”

Miles nodded and walked over to the main hatch and keyed the command to unlock and open the hatch door.

As the swoosh of the hatch opened the sound of the bosun’s whistle sounded and Miles heard the voice of his first office.

“Attention. Captain of the Deck”

Miles stood on the Deck of the new USS Fortitude he looked at the ships crest, name and registry number above the main exit before turning his attention to his first office Cmdr Teshla Phyhr his female Andorian.

“Thank you number one, how is wife? I apologies your where due to go one shore leave together?” Miles addressed his first office.

“It was ok, she sends her love and wishes she could be here but her work also had a break thru in regard to a dilithum replacement project.” Teshla answered.

Miles nodded. There had long been a debate not for some time about the how long dilithum supply there would be in the future and although the Federation council was worried about the consumption of dilithum within the United Federation of Planets it had decided to start a project for the future to look at alternatives.

Miles was brought out of his thoughts by his number one.

“May I present your Senior command staff Sir”.

Miles nodded.

“Stand easy everyone.” Miles requested not one for to much formality.

Miles looked over his senior staff.

Peny White was chief engineering officer a Cmdr and a borg assimilation survivor from the delta Vega when the Borg attacked them.

Cmdr Rose Harrington was Chief of Operations, born on earth and close friend and confident to Penny. They had been thru the academy together and had assigned different ships but there friendship has endured.

Neku Langi was the Chief Science officer and a Saurian. She had a keen intellect but was prone to be a little cold hearted but had warmed to the crew of the Fortitude and the senior staff after severing for so long with Miles.

Twimek Vodokon was the Chief medical officer officer and a reman and had joined the crew after the encounters at the vault. He preferred to stay in the shadows but had grown accustomed to shipboard light. He was loyal to the crew and to Miles. He had come as a rebel to Miles but had earned the right to be an officer in Starfleet and the new Romulan republic navy.

Akadia Nilona was from the new Romulan republic navy. She was a Commander and on lone. She was chief tactical officer and had a keen sixth sense about things, she also doubled as the Fortitude’s intelligence officer.

Lastly there was Fasu Lira, she was an Orion KDF officer that had left the KDF during the last civil war and had joined the Khitomer Alliance. She was as honourable and determined to the end.

“Thank you everyone, its good to see you all and I will catch up individually with you all later today, shall we get settled?” Miles requested.

Everyone murmured their agreement and they all headed to the turbolift.

As the turbolift slowed and the door opened Miles was greeted by the familiar hum and sounds of the bridge.

The active secondary duty officers when on the bridge.

The Emergency Conn holograph was sitting centre chair. Nerul was sitting at Tactical two station. Vucnak was at Engineering one and Telinka at Engineering two station. 43 of 47 the ships deflector officer ran science one and Felica Eiser ran mission ops 1, one of the ships resident nurses.

“Captain on the bridge.” The Emergency Conn hologram reported and everyone stodd and came to attention.

“As you where everyone.” Miles reported.

“Welcome back Captain.” Stated Felica.

“Thank you” responded Miles with a respectful nod.

“Captain.” Nurse Felica replied.

“Right than number one, shall we get going?” Asked Miles.

“I think so Captain, Stations everyone?” Teshia asked.

“Ms Eiser please get me the dock master?” Miles asked motioning to the Conn officer in his chair that Miles now had the conn.

“Control tower reading Captain.” Felica answered.

“Control tower this is Fortitude requesting permission to depart?” Miles requested.

“This is the control tower, Fortitude is cleared for departure please use lane seven for departure please maintain sublight speed till past the outer marker and you are than clear to navigate and to engage warp drive” Reported the dock master.

“Roger that that control tower, see you after the shake down.” Miles reported.

“Clear all moorings, prepare for departure” Fox White reported now sitting at the Helm.

“Confirmed, moorings cleared, we are ready for departure, all shuttle craft and work bee’s accounted for and now personnel on EVA activity. Our Airspace is green for go.” Rose reported from Operations stations.

“Very good, bring up the warp core to standard configuration, bring the main deflector online and thrusters only hold station, confirm all is green” Miles requested sitting centre Chair and feeling just a little nervous.

“Propulsion set to standard cruiser, deflector online and all drive systems show green on the board.” Penny reported.

The Fortitude’s systems cam online and the small ship main deflector came online and the engines held the Fortitude in positions and her running light came on one by one.

“Ready for departure Captain.” Fox reported.

“Thank you helm, ok everyone this is just a week long shake down to see some test to make sure this new ship is all good, hopefully just a easy cruise.” Miles addressed the bridge.

“Nothing like a shake down to clear the co-webs” Teshla learnt over from her number one seat next to Miles right side.

Miles winked at her.

“Mr White, thrusters ahead one quarter. Take her out” Miles ordered letting his back go back into the new smelling Captain’s chair.

“Aye, aye sir” Fox answered his hands moving swifty over the controls.

The USS Fortitude, NCC-121021-E pulled out of the dock yard eager for new adventures to follow.

NRPG: The tales of the Fortitude will be built from the crew in the Star Trek online so will be included there stories as time moves on:

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2406

“So, this is Houston.” 

Lt. Sharyna Redwolf crossed her arms, leaning back in the shuttle’s co-pilot seat, and took it all in. 

“Yeap, Gagarin-class … or at least she looks like one on the outside,” the pilot noted. 

“Also not ready for active duty yet,” he added. 

Nothing Shae didn’t already know as when researching her new posting, she’d learned that something about the experimental pylons the engineers fitted into her experimental design had caused a shimmying vibration that had grown steadily the faster they’d accelerated during initial space trials. 

So, Houston had been forced back to drydock where ultimately those same pylons had to be removed and a different design installed. 

The question now was if those different pylons could handle the forces generated by the type of nacelle they were trying to use for this modified class. 

But that was for the engineers to decide. She would be reporting to Capt. James Henry as his new CTO … aka. Chief Tactical Officer. 

