Author's Notes: I know I should not be starting a new story when I have plenty of others to work on, but this came to me sometimes last week and it's one of those pieces that I'll work on from time to time and testing to see what people think. I'm looking at something like a 50k to 75k word story when it is done over the course of the next six months.

This story is a parody of Dan Schneider's parody of Star Trek: The Original Series and Star Wars, Galaxy Wars through his several series where the two sides can conceivably match each other in a fight long enough not to turn it into a cakewalk for the Empire. I don't want to get into any argument about who could beat who from hardcore fans from either side, it's a character piece in the backdrop of a war… besides, I already know after years and years of debate that the Empire could steamroll over the Federation in short order and I'm a Star Trek fan saying this.

This will be on the Star Trek side, an Original Series time framed story set shortly after 'Errand of Mercy' where the Organians butted their nose into the Federation's and Klingon Empire's Armageddon before it started with heavy borrowing from Amarillo Design Bureau's Star Fleet Universe along with perhaps the tidbit here and there from J.J. Abram's interpretation with of course any kind of reference from Drake & Josh, iCarly and Victorious of Galaxy Wars Name/Places/References. However, it isn't J.J. Abram's Star Trek, this is TOS.

Of course Happy 4th of July to all my US readers.

Galaxy Wars: Fight for the Federation
By OneHorseShay

Disclaimer: Don't Own, don't sue, for God sakes, don't sue.

Rating: M for Violence (It's a War Story), T for Language and Adult Themes/Situations
Pairing(s): Formerly Creddie; Others heavily explored.
Summary: Galaxy Wars Parody/Fusion Fic - Captain Freddie Benson and the brave crew of the USS Tori battle across the galaxy to save the Federation against the iron fist of the Galactic Empire with the help of Princess Tori and her Rebel Alliance.

Chapter 1: Opening Shots

Main Bridge
USS Tori (NCC-1725)
Constitution-Class Mk. II (Bonhomme Richard-subclass) Heavy Cruiser
Sector 2903
Stardate 2267.154
(Monday, June 3, 2267)

Captain Frederick "Freddie" Benson rocked in the command chair as the starship reverberated from bracketing 'laser' fire from the enemy starship to starboard. He was jostled so hard in his chair that he feared that the strike might have breached not only the shields but the hull.

His fears were confirmed when the crewwoman manning the bridge engineering station to his left shouted, "Hull breaches on Deck Nine and Ten! Damage control parties in route!"

He shouted out, "Return phaser fire!"

"Aye sir!" Lieutenant (J.G.) Ava Cohen shouted in return as her fingers tapped the controls and several phasers lashed out at the enemy 'light cruiser' to their starboard side and striking it several times. The enemy deemed the vessel a light cruiser, but to Star Fleet, they were learning the hard way that the enemy 'Carrack' had more firepower than Star Fleet's heaviest ships and unfortunately, comparable shields as it withstood the bombardment.

The ad hoc taskforce made up of ships from Star Fleet's 2nd Fleet was duking it out with a little known alien fleet in a desperate attempt to defend an outer colony in an outer sector of the Federation as long as possible to evacuate as many of the willing colonists as possible. The Second Fleet was primarily a space exploration fleet, but they were Star Fleet and they would stand their ground against any aggression upon the Federation.

The USS Miranda, a new type of heavy cruiser and first of her class, came to her sister's aid and unleashed a barrage of torpedoes at the bow of the enemy ship. The half dozen torpedoes found their mark, however, they weren't enough to penetrate the cruiser's shields, but they must have hurt enough to cause her to turn away…. Or so the captain of the Miranda thought as the turn allowed the ship to open up with a broadside of turbolaser fire.

The heavy cruiser was faster as she dove down and away from the fire and fired off a few phaser pulses of her own in return. The Miranda swung around to rejoin the other ships of the taskforce as they concentrated their fire on a heavily shielded and armored grey rectangular vessel that was supporting the command vessel.

Tens of thousands of kilometers from the main fleet action in orbit of the planet, several Hermes-Class Scouts, saucers with a warp nacelle strapped underneath it by Constitution's neck and used for fleet electronic scouts and planetary surveyors before more dedicated science ships would continue with detailed analysis of planets, were desperately fending off Imperial eyeball and finned fighters from strafing the colony's escaping transport ships. The Imperial pilots made the mistake that the relatively lightly armed scouts would be easy pickings for them, but they paid for it with their lives as the multiple phaser banks let loose pulse found their marks guided by the ships' advance sensor suits.

