Space. The final frontier. These are the voyages of the U.S.S.- "Nope!"

There's a flash of light and Q appears, dressed in a captains Odyssey uniform, on aboard Dr. Zevils TARDIS and in front of the good doctor himself, who was speaking into a recording mic. "No no no no no no no! Get out of this universe this instant, you psychotic skeletal mouth piece! Bad enough I must deal with that juvenile story game and the other 'writers' on this primitive virtual meeting place, but I will not have the grand poohbah of hacks come into my playground and muck up my toys!" At this Dr. Zevils left eye socket comes alight with an orb of red energy.

"Hack!? Listen you glorified little gremlin, I will go where ever and whenever I damn well please! I have stories to get done and I have business that requires me to get exotic items from all over the omniverse!" the red orb was replaced with a swirl of various other colors as he seemed to gain an air of smugness. "Besides I have several signed documents from several Continuums that say I can be here if I want to be." Zevil pulled out a PADD from his jacket pocket and showed it to Q. "Including the signature of the H.Q.I.C.."

"The Head Q in Charge!?" said Q in disbelief as he snatched the PADD out of the doctor's hand, inspecting it to see if it was a fake. Seeing that it was legitimate, Q scowled at the mad salesmen. "Fine, I can't kick you out," said Q as he carelessly threw the PADD over his shoulder, "but I insist that you allow me to go over this story of yours." Dr. Zevil shrugged and pulled out another PADD and handed it to Q, who snapped his fingers, making a pair of reading glass' appear on his nose. Q hadn't gotten but a few lines in when he scowled at the doctor. "Really? This is the surname you gave him?"

Dr. Zevil 'scowled' right back."What? It's the name I use for all my games and accounts!" Q rolled his eyes but kept reading. After a while, Q took off the glasses and handed the PADD back to Zevil. "It's not bad, it's not on par with MaliceUnchained or Kretolus' works, but it's readable." Q let out a put-upon sigh. "I suppose I can allow you to continue this story, but only on one condition."

It was Dr. Zevils turn to let out a put-upon sigh then impute something into the PADD. "There. You are now in the story. Can I get back to work now?"

Q gave a triumphant smirk. "Of course, my dear doctor! Just one more thing, the title is just all wrong. Naming the story after the ship? That's so passé, it's just been done to death. How about something like:

Star Trek Endeavor

Captains log, Star date: 86375.88

It has been one week since dealing with the temporally displaced Dominion fleet and the retaking of Deep Space Nine. In recognition for my role in the victory, Starfleet command has promoted me to the rank of Fleet Admiral. As much as I am happy with my promotion, I wish it hadn't come at the cost of my Ship. The Le Fey was a good ship and served me well, but after escaping Kar'ukan and his forces at facility 4028, we were forced to abandon ship when the damage proved too severe and sought aid from the recently freed female Founder, her Vorta attendant Weyun, and their crew. Fortunately, with my new rank, comes a new ship and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited about it, especially since I had input in its armament and its features. Given our latest assignment, I have a feeling we will need only the best that the Starfleet corp. of Engineers can offer.

Fleet Admiral Xavius Vexius Zevil stood in front of a window, black bone claw tipped hands clasped behind his back, in his temporary quarters abroad DS9, looking out at the stars and the ships that were coming to or leaving the station. He was a tall man, six-foot and one-inch to be precise, with purple scale-like skin. His forehead had details that resembled a Jem'Hadar, his ears were pointed like a Vulcans, while his nose was like an Idanian and he had black markings around his eyes like a Kinzirc. His eyes had black sclera and his iris, which were a bright yellow, and pupil were slits. His hair was black and combed back and he had a stylized beard with the mustache curling up. He was dressed in the black, red, and gold of a Starfleet admiral with a fleet admirals bars on his collar. The chime for his quarters sounded. "Enter." Said Zevil, his voice was deep and cultured, reminiscent of Earths England, as he turned to the door.

The door opened and in walked a female Betazoid Starfleet officer. Her makeup was a dark shade of purple, her hair was black, and she wore it long with the right side pulled behind her left ear. Her uniform was that of a Commanding officer, but with the blue stripe of a science officer and the pips on her collar showed she was a commander. "Fleet Admiral." Said the woman as she walked up to him, her voice smooth and relaxed.

"Commander Utprut. How is the crew fairing with our unconventional shore leave?" Commander Tyufia Utprut tilted her head left and right with a slight grimace on her face.

"I've been getting mixed results from both talking to them and sensing their emotions. Most are doing fine, while others are finding it difficult to accept the loss of the ship and some of their fellow crewmembers." She paused a moment "Feelings our captain is sharing?"