As if accenting the pilot’s early words, a shuttlepod separated itself from a starboard docking port, fired thrusters and closed the distance between them, passing rather close as it buzzed its way back towards … wherever it was headed to. 

Pilot clicked open a channel.

“Johan, what did I tell you about trying to play chicken with me? You KNOW I’d rather crash the ship than lose.” 

Shae’s tactical mind noted the conversation and shuttlepod somewhat absently, her eyes elsewhere. 

“Can we do a visual inspection of the ship before heading in?” she asked at last.

“Sure,” the pilot said, hands moving across his board to alter approach. 

“Anything in particular you wanna see?” 

“Gunports and weaponry emplacements, followed by deflector array and shield emitters,” she answered, already pulling her pad from bag to make notes as they went. 

It was precisely one hour, thirteen minutes later that she found her way to the captain’s ready room and reported in … at the appointed time precisely, it should be noted. 

“Lt. Sharyna Atsila Redwolf reported as ordered, Captain.” 

“Pleasure,” the Captain returned, gesturing for her to take the seat in front of his desk. 

The half Rigellian, half human named Capt. James Draljo Henry was half Rigellian, half human. 

Something Shae respected as she herself was half human, half Romulan. 

He accepted her offered padd that contained both orders and personnel file, placing it on his desk beside the mountain of such already there. 

“You are Shallana’s daughter, aren’t you?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. 

Shae cracked slightly, reminded of those she’d wish she could have shared this day with. 

 Nodding, it took a few seconds before she found words and could croak out a simple … “Yes, sir.” 

“I served with her aboard the Verity during the Romulan evacuations,” he returned, his eyes taking on a sad cast. 

“Both her and your father, Ahlan, actually,” he added. “Good people.  … Was very sorry to hear of their loss a few years back.” 

Shae looked towards the carpeting a moment before pulling herself rather quickly back together and raising her eyes back to those of her captain once more.

“Thank you, Captain,” she said, putting on a sad smile. 

“They are part of the reason I joined Starfleet … Well, my mother anyway.” 

In truth, her father had been an officer in the Imperial Navy before the destruction of the Romulan homeworld. After that, he’d managed to muster out  and as a civilian, assist with aiding in the refugee evacuations. 

That’s how her parents first met. 

“Both … good, good people,” the captain repeated. “Your father may have been Romulan Navy, but her served with honor before he mustered out.” 

And both would be proud of you right now, sitting in that chair following in THEIR footsteps,” he added. 

“But they are not why I chose you specifically for this billet,” he said, moving on. 

“Now, tell me about your time aboard the Lexington …” 

2407

Things were going smoothly, so to speak. 

It had taken another four months before they’d managed to get the Sam Houston out into space again and then another four months of fine tuning her systems, so they all played nice together. 

The Gagarin-class was historically created to serve Starfleet and the Federation as a battleship … a ship of war. 

It was a byproduct of the hawkish ones in Starfleet who had felt (in the wake of the Dominion War, destruction of Romulus and the Synth attack on Mars) deterrence was a valuable tool for protecting the Federation and it’s interests.  

It had taken time but ultimately, cooler and more visionary voices had been heard in seeking more ships designed for being out there among the stars performing Starfleet’s original mandate of seeking out new life and new civilizations while learning all that could be learned, seeing all there was to see. 

The Sam Houston was an attempt to use what they already had as a platform for doing just that. 

So while still under construction, design engineers gathered around and sought ways to turn the Gagarian-class warship into a science spearhead geared for deep space exploration – Houston serving as the testbed prototype. 

In addition to extensive new sensor arrays, she held  a new type of deflector, engines and warp core just to name a few of the new bells and whistles. 

Those fell mainly to the engineering and science departments aboard ship to worry about. 

Shae spent more time worrying about the new weaponry being tested as well as how to help make those same tactical systems mesh well with the previously stated deflector, engines, warp core, etc., as if they didn’t play nice together. … Well, there was that time during a weapons test that one system overloaded several others and they had to be towed back into port to have it all ironed out. 

But once the hiccups were smoothed out, the Sam Houston began purring. 

From her station on the bridge, the newly minted lieutenant commander continued work on a new attack pattern she was developing that would better harmonize firing patterns with the new quickstep thrusters that helped increase the ship’s turn rate and maneuverability. 

That’s when an alert sounded on her panel. 

Up until now, it had been a relatively quiet day. 

“Captain, sensors are detecting an anomaly forming along the northern edge of the Moskoe Anchorage,” she reported.

“Confirmed, Captain,” reported their Chief Science Officer, a Caitian named S’Rasian. “And it’s signature is very unusual with energy readings off the scale.”

The large feline looked over to Shae, “Are you seeing this?” 

Shae’s fingers were busy attempting to merge the tactical sensors with those of science to cut through the interference being generated by … whatever it was out there. 

“Trying to clear up the readings a little more, but it’s hard going,” she returned finally. 

That’s when the second alarm sounded, sounding a bit more intense. 

“Captain, we’re now getting readings not unlike those generated by the spacial anomaly investigated by Stargazer in 2401.” 

And that was all the captain needed to hear. 

“Get Starfleet Command on the horn and find out just what starships are within this region,” he ordered. 

“We might need them,” he added. 

Ever since the incident with the Stargazer, Starfleet realized just how much of a threat phenomenons like this might be. 

Not just because of dangers surrounding the event itself, but what might come out of it. 

Yes, with the Stargazer, what came out to say hello  turned out to be friendly, but one can’t always assume that might be the case. 

“Shae, take us to yellow alert and have your finger hovering over the red when we arrive,” Capt. Henry ordered. 

“Helm, set course for the anomaly … Warp 8,” he said. “Want to give Command a chance to respond before we go charging in.” 

Respectfully,

— Ka’nej Hauk

Out of Story

In the next posting from this story arc, things will begin to get rather interesting as events begin heating up.