The leading ship of the enemy battle group continued towards the planet, a nearly kilometer long delta shaped vessel that the Imperials called a Victory-Class Star Destroy with no one seriously challenging her with her planetary-grade level weaponry.

The viewscreen of the Tori washed out for a split second before the screen auto-corrected the image from a flash that turned out to be a an old Texas-Class light survey cruiser vanishing in a fireball, taking with it three hundred and fifty lives from being caught by the Victory's main batteries firing.

Benson clenched his teeth and barked, "Valentine, signal to fleet we're withdrawing!"

The rest of the bridge crew spared split second glances to their captain then turned their full attention to their stations.

The redheaded and red dressed young Caitian excitedly answered as her prehensile tail elatedly waved behind her, "'kay, 'kay."

Lieutenant Rex Powers shouted from his position at helm, "We're not going to be able to warp out of here without stopping that cruiser from broadcasting."

Benson maintained eye contact on the destroyer in front of them, but glanced down at the sensor screen between the navigator and helm to see another Imperial ship broadcasting heavy interference to forming a stable warp bubble just outside of the battle zone of between the planet and the enveloping Imperial taskforce.

The starship commander shouted, "Have you found us a gap yet Shapiro?!"

The curly haired science officer seated to his far right shouted, "Not yet! I'm working on it!"

"Don't have time," he muttered in disgust. "Powers hard over to starboard and straight to that cruiser."

"Aye sir, to the boobie cruiser!" Rex Powers' fingers danced across the console and the ship immediately responded in rotating along its center axis, the Imperial Victory-class Star Destroyer spinning out of view on the main viewscreen.

Benson wanted to admonish his sometimes perverted helm officer, but it was a pretty adapt description as the enemy vessel was delta shaped with four spheres sunk into the hull where it separated the globes into dorsal and ventral hemispheres.

The starship commander shouted another order, "Valentine! Signal Byrd and Columbia to follow us in and prepare for full Alpha Strike on our signal."

"'kay, 'kay!"

The heavy cruiser turned and started charging at the Interdictor cruiser with two off her younger sister ships, superficially identical in appearance to a Constitution-Class, but geared far more towards space exploration than even the Queen of the Fleet and unfortunately less armed. The Imperials immediately realized what the starship was attempting to accomplish and vectored in fighters to intercept as they were still adjusting to the acceleration characteristics of their adversaries (not that the behemoth Imperial warships were slouches in accelerating).

The alien fleet's tactics was a useless waste of life in trying to stop the heavy cruiser as eight phaser cannons from the starship's saucer blazed in rapid fire, shredding the fighter screen between her and the Interdictor cruiser. Those that the phasers didn't hit the ship flew past and some stuck the shields and disintegrating against them, sending their respective pilots to the other side.

After the three starships swept aside the fighter screen, the Interdictor started throwing up a wall of fire at the incoming ships, but it was far too late even if they were making superficial hits.

The quartet saucer ventral torpedo launchers of the Tori stagger fired her photon torpedoes, sending a dozen orange looking shooting stars at the delta shaped cruiser's command tower. Her sister ships joined her with an additional dozen torpedoes and phaser beams where the matter/antimatter warheads found their marks.

Shields weakened from the sudden screen of fire she had thrown up and putting power into gravity-well generators, failed from the destructive force of matter and antimatter annihilating each other. The command tower broke apart and surrounding area of the ship was consumed in flames, sending the ship started listing to its starboard side.

The starships flew past the dying ship and out of the noose of the Imperial envelopment of the taskforce around the planet.

USS Tori (NCC-1725)

Benson stood up from his seat and patted Cohen on the shoulder and ordered, "Aft view on screen."

She followed the order as the Captain shouted over his right shoulder, "Signal all ships that we've made a hole and follow us out!"

The redhead relayed the orders, but a moment later looked over her left shoulder and shouted, "The National Guard ships are refusing to acknowledge the withdraw order."

Benson clenched down hard on his jaw then shouted back, "Understood." He looked to the main viewer and shouted, "Powers, set your course for Battlestation Vereb. Cohen, Warp Eight."

The pair replied at the same time then Shapiro turned in his seat and asked, "We're just going to leave them sir?"

The gold shirt wearing officer slightly frowned and answered in a solemn tone, "I have no intention of throwing away anyone's life for heroic nonsense."