Zevil gave her a sad smile. "It was hard to give the order to abandon the Le Fey."

Tyufia gave him a sympathizing look. "I know it was Xavius. It was had to follow that order for all of us." Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she gave him a teasing smirk. "It would have been worse if our captain had gone down with the ship in his attempt to retrieve that." She tilted her head at the model on the small table to the left of the room. It was a model of an Intrepid class star ship and it was attached to a large trapezoidal base with a plaque that read 'U.S.S. Voyager'.

Zevil chuckled. "Had to save it. That model has been with me since I assembled it at the academy." Tyufia shook her head at the memory of her captain running to his ready room instead of the turbolift shouting that he had to get something, only to come out with that model saying 'Okay, now we can go.'

"Yes, and I'm sure your hero worship for Admiral Janeway and her crew have nothing to do with it." Zevil gave her a playful glare. Tyufia laughed at her friend and captain, before she examined the other stray thoughts coming from him. "Your also worried about something else? Our new mission?"

Zevil frowned and turned back to looking out the window. "Mabey I should have listened to my father and joined the clerics of my home world. At least then I would be better at keeping my thoughts from spilling out… and I could juggle five two-ton boulders with my mind and not break a sweat." Tyufia rolled her eyes at him and joined him in looking out the window.

"Yes, but then you would never have met the greatest best friend and first officer you've ever had at the academy, that of course was me, or become one of the youngest admirals in the history of Starfleet."

Zevil rolled his eyes, "That honor belongs to Admiral Kassai, not to me." He gave his first officer a side look, "and I doubt she would put up with your sass like I do. Word around Starfleet is that she has the habit of threatening her subordinates with a trip out an air lock."

"Like you haven't thought of sending me out an airlock before." Said the Betazoid with a laugh. Her face gained a serious look, "No more changing the subject Xavius, what's on your mind?"

After a long moment Zevil sighed, turned, and walked to the table where the model was. Next to the model was a single PADD, Zevil picked it up and handed it to the commander. "Task force omega has asked for our assistance in dealing with the Borg advance in the Gamma Orionis Sector."

Tyufia read through the padd but stopped and looked up at him. "It says Captain Nicholas Martin asked for us by name? We don't even have a ship yet!"

Zevil was about to say something when his combadge chirped. "Commander Sarish to Fleet Admiral Zevil."

Zevil tapped his badge. "Zevil here, what can I do for you commander?"

"We just got word, your new ship will be arriving in one hour."

Zevil smiled at Tyufia, who was also smiling at the news. "Very good commander. Please inform my senior staff to meet me and Commander Utprut in opts for a first look at our new ship."

"Acknowledged Fleet Admiral." Replied Commander Sarish.

Tyufia's black eyes sparkled with excitement. "Let's go see our ship!"

Zevil smiled at her. "You go on ahead. I'll be right behind you."

Tyufia smirked at the Admiral. "Need to brood about the Borg a little while longer." Zevil glared at her but had a smile on his face so she knew no harm was done. Tyufia chuckled as she turned to leave, saying over her shoulder "If you're not in opts in five minutes, I'm going to come and drag you away from your self-reflection."

Zevil smiled as she left, but once the door was closed, his smile was wiped away. "Computer lock the door and deactivate all sensors in this room. Zevil-omega-five-seven-one-one-two." The computer acquiesced and Zevil then looked at the model and concentrated.

Zevil might not be able to juggle two-ton boulders, but he had better than average telekinetic abilities than the average Valixian (his species) and used them on and off the field of battle. He reached out his mind toward the base of the model and the secret mechanism inside. Besides his admiration for Admiral Janeway, there was another reason he had to save this model.

There was a click and the monotone voice of a Starfleet computer spoke "Restricted access. Dual authorization required."

"Zevil-delta-seven-one-nine-nine-six-two."

There was a positive tone, then the computer responded. "First authorization accepted. Secondary authorization phrase required."

Zevil took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out of his mouth. "The Temporal Prime Directive: discuss your experiences with no one."

There was another positive tone and the computer responded again. "Secondary authorization accepted."

A click was heard, then the top half of the saucer section of the model of Voyager opened with a spring-loaded hinge, and revealed that it was not only hollow, but also that it had a circular palm sized device. Zevil took the device out and activated it. A holographic screen appeared showing a Valixian. A very familiar looking Valixian.

"Hello Delta recruit… or should I say my past-self." Said Fleet Admiral Xavius Vexius Zevil… to Fleet Admiral Xavius Vexius Zevil. Both Zevil's scowled and said with utter contempt and in unison. "I hate time travel."