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By Richard Woodcock

The USS Fortitude has a long history, in story telling she has been at the fore-front of play in my days writing in Play by Email and in later years I moved the ship and the Character to Star Trek online when it came online many years ago and her and the Captain have Served proudly and I have let my imagination run wild.

In the last year I have rekindled my love of writing stories and thanks to an old friend I have decided to return the fold and start writing the tales of what I fondly think of in my head as “Star Trek: Fortitude”.

So where did the Fortitude begin?

The First Vessel to Enter Service was the USS FORTITUDE NCC-121021 and was commanded by Captain G. Saracen. She was attached to the 21st Marine Tactical Fighter Wing (Later the 21st Marine Support Squadron) Commanded by the then Lt. Col Miles Llewellyn as their carrier support vessel.

Un-happily the vessel was badly damaged and brought out of service and retired after the Battle of Cordra.

After the Battle of Cordra, the then COMSFE RADM. Sara Pritchatt decided to Honour the 21st Marine Support Squadron after the loss of the original Fortitude and her original Captain to commission a new vessel. The USS Fortitude NCC-121021-A.

This vessel was state of the art and was the largest vessel in operation within Starfleet. She was the Hannibal Class Carrier or (Super carrier) as the class in fondly known as.

The vessel was to be commanded by Miles Llewellyn who was now promoted to the rank of Captain. He was Captain to a vessel that contained 250 Typhoon Fighters and carried a light Corvette class vessel. The Ship herself operated within HDF and Carrier Group Three.

However the vessel, only one of four built was seriously damaged after only 3 months of operation during the engagement at the Cordan Expanse and more so during the Battle of Centerpoint Two where the bravery of Carrier Group Three and importantly more so of the crew of the Fortitude helped evacuate all Starfleet people and equipment from Neffen. The vessel was solely responsible of downing many Horvaukan vessels and herself made the retreat to Ansolon-one under her own power.

The Vessel now stands at Ansolon-one where she is to be restored and turned into a shrine to the memory of the people that died during the retreat.

After the Battle of Centerpoint Two and the loss of the Fortitude-A the name Fortitude had become a legend within Starfleet, such as the Enterprise.

It is with that ironic nature of the universe that the new COMSFE Adm. Littleton commissioned the USS Fortitude NCC-121021-B. The reason this is ironic is due to the Fortitude returning to service as a Frigate in the form of a re-fitted old Constitution Class space frame (As is seen in the above picture).

However the technology on this vessel is very much state of the art and is capable of multi-role assignments, such as Escort duty to Minelayer operations.

The vessel is still commanded by Captain Miles Llewelyn and it is hoped that the Fortitude-B will remain in service for some time and continue her famous voyages.

From here time moved on and we had the Churchill Class USS Fortitude, NCC-121021-B

From those writing days we got the USS Fortitude, NCC121021-C. She was a Heinlein Class Starship.

This is where time and you could almost say things get interesting, you could almost say that was one reality and we switched to a new reality and Star Trek online came into play. We moved to the Sovereign class USS Fortitude, NCC-121021-C

The Fortitude continued in a new reality and she served as an Odyssey class years later as the NCC-121021-D when the Odyssey Class Starship was released into Star Trek online and later become a Lexington Class refit after the battle of Sol.

After an intense battle with the mirror Borg and the evacuation of Deep Space Station k-42 the Fortitude while passing  thru the sector for scheduled maintenance intercepted the distress call of the station  and moved to assist despite not being with her Carrier group she and her crew held the line while the evacuation was expedited. The Fortitude tackled three mirror borg cubes with just herself, her carrier wing and 3 Plymouth class Starships that where assigned to the station.

The station was evacuated with minimal losses to civilian life but at great cost. Admiral Llewellyn fought a broadside battle and using her phaser lance and main deflector dish as a particle weapon destroyed two cubes and crippled the third cube. However the explosion of the two cubes meant wreckage collided with the Fortitude ripping her Port side nacelle and wreckage tearing thru the secondary hull and forward saucer.

The Fortitude was deemed to damage to be restored to front line service however the valiant fight and bravery of her crew and Captain earned the Fortitude a place in the Fleet museum.

This brings us to the New Fortitude, NCC-121021-E.

Admiral Miles Llewellyn was giving his choice of assignments but true to form he only ever wanted to be a Captain. Before the Fortitude’s untimely end Miles had been reviewing new Starships designs and had a Soft spot for the Exeter Class Starships, which where modern takes on older ships and remind him of the Older Ships names Fortitude.

So forever a dreamer at times Miles took command of a Exeter class Fortitude.

So the voyages of the Fortitude moves unto a new chapter, “let’s see what’s out there!”

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“I, Koraq, having been appointed an officer in the United Federation of Planets …”

The grizzly grey-haired Klingon stood at attention, one hand raised repeating the words of the Starfleet Oath of Service. 

“…as indicated in the grade of Lieutenant do solemnly swear …” 

In times past, he held the rank of Captain, yet that had been in the Klingon Defense Forces. 

Lieutenant was his new rank … his Starfleet rank. 

“… that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United Federation of Planets …” 

It still felt strange.  He is Klingon! … Klingon to his fingertips! Yet, here he was swearing loyalty to the Federation. 

“… against all enemies, foreign or domestic, …”

And now the Klingon Empire was the enemy. They were enemy of the Federation and thus his enemy. 

“… that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; …”

His reason for turning his back on his people? 

Well, it was not a decision taken lightly nor did Koraq see it as turning his back on his people. … Only the government that ruled the Empire. 

“… that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservations or purpose of evasion; …”

His reason? … The Klingon-Federation War. 

When the Klingons declared war on the United Federation of Planets, they did so against what had been an ally with home they had maintained honorable relations. 

The act of the declaration, in Koraq’s eyes, was beyond dishonorable. And whereas some of his kin remained on a path of dishonor, he chose to walk one of honor. 

“… and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office upon which I am about to enter.” 

