Author's Notes: Ok, so last time I updated, my story really sucked. Thanks to all who reviewed my original version of this. I've finally decided to update this, with (hopefully) better content; I'm going to update the descriptions, fix any errors I see, and just basically overhaul the whole thing. I hope it ends up better. Also, the storyline is basically going to be, what would happen if in the future, the "peace" with the Romulan Star Empire fell apart after "Nemesis". The Federation outposts along the Neutral Zone have been replaced with anew branchof Starfleet, called the NZTF (Neutral Zone Task Force). It is split up into 5 groups, each patroling a part of the NZ border. The Enterprise-F, Alexior, and Silverlight are part of NZTF Group 4. The story begins in a period of heightend tension between the Romulans and the Federation. Two years prior, a renegade Romulan commander who despised the Federation attacked colonies in Federation territory. The Romulans tried to deny any involvement with it, but information was soon uncovered that incriminated the Romulan Senate with ordering the Commander to attack, and also had plans to start all out war. Because of this, the above said starship groups were formed, and the stations along the NZ were abandoned.(I'm sorry if that whole backstory sounds dumb, I made it up in a whole 2 minutes.) Thus, begins our story...

(AN: Also, I am just completely making up the stardates, so ignore them...)

Space... the final frontier... these are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. It's ongoing mission, to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life, and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before!
(cue theme)

STAR TREK:
THE NEW GENERATION

Chapter 1

"Captains Log: Stardate 55456.2 - This is the first log of Captain Michael James, commanding officer of the starship Enterprise,registry numberNCC-1701-F. Our ship is replacing the USS Kadena. We are now officially a part of NZTF Group 4. My crew and I had our first weapons training at Starfleet's Starbase 215 near the Neutral Zone two weeks ago; using them seems inevitable. Our mission is to patrol the Federation/Romulan neutral zone. We are joined by 2 other Starfleet ships, the Silverlight, and the Alexior, the ship which I was formerly first officer on. We are hoping not to run into many confrontations during our tour of duty.

End Captains Log."

Captain Michael James sighed. He stood up from his desk in his ready room, and walked onto the bridge. There was an explosion of sound: the crew was bustling about, doing their work. It was almost shift change, so there were a few extra people on the bridge. The captain was greeted by his first officer. He sat down in his command chair, and was startled by a sharp pain in his back.

"I still can't get used to this chair... I'm so used to the Alexior's." he complained.'I should have taken up the offer to switch the chairs out... Matthew better be enjoying it.'

The NCC-1701-F Enterprise was on patrol of the neutral zone border.

"Sir, Captain Scott on theSilverlight is hailing us." the comm officer announced.

'About time...' thought Captain James. "On screen." Scott's face appeared on the main viewscreen.

"Mike, Scott here." saidCaptain Scott, with the unmistakable Irish accent. "We have almost finished our run of the border. How is your run going?" asked Captain George Scott, of thestarship Silverlight. The Sovereign II-class starship was the sister ship of Enterprise-F.

"We're also nearly done. Have you heard from Matt lately? I'm beginning to get a little nervous. I haven't heard from him in a few hours." Captain Michael James wasn't just a little nervous, he was very concerned about his younger brother, Captain Matthew James of the starship Alexior. He had already lost a brother during the beginning of the confrontation. Along with the Silverlight and Enterprise, the Alexior was also on patrol of the N.Z.

"Sorry Mike, I haven't heard from him in a quite while. I hope nothing bad has happened. Let's give them a little while longer to rendezvous here. I'm sure they're just a little behind." Scott said.

James was a little reassured. 'I'm sure he's fine... I hope...'

Unfortunetly, the reassurance didn't last long. The communications alarm had just gone off.

"Sir," said the Enterprise's communications officer, "We're recieving a distress call from thefar point of our patrol zone!" He paused for a second. "It's pretty garbled... I'm not getting much from it... stand by...almost... there! There's not much there. Audio only... I'll put it up."

"...Repeat! This is... lexior... attack... Romul... need immediate assist... warp core breach immanent... ALL HANDS, ABANDON SH..." Then, there was an explosion and nothing but static... Matt...

"Lieutenant Kelly! Set course for the Alexior's last known position, maximum warp! Captain Scott, we'll be needing you!"

"Captain, course laid in!" Lt. Kelly announced.

"Engage!" James ordered!

The ship started to move, but, just before they could make the jump to warp speed, 3 Romulan D'deridex-class ships de-cloaked around them...