As to make his point, on the main viewer, one of the colony's outdated light cruisers made a suicide run at the support cruiser that had battered the side of the Tori and danced with the Miranda. She crashed dead center into the starboard side of the rectangular ship, splitting it in half and consuming both ships in a fireball, sending another fourteen hundred souls to the beyond.

One of the star destroyers continued on its way into orbit as if the ship was never with her along with her fighter screen to take air superiority over the colony.

Benson whispered in disgust, "Engage warp speed."

Cohen quickly answered, "Aye sir."

About two dozen starships of the taskforce along with several colonial transport ships followed the Tori out into space (and finally taking down the grey rectangular ship into a burning hulk on their way out) then flashed to superluminal speeds.

Sick Bay
USS Tori (NCC-1725)
Constitution-Class Mk. II Heavy Cruiser

"Move! Move! Move! I want this deck cleared! Walking wounded to the port side of sickbay!" Doctor Ezekiel Fisher, an elderly doctor that was literally days away from retirement and was more or less a passenger to the Tori's next port of call shouted as he waved in the spare science department crewmen carrying some of the wounded on stretchers.

"How many do we have Ezekiel?!" Jade West, an attractive pale woman with near black hair, blue eyes and the ship's Chief Medical Officer called out as she walked into sickbay helping another crewman walk then helped him sit down. The pair had scorch marks on the back of their respective uniforms.

The graying gentleman turned and reported, "Fifteen wounded so far, four with severe radiation burns, shrapnel and decompression exposure. I have two confirmed dead so far."

"Okay, I'll take the most severe case and you and Sherry split the rest. The nurses and the corpsmen can continue prepping the wounded for surgery."

He gave her a near grandfatherly smile as he answered, "Already on it Doctor." He was glad that she was apparently handling the stress of medicine in a combat situation.

In the controlled chaos of attending to the incoming wounded, one of the crewmembers was screaming on a bio-bed, "MAMA! MAMA!" She was the first that Jade stopped to attend. She looked down at the young crewmember that looked like she was just out of training, 18 or 19 years old and both of her legs were gone from the knees down. A corpsman was desperately trying to cauterizing the stubs before the girl bled out and apparently didn't have the time to give her a sedative. Jade was surprised that the girl hadn't just passed out from the agony.

Jade quickly prepared a hypospray from the tray next to the head of the bed then pressed it to the side of the girl's neck, bringing much needed relief to the girl. The girl's eyelids suddenly became heavy and she calmed.

The dark haired doctor brushed a hand over her forehead and whispered, "You're going to be alright."

"Mama?" she whispered as tried to focus on the lovely doctor.

Jade put her hand on the side of the crewman's face. "Yes, it's me. Mother is taking care of you."

The corpsman looked up and stated, "I got this. They'll need you for surgery."

He was proven right when a nurse shouted, "Doctor West!"

Deck Nine
USS Tori (NCC-1725)
Constitution-Class Mk. II Heavy Cruiser

Benson held on to the turbolift handle as he patiently waited for the lift to arrive on the damaged deck so he could get a first hand account of the damage while the Tori continued on her way without a hint of pursuit. The lift stopped and the door parted by a few inches before refusing to move any further. He slid his fingers and had to give the turbolift door a good shove to open it. A crewmember on the other side noticed and gave him a hand and together one half of the door opened, allowing him to slip through.

The crewmember gave a quick salute and continued on his task of repairing the turbolift doors.

The captain walked passed him and down the corridor while other engineers doubled checked control relays of the bulkheads on either side of the corridor. He shouted out as he recognized his chief engineer, "Gibby?! How bad are we hurt?"

The taller red-shirted engineer turned and shouted with a motion past the blast door, "The hull was breached on Deck Nine and Ten, but there's no structural damage and my boys and girls are double checking to make sure there isn't any control interface damage. As soon as we can drop out of warp, I can get my guys in there to patch her up in no time. She won't be pretty without a dry dock, but she'll be fine."

Benson nodded his head then questioned, "How's shields looking?"

Gibby happily answered, "They'll be at full strength within the hour." He leaned forward and whispered, "But I hope you don't plan to take her into another fight anytime soon."

The starship commander gave him a weary smile and answered, "Not my choice Gibby. I'll leave you to your duty."

The redshirt nodded his head and Benson turned to head back down the corridor to the turbolift, but before he turned, he noticed a gruesome splattering of blood on the blast door and the deck where they met.