His oath complete, the Klingon went from decades of commanding warships of the Empire to captaining those of the Federation. 

Yes, he was starting out low in rank, but being enrolled in Starfleet’s captaincy candidate program. 

It offered a fast track through ranks with a quick chance of soon becoming for the Federation what he had been for the Empire. 

Besides, how many Starfleet ship captain’s could say they were graduates of both the Klingon Imperial Academy *and* Starfleet Academy? 

——

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Scene: Aboard the U.S.S. Timber Wolf
Date: August 1, 2294

A bundle for another time

Capt. Unyrra Sollace walked along the corridor of the starship she commanded, imagining she could hear the hum and slight vibration of the Kerala-class’ warp core. 

All her imagination of course as the warp core could not be felt through the decking or the sound of its power coursing reach her ears from where she stood. 

Her imaginations, however, gave her comfort as it was part of what for Unyrra was everyday life aboard the U.S.S. Timber Wolf. 

Farther down the corridor loomed the double doors to the ship’s arboretum. 

And once inside, it was easy to find the special guests that had asked to come aboard so as to make a private, special request of her specifically. 

With no idea what this request was to be, it did raise her curiosity up as it wasn’t everyday that one received a visit from a medicine person of the Bear Tribe Medicine Society — an interracial (now interspecies) society founded in 1971 by Sun Bear, an Ojibwe man who had a vision of people of all ethnicities coming together to learn to live in harmony with the Earth and natural world of the universe.

She found him located down a trail, standing atop a cliff, overlooking a waterfall that poured into a small lake – a lake located in the heart and hull of a starship out among the very stars themselves. 

He held up a hand sprinkling something into the wind … an offering she guessed … while he seemed to be muttering words of a prayer under his breath. 

Airing on the side of caution, Unyrra chose to wait for him to finish. 

Only when he turned away from what he had been doing and in her direction did she speak. 

Atohi Walker smiled as he stepped away from the cliff and approached the ship’s captain. 

“This is a remarkable place to find aboard a starship,” he said. 

Samuel Windwalker was a tall yet slender man, likely in his fifties or early sixties. His heritage was one not just of human mixed, but likely a couple other species as well. 

However, his features definitely showed deep roots in one of the tribal peoples of Earth North American origin. 

“I have to admit, it’s definitely a favorite spot of mine,” Unyrra returned with a warm smile. “A place to be and escape the calls of command during off hours.”

“Why don’t we sit, Captain, then and take in the view together as we discuss matters?” he asked with a nod, yet waiting for her to accept his offer to sit together. 

“Why don’t we indeed?” she returned, moving to sit lotus-style in a position to take in the view as they spoke.

After a moment, he placed the fur wrapped bundle he carried with him between them. 

“As you have likely surmised, there is a reason for my visit.” 

“I surmised as much,” she returned. “What can I do for you, Mr. Windwalker?” 

“Samuel, please, Captain.” 

“Only if you call me Unyrra,” she returned. 

“Very well.” Samuel smiled. “Unyrra it shall be.” 

“So, what brings you aboard the Wolf?” she asked. 

In response, he very lightly and respectfully patted the bundle between them.

“This,” he answered. 

“It is a sacred bundle that happens to protect a sacred Pipe within … a newly carved Pipe fashioned from black Pipestone,” he continued. “And its spirit has asked that it be brought here to you.” 

“I … I don’t understand,” Unyrra said, trying to make sense of it.

“Why would a sacred Pipe want to be brought to me?” she asked.  

“Because it wants you to carry it to where it needs to go … and when the time is right, pass it onto the person who it is truly meant for.” 

“So, I’m just a messenger then?” she asked, seeking clarity. “Who am I to deliver it to?” 

“THAT, I do not know, Captain, only that to say that you will know when you meet the person as the Pipe’s spirit will speak to you in that moment …. Whether through dream, intuition or other means, but there will be no doubt.”

“ In that moment when you meet the person it’s meant for,” Windwalker continued. “You will know.” 

“But why me?” Unyrra asked. 

“Why are any of us chosen for anything?” he returned in answer. 

“Those reasons were not shared with me other than the feeling that you are about to go on a journey and only through your journey will the Pipe be able to reach the person who is destined to carry it.”

Unyrra sat, taking in his answer and rolling it around in her mind … and it was her in her spirit she felt his words to be true.

‘But what journey?’ she asked herself inwardly. 

“Then who am I to argue with what is destined to be?” she said outwardly.

“Good!” Samuel exclaimed happily even as he reached for the bundle. 

“Then let us introduce you to this … as yet unnamed … sacred Pipe you will be carrying.”

As he opened the bundle and began spreading it out between them, he eyed Unyrra.

“You captain a wolf that travels the stars,” he said.

Many see the wolf as an adventurous spirit, loyal to its pack, a creature of courage & leadership, one who gathers wisdom from its adventures and is a great teacher,” he continued.

“This ship of yours is a beacon of life that runs through the stars as a wolf runs through a forest,” he continued. “The galaxy is her forest and she sweeps all of you along with her.”

As if on cue, a pair of wolves stepped from the tree line of the forest below, looking at them intently as the Medicine man turned his attention back to the Pipe between them.

At some point in the past, someone through adding a pack of wolves to the arboretum a fun addition.

Even if holographic in nature, they seemed to have personalities each of their own.

“Just as this Pipe has the spirit of the stars themselves, this ship has the spirit of the wolf it was so aptly named after.

—

Out of Story: This one is meant to introduce a new captain, ship and item … all of which are destined for a major story arc that is about to begin with the next story that’s yet to come.

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Down he went and the transporter officer was suddenly in complete panic mode.

Not because a Starfleet Fleet Admiral was crumbled on the pad in front of him … or was it a Klingon Dahar Master? …. One couldn’t be sure in situations like this.

Hell … maybe it was both?

“MEDICAL EMERGENCY IN TRANSPORTER ROOM 2!” he screamed into his commbadge, even as his hands flowed across his control panel in a professional manner that came from years of training.

