Captain's Log: Stardate 57771.9...

The experimental Shuttlecraft containing Lieutenant Commander Amanda Connor has seemingly vanished from our sensors, all attempts to locate and hail the vessel have gone unanswered. Yet, now we are left with a deeper mystery as we have had no contact with Starfleet Command on any channel and as a result, I have ordered a course set for the nearest Starfleet Facility, Starbase K-7, in a once Contested region of space, I only hope that Commander Connor has also set her course for that location as per orders, if we where separated.

Pacing the bridge of his vessel slowly from the port to starboard turbolift at either side of the viewscreen with his hands behind his back, the Captain of the USS Nimitz, Captain Ericson Taylor, a veteran of the Dominion War and numerous conflicts before and since the war itself, momentarily stopping as he checked the readouts on the Helm and Operations stations with anxiety while the Communications Officer called out her report of no contact with either Starfleet or the missing shuttlecraft. Removing his hands from behind his back and clenching his fists slightly before releasing his grip, the tall Human Captain changed his direction once more as he walked across the bridge towards the nearest Science station, a station which had been monitoring the progress of the shuttlecraft itself.

"Anything Mister Sloan?"

"Not yet sir, I'm still having trouble making head or tails of these readings. I've never seen such readings before, there was a momentary spike in the upper wave-length before everything fell silent. For some reason, the sensors stopped recording for two minutes. I'm at a loss to explain it sir"

"Keep at it Lieutenant, if she is out there, you'll be the first to find her" The Captain said with a half smile.

"Absolutely sir, Amanda is my cousin… we're like sisters. I'll find her, you can count on that"

"I know you will Mandy, stay on it. Lieutenant Hiltz, anything?"

"Still nothing Captain, I'm monitoring all of the Standard frequencies, Starfleet and Civilian…nothing but static. Wait a minute, picking something up, very low power in the lower bands, almost none existent…"

"The Shuttle?" He said with a slight hope.

"No sir, I'm having difficulty drawing it in. This frequency is so low, it barely registers. Give me a moment to reconfigure"

Lieutenant Alan Hiltz, a career Starfleet Officer whom had served with the Captain for over fifteen years, once brought onboard his first command from the ship they once served on and the first person he had requested for his first command of an aging Constellation Class Starship, worked feverishly at the touch sensitive systems before him as he quickly reconfigured the communications systems with expert ease in an attempt to detect the signal, smiling slightly to himself, he looked back up at his friend and commanding officer as he nodded while a faint static filled voice echoed over the bridge speakers, begging for assistance.

Repeat, if anyone is out there, this is… Discovery, we've lost all power… under attack. Weapons gone… failed! Hull breaches… all decks… attack by Romulan Ship!

All eyes instantly turned on the Captain with shock at the panic in the voice identified as a Lieutenant onboard a Starship under attack by Romulan Forces. Instantly the Captain turned towards the helm officer and nodded as the young woman altered the course of the ship towards the location of the distress call and increased speed to maximum warp while the tactical officer armed the weapons and powered the protective shield grid.

"Romulans? They're our allies. What the hell is going on?"

Turning slowly towards the seat to the left of the Captain's chair, the elderly human male stood slowly as the Captain instantly smiled as he walked towards the Civilian observer shaking his head with a smile as he spoke.

"I didn't give you enough credit Mister Finch, this is very good. Loss of Contact with both Starfleet and the Shuttle, now a call from a Starship under attack by an ally? Very, very good!"

"I have no idea what you are talking about Captain, this isn't me" He protested.

"You want to test us whilst under pressure, or is just me? I know that I've had some personal issues since the war, but I've been cleared for duty. This is very, very good… Sensor contacts?"

"Nothing yet sir. I've checked the database, the Discovery was a Galaxy Class Starship, commissioned two years after Enterprise-D, Lieutenant Wallace is the Chief of Security, Dietrich Wallace… and was highly decorated by Starfleet… He was killed, during the Second Battle of the Chin'Toka System, Captain, the Discovery was destroyed with all hands" Called out the Science officer.

