The window showed the Grim Wall, civilian ships either arriving or leaving, and the Copernicus-class Hecate Station. Inside, the office looked warm, cozy, and inviting. A leather couch, a weird mechanical lamp (quite old), and rusty colors gave the room a unique steampunk vibe. The shelves displayed a medical degree, command prestige, and hard-earned medals. They also held familiar pictures of family, friends, and former crew members. One photo showed a small group of young officers standing together with cheerful smiles beneath a plaque labeled “USS Jaxartes.”

In the chair, a woman leaned back with one hand supporting her head, while her other hand swiped through the PADD. Many names scrolled past her eyes. Finally, she placed the PADD down on the desk, rubbed her face, and took a deep breath. “Why did I accept this job…?” she muttered, doubt crawling in like darkness, growing strong as the light dimmed.

“Captain Ruslanovna, we have an incoming communication from Hecate Command. They request it be viewed by command staff only.”

The voice of Ko echoed slightly in the room as the woman looked up from her hands.

“Understood. Report to my office and patch the communication through.”

“Understood, Captain. On my way.”

Commander Yoon-Jung, her First Officer and former Commanding Officer of the USS Tokyo, had endured a tragic start that no new captain should ever have faced. She’d been sent into the lion’s den against the Borg—and barely survived. The commander entered the office and saluted her Captain.

“I have arrived, per your request, ma’am.”

The captain took a deep breath and motioned to the empty chair for Ko to sit. The XO complied. Meanwhile, the communication link opened, revealing a holographic 3D image of a Fleet Captain.

“Fleet Captain Kobahl. What news do you bring to the table?” Ruslanovna asked, a slight grin forming as she leaned back in her chair, warmth glimmering in her eyes at the sight of her lover.

Sazra rolled her eyes, noticing Ko’s presence and restraining the urge to respond too personally. She nodded to them both.

“Captain Silina Ruslanovna, Commander Yoon-Jung Ko, I have to alter your shakedown course for a more pressing matter. As you might be aware, the Klingon Empire’s internal machinations are spinning out of control in certain sectors.”

“Due to Toral’s promises of more glory and war,” Ko said, clicking her tongue and crossing her arms.

Sazra eyed Ko for a brief second and nodded. “Chancellor Toral’s pledge to restore the glory of old has not convinced everyone, but certain loyal houses see it as a blessing to move in. Their eyes are set on the former Romulan Empire and its fragile state.” She shrugged. “Fourth Fleet Command has its hands full, so do I with the Klingons as our neighbors.”

“So, you’re sending us through the Pilgrim Path to patrol?” Ko asked.

Silina shook her head. “That wouldn’t make sense. The USS Kusanagi is better suited for that job.”

“That is correct,” Sazra agreed. “The USS Kusanagi is preparing for a more intensive patrol near the borders. I’ve marked that mission as escorting trading ships to and from the Klingon border, but really it’s just a way of saying, ‘We’re here and watching.’” Sazra swiped her finger, and another hologram of a planet appeared. “No, I’m sending you a three days travel to the Romulan Republic borders.”

“Dhaillak…” Ko read the planetary information. “Only 20,000 people live there? A new colony?”

Sazra nodded. “Nestled on the fringes of Romulan Republic space, Dhaillak has 20,000 settlers seeking opportunities after the Empire’s collapse. It already has two cities, an unknown number of villages, and basic agriculture and mining operations that look promising for them, and the Republic.” She shrugged. “However, Dhaillak’s remote location leaves it ill-prepared for sudden incursions. It became a prime target for House T’Vagh. They sent a distress call, and Starfleet deems the Gemini profile to be the best fit.”

Silina noticed Ko’s confusion at the mention of their profile. “She means our medical support specialization,” Ruslanovna clarified. Then she turned back to Sazra. “What do we know about this House T’Vagh?”

“Lord T’Vagh is ambitious, and dangerous. His loyalty to House Konjah is fierce; he sends forces as ordered without question. He’s an opportunist who sees each assignment as a chance for more recognition in the Empire.” Sazra placed her hands behind her back. “Strategically, his warriors are highly trained, strike decisively, and favor close-quarters combat.”

Ko rolled her eyes. “Let me guess: They want to boost their honor and personal valor?”

Sazra nodded. “Romulan reports indicate House T’Vagh’s ships are behind the attacks. The Republic is unable to provide military support yet, but they’re desperately constructing city shields and planetary defenses. However…” Sazra paused, searching for the right words.

“They’re losing people faster than they can build defenses,” Silina said, rubbing her temple. “What does Starfleet expect us to do? We’re not equipped for heavy engineering support. The USS Himalaya might be better suited.”

“Well…” Sazra began, but Silina recognized the look of frustration. “Fourth Fleet Command directed the Gemini to respond to the distress call. You’re to provide medical aid, defend the area without escalating hostilities, and maintain diplomatic channels. If possible, help stabilize Dhaillak’s infrastructure.”

Ko looked stunned. “Wait, we’re going in blind against a hostile Klingon house that bombs and attacks innocents?” She looked away in frustration, clenching her fist and muttering to herself. Then, trying to calm down, she looked back. “Starfleet can’t be serious…”

Tapping her temple, Silina glanced at her First Officer. She understood the feeling of an unreasonable order but also the reasons behind it. She looked back at Sazra. “You’re not happy about this either, are you, Captain?”

“You know me well,” Sazra said with a faint smile. “I’d rather have my entire squadron with me, but I need someone with strong experience at a remote Romulan colony. Reminds you of a certain mission?” Sazra hinted at their last mission together, involving the underspace. “I’m relying on you. But please don’t let the Klingons bait you into a fight you can’t win.”

Silina nodded at Sazra, smiling softly. “Understood. We’ll be back before you know it. Ruslanovna out.” With a quick wink, she closed the channel. It was a daring operation, to be sure. She turned to Ko. “Get the crew ready, Commander. We depart as soon as possible.” She noticed a hint of resistance, painful memories of why Ko had lost her command. Ko nodded, stood, and left the office, Ruslanovna’s eyes following her.

“Computer,” Silina said, “provide me with a list of all medical staff, all data on Dhaillak, and queue a medical supplies request form.” The computer bleeped as she turned back to her console. “This will be a challenge…” she said, shaking her head. “Why did I accept this position…”

Space around Hecate Station was hectic, pretty normal for a trading outpost on the border. Various Starfleet ships, part of the Hecate Squadron, were preparing for their assignments. However, an Intrepid-class vessel named the USS Gemini began moving away from the station as its warp engines lit up. With a flash, it jumped away from the safe zone it called home.

“We are officially en route to Dhaillak, Captain,” the Benzite stated in a monotone voice as Padgok stayed focused on the controls as the Chief Helm of the Gemini it was his duty to steer the ship. “ETA is three days. We’ll pass the Betreka Nebula, then Starbase 84, 184, and Deep Space Station K-7, then move past the Archanis Nebula toward the Elgatis Belt. We should arrive on the third day at the Azure Nebula, where we’ll leave Federation space and reach Dhaillak in a few hours.”

Looking at the information, Silina patted Miki on the shoulder before looking at Padgok. “Good. Keep an eye out for any anomalies. Senior staff, report to the observation lounge in five minutes.” Silina picked up her PADD and walked toward the observation lounge to prepare for the briefing.

Observation Lounge

Most of the senior crew arrived, with the last few hurrying in. “Please take a seat,” Silina announced as she sat down after pacing around the room for a few minutes, reviewing the latest data. She saw both familiar and new faces and smiled nonetheless.

“We’re all up to date on the mission parameters, but I’ll give a rundown of the situation. Dhaillak, a Romulan Republic colony, is under siege by House T’Vagh.” She slid her finger up from her PADD, causing an image of the planet to appear, with a few red blinking dots in orbit.

“The latest intel from the Romulan Republic and Starfleet confirms additional ships are on their way.” Two more dots appeared at the edge of the map. “Based on calculations, they left a Klingon starbase only a day away from the border. Miki?” Silina looked in his direction.