He left the Klingon on crumbled on the transporter pad to the security officer who was supposed to be there as escort for the expected pair of Klingons but instead was overseeing the comfort of the flag officer sprawled before them all.

“He’s still alive,” the security officer called out before looking back at the transporter officer.

“What the hell happened????” he asked.

“According to diagnostics, the transporter of origin initiated the transport sequence of the pair making the handoff to our transporter which saw the patterns as basically identical and so registered it as ONE pattern!”

His fingers continued their dance, working the controls to see if the damage could be undone.

“So, the system merged the patterns into one form and the result is now laid out in front of us,” he continued.

“Can it be reversed?” Sec asked.

“I’ve already tried to reverse the transport …. Even used the Tuvix protocols from Voyager but because they were copies of the same damned person … The system can’t lock onto the individual patterns and still only sees the one!”

“We are SO SO fucked!” he added for good measure.

Monitoring the Klingon’s life signs til the medics arrived, the sec glanced back at the transporter officer.

“I definitely don’t want to be in your shoes when the brass … or their families find out,” sec told him.

Before the transporter chief could offer a response, the medical team burst into the room, simply adding to the chaos of the moment.

“There is no … easy … way of saying this,” Admiral Adoy began, “but there has been an accident.”

“Hauk and Hauk’ were beaming from the ceremony to their respective ships when there was … an accident,” he explained.

“Two beamed off one pad, but only one rematerialized on the other end,” he continued.

“Were they able to recover the lost pattern and rematerialize?” Admiral Quinn asked, taken aback.

“Only one pattern remained,” Adoy answered.

“Which one did we lose?”

“Both? …. Neither?” Adoy answered.

At Quinn’s puzzled expression, the Moketian continued.

“From what they’ve been able to piece together so far, the system hiccupped and mistook the two for one individual and combined their patterns into one.”

“Since they are essentially the same person, just from different realities,” he continued. “It went rather seamlessly with both consciousnesses knitting together into one – one that maintains the memories of both individuals.”

“How are efforts going to separate them back into two again?” Quinn asked.

“All signs point towards that being an impossibility, Adoy answered. “Something about the fact they are the same person … albet two different realities … Their patterns are impossible to differentiate and so splitting them back into two is …”

“… not possible,” Quinn finished for him.

“Seems this new version of Hauk has come to terms with it, however, and is shrugging it off.”

Quinn raised an eyebrow as the other Admiral continued.

“He feels both of his old selves would be content with this arrangement as both exist inside him … He is in a sense … both. … All their memories and even their traits were pretty much the same.”

“As they would see and approach things is as he does.”

“Apparently, it … completes them somehow,” he added. “As if it was meant to be this way from the very beginning.”

“Destined to be?” Quinn noted. “How are the Klingons and Hauk’s family taking this?”

“You know Klingons … They shrug off such things and so are content with Hauk’s decision,” Adoy answered.

“And the family?”

“Same … Families feel the person they love continues to exist. Only difference is Hauk’ got his missing eye back … thanks to his counterpart who … thanks to Hauk’ … now sports the scar across that once missing eye.”

“Has Hauk decided what he’s going to do … professionally speaking that is?” Quinn asked.

“Starfleet or Klingon Empire?”

“He will return to family holdings of House of Rha, which he will ‘continue’ to lead … and plans to serve in the Khitomer Alliance … straddling both, Starfleet and the Klingon Defense Force via the neutrality of the Alliance.”

“An interesting solution,” Quinn noted. “Not bad. … Going to miss my sparring sessions with Hauk’, however.”

“On that, Admiral,” Adoy said with smile. “Hauk’ wanted me to tell you that he expects on the mat tomorrow and to bring your sword … wanting me to tell you that you are NOT getting out of this week’s session that easily and as before … Holo-communicates will allow you both to continue the sessions via holodecks.”

Quinn laughed, knowing he should have realized he wasn’t getting out of it that easily.

Maybe they both WERE still in that new body created by a transporter gone berserk.

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By Mike Tripp

—

Scene: Battle Bridge, U.S.S. Dante
Stardate: 240513.1840 (aka. May 13, 2409)

“They went for it!”

Lt. Sean Dalmore punched the arm of the command chair in childish delight. The Borg had taken the bait and extended their shields around the doomed saucer section.

An alarm sounded from the tactical station currently manned by Suzanne – a Yeoman who was the only other person on the battle bridge besides Sean and Allen.

“Sir, sensors are detecting intruders!”

From the helm, Allen called up the proper readings before continuing.

“It seems Dante’s science officer created a special program to detect the subspace wave used by the Borg that lets remaining drones remain in constant contact with each other. That program is currently detecting 61… correction 64 Borg in and around engineering. “

The Dante’s makeshift Captain, Sean, laced his fingers together in front of him with his elbows resting on the chair’s arms as he tried to sort his way through it all.

“Do you see any signs of anything the former crew may have developed to counter a boarding party?”

Before Sollace could answer, a warp conduit opened, swallowing the LaForge-Cube with its intended prey still gripped tightly behind its shields. The Saucer went critical as a tremendous beam of white energy shot out across space, narrowly missing the Dante stardrive as the Borg Cube appeared to be vaporized.

—
Scene: Main Bridge, U.S.S. Nelson

<>

Dustin MacLeod stood behind the tactical station, a place he hadn’t been in years but felt as comfortable there as trying on an old pair of shoes.

He quickly pulled up Borg tactics as well as his old, pre-programmed weapons combinations.

J.B., the assistant chief security officer on duty, stood to the right on internal security and sensors, bowing to the XO’s superior tactical experience with the Borg.

The phaser blasts did not penetrate the Borg ship’s shields, of course.

Then the Dante began to fire upon the saucer section.

Seconds later, the Borg shield was extended around the saucer section, and the two ships began to move off together. The Dante turned away from the retreating ships as they began to go transwarp again, but simply coasting away under maneuvering thrusters.

