Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek and am making no money off this. T'Son and Qwi own themselves and anything that belongs to them. I own myself, this story, and anything that belongs to me, like chocolate. ILuvHawkeye owns Destination: Unknown and MASH 4077 Meets the Trio.

At last, the long awaited sequel to Attack of the Trekkie Trio. If you have not read that, do not read this. The trio you know from Attack of the Trekkie Trio, Destination: Unknown, and MASH 4077 Meets the Trio is back, twenty-six years old and ruling the universe! Well, the Alpha and Beta Quadrants anyway. R&R please!

Over a decade had passed since the infamous, er... famous, Trekkie Trio was whisked into the future by a rather fortunate phone call. Much had changed in the many years, including happy things, like graduations from Starfleet Academy, and sad things, like the breaking of the Trio.

After the Mirror, Mirror fiasco, things got back to normal, or as normal as they could be on the starship Enterprise with the Trekkie Trio onboard. Qwi had learned enough about the Trek universe to actually be somewhat a challenge to Toreth in Star Trek Trivia, though neither of them could ever best T'Son. They still did things together and had fun. However, their friendships suffered.

T'Son and Toreth ended up going out for a short time when they were both fifteen, but the truth was that they were not really interested in each other anymore. T'Son and Qwi remained at odds. Toreth herself seemed to be more and more distant from everyone, spending long periods of time locked up in her quarters with only the computer for company. They each had their own quarters by this point. Then finally, when they were sixteen, the Trio shattered.

Toreth disappeared. After a few hours, her friends noticed. They discovered she was not on board, and that all her possessions were gone. A shuttle was missing too. They assumed she had just gone for a ride, for fun, but she never came back. At last, Starfleet marked her as dead. They said she never could have survived in a shuttle alone, so far from known civilization. Only T'Son, Qwi, Kirk, Spock, and McCoy believed she was still alive out there... somewhere.

Without Toreth, T'Son and Qwi really had no reason to associate. They had only hung out together in the first place because they carpooled to school in first and second grade (for Qwi). After that, it was because T'Son was one of the three or so people she recognized after coming to a new school. After that, they started fighting, and it was only because they both we were best friends with Toreth, that they hung out.

T'Son, as expected, went to Starfleet Academy and passed in three years because of his Trek knowledge. Almost immediately, he was given the rank of lieutenant. T'Son quickly became a favorite of the admirals and other Powers That Be, and by the time he was twenty-six, he was a commodore and in command of the prototype Excelsior-like ship he had dubbed the USS Royale. Since Toreth was not around to call him egocentric and the ship was of his own design, he dubbed it the new Nathan-class. Of course, he had forgotten that Qwi could still send him a subspace message berating him about it.

Qwi herself went farther than anyone, particularly T'Son, thought she would. To everyone's surprise, she entered Starfleet Academy, and passed the normal four years there with above average marks. Upon graduation, she was given much the same treatment as T'Son, though still not as much. Trust T'Son to always take the spotlight. However, by the time she was twenty-six, she held the rank of captain and was in command of the Asia-class starship she had modified a bit, the USS Hawkeye. She had named it after her favorite character in the ancient show MASH.

And what became of Toreth? As her friends had suspected, she had not died. Instead, she was simply a runaway, going to join her people. Toreth arrived at Romulus quietly and worked her way up quickly by pulling all the strings she could pull. When she was twenty-six, she held the rank of Commander in the Romulan Imperial Fleet and was chairman of the Tal Shiar. Not only that, but using her influence, she had managed to do one of the things she had been threatening to do since arriving there and started a war that involved all the major powers of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants.

The United Federation of Planets, the Romulan Star Empire, the Klingon Empire, the Cardassian Union, the Ferengi Alliance, and several others were making starships, patrolling borders and getting in "skirmishes"... all because Toreth had subtly manipulated things from her warbird, an Imperatrice-class she had invented that was extremely similar to the TNG era warbird. It was called the RIW Kaleh.

Believe it or not, Toreth had not really meant to start a dual-quadrant-wide war. She had only wanted to turn a few enemies against one another, dispatch of a few enemies herself, and in general bring the RSE glory and territory. The war itself did not turn out to be a bad thing though, because under her futuristic directives, the Romulan Star Empire was far more advanced than its neighbors. Even Qwi and T'Son had not dared mess the timeline up as badly as she had.

At the present date, Toreth was who-knew-where, again, and T'Son and Qwi were at the edge of the Neutral Zone. T'Son had just been given command of all starships along the Neutral Zone, and the Hawkeye was one of the ships in his fleet. He did not know it yet though, as he had barely glanced at the list of ships under his command. Qwi did not know it yet either.

Despite the fact that their Trio was broken, it was not like the three were friendless. T'Son was extremely good friends with the EMH he had designed, Gail Baeliss, who was based on Toreth's mother, and his chief of security, a human named Logan Runne. Also, he did not know it, but his Betazoid counselor, the only counselor on a starship in that day, Elaina Darkeir, was in love with him.

