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2380: Data introduces Calvin Raytheon to Admiral Janeway; Raytheon proposes to Janeway, and Janeway becomes pregnant; Calvin Raytheon is killed protecting Admiral Janeway from assassination; Trailblazer Transwarp Project begins; Trial over the Doctor’s Rights goes to the Federation Supreme Court; Bajor joins the Federation; Jacob Calvin Janeway is born.
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Prologue: Resistance “Battleaxe Leader, this is Convoy Alpha-Delta-1238, requesting escort to Trion Prime, repeat, requesting escort to Trion Prime,” the comm. crackled, startling Commander Jake Janeway, the ship’s tactical and executive officer, from his meditation. “Convoy-Alpha-Delta-1238, please clarify,” said Lt. Cmdr. Evan McKnight, the ship’s helm officer, as he rubbed his tired eyes. “Battleaxe Leader, this is Captain Afyon of the USS Courageous-A, we’ve lost ¾ of our escort and are about to arrive in the Trion system, assistance is required,” replied Captain Afyon over the comm. “Acknowledged, standby,” McKnight said into the comm., looking over at Fleet Captain Sovak for her decision. She looked over at Janeway, who just shrugged. “You’re the captain, not me, ma’am,” Janeway replied, “But for the record, I don’t believe it’s a good idea, as the Borg have been hammering the convoys and the squad is not in the best condition; anything bigger than a Pyramid would crush us and the squadron.” Janeway reached out with his Betazoid empathic senses to see what the others thought about this decision, and all he could sense is apprehension and fear; there was also courage beginning to grow within them, emanating from Sovak, though she didn’t show it. “Tell them we are on our way, order the fleet to Condition Red and to rendezvous at Point Alpha-2-3-7-Sierra,” Sovak said, brushing her hair out of the way. “So ordered, launching defense drones and activating shields and ablative armor.” Janeway began before seeing two Remnant Pyramids decloak on his sensors. Janeway scrambled to find his balance as he felt the bridge crew’s terror when the ships appeared on screen. He quickly tried to lock on with phasers, but the set of pyramids were faster. The Pyramids launched a volley of torpedoes, almost three dozen per Pyramid, and they were targeted on the biggest threat to the Pyramids; which, unfortunately, was the Musashi. The defensive drones were quickly depleted of their micro torpedoes; the drones then defaulted to their backup programming, slamming into the incoming torpedoes. Though the drones managed to eliminate 2/3rds of the incoming, that still left twenty three incoming projectiles hurtling through space toward the Musashi. “Brace for impact!!!” shouted Janeway as he activated the ships comm. and attempted to reinforce the forward shields before impact. He failed. The first fifteen or so smashed into the powerful shields of the Musashi, then as the shields failed, the remainder plowed into the hull. Janeway and the rest of the bridge crew were thrown from their stations and Janeway blacked out. When Jake awoke, he saw a bridge in chaos. Consoles sparked, the railing around the bridge was crushed, with several jagged pieces jutting out. Several crew members were struggling to get up and as he looked around. He saw Sovak impaled on one of the jagged pieces of railing. “Oh, shit!” shouted Janeway and tapped his commbadge. “MEDICAL EMERGENCY ON THE BRIDGE!!!” There was no response so Jake ran for the emergency medical kit at the back of the bridge, ignoring the emergency medical tips that were coming through his comm. badge, actually ripping it off and smashing it with his boot. “What are you doing, sir?!” said McKnight, who ran over, all but ready to grab Janeway and stop him. “What the hell are you doing?!” “Backoff, McKnight, I’m a combat medic!!!” said Janeway as he pushed the junior officer away and began using the medical tricorder to determine the extent of the damage. Damage to the liver and spleen, but no arteries hit, that’s good. Her pulse and heart rate are worry-some though, Janeway thought. “All right, we can move her.” “Are you out of your Betazoid mind? She’s got a piece of metal sticking through her guts!!!” McKnight shouted and he was about to continue but Janeway stood up to his full height, a good four inches taller than McKnight and just stared at him, smoldering. “Yes, sir,” McKnight said meekly and began to help Janeway pick her up off the rod impaling her. Sovak groaned in pain, but blessedly remained unconscious. Suddenly, the tricorder’s alarm went off. “Damn it, she’s starting to arrest! Put her down, put her down!” Janeway shouted as they gently lowered her to the ground, and Janeway reached for the rest of the kit and came up empty. Looking over, he saw the kit being used by Patterson and Clancy to help the crewmen who were down, one bleeding from almost every opening on his face and the other who had seemed to be having a seizure. “All right, McKnight, I got a job for you to do, you have five minutes to get down to Medical on B deck and bring back a EMedkit, before she goes into full arrest, understood?” McKnight just nodded and ran for the Jefferies tube as Janeway began compressions, keeping Sovak’s heart going. Janeway kept up compressions until, less than two minutes later, McKnight came back with the EMedkit. McKnight quickly tossed it to Janeway, who quickly pulled out