Miki, the Chief Security Officer, looked up from his PADD and nodded. “House T’Vagh favors low-orbit strikes followed by targeted ground incursions focusing on infrastructure sabotage, specifically colony shield generators, turrets, or power plants that bolster the colony’s defenses. Further intel confirms, as we suspected, that House T’Vagh is loyal to House Konjah. They will not negotiate unless they see a clear benefit or face overwhelming odds.”

Taking a deep breath, he zoomed in on the planet, showing several cities. “The most recent message from the colony states that their makeshift medical stations are overwhelmed, with limited supplies. The city’s defensive shields won’t hold for more than three days; one settlement might already be partly overrun. The Romulan militia is holding the line against the Klingons, but they’re limited in resources.”

Silina tapped her finger on the table and nodded in Miki’s direction before looking at the rest of the group. “The situation is dire. Starfleet has already stated we’re not to provide direct military support, but we’ll offer humanitarian aid. Based on this intel, our objectives are as follows.” She raised a finger. “First, protect primary population hubs from ground assaults and sabotage.” Another finger. “Second, work with local engineers to keep the shield generators running.” A third finger rose as she looked at Ibrix. “Third, medical staff must coordinate large-scale triage; in the worst-case scenario, set up an evacuation pipeline with security’s support.” She raised a final finger. “Fourth, if House T’Vagh escalates, it’s our job to de-escalate diplomatically. The Federation doesn’t want a full-blown war with the Empire.”

The room grew quiet as everyone absorbed the severity of the situation. Viamame took a deep breath. “With the updated intel forecasting heavy ground combat, I’ll need to tweak my plans. I’ll organize more triage drills and update my deployment supply lists.” She leaned back in her chair feeling the weight of the Chief Medical Officer duties. “But I’m concerned we lack sterile facilities on Dhaillak to handle disruptor injuries from Klingons.”

“How will you handle Klingon wounded?” Drata asked, giving Viamame a pointed look.

She shrugged. “The Hippocratic Oath hasn’t changed, Lieutenant. We care for all injured. But you’re right, it’s worth discussing further with the medical staff so we’re prepared. I’m not in the mood to deal with conflicts in the field hospitals while the wounded pour in.”

Before Drata could object, Silina raised her hand. “How about operations? What’s your perspective on this?”

Drata’s eyes still burned with the desire to debate medical ethics, but he looked at his new captain and shrugged. “The near-failing city shield systems are a concern. I might be able to redirect the deflector systems to the planet, but I need time to consider the engineering possibilities, Romulan tech is a challenge.” The Chief Operations Officer glanced at Cezs, their new Chief Engineering Officer.

The Tellarite woman noticed his look and exhaled. “Given the situation, I’ll have my hands full. I’m no fan of these band-aid solutions, and I’d prefer more time to put a proper fix in place.” Cezs hated the time crunch looming over her. Quick fixes often meant bigger problems down the line.

The chief engineer’s words weighed heavily. Time was precious, and the three-day travel delay didn’t help. “I’ll try to buy more time through diplomacy,” Silina said. “I’ll do my best to handle House T’Vagh. Miki, how is security? Do you need anything?”

“I’d love more intel on the planetary or sector situation,” Miki replied. “But based on what we have, I’ll focus my teams on close-quarters combat and infiltration drills. We can reinforce key planetary positions and remain within the defensive-only policy, if they fire first, we’ll defend ourselves. But be quick on your diplomatic end. These orders might become a handicap if we’re actively being shot at.”

“Scott, you’re quiet. What’s on your mind?” Silina asked, turning to Suto.

Hearing her name, Suto Scott, the Chief Science officer, looked up from her fidgeting hands. She admitted she hadn’t really been paying attention, combat wasn’t her department. “Sorry, Captain. What was the question about?”

Same old Scott. A typical captain might have scolded her, but Silina owed her life to her. She remained calm and smiled. “What can the science department do about the colony’s plea for help? Remember, the faster we finish this assignment, the sooner we can explore the unknown.” Silina knew exactly which button to press.

“Hmm.” It worked. Suto thought for a moment. “We can handle a variety of smaller tasks. We’ll assist with long-range scans for any unwanted guests. We can provide planetary condition reports to Engineering and Security, and help Medical analyze Klingon weapon residues to anticipate burn types or toxins.” She tapped her chin. “We could also dig into intercepted Klingon transmissions and decrypt them. Even do some cultural research on House T’Vagh’s anthropology and linguistics. Just a few ideas.”

Silina’s smile didn’t fade. “That’s excellent, Lieutenant. So, Science will offer support to the other departments. Great thinking.” She looked at the rest of the group. “I know these aren’t ideal conditions for a rescue mission, but I believe our crew is up to the task. Get it done. If you have questions, my door is always open. Dismissed.”

Silina took the same encouraging approach she’d seen from Sazra, motivating and supporting her team’s ideas. There was a lot of work to do, and everyone began preparing for the challenges ahead.

While everyone else was leaving, Ko stayed behind and looked at her captain. “I can provide support to the security forces on the planet and prep them for the mission, and” But she saw Silina raise her hand to stop her.

“No. Your task is to focus on the ship’s readiness, get progress reports from all departments, gather the critical intel about House T’Vagh, and make sure our teams aren’t blindsided by anything. I can’t have you focusing on just one department, Commander. You need to see the bigger picture.” Silina explained, holding the PADD in her hand.

Ko shrugged, already sensing this clash would come sooner or later. “Ma’am, I believe everyone should focus on their strengths to make a mission successful. My strength is security.”

Silina shook her head. “You’re not just security anymore; you’re a command officer. Because I’m a medic by nature doesn’t mean I should take over Commander Ibrix’s duties, right? My responsibility is to every single soul on this ship, and so is yours. You need to manage crew morale, handle conflicts, mediate where required, plan the mission on the ground, and act as our communication pillar with the colony.”

Taking a deep breath, Silina noted how much work lay ahead for Ko. “Look, I was an XO for years. I know what it’s like to want to go back to your roots… but your roots are tainted, and you have to prove yourself not just to me, but to the whole crew.”

“Tainted?” Ko blinked at that comment, while tiighten her jaw and averting slightly her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean. You went rogue with your ship. While your morals compelled you to save your crew members, and I’m genuinely glad you saved them, it was against Starfleet orders, and you shouldn’t be in this position at all. I hold no personal grudge against you… but I’m the only person who’s giving you a second, and final, chance. So do your job: learn from your mistakes and improve yourself.” Silina walked to the door feeling a pinch of regret for the harsh words, stopping to glance over her shoulder. “I don’t need a yes-man, so challenge my decisions if you think they’re wrong, but do it professionally, not personally.”

With that, Silina left Ko behind to prepare the ship. Her words were harsh, but they were what Ko needed to hear.

The bridge experienced a tense vibe; people were on edge due to the nature of the mission they were heading toward. Time was running out as Dhaillak’s fate was slipping away with the constant skirmishes by House T’Vagh. They were only a day into their journey and nearing K-7, where they planned to receive the latest data. Ensign Keeyiro Cho, the Assistant Chief Operations Officer, served as the officer of the watch, since Captain Ruslanovna and Commander Yoon-Jung were busy making preparations for the upcoming mission.

At the Astrometrics console, Tharek blinked and double-checked his readings. The Coridanite looked up. “Ensign Keeyiro, can I get your thoughts on the latest data package K-7 just sent us regarding our mission?”

Cho tapped her console, pulling up information on House T’Vagh at her chief’s request. She shrugged. “I’m a little busy… can it wait?”

“Not really. It might need your guidance,” Tharek answered.

“Guidance?” Cho stopped what she was doing and walked to Tharek’s console, inspecting the data. “An unexpected subspace transmission from the Romulan Republic and the USS Archer? It says that a Republic outpost near Dhaillak reported suspicious Klingon activity. The Archer also has sightings of House T’Vagh. Chief al-Jalali, what do you make of this data package?”

Aakif al-Jalali, the Master-at-Arms and acting tactical officer, studied the information. He shrugged, rechecking it. “They’ve picked up an unusual warp signature on their long-range sensors, which aligns with T’Vagh’s known configurations.”