As for Qwi, she was now best friends with her chief engineer, a human named Lilac Egypt and her husband, Clayton Egypt. She had backed out of the romance scene for a little bit, having had three boyfriends in Starfleet Academy and she was tired of it.

Toreth was not exactly the type of person to open herself to people, and as a result, she had only one friend. He was he second-in-command on the Kaleh and a high-ranking officer in the Tal Shiar. However, he was all she needed, for they were the best of friends possible and closer than a couple. His name was Vokar.

By the old Earth calendar, it was the holiday of Christmas. On the starships, so far from seasonal changes and celebratory events all the time, not many remembered. T'Son, however, had grown up celebrating Christmas. He remembered. He had exchanged gifts with Gail and Logan, and replicated a miniature pine tree to sit on the table in his quarters, but that was it. He had to spend all of Christmas in a meeting with the captains of the ship now under his command. They were bound to have silly ideas and it promised to be extremely boring.

The first round of captains beamed in using his special 9-person transporter pad. He greeted them all, as did the first officer of the Royale, not really seeing any of them. Security officers would lead them to a conference room and he would be talking with them again soon enough. However, in the second round, one human female beamed in on a back pad. He did not see her at first, because others were on the front pads, but when he did, he stopped short in the middle of shaking a Trill's hand.

'It cannot be! What an awful Christmas present!' he thought to himself. For standing on that back pad was none other than Qwi.

Qwi was not having a good day. It was Christmas, and she had no one to celebrate with. Clay and Lilac were Jewish. They had given her a present, knowing about the Christian tradition, but it was not the same. And not enough crewmembers had been interested in her idea of replicating a bunch of snow and having a ship-wide snowball fight in one of the shuttle bays.

On top of all that, she had to spend the entire day in a conference with a bunch of other captains and the commodore leading their fleet. Probably some corrupt power-mad imbecile who had no idea how to defeat the Romulans anyway. Qwi herself probably knew more about them, having been best friends with one for several years. Some days, she did not know why she had bothered to join Starfleet.

Qwi grumbled a little bit as she stepped onto the transporter pad, but she had no idea how much worse her day was going to get. She beamed over to the commodore's starship, whatever it was called. A bunch of other captains were in her way, but she was used to waiting out of the spotlight. Stupid lucky T'Son and Toreth. And speak of the devil...

"T'Son?"

"Qwi? What are you doing here? This is my ship!"

"No worries; I am no happier to be here than you," Qwi said dryly. "Unfortunately, I just had to get a stupid assignment that put me under your command! Why did I ever join Starfleet?"

"You're under my command?" T'Son asked, suddenly looking considerably happier.

"Oh no. Oh, no! I-"

"Excuse me, Commodore?" one of the other captains asked. T'Son looked awkwardly at him.

"Er... Number One, could you deal with these good people for a moment? I have a slight... problem," he asked awkwardly. The commander nodded and T'Son shoved Qwi into a room that was empty.

"Well, all we need is Toreth and we can have a big, happy reunion," Qwi muttered.

"Happy? Whatever. Listen: I am not going to order you to commit suicide or anything beyond the Romulan border. All I ask is that you keep your ship at the far end of the border, with you on it."

"That sounds wonderful. Now I only have to interact with you over subspace for progress reports. Too bad you can't kill someone over subspace..." Qwi sighed, lovely thoughts of death dancing like butterflies through her head.

Of course, T'Son's song was a liar. The best was not yet to come, for either of them. When they finally got to the conference room, taking seats at opposite ends of the table, one of the other captains leaned over and asked in a whisper, "Lover's spat?"

"I am not in love with T'Son! Even in the twenty-third century, is that all two people go into a deserted room for? I hate T'Son!" Qwi whispered angrily back. This was indeed proven to the poor, bewildered captains, as the entire meeting was basically T'Son and Qwi arguing about the best course of action. T'Son had proposed that he take the flagship (his ship) into Romulan territory while the others continued to patrol the border like normal.

"Are you out of your mind?" Qwi asked, though she already knew the answer. "If you want to get yourself killed, I would be only too happy. But if you are going to bring the Federation down with you, then no. The Romulans do not need an excuse to launch a full-blown attack, possibly on Earth itself! What would you do if you did get captured, expect them to grant a request to talk to... you-know-who... and she could bail you out? I highly doubt she would even remember you."

"Qwi, surprisingly logical as your argument is, this ship has a few advantages that you do not know about, simply because you were the least member of the Trekkie Trio." Qwi clenched her fists and narrowed her eyes at the slight. "And I do not need... some person... to help me because I am not going to get captured. We need information, badly. My ship has superior sensors that will be able to detect a cloaked ship." Being the highest ranking person, T'Son, of course, won. He saw the other captains off and breathed an enormous sigh of relief when Qwi was gone. Then he made his way back to the bridge to prepare for his mission.