the defribilator and quickly shocked her back into rhythm. The monitor on the tricorder quickly became more steady and stabilized. “How many people did you have to fight through to get this?” Janeway joked as he quickly cauterized Sovak’s wound. “You don’t wanna know,” said McKnight with a grimace. When Janeway looked over, McKnight just looked away. “Alright, she’s good until we evacuate,” said Janeway as he activated the ship’s comm. at one of the few working stations, “What’s the status of the communications, shields, engines, and sensors Mr. Warrth?” “Shield generator is destroyed, the armor is running though, communications are working for the time being, I can only give you half impulse, sensors are working, the convoy escorts are getting shredded by the Pyramids’ fighters, and weapons are down as most of the EPS is disabled,” replied Warrth from Engineering, where it was organized chaos, “We’re also getting sporadic reports from different decks about Borg assault drones.” “Don’t worry about that, we’ll be off this ship soon enough. I’m ordering an evacuation authorization Janeway-Sigma-Delta-3-9-6-8-Omega. Warrth, transfer fleet command protocols and sensors to the helm,” Janeway began, “McKnight, you, Patterson, Clancy, and Deaver, get the wounded to the Medevac runabout and head for Trion Prime as fast as you can make it. I’m gonna take down those Pyramids.” McKnight and the others nodded with a chorus of “yes, sirs”. Janeway sat down at the helm, and punched up the maximum impulse available, and pulled up Battleaxe Squadron’s positions, and saw that the squadron’s guided weapons defense cruiser, the USS Tian An Men, was still able to fight. Janeway activated fleet command channel and ordered, “This is Commander Jake Janeway of the USS Musashi, I’m taking command of the squadron authorization Janeway-Sigma-Delta-3-9-6-8-Omega, Tian An Men, I need some cover from those drones and the Pyramids’ torpedoes.” “Roger that, Battleaxe Leader,” Janeway heard over the comm. He quickly punched in the collision course at the lead Pyramid. Coming in on the Musashi’s flank, the Tian An Men provided withering defensive fire from every arc, lashing out at enemy torpedoes and fighter drones with impunity. As escape pods shot away from the ship, the Janeway punched in his access code, and activated the self destruct sequence and punched the final heading in. Bolting from his seat, Janeway jumped into the final emergency turbolift. “Requesting authorization for self destruct sequence.” the computer said calmly. “Authorization Janeway-Sigma-Delta-3-9-6-8-Omega-Sigma-Charlie, countdown for 60 seconds,” said Janeway as the Arrow class Runabout Javelin in the shuttlebay, was activated and the emergency lift dropped at breakneck speed. Janeway sprinted from the turbolift to the open hatch of the Javelin and clambered into the runabout. Sliding into the seat, Janeway activated the shuttles engines, and as the ship’s hatch closed, he pulled out of the shuttlebay and through the bay’s magnetic containment field. As the Javelin pulled out the bay, the Musashi began its terminal run, plowing through several fighter drones. The targeted Pyramid finally took notice of the ship bearing down on her, and launched another volley of torpedoes at the crippled Musashi, but the Tian An Men again lashed out with her micro-torpedoes batteries, destroying all but two of the incoming. As the Tian An Men pulled away from the battleship, the Musashi shrugged off the two torpedoes, and smashed into the Pyramid, cracking the Musashi’s saucer. On the main console in engineering, the self-destruct countdown reached zero, and in less than a microsecond, every remaining phaser bank, photon, quantum, transphasic, and tricobalt torpedo overloaded and detonated, including the ship’s antimatter supply. The resulting explosion was massive, 700 trillion isotons, which all but shattered the Pyramid. The shockwave slammed into the Javelin and again Jake blacked out. Lt. Cmdr. Evan McKnight was in hellÖ at least he thought so. The USS Tennessee, the Medevac variant of the Danube class Runabout, was pounded by micro-torpedoes and cutting beams. As McKnight dove the runabout through a torrent of micro-torpedoes, avoiding almost all of them. Suddenly, the Tennessee was stopped in its tracks as the Pyramid switched targets from the capital ships harassing it to the escape pods and shuttles from the Musashi, vengefully lashing out with cutting and tractor beams. The Tennessee was quickly caught in a tractor beam that stopped her dead in her tracks. The Tennessee fired its singular quantum torpedo and blasted at the Pyramid with it's dual phaser banks, but to no avail. The Tennessee shook, and the runabout's power failed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a green flash go across the cockpit windows, getting bigger and bigger, until it disappeared into the Pyramid. Nanoseconds later, the tractor beam projector exploded in a green blue fireball, releasing the Tennessee and restoring its power. The comm. came alive with Janeway's voice, “Do you have power, McKnight?” “Roger that, sir!” he replied as he punched the impulse engines up to full and began to follow the Arrow class Runabout that Janeway was flying. “No, don't follow me, McKnight! Get the hell out of here, you son of a Bolian!!!” replied Janeway, and the Tennessee broke off from the Javelin and went to warp. The Javelin dove as the vengeful