New Era Of Star Fleet

Posted on 2025, Sat Jun 28th, @ 12:11am by Fleet Admiral Pat Lovell & President Cornelius Moss & Admiral Secura & Vice Admiral N'Simi & Rear Admiral Liam Shaw & Commodore Beverly Crusher & Admiral Kate Harlow & Commodore Bowen Parton

2,226 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: Episode 1A "Shadows of the Empire"
Location: Private Tactical Briefing Room | Red-Level Security Lockdown
Timeline: 1 Hour After Breifing With Bowen On Halo Problems

The room’s lights dimmed to operational red as the classified meeting commenced. The heavy silence was broken only by the soft hum of the LCARS panel behind Fleet Admiral Pat Lovell, who stood with hands clasped behind his back, facing the central holo-display. Surrounding him were some of the most powerful people in the Federation—each summoned with urgency, each carrying classified clearance few others could ever hope to possess.

"What do you think? Do you believe she’s hiding something from us?" Lovell asked, his voice low but direct, gaze fixed.

Captain Parton stepped forward, moved to the side wall, and keyed in a personal access code. The panel lit up with a flicker of warning—red seals of STI encryption crumbling away as the files loaded.

“Here it is,” he said grimly, tapping the file titled: RED WAVE.
"Everything Starfleet has on dimensional rift technology."

The holo-display shifted. A diagram of overlapping subspace folds, exotic particles, and waveforms rotated in midair. A sensor overlay blinked—highlighting a match to the energy readings collected from the USS Halo’s last location.

“Is it possible this phenomenon is what sent the Halo spiraling into the alternate universe?” Lovell’s voice carried a mixture of desperation and determination.

"This Phenomenon is known as the Red Wave, it is a dimensional rift created by sub subspace gravimetric distortion. This distortion opens a tear in normal space and into the sub space and normal space of adjacent parallel worlds. The closes world to ours is the newest offshoot of the temporal continuam, this is what we have classified as "The Mirror Univers". This alternate time line was originally discovered by the late Admiral James Tiberius Kirk during his first 5 year mission as CO of the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701. This discovery took place during a transporter accident. The natural crystals of the planet the Enterprise was orbiting created a Red Wave distortion when struck by atmospheric plasmic discharge, lighting. When this happened, the rift was just enough to interfere with the trasporter, but physical mater did pass through. Later, it was discovered a natural rift was located in the Bad Lands. This rift was studdied by the Cardasians, and that research was stollen by the Klingons during the Klingon Cardasian conflict just before the Dominion war. They used this information to develop a sub space anchored mine that on destination would cast a ship into the Mirror dimension. It is our best theory that the Halo found the testing site for these mines in the nebulae they were scheduled to explore. As you see, the energy patterns match perfectly." Captain Parton said this, not letting the fact of Section 31s involvement leque in this more public setting.

Gasps were exchanged among the room’s senior leaders—Commodore Beverly Crusher leaned in to examine the biological radiation spikes on the waveform. Vice Admiral N’Simi exchanged a grim glance with Admiral Harlow, while President Moss remained uncharacteristically silent, absorbing the implications.

Captain Parton picked back up ,"In order for the Halo to get home, they would need to either make it through Terran empirial space, all the way back to the Bad lands, if they even have knowladge about that rift, or to the planet where the Enterprise originally found those crystals. Star fleet Intelligence reports from the mirror universe reports suggest, the Terrian empire destroyed that planet after the transporter incident what a Volkin attempted a rebelion based on experiences he had here. The only other hope they have is if we go in and bring them home. Sadly, the only ships that hold this capability other than the borg hubs, is the Draco Class, a top recreate Section 31 project that was mothballed due to inadequate designing."

The room was quiet for a beat as Admiral Secura, arms crossed, remaining stoic. Her eyes lingered a little too long on the Chronepsis schematic—Lovell clocked it but said nothing.

"Bowen, is there any of these so-called Draco-classes active right now?" Lovell asked plainly. "What do I need to do to get them here?"