"I am going to strangle that beady eyed Ferengi P'takh!" growled a large, Six three, Klingon in a Starfleet tactical uniform.

The grey furred male Caitian, who was also in a tactical uniform, next to him in the turbolift sighed, not wanting to ask but in the spirit of not seeing Quark or Hadron killed, he asked, "Which Ferengi and what did they do to you K'Thoke?"

Lt. K'Thoke, son of V'Tak, was one of the few Klingon Starfleet officers to fight against the Empire when the War began.

K'Thoke sneered at the memory of the greedy bartender. "It was the one that doesn't own the bar. I told him I wanted a warrior's drink, and that miserable little taHqeq gave me a foul human concoction called prune juice! Then he insulted my intelligence and the honor of one of the Klingon Empires greatest warriors by saying that it was Ambassador Worf's favorite drink when he was stationed here!"

Lt. M'Mutt, the grey Caitian, shook his head at his shipmate's reaction. He was the helmsmen of the Le Fey and was one of the best pilots to come out of the Academy yet. "I'm pretty sure he's telling the truth." said the third occupant in the turbolift, causing them to turn and look at the Betazoid woman. She had honey colored hair and was wearing an all-black version of their uniform and Intel Glasses. Though they couldn't see her eyes, they knew she was a Betazoid because they knew her.

"How would you know that L.C. Zibes?" Asked K'Thoke, his anger shifting to curiosity.

She simply smirked at them, causing M'Mutts face to shift from curious to disbelief. "You're kidding me. Starfleet Intelligence knows what drinks our enemy's and ally's like to drink?

As the lift came to a stop, Lieutenant Commander Asouzi Zibes replied "Kia Kira can never start her morning without her morning Raktajino."

Asouzi was brought on to Zevils senior staff when he was promoted to Vice Admiral. Being a Betazoid, her skills in intelligence gathering and security were some of the best and the newly minted Vice Admiral wanted the best to staff his ship. As they walked into ops, they saw two other members of the senior staff had beat them there. Dr. Citte Vaalm, an average sized Bajoran male with black hair and wearing medical whites, and Lt. Yizura Vel, a blonde trill female science officer, were deep in a discussion about how ketracel white effects none Jem'Hadar but stopped when they saw their crewmates.

"Lieutenants, Lieutenant Commander." Greeted Citte with a smile at the three new comers, "How's your shore leave been?"

K'Thoke was deep in thought but M'Mutt gave Asouzi a side glance. "Oddly enlightening. Apparently, your religious leader needs Klingon coffee to live." Citte gave him an odd look as Yizura and Asouzi chuckled.

"Don't we all?" Yizura said between chuckles.

Before Citte can inquire more about this, the turbolift opened again, this time depositing their first officer. "What's the joke?" she said after seeing two of her subordinates chuckling.

K'Thoke rolled his eyes at his crewmates mirth as he answered her. "Starfleet Intelligence knows the eating and drinking habits of most of the galaxy." Tyufia gave Intel officer a look that said 'Seriously?'.

The LC shrugged, "You never know when it'll come in handy." She said with an impish grin causing Yizura to chuckle harder, but she quickly composed herself and turned to Tyufia. "So, what's the word from the Admiral? Any clues about the ship we are about to see?"

Tyufia shrugged her shoulders, "Sorry Lieutenant, I was giving him a report and was going to ask but Sarish called about said ship. I know that when he went to the Earth Space Dock, he took Rupert and Six with him since they're our heads of Engineering and Operations. Where are our, what's the human term? Oil apes?"

"That would be grease monkey, lass." Said a thick Scottish brogue. They looked up to the see an older human man with greying red hair and a female Borg with black pixy cut hair, both were wearing Starfleet Engineering uniform. The woman's facial and hand implants were like another liberated Borg, Seven of Nine, but she had a small scope in place her left eye with, both the implant and the scope, bright green lights coming off them.

"And about the new ship, I canna tell ya. The Admiral has sworn the both of us to secrecy, he didn't want us ruining the surprise." Said Rupert, a Photonic officer and Chief engineer under Admiral Zevil. He was originally one of the EMH mark ones that was repurposed as mine scrubbers, but reprogramed his holomatrix to better suit an engineer, even going so far as to base parts of a new personality on the famous Captain Scott.

Six of Nine, subjunct of unimatrix zero five, is a Borg that was liberated from the Collective by Admiral Zevil when he was still a captain. The cube she was on was destroyed by the U.S.S. Cardinal, Zevils first ship. He found her when he and his away team went to see if there were any unassimilated survivors. He found only Six, who was seriously hurt and whose cortical implants were damaged, cutting her off from the collective. Zevil quickly brought her back to his ship, Dr. Citte returned her to health, and removed most of her implants. When she woke up, she said she was a Starfleet officer who was assimilated years ago. With her old crew and ship gone, Six requested to join Zevils crew and he accepted.

