I own nothing except for new character and story ideas. This is going to be the pilot episode to a new series. If this is well-received, I will make the actual series. But right now, we'll work on getting this pilot episode up!

Episode 1: A New Peace

Teaser

Captain's Log – Stardate 65978.128: The USS Perspective has made it to Betazed just fine. The dilithium chamber is continuing its downward spiral, but Starbase 19 does have the parts that's needed to replace the crystals.

The small bridge of the Perspective at times felt claustrophobic, especially at times there were problems with the engines. The chief engineer liked to oversee his engineering team from the bridge, to keep out of their way. Yet, it added even more people to the bridge and Lt. Commander James Enviro always felt like there were too many hands on deck as there were, especially since the Chief Engineer liked to talk…..and talk he did!

His current target was the Lt. Commander, who was just trying to focus on his science station. There was an unusually high amount of a chrotonite radiation about a thousand kilometers off the port-bow. Yet even as his hands scanned the new data, he couldn't focus on what was on the screen.

"I'm really serious," the Chief Engineer was saying animatedly, hovering over the science station, patting the top of the console station. His fingers kept falling the top of the screen, obscuring the data. "You can really see the change in technology over a very couple of decades in Earth history."

"Uh-huh," James said, his eyes jumping back to where he had just read a few seconds ago. Why couldn't the man just shut up?

"Oh yeah!" the man said, continuing his patting on the consoles top. "Especially in car engines. While they remain same in concept, within about….oh….sixty years, they were lightyears ahead in elegance! All you need to do is come to the holodeck sometime and we can really get into it! I can show you all…."

"As much as I am sure that we are all delighted by your conversation with the Science Officer," Captain Gett said, swerving in his chair to face the science station, "I would appreciate you confine your conversation to official ship business. I realize we are coming up to the space station but there is no need to bother him."

"Aye, Captain!" the Chief Engineer said with a snap of his finger. "I'll get right on down there. Nothing like the personal one over. How are those repairs going and all that, see if we can further along the repairs when we get into space dock."

James didn't look up as the other man hurried off the bridge, the door whooshing open to allow the man to make his way to the turbolift at the end of the corridor. The readings were becoming stronger and more stable, yet he wasn't sure it was anything that needed to be worried about.

"Helm," the Captain called out to the helm station at the front of the bridge. "How much longer until we can surrender control to the base?"

"Four minutes sir," the young ensign reported, his purple hair and flat ears indicative of his race.

"Very good," the Captain said, "Commander Enviro, what status on the radiation you picked up?"

A quick look showed that it was now all but solid. "It's become more solid sir," he replied, "But it is well away from us sir. I do not think it is a problem."

"Very good," the Captain said, "Number One, what do you say we go ahead and….."

"Transwarp conduit opening!" Tactical suddenly barked.

"Where?" the First Officer demanded.

"Mark 4.9.002 sir."

Wait…..wasn't that the area the chrotonite buildup was? James looked over the data, and saw as the radiation seemed to part, creating a large circular disc in the fabric of space. How was this happening? Surely that wasn't the radiation that preceded the opening of a transwarp conduit.

"Onscreen," the Captain ordered.

James glanced up at the screen as everyone else did. His heart stopped in his chest. Helm cursed, the words not translating in the Universal Translator. Yet a few words came to mind for him as well, some that wouldn't translate as well.

"We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ship. Your biological and technological distinctions will be added to our own. You will service us."