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NX-Class Cruiser Enterprise, System 378

Captain's Starlog, May 2nd, 2159: Starfleet's given Enterprise her first mission after her refit: to find a missing Vulcan science ship. We need the Vulcans as allies due to the Romulans being pushy, but I don't like this at all. It's too fishy.

The Enterprise NX-01 dropped out of Warp on the edges of System 378, the last known location of the Vulcan Scientist they had been sent to find. She was Humanity's first ever starship designed to be able to reach Warp 5, though she wasn't the only one, anymore - Earth's Starfleet was growing at a slow but steady pace. The Enterprise still served as the Flagship of that fleet, though.

Jonathan Archer, unofficial leader of the Earth Starfleet and captain of Enterprise, glanced briefly at his Vulcan science officer. "T'Pol, what do we know about this system?" he asked. "And why would a Vulcan scientist choose this place to conduct research?"

"It is isolated, Captain, and uninhabited," T'Pol replied. "It is close to the edge of known Romulan space, however."

The British tactical officer, Malcolm Reed, was almost immediately on edge due to his experiences on the Romulan drone ship 4 years prior. His friend was nearly killed on that thing. "Captain, I think we should put the ship on tactical alert," he said.

Archer nodded. "Seems like a good precautionary measure," he remarked. "Not that we're guaranteed to run into them, but this close to Romulan space, it doesn't pay to take chances."

"Aye, sir." The lights dimmed as the ship's weapons powered up and torpedo tubes were loaded, as well as the hull plating polarizing.

"Travis, take us to the closest planet," Archer ordered. "We might as well see if the ship is in orbit. Or if she crashed."

The prototype NX-Class starship engaged her impulse engines at space-boomer Travis Mayweather's command, heading for an icy Class-L planet. Barely habitable, it would be enough for the Vulcans to survive until rescued. Enterprise entered orbit, and T'Pol began scanning the surface. Archer walked over to the science station. "T'Pol?" he asked.

"I'm not detecting any wreckage, Captain," T'Pol reported, "but there are two more planets in the system."

"Alright," Archer replied. "We'll need to search each one for any sign of the ship, or debris from it. Travis, set a course for the next planet."

"Aye, aye, sir," Travis said as he broke orbit, setting course for the next closest planet in the system, that being another Class-L planet with a ring that vaguely reminded them of Andoria. Of course, there were two large differences between the two worlds. One, Andoria orbited the Class-H gas giant Andor.

Two, Andoria didn't have ships with Romulan markings orbiting it. "Looks like you were right, Malcolm," Archer remarked. "Hoshi, open a channel to the closest Romulan ship."

Hoshi Sato, Enterprise's long suffering comm officer, did as she was ordered. "Channel's open," she said.

"Attention, Romulan vessels," Archer said. "This is the Earth starship Enterprise. Please state y-" The Romulans didn't let him finish as they opened fire, disruptor bolts connecting with Enterprise's hull plating, although the polarization lowered the damage by 80%. "Ok, that was clear enough," he remarked dryly. "Malcolm, you know what to do!"

"Yes, sir!" Malcolm replied as he targeted the closest Romulan ship and opened fire with the Phase Cannons.

The phased beams struck one of the three scouts, designated Swarm-class by Starfleet, impacting the scout ship's shields. The shots did minimal hull damage, but the shields were drained from absorbing the impact.

"Travis, get us behind them!" Archer ordered. "Malcolm, arm photonic torpedoes and fire at will!"

Two of the Swarms got behind Enterprise, intending to sheer off one or both nacelles. Big mistake. Malcolm fired the aft phase cannon at the lead pursuing Swarm, doing to it what happened to its' forward counterpart before shoving two photonic torpedoes into it, finishing it off. The lead Swarm took another torpedo before both ships used a primitive but effective cloaking system. It screened them from visual and thermal scans, but not ultraviolet radiation. Fortunately, Enterprise couldn't use those sensors in combat.

"Well, that seems par for the course," Archer remarked. "Romulans in the same place we're looking for a missing Vulcan vessel. They may have destroyed the Vulcan ship, but until we find the ship or any debris, we can't confirm one way or the other."

"Captain, the Vulcan ship could have hidden in the nebula near the outer edge of the system," Travis said as he put a map of the solar system on the screen, displaying it prominently.