"No sir, all Draco class space frames were mathballed after the battle of Betelgeuse" Captain Parton stated before shifting to the Lcars pannel infront of him. "However, there is still one space frame that can be salvaged, the U.S.S. Chronepsis."

The display zoomed in on a registry still marked CLASSIFIED – AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. A schematic labeled U.S.S. Chronepsis, Draco-class, hull number NCC-4001, appeared. The ship looked powerful, its design aggressive—an angular frame clearly meant for war, thick haul plating, armored doors for vittal area, she was a monster when compared to even section 31 ships. It was clear, she would have the strength to fight her way through anything if it came to it.

"This was my ship, the one used at Betelgeuse to close off the Klingon supply route at the galactic south. She proved to powerful at the time, the Gadora matter anti-matter power plant designed by Kahn Noonien Sing had a power output equivalent to 4 Borg Cubes. Our EPS grid systems at the time of her construction were inadequate to handle that much energy." Captain Parton said this with a sence of deep disappointment. He then zoomed into the delector dish assembly. The dish itself was devided into three, and on either side of it where two noduales and then there were another set above and below. Bowen pointed to the lateral set "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a red wave projection system. this ship can generate a sub subspace gravimetric distortions and open up a red wave rift wide enough for almost any Star Fleet vessel to go through including itself. Before you ask, yes, any standard warp core can generate more than enough power to activate this system, the triple core design of the Gidora power plant provides the necessary stability to allow for travel through the system. The pulsing of standard single core designs creates major fluctuations in the rift with extremy adverse side effects."

Lovell’s jaw tightened. Slowly, he stepped toward the LCARS interface. With precise movements, he initiated a command protocol that had not been used since the late Dominion War era. The room’s systems responded with biometric confirmation, and a soft chime indicated final clearance.

He turned back to the group, his voice measured—but absolute.

"There’s a war coming. Not with the Klingons. Not with the Romulans. It’s internal. It’s Starfleet versus what’s left of Section 31."
"I’ve seen enough to know this wasn’t a random anomaly. And whoever is pulling strings inside Command is doing it from the shadows of an organization we thought we shut down."

His eyes scanned the room. N’Simi frowned deeply. Admiral Harlow narrowed her eyes. Crusher tensed. Secura remained silent—but unnervingly calm.

"This ship—" Lovell gestured to the Chronepsis, "—was supposed to be Section 31’s next ghost. But I’m not going to let it stay in their hands. It will be completed. But it will not be theirs."

He stepped closer to the center of the group, now looking directly to President Moss.

Moss stood and faced the room, "Effective immediately, under Executive Order 2829.2402, I am authorizing the formation of a new department." President Moss stated, placing his finger on the data pad he had been holding, giving his signature.
"Division 0 – Department of Temporal and Existential Defense."

The words landed like a shockwave in the room.

Lovell picked back up as Moss returned to his seat, "Its mission will be to complete what Section 31 started—without their corruption. To defend the timeline, and the existential integrity of the Federation. This ship—" he gestured again to the display, "—will be completed under the authority of Division 0. It will fly not as a shadow weapon, but as our first line of defense against the unimaginable."

A long pause settled in. President Moss gave a slow nod of approval. Vice Admiral N’Simi remained wary, but supportive.

Admiral Secura, however, smiled slightly.

Lovell saw it—and said nothing.

"Briefing in one hour," he said, voice sharp as a knife. "We move now."


The lights dimmed again as the main LCARS wall transitioned into mission configuration. The Starfleet delta faded into a blood-red glyph—an angular zero intersecting a temporal arc. A new seal was being etched into history: Division 0 – Department of Temporal and Existential Defense.

Fleet Admiral Lovell stood at the head of the room, hands resting on the holotable as the assembled leaders took their seats. Tension simmered just below the surface.

"You are now under briefing for Operation: Spectral Latch. This is the first and only mission under the newly formed Division 0."