The combined Borg- Dante Saucer began to disappear into the non-space of transwarp. When they were about halfway through, the saucer glowed white as her engines overloaded, and a tremendous beam of white energy shot out across space, narrowly missing what was left of the Dante and completely vaporizing the Borg cube.

Even at this distance, the Nelson shook violently in the shockwave.

What happened next was nothing short of spectacular.

When the afterimages faded from the crew’s eyes, there stood a wormhole in place of the saucer and Borg Cube. Bright oranges, reds, and deep blues swirled as a hole opened.

Immediately, J.B. called out, “Scanning… There is no signature from the other side that indicates a destination. The Borg ship and the Dante’s saucer section are gone.”

“Captain, I can’t predict its stability, but I do know that the Borg ship is on the other end and is severely damaged,” he continued.

The stardrive section seemed to be running out of luck, too.

One of about a dozen tendrils snaked out of the wormhole, crossing the Dante’s nacelles and pulling the abbreviated ship inside. Then the wormhole disappeared.

MacLeod looked down at his Captain, his expression grave.

“Captain, I picked up numerous transporter signals throughout the stardrive section during that battle and based on our scans, it is possible that over two hundred Borg are currently on board the USS Dante.

Tracey stood up and approached the viewscreen…her people were on that ship and they could be clueless that they had been boarded.

Even if they knew, there was little they could do….even if they had known where they had gone.

Dustin ran back to the Science Station and drew up a map of the Dante.

“I counted well over sixty in Main Engineering,” he exclaimed. “They’re going to take the ship from there and then work their way to the Battle Bridge!”

Captain Mills couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed at all the curve balls she’d been thrown.

—
Scene: Battle Bridge, U.S.S. Dante

Sollace fought with the controls as the wave passed over the ship, rocking it violently in its wake. A Wormhole appeared opening in all its brightly swirling colors. … Its tendrils snaked outward crossing the Dante’s nacelles, pulling the abbreviated ship inside.

Then the wormhole disappeared.

Passage through the wormhole was bumpy at best, lasting for barely more than two minutes, but seeming more like an eternity.

Then, she was through.

The Dante appeared on the other side not much the worse for wear, keeping in mind of course that it was only the stardrive section.

Nearby, drifted the shattered remains of the Borg Cube.

Sean lifted himself from the floor as was Allen.

Behind him, he noted Suzanne laying stretched out on the deck in a crumpled form. Moving toward her, his hand reached toward her neck…..Thankful when he felt a strong pulse.

Breathing a deep sigh, he turned to the FCO. “Report.”

“We’ve made it through the wormhole in something close to one piece. The wormhole has already closed, and the Borg Cube is drifting derelict 3,000 meters off the port bow,” Sollace reported.

Then he smiled briefly.

“It looks like there’s not much left of it. Sensors detect … about four or five life signs. And I don’t think the ship can be salvaged.”

Sean breathed another sigh of relief.

‘Well, that was one down,’ he thought to himself.

“What of the Borg currently on board?” he then spoke aloud.

“Sensors detect a total of 115 crawling around in the lower decks….and it looks like that number may be growing. They’re assimilating the crew as they go.”

“Did the former crew develop any sort of contingency plan?”

After reading through the files, Sollace’s smile grew as he read.

“Yes, sir! I don’t understand it all, but the program tracks down each individual Borg via their subspace wave. It can also disrupt and block that signal as well as achieve a transporter lock from it. The system is programmed to automatically lock on and beam them to whatever coordinates we state. It’ll continue until all boarders have been repelled.”

“Seems they just didn’t have the time left to initiate it,” he added.

The CSO smiled warmly. It seemed luck was with them.

“Mr. Sollace, set coordinates for 2,000 meters off the starboard bow and stand-by to initiate program on my mark. … MARK!”

With the sequence keyed, all the Dante’s remaining active transporters powered up as they sprang to life. Borg began materializing into empty space beyond the ship.

After ten minutes, they were safe again.

Sollace checked his readings.

“I read only 37 lifeforms remaining onboard including us.”

“Only thirty-seven out of this ship’s former full crew complement?” Sean asked, the shocked sorrow registering in his voice.

‘So much for saving the Dante and her crew,’ Sean thought to himself. ‘To think of all that had lost their lives in this.’

Pushing back those ugly thoughts, Sean had to think about the living.

“Where are we?”

“Checking sensors now,” Allen called out from flight control. … “Well THAT can’t be right.”

He re-tapped the commands back into the console a second and third time before speaking again.

“Readings show us just outside the Corvaenuz System,” he said finally, “but the stars are off slightly.”

“What do you mean … off?” Sean asked.

“Location is confirmed but……”

The young officer’s facial expressions twisted into a rather puzzled and mystified expression as his voice trailed off.

“What can’t be right, Ensign?” Sean prodded.

“Sir, our location is indeed the Corvaunis System, but …” he paused again, but only for a few seconds … “The time is off.”

“Off in what way, Ensign?” the acting captain prodded, again awaiting the answer.

“If these readings are correct … It says the year is no longer 2409,” he answered, swiveling in his chair to look his friend in the eye.

“Calculated by star positions, computer says the year is ….”

“… 2370,” a new voice on the battle bridge finished quite calmly.

“You have … yes … traveled 39 years back into what would be considered your past,” it continued.

All eyes swiveled to see who the hell had spoken, all rising (if seated) and bringing phasers to bear.

It was Sean as acting captain who spoke, however.

“And who the HELL are you? … Q ????”

“No, I’m not the entity referred to as ‘Q’,” he answered with a shake of his head.

“I’m Daniels … a temporal agent from the 32nd century, dispatched to investigate your sudden appearance within this timeline.”

Before anyone could breathe another word, Daniel’s touched a device attached to his forearm and immediately all present found themselves no longer aboard the scarred battle bridge of the Dante, but somewhere else entirely.

“Welcome to my temporal observatory,” the agent answered quickly before the question could be asked.

