Captain Victor Starwind sat in his chair in the conference room of Deep Space Three with his first officer Commander Joseph VonBach. The Admiral was rambling to him about a stolen Grissom Class transport ship. This seemed too inane for a fresh Omega Class ship like his. Speedy little devils, those Omega Class ships. Able to maintain high warp for long periods of time. It also had top special ops technology, like mass sep ability, able to break into three separate ships. Then something caught his attention...

"Sorry, what was this McKay researching?" Starwind asked.

"Doctor Roger McKay was researching practical uses of Omega particles for transdimensional travel aboard the Grissom transport vessel Tabernacle." The Admiral repeated himself, "Got it that time, Vic?"

"Yeah. Let me write that - Omega? You've gotta be kidding me? How did he get away with even getting the Omega particles? With even starting his research?" Starwind said, shocked.

"He got it on the Ferangi black market, and conducted preliminary research in private, traveling abroad the Tabernacle." The Admiral, visibly annoyed with Starwind's attitude, replied, "Well, as you know, we've banned that kind of research. We've traced the ship to a backwater planet in the Typhon Sector. The planet is uninhabited, appears to be M-Class following a great environmental disaster, and well out of anyone's way."

"Why send an Omega Class, though?" VonBach asked.

"Simple, what if McKay succeeds before you neutralize the particles?" The Admiral paused, "A while back James Kirk unlocked another universe where things were bad. Real bad. Since then, they have launched several incursions into our universe and we, accidentally, into theirs. This has been kept under wraps, because of the unfriendly nature of their reality. Given the chance, they'd conquer us without hesitation. Or at least try to. And unless you want to be enslaved by your counterpart, you need to be at the event horizon of that portal to the other realms and blow anything that comes through to hell." The Admiral said candidly, "This is your charge. The Galaxy Class USS Normandy and Intrepid Class USS Stragger have been routed to that system in the Typhon Sector as well. You are their commander, Vic." The Admiral stood, "I've given the coordinates to Commander Talara, she's your pilot, correct?"

"Yes, sir." Starwind stood.

"Well, Vic, may fortune favor the foolish." The Admiral nodded.

"Yes, sir." Starwind exited the conference room.