He tapped a control and the image of the USS Chronepsis appeared—more detailed than before. The Draco-class was long, sleek, with reinforced subspace architecture and classified interdimensional rift projection systems along with other secrets. Its hull plating was a matte obsidian, unlike any other vessel in the fleet.

"The Chronepsis was the prototype for a temporal-intervention platform. Originally developed in cooperation with elements of Starfleet Intelligence, Section 31, and a shadow research unit codenamed Ananke Cell. That collaboration ended after the Betelgeuse incident."

He looked briefly at Captain Parton, who gave a tight nod.

" She has been left completely in tact, her primary issue, her EPS system is completely and totally fried. From bridge to the Docking bay light she will need to be fited out with a new wiring harness the whole way around. This time it will be one specially designed to deal with the power output of the Gidora Power plant" Bowen said this with a toutch of pride and optimisim, it was clear, he loved this ship.


Lovell continued:
“The ship was buried—hidden under Io, its registry wiped. But the underlying systems... they work. And I intend to see her fly again. Under our control. Not theirs.”

The image shifted to a rotating model of a quantum rift—labeled RED WAVE ANOMALY 001-B, then overlaid with telemetry from the USS Halo before its disappearance.

"These are the last confirmed energy signatures before the Halo vanished. The rift matches almost perfectly with what Chronepsis was designed to both generate and stabilize."

Commodore Crusher stood.
"And the biological impacts to the crew caught in such a rift?"
"Severe temporal dissonance. Potential memory erosion. Identity bleed. We're not just dealing with physics here—we're dealing with time... and existence."

Lovell nodded.
"Exactly why we need a medical officer of your experience working parallel to the recovery and outfitting effort. The crew of the Halo, assuming we retrieve them, will need to be assessed and treated before reintegration."

He turned to Vice Admiral N’Simi and Admiral Harlow.
"You’ll oversee operational cover. This stays black. If word of this gets out—especially to any remaining S31 holdouts—we lose the only strategic edge we have. I want her refit completed under silent protocol ALPHA-NINE-NOVA. No logs. No tags. No access outside this room."

Admiral Harlow leaned forward.
"And what about personnel? A ship like this won’t run on ghosts."

Lovell tapped again. A secondary holo list loaded:

Captain Parton – Commanding Officer, Chronepsis

Select Clearance 6 Specialists – Pulled from the Deepside Projects

One Handpicked Temporal Science Officer (TBD)

Full isolation crew assigned by Division 0 command authority

Captain Parton kept his eye on Secura. The fact he had not been selected to head up this Task Force had stung in the moment, but he understood. He still had a job too do.

Then Lovell looked slowly toward Admiral Secura, whose expression hadn’t changed once since the meeting began.

"I expect full cooperation from Intelligence during this transition, Admiral."

"Of course, sir," she replied calmly. Too calmly.

President Moss finally spoke, voice heavy with authority.
"If you’re right, Pat... if there really is a fracture forming between the remnants of Section 31 and Starfleet proper—this ship and this department may be our only chance to stop it before it spreads."

"Mr. President, if I might speak freely for a moment. The rift already took place, Section 31 was founded by Star Fleet in a very similar mannor as this Division 0. Several of us S31 agents did a lot of good work. Issue is, people got to powerful, and when the federation seemed to not need them to have that power any more, thy lost their ever lovin' minds. I fully intend to see the returning Section 31 back under the control of Star Fleet Command." This was said in a whisper where only Lovell and Moss could hear.

President Moss looked back at the admiral and Lovell met his gaze.
"I don’t intend to let history repeat itself, Mr. President. We let them go too far once. Never again."

He turned back to the group.
"Our first priority is stabilizing the Chronepsis. Once mobile, we begin phase two: identifying and isolating the mole who’s been feeding classified technology into Federation space—possibly for years."

He didn’t say Secura’s name.

But everyone looked at her.

She only smiled.

Lovell closed the briefing with finality:

"This room no longer exists. This meeting never happened. We begin now. Division 0 is online."

And just like that, the Federation’s most secret war began—not across the stars, but in the shadows of its own command.

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