PART ONE
STARDATE: 89388.1 (May 12, 2412)
TIME: 01:22:14
LOCATION: Captain's Quarters, USS Leyte Gulf, docked with Deep Space K-7
Steven rolled over in his cramped bunk bed and sighed. Two months into his new command, and he was still getting adjusted to a new ship. And a new crew. He hadn't even been able to get fully comfortable with command of the Calabria before Starfleet pulled him and his senior staff and reassigned them to the Leyte. They still hadn't explained fully why, but he suspected it was because he wanted to fight on the front lines, not guard Sol, as important as that job was.
DePoe's attempt to roll over again was interrupted by the beep of the ships comm and the slightly strained, but controlled voice of the lieutenant who was watch officer currently on the bridge calling him.
"Bridge to Captain DePoe, sorry to wake you sir, but there's an emergency."
DePoe sat straight up- and ended up bumping his head rather hard on the low ceiling of the bunk. Swearing to himself, he shook off the pain and answered the call, "DePoe here, what's the problem?"
"Sir, ten minutes ago K-7 command received a distress call from an independent colony in the Servin system. They say they are under attack from Klingon raiders. The whole fleet's being scrambled to assist."
No wonder the lieutenant sounded strained, "The whole fleet? To repel a raid? Isn't that a little much?"
"Well, um, I'm sorry sir, you should probably come up here. There's more than just a few B'rel's attacking the colony."
DePoe sighed again, 'Very well. Bring the ship to battlestations, I'll be on the bridge in ten minutes. DePoe out."
About 3 seconds after the comm clicked off, the comm beeped again, but this time instead of it being directed to just the Captain, it was the public address system, signaling the whole crew with that same lieutenant's voice: "Red Alert, all hands man battle stations. This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill." Right as the words were spoken, the red alert klaxon sounded, its loud, throaty insistence permeating the otherwise quiet ship.
Activating the lights with a command to the computer, Steven opened his closet to grab a fresh uniform...