Silence fell on the bridge as everyone turned to Cho, the officer of the watch. Cho could feel the weight of responsibility. Though she was experienced from her time on the Mariner, she still carried the burden of punishment and the secret of mutiny. She reminded herself this was no time for doubt. This could earn back the respect she deserved from the command team.

“Tactical, set a yellow alert on standby. I need more data before I make the final call.” Cho returned to her console and began decrypting the Klingon transmission.

“We might want to notify the Captain or First Officer,” Tharek suggested. A few bridge officers nodded in agreement, while others hesitated, thinking more intel would confirm whether yellow alert was warranted. Tension built, since they all knew how dangerous House T’Vagh could be.

Cho shook her head. “Give me some time to gather more data, Chief. I want to be certain.” She was determined to avoid causing unnecessary alarm. Yet the suspicious readings might mean T’Vagh forces were closer than expected, so delaying too long could leave the Gemini unprepared.

Seeing the growing tension, Cho turned to Aakif. “Activate our minimal readiness protocols.” She noticed his surprised expression. “Shields on standby, weapons charged but not overtly readied. We don’t want to attract attention.” Then she looked at Tharek. “Boost the sensors and ping the outpost. We need all the information we can get, and I’ll compile what’s relevant for the command team.”

Tharek nodded, extending the sensors and sending the ping to the outpost. Everyone did their best to provide data or assistance. Soon, a second urgent transmission arrived. Reading it, Cho realized it was exactly what she had feared. She tapped her comm badge. “Bridge to Captain Ruslanovna, ma’am, you might want to see this.”

Red lights and the blaring of the alert klaxon echoed through the busy medical bay. Enlisted personnel, officers, nurses, doctors, and specialists rushed to their designated spots. Doctors shouted orders for needed supplies while nurses grabbed the requested items and assisted them. Then a voice cut through all the noise.

“Stop!” Viamame stepped into the room, and everyone halted. “Five minutes. That’s two minutes too slow. Let’s do this drill right, people. Move!” She ordered, and everyone hurried back to their positions. Viamame clicked her watch, restarting the drill. She required her teams fully prepared in case House T’Vagh attacked the colony and casualties flooded the hospitals.

Ready Room

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ship, Captain Silina Ruslanovna was ready to discuss a new set of reports with her officers. She sat down at her desk and placed her PADD on the surface before looking at Miki and Keeyiro. “Have a seat. Let’s go over the data from the outpost and the USS Archer, plus what you’ve uncovered,” she said. Although Silina was at the top of her game, it had surprised her to receive a call from Ensign Cho about the latest developments. Now she found herself getting hourly updates.

Miki took a seat, exhaled, and began. “House T’Vagh has already launched multiple small-scale offensives against vulnerable Romulan colonies. Dhaillak is just the latest. Starfleet Intelligence says that House T’Vagh’s successes are boosting its reputation among the lesser Klingon houses, which makes escalation likely to cement their status in the Empire.”

“Not only that,” Keeyiro added, leaning on her chair and looking at Silina. “House T’Vagh became a vassal to House Konjah centuries ago during a border skirmish. They earned Konjah’s favor by saving its flagship in a daring raid. Their warriors are particularly proud of that legacy. They believe Konjah favors them, so they push harder with each mission to prove their worth.”

“That sounds problematic,” Silina replied. She knew a house with something to prove was a recipe for dangerous, possibly reckless, actions. “Is that why they keep popping up on our sensors so suddenly?”

Miki nodded. “Yes. The new intel gathered from Ensign Keeyiro’s partial Klingon transmission, along with the Romulan Republic outpost logs, shows that T’Vagh’s activity near Dhaillak is escalating. The junior officers on the bridge confirmed it aligns with recent reports of increased raids in the area.”

“So, what do we know about them?” Silina asked, wanting as much information as possible about the enemy they would be facing.

“Well…” Miki shrugged. “We already know their typical pattern of low-orbit strikes, supported by targeted ground incursions, remains consistent. However, Ensign Keeyiro’s infiltration logs suggest they may operate in multiple squads simultaneously. Their sabotage efforts, as suspected, focus on shield generators, power plants, and communication arrays.”

Leaning back in her chair, Silina let out a sigh. “Attacking the colony’s critical infrastructure. It’s in their nature… but I didn’t expect such professional, military-style raids.”

“House T’Vagh does it for recognition and honor within the Empire,” Cho explained. “The new data I’ve received indicates they could strike sooner than expected.” She hesitated. “I wish I had gotten the information to you sooner, ma’am.”

Silina shook her head. “Don’t apologize. You acted decisively. If you’d gone to Red Alert or even Yellow Alert prematurely, we could have tipped off the Klingons by powering up weapons and shields. Better to act like we’re oblivious to their presence.” She shrugged slightly. “House T’Vagh’s actions have made the situation unpredictable. You did well.” But in the back of her mind, she felt the weight of Starfleet’s defensive mandate. How could they stay defensive when House T’Vagh posed such a real danger?

Miki’s body language showed his discomfort. “If they’re fielding multiple teams, we have to bolster defenses across all colony sectors.” He sighed, frustrated. “Or focus only on the most important areas. The Klingons’ rapid movement is making the situation desperate by the minute.”

“That’s why we need to focus on getting those shields running and reinforced,” Silina said, leaning on the desk as she looked at the others. “Lieutenant Scott is working on the deflector idea. I’ll speak with Engineering about what resources are needed to boost it. Lieutenant, make sure our mandate is followed to the letter, defend without provoking a full-scale conflict.”

They both nodded. “House T’Vagh’s aggression definitely forces us into a reactive posture,” Cho noted. Miki seemed impressed by her tactical observation and gave a slight nod.

Silina returned the nod. “We have limited time, so let’s cut to the chase. How do we protect Dhaillak from sabotage without violating our defensive orders?”

Scratching the back of his head, Miki considered the question. “Immediate orbital security drills for both Security and the bridge crew might be a good start. We only have about two days, but we’ll be more prepared if we train now. Additionally, Captain, you might want to play on the Klingon sense of honor.”

“Yes, hmm,” Cho agreed, looking at Silina, who seemed momentarily confused. “We could attempt a diplomatic hail, appealing to their honor and stalling them as best we can. Meanwhile, we send a team to reinforce Dhaillak’s shield generators.”

Miki hesitated but pressed on. “I also recommend having a team ready for direct intervention if negotiations fail. We can’t let the colony fall.”

The weight of the incoming threat hung heavy in the room. T’Vagh’s reputation for relentless close-quarter assaults was all too clear now. Silina allowed a brief silence before nodding to Miki. “We owe the watch crew and Ensign Keeyiro some recognition for catching this in time. Let’s make sure their work isn’t wasted.” She offered Cho a soft smile. “We know more about T’Vagh’s immediate plans, thanks to what you uncovered on the bridge. Let’s use that advantage before they catch us off guard. Dismissed.”

Both officers nodded at Silina and left the room.

As she watched them go, Silina couldn’t shake the nagging thought that the line between defense and open conflict was thinner than ever. She wondered if her next decision would determine whether a tense standoff remained merely tense, or exploded into a war nobody wanted. “How does Sazra keep up with this…” She thought.

Before the Gemini was abruptly pulled away for duty, it had been docked at Hecate Station to celebrate the new year. Ko had just retreated to her personal quarters after a long day of settling into her new assignment aboard the Gemini. She knew, deep down, that someone had shown her grace, a rare second chance, allowing her to stay in Starfleet after everything that had happened. She was lucky to still be wearing the uniform at all, let alone serving as a First Officer.

Now, the uniform was off. A warm shower had washed away the day’s tension. Dressed in soft cotton pajamas, Ko curled up on the couch, holding a PADD in her lap.

It was tradition for her to write a letter to her parents at the start of each new year, a reflection on the past and the lessons learned. But this year, so much had happened. Too much. Some of it was classified, forcing her to choose her words carefully.

She sighed and began typing.

“Dear Mom and Dad,

I hope this letter finds you well aboard the Artemis.”