"It is highly unstable and has more than enough plasma discharges to corrode tritanium alloy," T'Pol remarked, "but it is a logical place to hide if they had no other option. Ensign Mayweather could be correct."

"Well, we need to search the entire system," Archer remarked, looking at the map. "Might as well look there, too. Travis, set a course, and use the warp drive: I'd rather not run into the Romulans en route."

"Aye, Captain," Travis replied, orienting the ship towards the Nebula, then activating Warp Drive, allowing them to get there in several seconds.

"Let's keep the search brief," Archer remarked. "We don't have the shields Vulcan ships do, and our hull plating'll start to corrode faster-"

Hoshi's back straightened before she interrupted Archer. "Sir," she reported, "I'm picking up a Starfleet transponder signal from inside the nebula: it's pretty weak, but it's still active."

"Travis, take us in as fast as possible," Archer said, before he pressed one of the buttons on his chair, contacting engineering. "Trip, we're going inside a nebula, so you better have damage control parties standing by to patch us up. We've also got a Starfleet ship out there: get ready."

"On it, capt'n," Commander Charles 'Trip' Tucker III replied from Engineering. "Just don't clog up the impulse manifolds, or we're never getting out of there."

"I'm sure Travis will be careful," Archer remarked.

Enterprise flew into the nebula, quickly finding the source of the contact: the Poseidon-class USS Coto NCC-213.

"Enterprise!" came the relieved voice of the Coto's Captain over the Comms. "Are we glad to see you!"

"Rick, is that you?" Archer asked.

"It is," Rick replied. "We were ambushed by Romulan ships and had to hide in this nebula."

"Why couldn't you contact Starfleet?" Archer asked. "They would've sent help."

"We tried," Rick informed, "but the nebula's got a dampening effect on subspace radio. Plus, our engines are offline: the plasma discharges knocked them out."

Archer wasn't going to let the Coto rot here. "Hang on, Rick," he said. "We'll tow you out of there."

"I'd hurry, Jonathan," Rick replied. "Our hull plating's starting to degrade, and the polarization is only slowing it down a little."

"Understood," Archer replied, before turning to Malcolm. "Malcolm, those new Tractor Beams ready to go?"

"Yes, sir, but we haven't tested them," Malcolm replied. "If we put too much strain on the Coto's hull, we'll tear her stem to stern."

"Risk we're going to have to take," Archer remarked. "Engage tractor beam and get us out of here!"

A cascading prism of light emerged from Enterprise's new tractor emitters, making contact with the Coto's saucer section. "T'Pol?" Archer asked.

"The Coto is undamaged, but we need to move quickly to keep it that way," TPol replied.

Travis fired the maneuvering thrusters, putting as little strain on the Poseidon-class ship as possible. After 2 minutes of hair-raising nervous towing, Enterprise and her 'baby sister' escaped the nebula. "We just purged the impulse manifolds," Rick reported from the Coto. "Engines are back online and we're in the - Spoke too soon."

"I see them," Archer replied as the two Swarm-Class vessels from before returned. "The Romulans have an odd sense of timing."

"Well, time for a little bit of payback for earlier!" Rick remarked. "Lead the way, Enterprise!" The NX-Class ship disengaged her tractor, allowing the Coto to move on her own. The Poseidon-Class was designed as a heavy torpedo destroyer to compliment the more phase cannon-heavy NX-Class and the newer Yorktown-class battleship, meaning that the Romulans could not have picked two worse ships to fight. Enterprise could knock down their shields while the Coto would finish them off with a volley of photonic and spacial torpedoes. The Romulans did not know this. Big mistake. The NX-Class ship opened fire, hitting the lead Swarm with phase cannon fire and downing its' shields within three bursts, followed by Coto firing a grand total of six torpedoes into the Romulan warship. No kill like overkill. The last Swarm attempted to run, but two beams of phase cannon fire struck the scout, breaking the shields and sheering off the port warp nacelle. A photonic torpedo from Enterprise's aft launcher finished the job, destroying the tiny scout.

"That was simple enough," Archer remarked. "Rick, why were you in the area in the first place? I doubt your ship is assigned to research or exploration duties."

