The staff sat on the bridge as the Shackleton Transwarp conduit shimmered by. Meila was staring at the view screen, listening to the sensor readbacks being reported by various stations.

Wrapping her hands around the silver mug, etched with the Emblem of the Sacagawea and Starfleet on it. As she sipped her Orange Pekoe Tea, with Oat Milk, she smiled. It was like a warm hug.

“Captain, we are approaching the aperture. ETA Five Minutes.” Came the report from the Operations Station.

“Helm Follow the Vector approach that we were assigned. Signal our approach to Framheim.” Meila ordered.

As the Sacagawea dropped out of the transwarp conduit, the massive fleet was amassed before them. Varying classes of starships, a mixture of new and old, Romulan, Klingon and Federation alike. The massive Narenda Class Starbase stood over them like a watchtower. It looked like a Mini-Spacedock. A proximity alarm wrang, and a call from the helm came out.

“Hold on!” Aiyana said as her hands flew over the console, adjust the heading by 35 degrees to avoid contact with a decloaking Bird of Prey. The Sacagawea veered off course at a thrusted 70 degree roll to avoid contact.

“Ma’am, we are recieving a message from the Bird of Prey, the Q’otang – it reads ‘Q’apla'” Minara, the Chief Tactical and Security officer on loan from the Republic read out.

“Reply ‘Good Hunting’ Minara.” Meila smiled.

“Confirmed a new Vectored Approach, 07 by 35 by 66,” T’mal said.

“Make it so.” Meila said crossing her legs and sitting back in the chair. “This time lets avoid some Cloaked ships shall we?”