Pyramid began pummeling it with multiple cutting beams, launching seven gravimetric torpedoes at Javelin. Janeway pulled the runabout up and over the Pyramid, and then pulled a high-g turn, reversing direction and dove, confusing the torpedoes' guidance. Having bought himself some time, he pulled up the squadron’s command and control interface, and activated the comm. “Battleaxe Leader to Courageous-A, get that damned convoy out of here, before the Pyramid figures what they're supposed to be doing. Paine, Agamemnon, Kraken, and Providence, cover the convoy and keep up the pressure on that Pyramid. Tian An Men and Minuteman, stay after those fighter drones. The rest of the squadron, go to rally point Bravo-Sigma-3 and try to get some support for us. There's almost no chance we're gonna survive this without support. The best chance is to get as many ships as possible to the rally point, and safeguard the convoy until they get to Trion Prime." The Javelin rumbled as it was hit by fighter drones' cutting beams and pounded by micro gravimetric torpedoes, rolling and wheeling around, avoiding as much of the enemy fire as possible. “Roger that,” came the chorus of replies coming from the comm, and the Paine, Agamemnon, Kraken, and Providence all came about, weapons ablaze, firing everything they could still fire. The Agamemnon and the Kraken, both Akira II Class Pocket Battleships, simultaneously launched four transphasic torpedoes from each of their eight forward launchers. The torpedoes streaked in on their respective targets, thirty two of which shredded the fighter drones while the Tian An Men and Minuteman blasted away at incoming enemy torpedoes. The remainder of the transphasic torpedoes smashed into the Pyramid. The Pyramid began to shudder and quickly broke apart. As whoops of celebration began on the command channel, sixty five transwarp conduits opened up, reveling dozens of fighter drones and among them, a lone tactical cube. Oh, we are so screwed. “All ships, begin immediate withdraw, I repeat begin immediate withdraw, rendezvous at rally point Alpha-Whiskey 4!!!” Janeway said as he began taking withering fire from a dozen fighters, quickly overwhelming his shields. Janeway began maneuvering wildly and chaotically to lose the pursuers, and succeeded in losing 2/3rds of them, but the remaining were determined to destroy the Javelin. The Javelin dove into the cloud of drones, weaving and rolling, and lashed out with its pulse phaser cannons and micro-torpedoes. The runabout's armored hull was holding off the onslaught of energy being unleashed upon it, but for how long was anyone's guess. Around him, the Kraken was rammed by a dozen drones, destroying a good half of her saucer. The Agamemnon, caught in on of the Cube's tractors, was slowly obliterated as the Cube pumped torpedo after torpedo in the wounded ship. The Thomas Paine, a Patriot class Heavy Cruiser, was listing and unresponsive as it was swarmed by drones, while the Providence exploded from a warp core breach, leaving no trace left of the once proud Nova Mk II class vessel. Suddenly, one drone bounced off the cockpit of the Javelin, cracking it, while a well placed shot disabled the ship's power. Realizing the danger, Jake grabbed for his pilot's helmet sealing mechanism, but as the cockpit's window shattered, he realized it was too late and was pulled into the dark void of space.... When Jake awoke, he was on an assimilation table basked in the green glow of the Borg vinculum. He struggled against the bonds of the forcefield surrounding him to no avail. Suddenly, from beyond the forcefield came a shape, one he could not make out, until it resolved itself as Dr. Jack Weber, Jake's roommate at the academy. “God, Jack, you scared the crap out of me!!!” Janeway said as the doctor deactivated the forcefield restraints and Jake sat up. “What in the hell are you doing here?” “Besides saving your ass yet again, I'm part of Task Force Freedom now, chief medical officer on the USS Rhode Island, and part of the medical team that saved your life” said Weber as he strode toward Janeway and Janeway began to try and stand up. “Whoa, that's not a good idea, buddy. You're still suffering the effects of being sucked into space like you were. Besides, you're gonna wanna stay seated. I've got some bad news.” “What, is Sovak okay? Did the convoy not make it?” Janeway asked. “Damn it, tell me what happened Jack!” Janeway demanded as he stood up, wobbling slightly as he did so. “What happened was all the ships you ordered to stay to cover the convoy were destroyed by the Borg tactical cube and its fighters. The Tian An Men was destroyed while making a suicidal run at the Cube, to delay them from attacking the planet. Minuteman was captured and assimilated by the Remnant. 6000 personnel were killed. It gets worse. The JAG is calling your decisions into question and convening a board of inquiry to investigate after Starfleet Command denounced your actions as reckless and called for your court-martial,” Weber reported grimly. Janeway all but collapsed in shock. “Who called for the court-martial?” Jake replied in a tone almost too low to hear. “Jake, I'm pretty sure you don't wanna kno...” began Weber, but he was cut off. “To hell with your opinion, who called for my goddamned court-martial?!” Janeway screamed as he glared at Weber. “Your mom, Jake. It was your mom.”
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