"We weren't," Rick replied. "We were answering a distress call before the Romulans decided to come in shooting. The last place we heard it was from near one of the dead moons near the last planet in the system."

Archer perked up. "That distress call wouldn't happen to be Vulcan, now would it?" he asked.

"Well, it DID use the same carrier wave the Vulcans like to use, now that you mention it." Rick replied.

"We were sent here to find a missing Vulcan ship," Archer informed. "I'd imagine your distress call came from the same one we're looking for."

"Well, then. We've got a Vulcan ship to find," Rick remarked. "We've repaired our outer hull plating enough to survive a jump to warp and we still have plenty of torpedoes with the Romulans' names on them."

"Travis, set a course for the last planet, Warp 2," Archer ordered. "We've wasted enough time and that Vulcan ship needs our help."

Both starships turned toward the dead moon, then engaged their warp drives, sending them toward the last planet in the system. They found what they were looking for: a Vulcan Suurok-Class starship getting the crap pounded out of her by three T'Varo-Class warbirds and two battleships designated Battlehawk-class by Starfleet. The Vulcan ship was quickly getting overwhelmed as disruptor beams and bolts impacted her shields and actually managed to get through, damaging the communications array and weapons emplacements.

"We're picking up a distress call from the Vulcan ship, Captain," Hoshi reported.

"Put it through," Archer ordered.

"This is - can sci - Seleya. We a - tack by Rom - requesting assistance from any-" The transmission quickly ended as another torpedo hit the Seleya, knocking out the communications array.

"That's our cue," Archer remarked. "Travis, take us in; Malcolm, set those torpedoes to their maximum yield and fire at will!"

Enterprise quickly dove into the fight, firing her phase cannons at the closest Battlehawk, getting their attention.

"The Praetor demands your destruction!" came over the comms.

Archer was taken aback by that, not expecting the Romulans to yell at him over an open channel. "Malcolm! Now!" he ordered.

The British armory officer fired two torpedoes from the NX-Class cruiser's aft launcher, impacting the shields of the Romulan battleship and downing them. The Coto followed up with a large volley of spacial torpedoes, all hitting the battleship's hull, one even hitting the warp core to predictable results. The Romulan warship exploded, with one of the nacelles spiraling toward one of the T'varos, impacting the tiny warbird and destroying it. The Romulans knew better than to fight people who actually had a brain in their skulls and had enough experience to fight superior numbers as they turned away as fast as they could before engaging their cloaking devices.

"Well, that was fun," Archer remarked sarcastically. "See if we can contact the Seleya, Hoshi."

"I'm trying, Captain," Hoshi replied, "but their comm array took a hit during the fight. I might not be able-"

"This is the Vulcan science vessel Seleya to the Earth Starfleet vessel Enterprise," came over the comms. "We thank you for your timely assistance."

"Guess they're using their backup comm unit," Archer remarked. "Seleya, this is Enterprise. No need to thank us: we were actually sent to find you."

"Sent?" the female voice of the ship's captain queried. "By whom, Captain?"

"The Vulcan High Council asked us to escort you home," Archer replied. "No reason given."

"Ah, intriguing," the Vulcan captain replied.

"How so?" Archer asked, semi-curious.

"I would say their request for my retrieval is what you would call a 'euphemism'," the Vulcan captain replied.

"Would you mind explaining…" Archer began, before continuing, "I'm sorry, what is your name?"

"I am T'Uerell," she replied, "Commander of the Seleya, and I know of you, Captain Archer. Your help in the dissolving of the High Command is well-known." Archer prepared himself for a chewing out, but he didn't get it. "My work, Captain, is related to how my ancestors discovered their path toward logic. I seek the truth of the past."

"If you're an archaeologist, why are you so far from Vulcan?" Archer asked.

"The High Council does not wish me to succeed where others have failed," T'Uerell informed. "But that is irrelevant at this moment. I believe my research station in the next star system will be targeted by the Romulans next. Any further loss of life would be highly regrettable for all parties."

"That's something we can both agree on," Archer remarked. "Send the coordinates of your station to my helmsman and communications officer. Hoshi, start putting out a general call for assistance to any ships in the area - have them meet with us at the coordinates of T'Uerell's outpost."