"Oh, come on Rupert!" said Yizura, "You guys have to tell us something! Is it a Pathfinder class? I hear they have an amazing science lab!"

"Hold on Yizura," Said M'Mutt, "Our Captain started off as a tactical officer. We might be getting something that can really pack a punch or that can really fly. Like a Hestia Class Advanced Escort with a Multi-Attack Vector function, that would be quite the ship to pilot."

"Your attempts to discern the class of our new ship are not only incorrect," Said Six, speaking for the first time, "they are irrelevant. Our ship will be arriving shortly. I believe this can be seen as a lesson in patience." With that last statement, Six gave a small smug smile.

"Indeed, it is!" Said Zevil as he entered ops. "How was everyone's impromptu shore leave?"

K'Thoke stood to attention, "I have discovered a drink that tests a warrior's stamina, it is called prune juice. I think you should try it, sir."

For just a fraction of a second, Zevil had a look of knowing horror, but quickly schooled his features and smiled at K'Thoke. "Sounds interesting, Lieutenant, but I'm not sure that my biology can process it. My species has a hard time digesting some earth fruits."

Citte had a thoughtful look on his face. "Actually Admiral, I'm fairly sure that your people ca-" At a look from Zevil that practically shouted shut up, Citte abruptly did just that.

"Now," Zevil looked to his senior staff as a somber expression came onto his face as he looked to his senior staff. "We have all been through quite a lot together. Klingon warmongers, crazed genetic augmentation scientists, Tal Shiar extremists, Orion slavers, and, more recently, temporally displaced Dominion forces. In all those missions we have never lost a ship. We came close several times, but we never lost a ship.

"The U.S.S. Le Fey was a Galaxy Class Cruiser and was a fine ship that was also our home. I did not want to give the order to leave her, but I knew if I didn't, we would have lost every single one of the six thousand souls on her." When Zevil was trying to decide what to do at that moment in time, he remembered the words of Ambassador Spock: 'The needs of the many, out weigh the needs of the few'.

That had been the deciding factor for him and he gave the order. "We still lost people, but we not only survived, we were able to reclaim this station and perhaps create new diplomatic avenues with the Dominion after returning one of their Founders."

"Admiral," Said Sarish from her console, "It's two minutes out." Zevil nodded and turned back to his crew. "And now it's time for a new chapter in our journey together. We've been given a dangerous mission, we'll be up against one of the Federations greatest enemies, and we will need a ship that can take them on."

He nodded to Sarish and she activated the view screen. On the screen was an enormous Federation starship with an angular saucer section that was attached to the star drive section by two pylons.

"Is that an Odyssey class?" asked Yizura in confusion.

"No that's an Endeavor class." Said M'Mutt in disbelief. "It's supposed to be one of the best tactical ships in the fleet."

"Its even better than that laddie!" Rupert said excitedly, "The Admiral sprung for all the bells and whistle for this fine lady! Reinforced absorptive shielding, Slipstream drive, transwarp capability, rapid repair worker bee system, super charged weapon systems, Chevron separation, a flagship tactical computer, and it comes with an Aquarius Class Escort!" Rupert sighed dreamily, "She is a beauty."

"Indeed." Said Zevil with a proud smile for his new ship. His future was complicated, his past even more so, but his present was looking very good. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I proudly present: The Federation Starship Hades, our new home." He looked back to his crew with the same amount of pride. "So, shall we take her for a spin?"

AN: Don't worry, Q has gone back to the continuum for now, it's just little ol' me. I know most of my followers were expecting another chapter of Spider-Overlord, which you will be getting soon, but I have had several ideas knocking around in my cavernous cranium and need to get them out before they dislodged some deeply Buried childhood trauma. I've always been fascinated by the story of Star Trek ever since watching the next generation, but after watching Voyager and playing Star Trek Online, did this story truly take shape in my mind. That being said, I am not all knowing when it comes to Star Trek facts and I will do my best to get them right, but there is only so much that Wikipedia can get me, so please be patient and if you see a mistake, please let me know nicely. I would also like to promote the stories of MaliceUnchained, who gave me permission to name drop his Admiral Kassai, and Kretolus, they have amazing stories and they were the inspiration for this story. There will be more stories to come, but until next time, I bid you adieu.

AN2: Took MaliceUnchained's advice to heart and made some changes in the structure and made some small revisions while I was at it.