"Could she have survived, moved off to be repaired?"

"Captain, you're not listening. The Breen energy dampening weapons that destroyed the USS Defiant? Was then turned on the Discovery shortly afterwards and destroyed by the Dominion fleet. Records state that the vessel was listed as destroyed with all hands lost, the resulting explosion destroyed two more vessels due to debris and shockwave. That ship, can not be the Discovery…"

"Then who the hell is calling out to us?" The Captain with anger, as he clenched his fists once more.

"Unknown Captain"

"Alan! Break radio silence, inform the Discovery that we are in the area and moving to intercept"

Nodding slightly, the Captain's old friend turned back to his console as he began to inform the Discovery that help was on the way.

Onboard the NX Class Enterprise, secluded in the shuttle bay, Commander T'Pol and Commander Connor sat in the shuttlecraft from the distant future as the Vulcan Officer began to recheck over the readings from the computer of the highly advanced vessel under the watchful eye of the Commander herself.

"You claimed to be born on Vulcan, yet you are human?"

"Yes, My mother was a Doctor, my father a Pilot. I was trained by them both, their only child" Connor said slowly and cautiously.

"It must have been difficult, growing up on Vulcan?"

"Not really, I shouldn't be saying this Commander, may I call you T'Pol? Thank you" She said as the Commander nodded. "In my time, many Humans and Vulcans are born on different worlds, in fact, an ancestor of mine was Vulcan. I knew her, when I was young. She passed away when I was five years old… I have a huge amount of respect for your species T'Pol. I have many Vulcan friends, friends that I hope to see again"

"Your data appears to be, very accurate. I have never seen such readings with such clarity before"

"T'Pol, eyes on the data and not the equipment. I read about you when I was at Starfleet Academy, I completed my final thesis on you and this ship, I never imagined that I would be onboard her. It's strange, on my ship I am a passable engineer, that's why I was selected for the tests of this shuttle. But here, on your Enterprise, I could make this ship something greater… you could not imagine what I could do for this vessel. I met Commander Tucker, this morning. He wanted complete access to this shuttle and her engines"

"I believe that the Commander would find this shuttle, interesting" T'Pol replied, without taking her eyes off of the Console before her.

"You have no idea. That's it, that is where I got lost in the data" Connor said as she pointed to the screen before her.

"I can see why. This data is, incredible. If I am reading this correctly, I believe that you where correct in your assessment, your vessel has appeared in this timeline at the same time as you appeared, yet in a separate location"

"Can you track it?" Connor said, fearing the answer.

"Not with the sensors of the Enterprise. I believe that your shuttlecraft…"

"What the hell? If you're going to step into the water fully clothed, it may as well be up to the neck! Computer, tap in to the Enterprise communications systems, have Captain Archer and Commander Tucker report to the shuttle bay, immediately"

"Confirmed" Called out the Computer.

"Fascinating!"

Walking through the decks of the Enterprise towards the shuttle bay with Commander Tucker at his side, as requested by an unusual female voice over the ship's intercom, the two officer stepped into the shuttle bay as the rear hatch on the shuttlecraft slipped open while Commander Tucker stood before the sleek, small and fast ship with a large smile upon his face. Finally entering the cramped ship, his eyes opened wide as he looked at each of the displays before him, almost imagining what the vessel itself could be capable of while T'Pol stood from the pilot's seat and the Captain slowly sat down.

"Don't drool on the controls people. My assessment was correct, USS Nimitz, is here somewhere"

"Cap'n, this is amazing…"

"Hands off Trip!" Archer said with a smile.

"We need to find the Nimitz and alert her to the situation, if they don't know by now, they soon will. I'm going to take the shuttle out and search where I believe that they may have appeared, it's a distance away but as I said, my shuttle is faster then your ship. With the new modifications, this shuttle has a maximum speed of just beyond Warp 6..."