The Artemis, the Federation cargo ship where she was born and raised, was still home to her parents.

“Another year has passed, and Starfleet has been through a rollercoaster of events in 2401. But after everything that has happened, and while the stars out here are beautiful, I can’t help but think of the celebrations we used to have on the cargo deck. I can almost hear Dad banging pots together to signal midnight, and smell Mom’s spicy tteokguk warming the whole room.”

A soft smile crossed her face as the memories flooded in. She paused, leaning back into the couch cushions, staring out the window at the buzzing activity around the station. Worker bees zipped between ships, while vessels departed in steady streams of light.

“The Tokyo assignment was, as expected, temporary, and I’ve been assigned to the USS Gemini as its First Officer.”

She hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen. Writing the truth, that she was on a tight leash, was out of the question. Instead, she settled for diplomacy.

“The Gemini crew is still coming together, but some senior officers hosted a small gathering in the lounge. Though it wasn’t home, it reminded me of how the Artemis crew always found ways to make the holidays special. I’ve tried to bring that same spirit to my team here, and I think they appreciate it. We may not have family with us, but Starfleet is about creating family wherever you go.”

She cringed. Too corny, but she let it stand.

“I’ll send more updates soon. I miss you both so much, as always. Tell the crew of the Artemis to watch out for Klingon ships. Starfleet has warned that they’ve been more aggressive in the Beta Quadrant lately. Tell Dad not to worry, his little girl is safe and doing what she loves. Happy New Year, and here’s to many more under the stars.

Always love,
Yoon-Jung Ko”

With those final few words, she shrugged and checked the letter for grammar before swiping up to send it to Artemis. Placing the PADD down, Ko could feel the memories of her fallen officers creeping back into her thoughts. She stood, shaking it off, and popped open a bottle of beer, a brand her parents used to drink aboard the Artemis.

Standing at the window, taking a sip, she raised the bottle in a toast. “Saehae bog manh-i bad-euseyo,” she said softly, her reflection barely visible against the stars. For a moment, the quiet hum of the ship and the vastness of space brought her peace.

The planet Dhaillak, a beautiful and lush green planet, displays its forests, seas, mountains, and lakes from space. But the grim situation it has faced for quite some time is clear as two Klingon Bird-of-Prey unleash another volley of orbital bombardments onto the planet. The Gemini drops out of warp, and a long-range scan reveals debris from destroyed Romulan defense platforms and severely damaged freighters in orbit.

“Lieutenant Taritt, status report! Helm, intercept course!” Silina commanded, leaning forward in her chair. The Gemini began moving toward Dhaillak.

“Lots of debris in orbit. The colony’s orbital communications array is damaged, which will make contact with the surface intermittent. Long-range scanners show Dhaillak’s planetary shields are failing, leaving their infrastructure vulnerable. Fires are visible in the colony’s cities!” Drata reported, trying to gather all the information.

Cho tapped her console. “I’ve got two Bird-of-Prey in orbit. They’re pulling back from their location.”

Looking from her seat to Cho, Ko asked, “Pulling back as in, they acknowledge our arrival?” She turned back to the screen, watching the Klingon ships withdrawing.

“Negative. Judging by the pattern of their flight path, it suggests they’ve finished their initial raids.” Cho shrugged slightly, observing how the Klingons seemed to ignore them. “The third ship is now withdrawing with the other two at impulse speed. I’ve also detected reinforcements on long-range sensors.”

“Ensign Keeyiro, take control of tactical. Lieutenant Taritt, try to hail the Klingons. Commander Yoon-Jung, give the go-ahead signal for the away team to land at the designated zone. They should establish contact with the Romulan militia as soon as possible,” Silina ordered. “Lieutenant Padgok, maintain a defensive orbit. We hold this position and buy the colony as much time as possible. Alert me the moment those reinforcements come into range.”

Walking to the tactical console to relieve the junior officer, Cho added, “I’ve detected a Romulan Republic ship dropping out of warp. The ship is heavily damaged but still operational. Its captain is requesting coordination with us.” Cho sent a coordination acceptance after receiving a nod of approval from her captain.

“The Klingons are ignoring us,” Drata announced, still scanning for any response from the raid group.

“Away teams are ready for transport. Lieutenant Taritt, get them down there,” Ko said firmly, glancing at her console.

Drata nodded and worked the controls. “Getting interference. Klingons have placed jammers in the area, preventing me from getting a solid lock. Redirecting scanners, locking onto a secondary safe site. Come on…”

Surface – Dhaillak

Nine shimmering blue lights flickered and struggled to stabilize before finally materializing into their original shapes. The away team arrived at their location. Miki immediately raised his weapon, followed by three other security officers. “Take cover!” he ordered, signaling the rest of the team as he ducked behind a broken wall. He scanned the chaotic scene. “Doc, I’ve got wounded civilians scattered around, three untreated on the streets!” A nearby explosion rocked the area as the shield’s power visibly flickered.

Viamame peeked out into the street, shrugging grimly as she observed fires burning across nearby buildings and debris strewn everywhere. “The area’s a mess. Movement will be a challenge,” she concluded before ducking behind cover as shots were fired in her direction.

“Get to work! We’ll keep them off you! Security, defensive formation!” Miki shouted, firing at the incoming Klingon attack squad. The other security officers joined in as the engineering team headed toward the generators and the medical team moved to assist the wounded, carrying them to a covered area as humanely as possible given the situation.

L’iera slid onto the ground, quickly beginning triage. “Triage here!”

Viamame nodded in approval, moving to another wounded civilian. “Focus on critical cases first. If they can walk, send them to the staging area, Ensign! Remember the briefing!” She turned to the injured woman, trying to stabilize her wounds. “Take it easy. We’re here to help.”

A frustrated sound came from the grumpy engineer. “This generator’s primary conduits are offline. I’ll need a direct bypass to stabilize it. Lieutenant Miki, you’d better give me cover!” Cezs snapped, pulling out her tools to focus on repairs. “Petty Officer, get on the conduits and help me reroute the power!” The human engineer nodded, diving into the work.

USS Gemini – Orbit

The Romulan D’deridex-class ship, IRW Valorex, took position next to the Gemini, showing extensive damage from its prior engagement. Multiple breaches were visible on its port side from Klingon disruptor fire. Its warp engines were offline, and the ship struggled with basic maneuvering.

“Captain, I’m receiving word from the Valorex. They’re attempting repairs and appreciate our assistance in this crisis,” Drata announced. “Their hull integrity is at 64%, shields are holding at 28%, and they operate on emergency thrusters. Fifteen crew members are confirmed dead, thirty-seven are injured, and they require immediate medical attention, but they’ve prioritized repairs.”

Ko exhaled deeply. “We might be able to take care of their wounded. Perhaps we should beam them over,” Ko suggested thoughtfully.

“Yes, Commander, we should do that. Communicate with the Romulan commander that we’ll take over their wounded,” Silina replied, narrowing her eyes slightly to maintain control of the situation. “Additionally, request any data they’re willing to share that could benefit us. Lieutenant Padgok, take a defensive position in line of sight with the Klingon Raid Group, now designated as KRG1.”

The Gemini moved into position in front of the Valorex. “Position taken, Captain,” Padgok confirmed.

Drata looked up from his console. “Commander Tovan Sorec greets us personally but insists we focus on the colony’s defense, not them. He does appreciate the gesture. We’ve received sensor logs from the Valorex’s earlier battles. Ensign Keeyiro, Lieutenant Padgok, these logs contain attack patterns. We need to work together to refine defensive strategies. Is that okay, Captain?”

“Good thinking. Still, medical support is the least we can provide,” Silina replied, blinking at the sound of a beep and glancing at Ko.

Annoyed at the snap toward her, Ko checked her data. “Ensign Keeyiro, confirm intercept course for the Bird-of-Prey heading toward us,” she said, analyzing tactical and operational information.

“Confirmed. Klingon Bird-of-Prey on intercept course, arriving in three minutes. The ship is registered as IKS Qevla, under the command of HoD Dorvath,” Cho reported. “Gaining more data on the remaining ships. The others are IKS Har’loch, IKS Grevok, and IKS Trel’koth. They’re keeping their distance for now.”

