Interstellar conflict burns across the Alpha and Beta Quadrants. An unholy alliance between the mysterious Founders of the Dominion and the Cardassian Union has become a threat to freedom for all living in the Alpha Quadrant. As systems fall one-by-one the grip of the Dominion grows tighter.
With Deep Space 9 in the hands of the Dominion, and the Romulan Star Empire sitting on the sidelines, 2374 has not been a optimistic year for the Federation/Klingon Alliance. Fall back and retreat has become the motto amongst Starfleet crews. Even General Martok has said, “War is much more fun when you are winning. Defeat makes my wounds ache.” Morale is at an all-time low.
But, one ship of the fleet, the Nebula-class USS Denver, is a survivor. With its captain dead, the ship’s executive officer leads the crew to safety following the Battle of Tyra. Out of the 112 starships that fought Denver was one of 14 survivors. With veteran officers learning new positions, replacements are seeing what the horrors of war are all about. Will the Denver crew bend or break?
Rebecca stared at the screen trying in vain to figure out what was happening. “I don’t have a clue,” she said, answering Riandri’s question. “Mr. Crawford, what are the sensors detecting.”
Peter had scrambled to his station and very gently dismissed the operations ensign that had [...]
Angelica Ryder struggled against her bonds. She was in some sort of facility lying on a cold hard table with nothing more than a sheet to cover her. She hurt from the restraints. She hurt from the table, and she was chilled to the bone.
Incredibly a Klingon and a Vorta worked [...]
Rebecca appeared on the transporter pad in transporter room two with Peter Crawford and Alexander Willis at her side. “Thanks, Chief,” she said the the transporter operator as she stepped off the pad and walked out into the corridor with her two officers in tow.
“I’d like you to work [...]
Little had changed in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, since Rebecca had last been there. It was just another typical Midwest city, even centuries removed from the collapse of American heavy industry, the city still had that “rust belt” feel about it.
Doctor Tess Ryder’s house was a [...]