Sickbay
USS Tori (NCC-1725)
Constitution-Class Mk. II Heavy Cruiser

Benson stepped into sickbay slowly as the doors parted. He looked over to the filled sickbay and some of the more able bodied crewmembers brought themselves to attention. A familiar smell came to his nostrils, one that he hadn't smelled in years. It was the stench of irradiated flesh. It may have been just him he had always thought, but that smell was slightly different then just flesh burnt by fire.

"Sir," a lovely sandy blonde nurse walked up and spoke.

Benson cracked a soft smile at recognizing the nurse that Robbie had failed miserably at asking out during their last shore leave, Sandie if he remembered her name correctly. He brushed that amusing incident aside and asked, "Is Doctor West still treating someone?"

She put on a reassuring smile and softly answered in relief, "She's making one last check then we're forcing her to take a break, but she's in the intensive care unit if you wish to speak with her."

He gave a polite nod and answered, "I'll wait."

However, he didn't wait as he went down the row of medbeds and checked on several crewmembers to pass a glance at the overhead monitors and share a reassuring word or two with his injured crewmembers much to the appreciation of the crew. He passed throw Ward 1 and 2 until he finally made his way to the Intensive Care/Isolation Ward.

Benson was taken back for a moment at seeing Doctor West from the back as the ends of her long hair peaking from the surgical cap was noticeably singed. He was about to comment, but apparently she heard his presence and commented, "It looks worst then it really is. Star Fleet uniforms are fire resistant… and I wasn't wearing one of those stupid dresses."

The brown eyed captain was going to laugh at her well know dislike for the Star Fleet uniform dress female crewmembers were allowed to wear and instead when she was on duty outside of medical dress wore the female version of the male crewmembers shirts and pants. However, he didn't laugh but instead softly swallowed before he could catch himself when she turned to face him with a noticeable dermal patch over her right cheek.

She gave him a reassuring smile and softly commented, "I'll be fine in an hour."

He nodded his head then walked to stand beside her to look down at the young girl Jade was standing beside and double checking her vitals with a tricorder, apparently not trusting the overhead scanner. The sheet covering the girl was dipped down at where her lower legs were supposed to be.

Benson took the unconscious crewman's hand for a moment and looked up to see the bed monitor displaying the stable vitals of one Courtney Van Cleef.

Jade softly explained, "She was on Deck Nine when the hull breached. She went back to get a trapped crewmember and dragged him out of the decompressed area. They had to crawl their way out and she was able to shove him to safety, but she was a moment too slow. The emergency bulkhead dropped and... well you can see what happened. The crewman that she saved carried her the four decks up over his shoulder when the turbolifts when out on the deck."

He took a sharp breath as he pieced together seeing the blood on the blast door and girl lying before her. He glanced over and saw the girl's red dress uniform and his mind went to the old fleet superstition that wearing a red shirt on a starship during an exploration mission was akin to signing one's own death warrant. He never gave it much thought since he had worked himself up through the science department and wore blue for most of his career, but that changed after his first command. Since that two year mission, he had seriously thought about ordering the engineering and the SFs to switch to gold shirts and dresses regardless of protocol.

He finally asked, "How is she?"

Doctor West answered, "Stable and resting comfortably. She'll be sent planet side as soon as you can have her transferred off where they'll clone her some lower legs and eventually she'll physically be fine, probably traumatized for life, but physically she'll be fine. Very brave girl."

He nodded his head as she turned away and walked over to a bench opposite of the bed's feet to have a seat. Doctor West ran a hand over her forehead and above her head to pull of her blue surgical cap off her head.

She let out a tired breath then looked off to the floor, but didn't really look at it.

Benson gave her a sympathetic expression then took a seat next to the pale, but quite lovely doctor and asked, "Are you okay?"

She leaned back against the bulkhead, but refused to meet his eyes as she answered in a tired voice, "We have thirteen injured, two that were blown out into space and I lost two less than an hour ago from the radiation sickness."

He softly patted her hand resting on her thigh then gently grasped it.

The blue eye doctor took a sharp breath and looked up at the ceiling as the first tear started to roll down the valley between her nose and cheek. She softly whispered, "I thought we had dodged Armageddon with the Klingons."

Benson gently took her hand to give her a supportive squeeze and answered, "Yeah, with the Klingons, but it looks like someone else still wanted one and the false gods aren't going to step in again to save us from it."