Silina leaned back in her chair, staring at the screen. “Shit…” she muttered. The weight of the decision loomed. Leave the Valorex undefended to protect the colony, or risk the colony to defend the Romulan ship. Tapping her finger on the chair, a habit she had picked up from her girlfriend, she whispered to herself, “What to do…”

“Where are they coming from?!” Midux, the latest reinforcement to the ground forces, yelled. He was providing cover for the engineering personnel who were doing their best to get the broken-down shield generators back online. “Keep them at a distance! Provide supportive fire!”

The Tellarite woman was pulling out cables. “Useless! Why bypass this? There’s no efficiency in these generators!” She complained more about the engineering choices the Romulans had made than about the shooting happening in her direction. “Oh…” She stopped and narrowed her eyes at something, pulling out a chip. “This isn’t standard Romulan tech…” She threw it to the ground and tapped her badge. “Miki, we’ve got infiltrators sabotaging the generators.”

Field hospital – City Edge

“Received. I’ll inform the away teams and militia. Miki out.” Miki tapped her badge, walking back into the makeshift field hospital toward Ibrix and another Romulan standing nearby. “Centurion, the suspicion is confirmed. Our engineering team found sabotage in the generators. Inform your people—we’ve got infiltrators to deal with.”

The mid-40s Romulan looked calmly at Miki, a hallmark of his ability to remain composed under pressure. He narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded. “I’ll inform my people of this new intel.” He looked at another Romulan standing nearby, who quickly left with a nod. “I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Centurion Varek tr’Khalon, militia commander of Dhaillak. As I mentioned to your Chief Medical Officer, I’m grateful Starfleet is here, but I’d appreciate it if you’d push the Klingons out of the system.”

“While that’s understandable, Centurion, we have clear orders. Defend and provide humanitarian support to this colony—but do not engage the Klingons. If we do, we might escalate this into a full-blown war for both of us,” Viamame pointed out. Hearing whimpers of pain nearby, she excused herself. “Please excuse me.”

Letting out a sigh, Varek looked back at Miki. “I understand, but this colony is all we have left. If Dhaillak falls, it’s another reminder that no one will come to save us. Not the Republic, and certainly not Starfleet. Prove me wrong, Lieutenant.” With that, he walked away to tend to his people.

USS Gemini – Bridge

The battle group had cloaked in preparation for their next attack run until the IKS Trel’koth reappeared in low orbit, unleashing another volley of bombardments on the planet. “The Trel’koth has started another bombardment round,” Cho announced as the Bird-of-Prey dropped its ordinance onto the colony shields.

“Intercept course! Get between it!” Silina ordered.

Padgok pulled the Gemini into position, pushing the throttle forward. The Gemini adjusted course just in time to avoid the IKS Qevla, which decloaked directly in front of them. The Qevla opened fire, hitting the Gemini with repeated disruptor volleys. “I’m forced to pull back to defensive orbit,” Padgok announced, maneuvering the Gemini to safety.

Meanwhile, the IKS Har’loch decloaked near the IRW Valorex and began firing on the damaged Romulan ship. Despite its critical state, the Valorex managed to disable the Har’loch’s cloaking device with a decisive counterattack.

“Captain, the Valorex is under assault by the Klingons!” Drata announced. “The Har’loch has lost its cloaking ability due to the Valorex’s counterattack. We’re in a position to support them!”

Cho’s eyes narrowed as she reported additional incoming ships. “The IKS Grevok has joined the Trel’koth in orbit, pushing us back from their attack run. Captain, what are we supposed to do now?” Cho asked, her tone strained.

Scenarios ran through Silina’s mind. She looked at the data and considered the situation. Her burden grew with each second. If not for her experience with Sazra as her XO, she might have frozen as any rookie captain would. But she wasn’t a rookie anymore. “Protect the Valorex. I trust the away team to handle the situation on the surface!” With that, the Gemini broke from its defensive orbit and opened fire on the Har’loch to push it away.

Shield Generator – City Edge

Heavy breathing, distant explosions, and screaming filled the air as Miki arrived at the shield generator. “Status report!” she barked, taking cover and opening fire on incoming Klingons.

“We’re holding them back, but I have no idea where they’re coming from!” Midux yelled, exasperated. “I think they’re using cloaked shuttles to reinforce themselves!”

“That would explain a lot,” Miki muttered. She peeked over the broken wall she was using as cover and saw a Klingon squad advancing. At the same time, the shield generator powered up. “Ahh, shit. This is their final push. Remember your training—these bastards know what they’re doing!” With that, Miki yanked a Klingon over the wall and engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat. “Protect the generator!”

Field hospital – City Edge

The ground shook as the Klingons resumed their bombardment. “Get them to the new location!” Viamame shouted, helping a wounded militia member back onto his feet. “L’iera, help me with him!” The Deltan rushed to assist, supporting the injured man’s weight as they moved.

A massive explosion erupted behind them, throwing the officers to the ground. L’iera shook her head, her vision blurred. She felt warm fluid at the back of her head. Touching it, she saw blood on her hand. A firm hand gripped her arm, pulling her to her feet—it was Varek.

“Get up, Ensign. You okay?” Varek asked as he helped Viamame and the injured officer. “They’re cowards, bombing the hospital,” he spat angrily. “But we need to keep moving.”

Viamame knelt beside a fallen medic, grief evident in her expression. She looked up as the bombardment ceased. Through the broken roof, she could see the shields flickering back online. “They did it. They managed to repair the generators. We have shields again.” Rising to her feet, she addressed Varek. “Help us get the wounded to the relocated triage center.” Varek nodded and supported L’iera, who struggled to maintain her balance. “Easy, Ensign. Let’s get that head wound checked.”

Shield Generator – City Edge

The remaining Klingons retreated after their failed assault. Blood seeping from a wound in her shoulder, Cezs muttered, “I don’t know if this repair will hold through another raid.” She glanced at the generator. “But for now, it’ll do, even after this fragile win.”

Pinning a Klingon to the ground, Miki pressed her knee into his back and twisted his arm painfully. “Talk, or I’ll break it,” she growled.

“You Starfleet types won’t do it,” the Klingon sneered, spitting at her and missing.

Miki glared. “I don’t think anyone will file a complaint if I do.” She twisted harder. “What are House T’Vagh’s plans?”

The Klingon growled in pain. “The House is planning a larger invasion of the sector. We’ll claim the riches and honor! Neither the Romulans nor your mighty Starfleet can stop us!”

Before Miki could respond, a Romulan militia member knocked the Klingon unconscious with the butt of his rifle. “He talks too much,” the Romulan muttered.

USS Gemini – Bridge

The Gemini swooped over the IKS Qevla, firing torpedoes and delivering a crippling blow. “Hit!” Cho said enthusiastically before noticing Ko’s glare. “Sorry. The Qevla is retreating.”

Drata resumed his report. “The Har’loch was disabled by the Valorex, but only after the Romulans sacrificed their remaining aft disruptor power to do so. Our shields are holding at 74%. Engineering is focused on repairs, but there’s nothing critical.”

“Focus the teams on maintaining critical functions,” Ko ordered. “Reports from the colony confirm their shields are back online. The Trel’koth and Grevok are retreating to regroup with the Qevla, leaving the Har’loch behind. Captain, we’re dealing with cowardly Klingons.” She grinned, leaning back in her chair.

“It seems that way. Lieutenant Scott, extend our shields to cover the Valorex and offer medical or engineering assistance,” Silina instructed.

“Understood. Shield support engaged,” Scott confirmed. “This was a gamble, but it worked in our favor, Captain,” she added bluntly.

Silina sighed, reflecting on the burden of her decision. Trusting the away team, prioritizing the Valorex, and holding the Klingons at bay had been a heavy gamble. “This time it worked. Let’s learn from it. Inform Starfleet Command about our situation. “

The cries of pain, the growls, and the pitiful pleas for help filled the sickbay. It was being overwhelmed as triage began for the mix of Romulan civilians, militia, and captured Klingons sent to the Gemini from Dhaillak. Additional injured Romulan officers from the IRW Valorex only added to the chaos. To say the medical staff was understaffed would have been an understatement.