"Aye sir," Hoshi replied. "There's three ships close to us, but it'll take some time for them to get to the station: Discovery, Yorktown, and Alaska."

"Then we'll have to hold the line until they get there," Archer remarked. "Transmit the coordinates, Hoshi. Travis, lay in a course and take us to the station."

"This mission's getting more interesting every second."

Enterprise, Coto, and the Seleya turned toward their next destination before jumping to warp.

Yorktown-Class Battleship USS Yorktown NCC-200

"Ma'am, we have a message from Enterprise."

Sitting on the bridge of the U.S.S Yorktown, Captain Ayame Takeo, a woman in her mid twenties with shoulder-length black hair and crimson red eyes rose a small eyebrow at that.

"Enterprise?" She asked, sitting up in her chair. "What do they want?"

"They are requesting assistance in evacuating a Vulcan science station," the comm officer, a human woman with short ear length brown hair and brown eyes said. "They believe Romulans may be en-route to attack. We and two other starships are the closest to assist."

Ayame nodded. "Very well," she said with a small smirk. "Got nothing else better to do... Helm! Set course to the coordinates provided from Enterprise. Proceed at maximum Warp."

"Aye Aye ma'am!" The Helmsman, a human with ginger red hair and green eyes said. "Setting course now!"

"Bring us to tactical alert as well," Ayame said, as Klaxon alarms sounded off. "Arm phase cannons and Torpedoes the moment we get close to the system. If we see any Romulans in the area, do not fire unless either fired upon or they have opened fire on the Vulcan station."

NX-Class cruiser Discovery NX-04

A man with black hair and heterochromatic eyes (left being blue and right being a deep red) sat on the captain's chair of his ship as his helmsman brought her around. "Tell Enterprise we're inbound as fast as possible," he said. "Asuka, redline the reactor and get us to Warp 5.3 or higher if possible. Bring us to tactical alert."

"Aye, Captain," his officers replied.

Captain Allen Thomas Pinkerton leaned back in his seat, steeling himself for war. It was unofficial, but everyone and his mother knew Romulus and Remus had nothing but contempt for Earth due to their actions in stabilizing the relations between the Andorians, Tellarites and Vulcans. "And so it begins," he said. "Take us to warp!" The NX-Class ship jumped to her maximum speed, ready for battle.

Minuteman-Class Destroyer USS Alaska NCC-154

At the helm console, a young man with dark brown hair and violet eyes adjusted the course of the ship as they prepared to go to the assistance of the Enterprise. "Course laid in, sir," he informed the Captain of the ship.

"Very well, Ensign," the Captain replied. "Jump us to warp." The destroyer jumped to warp, but she was much slower than the Yorktown or NX-Classes, being limited to Warp 2.9 at best. "Are you alright, Ensign? You seem a little nervous."

"A bit, sir," the Ensign, Takeru Yamato, replied. "I know I did well in the Academy simulations, but this is still my first time behind the helm of an actual ship, and we're about to enter a combat situation, too."

"We'll be fine, Ensign," the Captain soothed. "For all we know, Archer just needs help picking up a few civilians from a damaged liner or something. Those transports can carry a lot of people. Hell, two years ago, we had to pick up some survivors from the Kobayashi Maru. Klingons were not happy that that ship crossed into their space."

"I… I see…" Takeru replied. "Still, Romulans are a bit different from Klingons, from what I've heard."

"We'll be able to handle them, Ensign. Just keep us steady and we'll be fine."

None of them would know this would be the beginning of two three century-long legacies.

Takeshi Yamato: That's right, Ladies and Gentlemen! Star Trek Legacy is canon to the ST Frontier continuity, so of course we would have to try our hands at what is essentially a novelization of the game's storyline! :D

Ron the True Fan: Of course, we're not ripping from the entire game. We're being a little… creative. Hence, two legacies: T'Uerell being a pain in the ass and our families being a pain in hers.

117Jorn: Yup, and we will all be learning quite a bit about our respective family trees, and how they've caused… quite some trouble to anyone who caused trouble to the Federation.

Takeshi Yamato: But that's getting a bit ahead of ourselves - we'll get to all those generations eventually, but first we have to see the adventures of the first generation!

Until then,

Everyone: JA NE!