Jade took a deep breath, squeezed his hand in return and the pair just sat there quietly with only the overhead bed monitor softly beeping.

The battered survivors of members of the 2nd Fleet continued on their way to a safe harbor and were cutting through the Vereb start system at low warp in route to the Battlestation just outside the system. The station was based in that position as a port for patrolling Star Fleet and Federation Police vessels in maintaining the quarantine of the system from the native inhabitants from leaving.

Main Bridge
USS Tori (NCC-1725)
Constitution-Class Mk. II Heavy Cruiser

After sitting with the doctor for about half an hour, Captain Benson returned to the bridge and stepped onto it as soon as the turbolift doors parted.

A crewmember shouted, "Captain on the Bridge!" as he walked to his command seat.

Shapiro called out after the announcement, "Captain?"

"Yes Commander? Are any Wasp vessels offering challenge?"

Star Fleet orders were to destroy their vessels on sight if caught outside their star system, but there were no clear orders of encountering them while inside their own system. Communications were out of the question as they refused to ever communicate with the Federation and always ended with the exchange of weapons fire. After the last several days of running battles with unknown aliens, he had little patients from the natives challenging them from passing through the system.

"I can't pick up any Wasp vessels."

Benson slightly turned in his seat and asked in mild shock, "What?"

"I'm reading absolutely no traffic on my screens."

Cat called out from her station, "Other ships in the taskforce are signaling the same."

He waved his thanks.

"Wait… we're passing close enough to their planet, but… something's wrong."

"Put it on the main viewer so we can all see."

The blue shirt officer followed his captain's orders and passing star field was replaced with an orbital picture of Vereb IV, a lush planet, but no more. The sphere was a smoldering rock with visible lava flows and massive volcanic activity, throwing up material at such a velocity that it was almost making orbit.

Commander Shapiro muttered in horror, "The life science bio-scanners are reading no life on the planet."

The other members of the bridge crew looked on in horror, but Powers uttered in disgust, "Good riddance."

Benson wanted to admonish him for such a breach of etiquette, but couldn't disagree with his helm officer's assessment of the situation. The Wasp people of Vereb IV were quarantined in their own system due to the fact that they eat other sentient people and use them as livestock for their larvae. They were one of the most terrifying creatures in the known galaxy and now all twelve billion sentient beings were dead.

The Imperials may have done the galaxy a favor ridding them of such a people, but then again they were still a sentient people.

Benson stated the obvious in a solemn tone, "We can't do anything for them now… maintain course to Battlestation Vereb."

Powers answered, "Aye sir."

A few minutes ticked by as the taskforce was nearing the edge of the system, but the expected relief was shattered when Shapiro spoke up, "Captain, sensors aren't picking up the station."

Benson's brow knotted and quickly got out of the command chair to walk over to the science station. He looked over his science officer's left shoulder to one of the display monitors to see that the screen was clear of any objects in the taskforce's immediate path.

Shapiro looked into the sensor hood and reported, "Battlestation Vereb isn't there, but… sensors are reading debris."

The mood on the bridge instantly became solemn, but they continued on their tasks.

Cat quietly spoke up, "Captain?"

He looked to the lovely girl and answered, "Yes Valentine?"

"The captain of the Byrd is asking for instructions."

"Reply that we're proceeding to Base-Station Two-Nine-Zero-Five."

She nodded her head and turned to her task with her tail lazily whisking about.

Benson remained silent as he retook his command chair with the thought that he may have left several thousand colonist behind to be slaughtered… and possibly an unknown number of Wasps that had escaped to plague the galaxy. He took a breath and whispered out in a curt tone, "Cohen, back to Warp Eight as soon as we clear the system's Kuiper belt."

"Aye sir."

Author's Note: You're probably wondering where in the world I got USS Tori from as a starship name other than the obvious. I didn't make it up for the story, but it is actually from the great Franz Joseph's 'Star Trek: Star Fleet Technical Manual' and his lists of Constitution-Class ships and couldn't resist using the name. Don't let the Bonhomme Richard-subclass thing throw you off, the Tori is identical to the Enterprise from TOS since the ship went through several updates to get to that point in the show from a launch date of 2245 to 2267 (not the TMP refit). Yes, I'm being too detailed. Also Cat is a J.J. Abram's Star Trek: Into Darkness interpretation of a Caitian, not the Animated Series Interpretation and no fur. Don't be shy with reviews, thanks.