Sean asked the next logical question.

“You say you are from the 32nd century and we …. We have been transported back to 2370?”

“And what the hell is a temporal observatory?” Sollace blurted out.

Daniels raised a hand to cease questions before drawing in a long, deep breath.

“From what we have been able to gather, the Borg cube attempted opening a transwarp conduit looking to drag the Dante in with it. … Only the attempt resulted in a wormhole, slicing across time and reality to land you here in 2370 … as well as an alternate.”

“Wait, wait, wait … Not just into the past but realities???” Sollace exclaimed.

Sean placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder before stepping forward, as the original leader of the rescue team from the U.S.S. Nelson … and as formerly acting captain of the Dante, he represented both the Nelson team and the Dante survivors.

“So, YOU are saying that WE are no longer in 2409 … but 2370 … AND not even still in our own universe?” he asked trying to wrap his head it all.

“Exactly,” Daniels confirmed.

“That wormhole cut through the fabric of your universe and into one of the adjacent realities … not too dissimilar from your own … but definitely different.”

“Different in what way?” Sean asked, trying to stay up with the conversation even as his mind reeled from the idea of it all.

“There are slight bits of history … small things,” the agent swept his arm around the observatory and towards the timeline that encircled them all, “that differ enough that as history continues to expand forward … it will result and shape itself into a completely different timeline than the one you know.”

“Ok,” Sean said, finally finding his mental feet again. “Then send us back.”

Daniel’s shook his head.

“An impossibility,” Daniels answered quickly.

“Sadly, there is no going back for any of you … THIS … is your new home,” he continued.

“Why?” Sollace asked. “You are from the 32nd century. And from the look of this place, you surely have the technology. … Send us back.”

“We cannot because you are already still there.”

Daniel’s expression turned sad for them, mixed with understanding of how they must be feeling.

“As impossible as any of this sounds …,” and again he turned toward a floating timeline, calling up a visual representation as he spoke.

“… The you still aboard the Dante of yet a third reality was also sucked by the borg into the same type wormhole, only it cut from their universe into yours and only transported them backwards in time a few hours.”

“They warned Capt. Mills and the Nelson of what events were about to happen so those events could be altered and changed … as is correct for that reality’s timeline,” Daniels added.

Sean looked as if he was about to vomit.

“So, you are saying we still exist there … and yet we are here … at the same time?”

“What happens to us?” Allen Sollace added the question.

“This is where you are meant to exist now … Yes,” Daniels answered. “This is where you are meant to remain.”

“Our families … friends … our lives?” Sollace asked.

“You are where you need to be, and this reality’s events will unfold as they need to because of it.”

The temporal agent paused a moment before adding … “I am sorry about the loss of your family and friends … but those aren’t your lives any longer.”

Sean was still trying to wrap his mind around it all.

“But by being here, we’re altering this reality’s history,” he stated not so much as a question, but a fact.

“And yet that is what is needed for this universe’s timeline to unfold as is necessary,” Daniels answered with conviction in his voice.

“What happens to us?” Sollace asked.

Daniel’s waved his hand across the displayed timeline, sending it back as threads within the larger master line.

“We will help each of you in creating new lives, integrating you into this time, this place.”

“And we are to just ignore the fact that we know how history is going to unfold?” Sean asked.

Daniels shook his head. “You forget that I said this timeline unfolds differently from you own, in fact … the planet Rom …”

He paused as if catching himself before changing verbal tracks.

“… Let’s just say history here will unfold different from what you originally knew to the point that when you reach 2409 again … It will be completely different.”

“No,” Sollace said, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“No … Send us back. Family … friends … our lives are back there,” he continued. “Send us back now!”

Daniels’ shook his head but still smiled a thin smile.

“No … we cannot. … BUT I do now see why you end up becoming the ship’s cap … the person you are meant to be.”

Scene: Main Bridge, U.S.S. Fenrir
Stardate: 240513.1840 (aka. May 13, 2409)

Those on Earth knew the date as May 13, 2409 … a date burned deep into the soul of Capt. Ironheart.

Looking out over the bridge of his command … the U.S.S. Fenrir, NCC-185377, Allen saw not the crew but instead the events of 32 years prior.

It was on this date the U.S.S. Nelson answered the distress call of the U.S.S. Dante and dispatched a rescue team over to a ship whose crew had already been assimilated by an attacking Borg cube.

Was on this date that rescue team had assumed control of the Dante via the battle bridge and were swept into a wormhole created by said Borg cube’s failed attempt to open a stable transwarp corridor.

Thus, sweeping the surviving members of the team 39 years into the past … and into an alternate timeline.

No way of returning, young Ens. Allen Narross Sollace was forced to change his name (well, last name at least) and assimilate into that time, that place.

Thanks to the workings of temporal agent Daniels, he and others of the team were able to remain in Starfleet … beginning their new march through the years of history … including one Dominion War.

And now Allen Sollace … Allen Ironheart … had reached the date he’d last left in another reality whose timeline completely differed from the one he’d been forced to live just to reach the same date once more.

He’d helped establish a new colony, fought the Dominion War, worked his way up through the ranks of Starfleet and even assisted with saving lives of refuges from the supernova that claimed the Romulan homeworld and several of its colonies.

Just one of the many events different from what he’d learned in school as a child.

Daniel’s had let slip that Allen would go on to become a ship’s captain and that came to pass a few years back.

Stroking the arm of his command chair, he took pride in Fenris and her crew.

With a few final thoughts of his wife, children and grandkids … Capt. Ironheart noted that although the transition had been hard … leaving behind all they’d lost …, he was pleased with the way life had worked out.

He also made a note to contact Sean Dalmore … also now a Ironheart … on this day of all days and share a drink with his friend who was out there commanding a ship of his own as well.

The survivors of their original rescue team (being few in number) each agreed to adopt and share the family name “Ironheart” while also helping establish a new colony where they’d all call home.

