Star Trek Phoenix #1 An End to War

Earth Year – 2375

The Battle of Cardassia

Captain Thomas Alexander looked at the main view-screen, the bridge of his ship,

the USS Phoenix was strangely quiet. He knew his people were doing their jobs but

there was none of the usual banter which his relaxed command style usually allowed.

And it was the view-screen which catalysed the ominous atmosphere aboard.

Thomas stared at what seemed like a thousand Star-ships, Federation, Klingon and

Romulan. All of them headed for Cardassia Prime. Where they would find victory...

or death.

The Excelsior-class USS Phoenix was leading a support wing of nine other ships, three powerful Akira-class Star-ships, three tough Steam-runner-class ships and three ageing Miranda-class vessels. The Type II Miranda-class ships had decades of proud

service behind them. What a shame it would be, thought Thomas That those years

might end today, courtesy of a Dominion disruptor bank.

Thomas stroked his neatly trimmed beard as he pondering his own mortality, his

thoughts were interrupted by his First Officer who was filling in at Ops. since the

death of Ensign Martin one week before...

“Captain, we have an incoming transmission from the Defiant, Captain Sisko is about to address the fleet.” Said Commander Edward Jackson.

“On screen please Number One, this is what we have been waiting for!”

Thomas and his crew listened to Captain Sisko's stirring words, words designed to

inspire a fighting-spirit. They worked for the most part, but many of the crew were

scarred. They all knew that this day may arrive, but none of them had joined Star-fleet

to die... Maybe it was in his mind but he was beginning to get hot,

Thomas had been given command of support wing Delta-5. One of six similar

groups designed to flank the main attack force led by Captain Sisko. Delta-5 was one of the three wings on the left flank. Their mission was to support the larger Capital

ships on the left side of the combined fleet, such as the Galaxy-class ships and

massive Klingon Negh'Var-class Battleships. As the Allied fleet approached the mass

of Dominion, Cardassian and Breen ships the Phoenix was hailed once more, this time

it was Captain Melissa Scott of the USS Atlantis. Her image appeared on the Main

Viewscreen, now in her thirties the attractive Earth-woman of African descent still

had a very youthful twinkle in her eye, she smiled warmly as she spoke.

“Captain Alexander! It has been too long!”

“Indeed it has.” Replied Thomas. “How can the Phoenix aid you and the

Atlantis today Captain?”

“Well, our sensors indicate that a large group of Jem'Hadar fighters are heading

our way, and we present a rather tempting target, I am sure it would be a matter of

prestige for them to bring down a Galaxy-class Star-ship today. Would you mind