“How dare you treat these scumbags! They bombarded my home, attacked our people, and you simply address their wounds as if nothing happened!” an angry Romulan officer yelled at Viamame as she stepped away from treating a Klingon patient.

Staying calm, Viamame moved to the next patient. “It’s Starfleet’s principle and our medical oath to assist those in need of care,” she said, preparing an infusion for a wounded woman. “If you have complaints about our bedside manners, take it up with my Captain. I have people to save.” She focused on the urgency surrounding the Romulan wounded nearby.

The Romulan growled. “They slaughtered our people! My brother is dead because of them, and here you are wasting resources on their kind?!”

“If we abandon our principles in times like these,” she replied, locking eyes with him, “what makes us better than the ones who attacked you?” Viamame held her ground, defending the principles of Starfleet.

From his biobed, the Klingon warrior grinned. “Ha! What a sign of weakness, to show compassion to your enemy. Starfleet’s principles are why Dhaillak is in this situation!” Despite his severe injury, his voice carried his disdain.

“Those principles are keeping you alive,” Viamame retorted without missing a beat. “Feel free to die if you’d prefer that, but I’ll still save your life, whether you like it or not. And if you die from a simple blood infection? Good luck finding your way into Sto’Vo’Kor. Being killed by an iron pipe is just sad.” Her sharp reply silenced both the Klingon and the Romulan, for now.

L’iera flinched as another Klingon warrior tried to shove her away. “Sir, I need to attend to your wounds, or you’ll make it worse!”

The Klingon spat in her direction. “I don’t need your pity! A true warrior embraces their wounds and tells tales of their victory. Starfleet pity is a sign of weakness!”

Whether Starfleet or not, it was as Viamame had said earlier, L’iera had to treat anyone who required care, even this Klingon. She raised her hands as a sign of no aggression. “Sir, while I understand your position, I see you’re a strong warrior who has fought countless battles. But that stab wound in your back needs treatment.”

The Klingon glared at her. “It would be an honorable death.”

L’iera met his gaze without flinching. “Perhaps. But you’d leave your House weaker without you. They’d lose a strong warrior. I believe your battle days aren’t over yet, you still have spirit left.”

“Fine. Do your treatment, Deltan,” he growled, seeing the wisdom in her words. “But hurry up.” Even as he consented, his eyes burned with the desire to fight the Romulans around him.

Ready Room 

The Chief Medical Officer entered the ready room, where Silina was seated at her desk, debating with Centurion Varek. Viamame didn’t waste time. “I’m here to deliver a quick update on the situation in sickbay. My team is overwhelmed with the injured from the Valorex, Dhaillak, and the wounded Klingon warriors.” She placed a PADD on the desk. “Some Klingons’ injuries are severe, and I had to prioritize them. The Romulans aren’t happy about it.”

Varek’s expression grew colder. Folding his arms, he turned to Silina. “Not happy? My people are outraged. You prioritize these beasts, these murderers of innocent lives, for medical care first? Tell me, Captain,what good are your Federation values when they only serve to weaken us?”

Silina rubbed her temple, her eyes shifting to Varek. “Centurion, I understand your frustration, but Starfleet’s mission is to save lives, no matter whose. If we abandon that mission, we abandon what makes us who we are.”

“And what are you?” Varek leaned on the desk. “Idealists? Martyrs? Because in the real world, it’s strength that ensures survival, not compassion.”

A soft tsk escaped Silina, her frustration visible as her jaw tightened. “Compassion is a strength, Centurion. It unites people. It shows that we’re capable of rising above our differences. And it ensures that when this war is over, there’s something worth surviving for.” Narrowing her eyes, she leaned forward slightly. “Now, are you going to cooperate with us, or are we going to bicker every moment about what you think is right versus what we do?”

Varek’s expression softened slightly, but he didn’t concede. “I hope you’re right, Captain. For all our sakes.”

Sickbay

As the last Klingon prisoner was escorted out of sickbay and back down to Dhaillak, Viamame slumped against a counter, exhaustion etched across her face. She looked up briefly as L’iera approached, offering a small smile. “You handled that better than I expected, Doc.”

“Did I?” Viamame asked, rubbing her nose and letting her head fall into her hand. “I prioritized a Klingon over a Romulan today. I did my duty, but that doesn’t mean it feels right.”

L’iera touched her shoulder gently. “Starfleet isn’t about what’s easy. It’s about what’s right.”

Before Viamame could respond, Silina entered the room. “Doctor. Ensign.” She looked around the sickbay, now quieter than it had been all day. “Good work. I know today wasn’t easy, but you upheld everything Starfleet stands for. I’m proud of this team.”

Viamame managed a small smile. “Thank you, Captain. Let’s hope the Romulans agree.”

“They may not today. But they’ll remember. Compassion doesn’t always yield immediate rewards, but it leaves an impression that lasts,” Silina replied with a firm nod. Her gaze drifted to a biobed still stained with Klingon blood, her own biases tugging at her thoughts.

The dimly lit bridge flickered with the yellow alert as every officer remained battle-ready. The hum of the ship’s systems blended with intermittent alerts from tactical and operations consoles. The viewscreen displayed the lush yet battered Dhaillak below, with streaks of debris from orbital bombardments visible in the planet’s atmosphere. The Gemini crew was caught in a tense situation, defending the planet while avoiding open warfare with the Klingons.

Another alert sounded from the tactical console. Cho glanced at the data, her hands moving quickly. As she read the incoming information, a chill crawled down her spine. “Captain, I’ve detected on long-range sensors that the Vorgath, Grevok, Trel’koth, and Qevla are repositioning and preparing for a coordinated assault.”

Drata aligned his communications interface with the signals Cho had detected. His hands moved efficiently as he analyzed the chatter. “Ensign Keeyiro is correct. I’m intercepting transmissions within KRG1,” he confirmed, referencing the Klingon Raid Group.

Silina leaned forward in her chair, her tone decisive. “Hail the Qevla. If they’re repositioning, we need to stop this before it escalates. Commander Yoon-Jung, get me a sitrep on the planetary situation.”

Ko tapped her console, reviewing the latest ground reports. Her lips tightened as the updates painted a bleak picture. “Report from Miki indicates limited success in stabilizing the colony’s shields. Tensions between us and the Romulan militia are escalating due to our defensive posture. Klingon probing attacks are persistent. I’ll keep you informed.”

Silina nodded and turned to Drata. “Do we have a response to the hail?”

“They’re answering now,” Drata confirmed. The main screen flickered, and the IKS Qevla’s bridge appeared.

The Qevla’s bridge was dimly lit, with red ambient lighting casting a fiery glow over steel grates and support beams. Klingon script flashed across control panels manned by officers in dark armor, their movements efficient and purposeful. Standing at the center was HoD Dorvath, a towering figure in polished battle armor. His ridged forehead and piercing eyes exuded authority and disdain as he leaned slightly toward the viewer. Behind him, junior officers barked commands in guttural Klingon, adding an undercurrent of menace to the scene.

“Captain, what can I do for you?” Dorvath asked with a calmness that belied the intensity of his gaze.

Silina maintained her composure, calm but resolute. “HoD Dorvath, I am Captain Silina Ruslanovna of the USS Gemini. We’ve detected your fleet repositioning toward Dhaillak. I need to understand your intentions.”

Dorvath let out a booming laugh, slapping his knee. “You already know our intentions, Captain. This colony belongs to the Empire, and we will claim it. That, Captain, is why Starfleet is weak. You cling to your ideals and pretend they hold power. But they don’t.”

Silina leaned slightly on the armrest of her chair, offering a soft smile. “Is that what you see, HoD? I believe you misunderstand. Restraint is not weakness, it takes strength to hold your hand when you have the power to destroy. Compassion requires courage, to defend the innocent and protect even those who call us enemies, because it is the harder path to take.”

