Star Trek: Phoenix: Resurrection of a Dream

Written by Nax

10 years after the formation of the Imperium of worlds.

Space Station over the ruins of Breen.

The shuttle had been docked for a hour before they would be allowed on board. Dunamis had to sigh before he entered. Two tactical officers following behind him, an andorian and a vulcan. Behind them walked Aaron, seemingly happy yet sad to be going to see him. He quickly walked into the area they were arranged to meet in. He didn’t mistake the glares of the Breen milling about, they were cautious of anyone with even a close resemblance to the Federation. Or should he say the Imperium. Considering the massacre that took place here. He entered the small room on the station, the negotiations had been completed hours ago. For the transfer of the man he was to recruit. As he walked further into the room he sighed. “Kennox.” The younger man turned from his bed, looking at the picture given to him by Aaron when he left. One of the crew gathered for a party. “Hey uh. Captain...”

Dune sighed as Aaron ran forward. Hugging the shit out of Kennox. “Kennox! It’s so good to see you!” “It’s good to see you too, Aaron...”

Just then. The entire station shook, as the station went into red alert. Dune pulled out his phaser, locking and loading. “Time to go. Follow quickly behind me, both of you!” Dune and his tactical officers led Kennox and Aaron  forward. Going to get back to the shuttle, to escape. One look out the window would show a large fleet firing on the station. The Imperium had found them.

Then MACOs started beaming onto the station. Firing on the Breen, killing most of them within five minutes. Kennox gasped as they ran, why didn’t he work out more. As they reached the docking bay, Dune heard Aaron cry out in pain. As Maggie Roode stood there, with a smoking phaser. “Hello Captain.” Kennox held Aaron, telling him to take deep breaths. Dune looked at Maggie, holding his tactical officers back. “Miss Roode. Please, I don’t want to hurt you. And I’m sure deep down, beyond you’re re-programming. You don’t want to -“ Dune gasped as Maggie shot his leg, he gasped out in pain. His tactical officers quickly got himself, Aaron and Kennox onto the shuttle. Maggie killed the Vulcan, snapping his neck. Before the Andorian closed the shuttle bay door. As he hoped into the helm. Quickly flying them out of the station, and towards the back of the planet. “Captain! I’ll get us to base! You just sit tight.” Kennox meanwhile, was treating Aaron, he would live. He hoped. Dune sighed as he pulled out his communicator. Calling her “Khassid. Don’t respond to this. I got Kennox but myself and Lieutenant Miller were hurt. We are coming back. We will not be followed..one of the tactical officers you provided died. I’m sorry.” With that, Dune sat back, and fell into unconsciousness.