Ironheart because they knew they’d have to have hearts of iron to see them through the tragedy of the lives (and loved ones) forever lost to them now.

They’d come to consider themselves one family … bound by ties beyond those of blood.

And that family had grown a bit larger over the years since.

A thought that left Allen smiling as he turned back towards the bridge and mission before them.

He definitely needed to remember to call his brother later on for that shared drink.

—

Out of Story: The above begins by revisiting a story written back in the 1990s from the play-by-email RPG group U.S.S. Nelson within the overall Trek universe of alt.starfleet.rpg (a newsnet group at that time).

Allen Sollace was my very first character and through this, I took the version of him that went through the wormhole and showed where he actually ended up … as the version that went back and warned the Nelson was indeed … from another reality even back then (to explain his the twin self remained and became one Ross MacBride … whose story will also continue within this STO verse, but more on that story at a later date.

Respectfully,

Capt. Allen Ironheart
CO, U.S.S. Fenrir

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Captain’s Log — U.S.S. Excalibur, NCC-87500

SD: 2024-1022.2215

It’s time to get this frakking show on the road.

Under my command, this Lamarr-class explorer has been our in space for the past seven months, but we have yet to conduct one single mission of exploration (or even diplomacy) beyond the scanning of whatever is within sensor range as we pass through the space in which we travel.

A lot of that I admit comes from my work within Alliance Central Command’s Malstrom Expeditionary Force, *BUT* when I accepted this role, it was understood that I would be a flag officer leading from the front lines.

Instead, we’ve spent the last many months ferrying crew and supplies to the various starbases, space stations and outposts within and surrounding the Malstrom Expanse.

And that has been a LOT of personnel that have boarded and disembarked this ship during that time.

But as a moment of pride, we can state that Hell’s Keep has been fully manned and in the process of a complete refit.

And Starbase Hatteras is also fully manned and operational with work underway to upgrade the starbase to its next and final form which will include full spacedock facilities.

This is not to say that we have no had a bit of adventure, however, and not all of it good.

Last week, we received an emergency distress call from a Klingon colony on Narvek IV with the contact itself sparse on details.

When we arrived, we found the outpost abandoned of all people.

There were signs of fire fight and battle, yet no bodies … of either attackers or those attacked.

Once the last of the supplies are dropped off at Kollaris Prime, we plan to return to the Narvek system to check in with the teams we left there and join them once again in the investigation and hunt to discover the fate of the colonists.

— Flt Adm. Hauk’

CO, U.S.S. Excalibur

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The namesake of the U.S.S. Shangri-La was introduced in the 2280s as the prototype of the class cruiser that went on to bear its name.

Then in 2399, the eighth and most current starship to bear the name launched as a Constitution III-class exploration cruiser, NCC-2575-G.

She saw several years operating in deep space, scoring several first contacts with newly encountered civilizations in the process while likewise observing / studying several more that were pre-warp and thus direct contact restricted via the Prime Directive.

But then in 2401 she was recalled from deep space and ordered to return to Earth for what ended up becoming another Borg invasion and takeover of the ships of Starfleet itself during that year’s Frontier Day ceremony.

Shangri-La was one among the majority of ships taken over by the Borg, but also one that received only minor damage during the process.

Once repairs were made and the fleet coordination software / systems removed, the Connie III cruiser was released from drydock once more and thrown back out into the depths of space in 2402.

In 2407, the ship was recalled and crew reassigned during as the ship was temporarily removed from active service for overhaul and refit.

Shangri-La G was stripped down only to be built back up with the latest in technology restoring her status to being one of the most advanced exploration ships in the fleet.

A Starfleet officer of mixed Klingon/Human/Romulan heritage, Capt. Hauk Wolfseye, assumed command and oversaw the refit while assembling a new crew for the Connie III’s eventual return to space.

“Not only did the Shangri-La help to survive the Borg on Frontier Day, it also extended our map of known space with many successful first contacts made in the process,” said Wolfseye during an interview prior to ship’s re-launch.

Even before her official re-commissioning, the cruiser was pressed back into service to assist with defending the Alpha/Beta Quadrants from the all out Borg Assault of 2409.

Although this ship was officially re-assigned to Alliance Central Command’s and the Malstrom Expeditionary Force, operating within the Malstrom Expanse, she soon found herself mired down once more into a maelstrom of continuing conflict and war in the form of the Klingon-Federation War, conflicts with the Romulan fight for independence from the Tal Shiar, the Cardassian “True Way” movement and of course the Iconian War and all that followed.

Ship and crew look forward to returning to the Malstrom Expanse and resuming their core mission of exploration and discovery.

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He once had a family .. a family of some note before the loss of the homeworld, yet he’d been pushed out by that time.

He also loved science in a family that for generations had served the military.

At a young age, Adalma attended the Romulan Imperial Academy, becoming an officer in the imperial navy after graduating.

Science was a gift that always came naturally to him, but so was the art of combat tactics.

The latter is the one embraced by both family and the Empire and thus the mold he found himself unhappily crammed into.

At least until a console exploded in his face, damaging eyes and optical nerves to the point of being legally blind — his sight too blurry to perform his duties.

It spelled the end of his career in the Imperial Navy as the Romulans considered him les than a man because of it.

As did his family for that matter.

With a long naval tradition, they held his loss of sight against him, making life miserable.

When the evacuations began, his family refused to accept Federation aid or assistance.

Adalma saw it as his ticket out of an extremely bad situation.

Sneaking onto an evacuation ship, he fled ffrom family and the coming horror the supernova represented.

And it was in the Federation that strangers not only took him in … but restored his sight with special glasses.

He surprised himself when he found after this that he actually wanted to get back out into space, but this time studying its mysteries as a science officer.

So, he applied to Starfleet Academy and was fast tracked into the fleet upon his acceptance.

Within two years, he had his own command and now commands the experimental Glenn-class science spearhead cruiser named U.S.S. Raegal.

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