Dorvath grinned but remained unmoved. “Empty words from a Federation idealist. We Klingons live by action, not hollow virtue.”

Silina leaned forward, her voice firm. “Then let my actions speak. We are here, defending those who cannot defend themselves, not because it is easy, but because it is necessary. Would you truly honor a victory over an opponent who refuses to strike first? Or does the glory you seek demand a more worthy foe? Because attacking the defenseless dishonors you, HoD.”

A low growl rumbled from Dorvath as he narrowed his eyes. “You tread dangerous ground, Captain.”

“And so do you,” Silina countered. “If honor is truly what you value, prove it. Withdraw your forces and allow us to protect the innocent. There is no glory in slaughtering civilians, only shame. Starfleet does not fear you. We face you with open arms, because we know our strength.”

Ko interjected, her voice measured but firm. “Starfleet is prepared to defend this planet. We will retaliate if provoked.”

Dorvath’s smirk deepened, a clear taunt. “Then I offer you this: withdraw from the sector entirely and leave this territory to us.”

Silina took a deep breath, her calm exterior unshaken. “No. We will not abandon Dhaillak to its fate. This colony deserves protection, and we will ensure it has it.”

Dorvath’s disdain grew, his tone dripping with mockery. “Typical Starfleet hypocrisy. You interfere where you are not wanted. Retreat to your Federation haven and leave this matter to us and the Romulans.”

Shaking her head, Silina locked eyes with him. “I propose a ceasefire. Let the citizens of this colony breath, tend to their wounded, and mourn their dead. Consider it, HoD, because we are not going anywhere.”

The transmission abruptly ended as Silina cut the channel, her posture still rigid.

The bridge remained tense as the screen reverted to the stars. Consoles beeped faintly, but the silence among the crew was palpable. Ko glanced at Silina. “Captain, you handled that well. But I’m not convinced they’ll hold to a ceasefire.”

Silina exhaled slowly. “Klingons respect strength. For now, they’ve seen enough to retreat, but Dorvath isn’t done with us. Prepare the crew, Commander. I don’t trust this truce will last.”

Drata leaned over his console. “Captain, their ships are repositioning. Classic pre-attack formation. They’re testing us.”

“Coordinate with Ensign Keeyiro,” Ko said, her voice firm but quiet. “Prepare defensive countermeasures, but hold fire unless ordered.”

Silina repositioned herself in her chair with a shrug. “It seems they’re not taking us seriously. Hail them, Lieutenant Taritt.”

The viewscreen flickered to life, revealing Dorvath once more. His posture was more rigid this time, his expression sharp with disdain. “Captain Ruslanovna, I find your persistence… amusing. Do you truly believe your words will stay the blades of my warriors or halt our disruptors from finishing what we started?”

Silina maintained her calm demeanor, leaning forward slightly in her chair one again. “Persistence isn’t a weakness, HoD Dorvath. It’s a strength, a resolve to do what is right, even when we are faced with aggression. Your warriors may see glory in bloodshed, but where is the honor in destroying the defenseless?”

Dorvath smirked but didn’t interrupt. Silina pressed on. “The people of Dhaillak are settlers seeking refuge after the collapse of their empire. Farmers, engineers, children, not soldiers. Attacking them is a dishonorable act, and you know it.”

Dorvath paused, visibly weighing her words. He barked an order off-screen, then looked back at Silina. “You speak boldly, Captain. For that, I will grant you this: my fleet will withdraw… for now. But know this, your compassion has earned you nothing but a delay. Klingons do not forget, and House T’Vagh will claim its glory.”

“Withdraw your ships, and the Federation will honor this ceasefire. But if you betray this truce, HoD, know that Starfleet will not hesitate to protect the innocent,” Silina replied firmly.

Dorvath grinned. “Perhaps you do have some spirit, Captain. It will make your eventual defeat all the more satisfying. Qapla’!” The screen went dark.

“That was discomfortable on so many levels” Ko stated from her chair and looked at Silina.

Taking a deep breath “Hopefully it has the desire effect, I take time above battle” Silina was comfortable with the result herself, but this was the best for now.

“Captain, I’ve analyzed their fleet movements. Their withdrawal patterns are inconsistent, they may be regrouping just out of sensor range” Cho announced looking at the data that appeared on her console.

“Send the data to Valorex, coordinate with them. If they come back, we need to be ready” Silina rubbed her template feeling a headache coming up after this intense negotiate.

Bridge – USS Gemini

The dimly lit bridge hummed with tension, yellow alert flashing across every console. Officers moved with urgency, eyes fixed on tactical readouts. The Gemini orbited above Dhaillak, the battered colony below a stark contrast to the calm void of space. Smoke drifted from damaged Romulan structures, defensive shields flickering after earlier bombardments. The viewscreen was split, one side tracking incoming Klingon ships, the other displaying the weakened IRW Valorex, its hull visibly scarred from battle. Silina gripped her armrest, knowing the next move could determine the colony’s fate.

“The sensors have detected KRG1 decloaking. They’re on an intercept course toward Dhaillak,” Cho said, looking up from her console. The exhaustion in her voice was evident, she needed rest, had been ordered to take it, but with Miki on the surface, there was no one else capable of handling this.

Taking a deep breath, Silina steeled herself. “Prepare for battle. Get us to red alert. Shields and weapons up. Commander Yoon-Jung, coordinate with ground forces, they need to brace for an incoming raid.” Though she remained calm, tension gripped her, pressing against her like a growing weight. The lighting on the Gemini dimmed to the flickering red of battle stations as the crew readied themselves for combat.

Cho turned toward Drata. “Scans indicate the Klingons are adjusting their attack pattern,” she said, swiping the data to his console.

Drata frowned as he analyzed the information. “They’re adapting, getting crafty. We need to adjust quickly to stay ahead of them, Captain,” he said, keeping one eye on ship-wide operations.

Romulan Defensive Perimeter – Dhaillak

Thick smoke hung over the ruined outskirts of the colony, buildings scorched, streets littered with debris from previous attacks. The militia, a mix of trained soldiers and desperate civilians, scrambled to fortify what little remained of their defenses. Romulan disruptor turrets, some barely functioning, were hastily realigned. The sharp scent of burning infrastructure filled the air, and the distant echoes of disruptor fire signaled ongoing skirmishes at the colony’s edges.

A chilling silence lingered, punctuated only by the distant howl of the wind, an eerie calm before the storm. The clanking of metal under stress echoed through the generator facility. Cezs wiped sweat from her face, her focus entirely on the fragile power grid. She was filthy, covered in soot and grime, but none of it mattered. The colony’s defenses were hanging by a thread, and she had no time to waste.

Nearby, the makeshift hospital overflowed with wounded. The wails of pain echoed across the streets as Viamame and L’iera worked relentlessly to stabilize patients. The heavy scent of iron filled the air, it was becoming harder and harder to work under these conditions.

Miki turned to a group of militia. “Get to the east side, fortify the northern flank! Adjust the turret angles, don’t let them cross over!”

A distant roar of Klingon battle cries sent a chill through the defenders. Miki’s grip tightened around his weapon. “Man your positions! Incoming!” Near the power relays, Klingon infiltrators emerged from the darkness, making their way toward them.

Bridge – USS Gemini

The moment the Klingon fleet decloaked, the bridge was flooded with red warning lights. Tactical alarms screamed as Cho shouted out targeting solutions. The Gemini tilted under the force of incoming disruptor fire, shields flaring under the onslaught. The viewscreen flashed between damage reports and enemy maneuvers as Qevla opened fire. At the helm, Padgok executed evasive maneuvers, the engines straining against the intense pressure.

Silina barked out orders while Drata and Cho scrambled to coordinate defensive patterns. Every console flickered with strain, smoke hissing from an overloaded EPS conduit. The battle was no longer a possibility, it was happening.

“Lieutenant Padgok, keep us between the planet and the raid group! Ensign Keeyiro, fire at their leading ship in a defensive measure!” Silina shouted, gripping her chair as the ship rocked from another impact.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Cho muttered under her breath. “The Qevla is launching boarding pods toward Valorex! I intercepted their comms, they’re putting everything into this! This is their final push!”