"That's impressive, but I don't believe that" Replied the Chief Engineer with a greedy look in his eyes.

"Over a century from now, the warp speeds will be revised as ships became much faster. To keep up with this shuttle, you'd have to be close to warp seven, the Nimitz is much faster…"

"Commander, should you be telling us any of this?" Archer replied with concern in his voice.

"I'm already past that line sir, when I pointed out the dangers earlier. Eric Taylor is a good man, he's had a few personal problems in recent years, I need to speak with him personally… that's why you are here Captain. I need your help, he will listen to you. Commander T'Pol will take command of Enterprise and head to these Co-Ordinates… what I need you both to do is have the entire crew confined to the interior of the Enterprise, away from all windows and when I call you on a coded channel, shut down all sensors and make sure that only the Command crew is on the bridge when the Nimitz arrives. The fewer people who see her, the better"

"Why me Commander?"

"Captain, call me Amanda. You've been through similar situations many times since you took command of Enterprise, forwards in time, back in time… you've seen it all, I know that you have no reason to Captain, but I am hoping that you can trust me?"

News of the unusual passenger and her vessel had continued to echo around the ship as new security measures where put into place with immediate effect, although the disappearance of the Captain himself had become the primary talking point around the ship as rumours had ranged from the Captain being taken back into the distant future, to an assassination attempt on the leader of the Romulan Empire. Taking a moment away from the bridge to enjoy a much need cup of coffee, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed sat seemingly alone in the mess hall, as he would be often found while he would often review the latest security reports from around the ship, with the exception of today as he reviewed his personal files recorded and hidden away from the crew regarding the weapon found on the Lieutenant Commander herself. Knowing that her personal Phase-Pistol, an unusual ergonomically designed sleek and powerful weapon could be of a tactical advantage to Starfleet, the Lieutenant once again disregarded orders to make a private copy for himself, even though he still found it almost impossible to understand the technology, his personal curiosity seemed to get the better of him. Placing all information on his personal computer tablet, he cautiously reviewed all of the information as he sat with his back to the corner of the room, so that no one could sit behind him and see what he was studying. Half way through his first cup of coffee, a blend of Vulcan origin that he had grown to enjoy, Reed looked up slowly to once again consider his actions while two junior officers from Engineering entered the room, discussing the current situation.

"… I'm serious Jim, I was in engineering when Tucker was looking over the engine data. That ship, is like nothing we've ever seen. Similar in size to a Shuttlepod, but faster then Enterprise herself"

"I heard that Sally, I also heard from Crewman Baker in Sickbay that the woman is working for Starfleet, some new design of ship that they don't want the Romulans to know about…"

Deactivating his computer tablet and finishing his almost cold Coffee, Lieutenant Reed stood and gathered his belongings as the conversation continued as they had begun to theorise that the Enterprise was on its way to rendezvous with a new vessel, designed and built in secret by the new Coalition to combat the growing Romulan threat and manned by all members of the Coalition itself, a vessel of which they would all be transferred to once it arrives.

"Ensigns, that kind of talk is dangerous here. What are you doing here? This area is off limits until further notice"

"Lieutenant? Getting a cup of coffee sir. We've been on duty for almost ten hours…"

"Then return to your quarters, Ensigns Willis and Patel, consider that an order or I shall have you both placed on report. And lets have no more talk about this… situation and that is an order!"

"Yes, Lieutenant. May we be permitted to return with a cup of coffee?" Ensign Samantha Willis said slowly.

"Make it fast"

Stood by the door to the corridor, the Lieutenant watched carefully as the two junior officers ordered their drinks before he followed them back to their quarters, seemingly under guard. Once they had entered their quarters, Malcolm Reed locked both of their doors before looking up and down the corridor and activating his personal tablet and erasing all information on the weapon itself from his private computer system.