Drata looked up sharply. “Captain, Qevla is hailing us!”

Silina gave a nod. “Put them on-screen.”

The viewscreen flickered, revealing HoD Dorvath, seated confidently in his command chair, arms crossed over his chest. His smirk was sharp, his eyes coldly calculating.

“Still hiding behind your shields, Starfleet? It suits you. I imagine your Romulan ‘friends’ appreciate your sacrifice while they wait for you to take the first blow.”

Silina kept her expression neutral. “We don’t fight for gratitude, HoD. We fight because it’s right.”

A deep, guttural laugh rumbled from Dorvath. “Right? And who decides what that is? You?” He leaned forward, voice lowering. “You waste your strength here, Captain. Dhaillak is a lost cause. Why throw your crew into the fire for those who would never do the same for you?”

Silina’s gaze didn’t waver. “Because we’re Starfleet. And unlike you, we don’t abandon those who can’t fight for themselves.”

For a fraction of a second, Dorvath’s smirk flickered, a trace of frustration crossing his face before he masked it with a grin.

He let the silence hang before exhaling through his nose. “Your principles will be your undoing, Captain. But since you seem determined to play hero, we’ll indulge you a little longer. Consider this… an evaluation.” The screen cut to black.

Ko checked the sensors. “They’re repositioning… but not leaving. He’s toying with us.”

Silina nodded. “And when he’s done testing our limits, he’ll strike. Stay vigilant!” The crew acknowledged the warning.

Romulan Defensive Perimeter – Dhaillak

A ground-shaking explosion sent a plume of fire and debris into the air as disruptor rounds pounded the colony’s shields. The makeshift hospital, already overwhelmed, saw another wave of wounded militia dragged inside. Armor was scorched, flesh seared. Viamame and L’iera raced between patients, shouting over the chaos.

“Get a blood pack for this patient!” L’iera, usually calm, had turned sharp and commanding, snapping orders.

Viamame worked quickly, inserting a needle into the crispy skin of a soldier. “Hold on,” she murmured, her voice steady despite the chaos. “I need to get plasma into your system, or you’ll have bigger problems.”

Outside, Miki and Midux pushed militia forces into formation as Klingon raiders breached the outer streets. Phaser and disruptor fire crisscrossed in the haze of battle. Buildings crumbled under the relentless assault. “Hold your position!” Miki barked, seeing some militia waver. “Stay down if you can’t fight!”

A turret exploded, sending debris scattering. Midux fought hand-to-hand with a Klingon infiltrator near the shield generator. “For crying out loud, stay down!” he grunted, flipping the Klingon over his shoulder.

Cezs cursed loudly as she clung to a flickering control panel. “Take a job in exploration, they said. It’s easy going, they said!” She barely held the power grid together as disruptor fire rattled the facility.

Bridge – USS Gemini

The Gemini reeled from another hit. Shields flickered at 30%. Cho’s voice was sharp with urgency. “They’re boxing us in, Captain! KRG1 is forcing us back while they target the colony’s generators!”

Ko’s eyes locked onto the screen. “The Valorex is barely holding but pushing forward to assist. They won’t last much longer!”

Silina clenched her jaw. It was now or never.

Cho turned. “Captain, if we execute a high-speed pass between their lead ships and deploy a graviton pulse, we can knock out their targeting sensors just long enough to throw them into disarray.”

Ko frowned. “That’s reckless. If we miscalculate, we’ll be right in their crosshairs.”

Drata nodded. “If we time it right, it might break their formation. But we only get one shot.”

Silina made her decision. “If we don’t act now, they’ll crush us. We go in fast, hit them hard, and pull out before they recover. Execute the maneuver!”

On her console, several beeps went off. “Captain, Klingon vessels are reorienting. They’re stacking formation, preparing for a full-scale bombardment!” Cho’s voice was sharp as she watched Qevla, Grevok, and Trel’koth tighten their attack formation, advancing once more toward Gemini and Dhaillak’s defense lines. She had managed to recover their sensors from the graviton pulse disruption, and now, the Klingons were on the move.

Studying the tactical display, Silina saw a pattern in the Klingon maneuvers. They relied on coordinated firepower, meaning if she could break their synchronization, they would lose their attack cohesion. “If they want a formation, let’s break it apart. Target torpedoes at their forward elements. We’ll cut straight through their attack vector.”

Ko hesitated at that command, her expression wary. “If we hit too hard, this becomes an open war, Captain.”

“Controlled targeting. We aim to disrupt, not destroy. Fire only at key points to force them to scatter,” Silina clarified.

Engaging full impulse, Padgok brought the Gemini into a tight lateral strafe, positioning the ship for an optimal firing arc.

Loading the torpedoes, Cho glanced at her console. “Coordinates set. Two spread patterns aimed at the lead vessel to force it to veer off-course. A delayed salvo aimed between Grevok and Trel’koth.” She applied what she had learned from her time on Mariner and now on Gemini to anticipate the Klingons’ reaction.

“Fire,” Silina ordered.

The torpedoes launched in rapid succession, controlled bursts designed to disrupt, not provoke escalation. The first salvo struck Qevla, forcing the lead ship to adjust its vector, breaking formation. Grevok attempted to evade but moved straight into the delayed torpedo spread, its shields flared as it was pushed off course. Trel’koth overcorrected, veering dangerously close to debris, losing momentum and leaving itself exposed. The disruption in House T’Vagh’s coordinated assault was successfully ripped away from them.

Seizing the opportunity, Valorex struck hard, disabling Trel’koth, while Qevla suffered critical damage. Suddenly, a hail came through from the Klingon flagship.

“Cowards! You dare strike at warriors and think yourselves superior?!” Dorvath’s fury was palpable. He slammed his chair’s armrest, his face streaked with blood from the impact of the battle.

Silina remained calm but firm. “You were moving to attack civilians. We’ve merely ensured that won’t happen.”

The Klingon was visibly fuming, but his raider fleet was now scattered. They had lost their first-strike advantage. Then, new beeping filled the bridge, Romulan reinforcements had arrived.

Dhaillak – Medical Center & Streets

Varek stood amidst the ruins of his command post, blood staining his uniform. He watched as Klingon forces began to fall back. Romulan survivors cheered as their enemies retreated, but he remained motionless. His militia was shattered, his people barely clinging to survival.

He turned his gaze toward Miki, nodding once in reluctant respect. Starfleet’s presence here had made a difference, whether he liked it or not. Behind them, the Romulan Republic flag, half-burned and torn, still stood against the ruined skyline. Dhaillak had survived. But at what cost?

Bridge – USS Gemini

Back on the Gemini, the crew watched the furious Klingon commander on the viewscreen.

“Now, let’s make this very simple, HoD,” Silina stated, her voice level but firm. “Your ships are damaged or crippled. The Romulan reinforcements have arrived, and if you fire upon this colony, you will not only feel the wrath of the Romulans, but Starfleet will defend it with everything we have. How many of your warriors from House T’Vagh will fall? How much will your house respect a vassal house that wastes its warriors on a slaughter rather than a true battle?”

Dorvath tensed. His warriors were listening. Klingons respected strength, but they also recognized when a battle was no longer worth the cost. His position was compromised, withdraw and be seen as weak, or press forward and risk heavy casualties.

A moment of silence passed. Then…

“I will not waste my warriors on unworthy prey,” he exhaled sharply, straightening. His voice carried grudging acceptance. “Enjoy your high ground while you can, Captain. House T’Vagh does not forget insults or interference.”

The screen cut to black. Moments later, three of the four Klingon ships began their retreat.

“Captain, the raiders are pulling back, disengaging from attack formation,” Cho confirmed. A collective breath was held across the bridge.

Ko exhaled slowly, turning to Silina. “That was risky,” she muttered before leaning in slightly. “That sounded personal.”

Silina gave a firm nod. “It always is. But for now, the Klingons will think twice about entering this region.” She looked back at Ko, her expression unreadable. “It was personal. He’s rattled, but not retreating. This storm isn’t over yet.”