As the Destiny streaked through space, Starwind looked out the
window of his ready room. "Computer, begin log entry. Insert date/time
mark and record." He paused, "Captain's Log. About a day or so ago, we
encountered the Tabernacle right where we were told. But as
predicted, a transdimensional anomaly appeared. Our ships were trapped
within its gravity well and were pulled through to an odd parallel
universe. There is a sizeable anti-Federation rebellion here, which we
are aiding. This Federation has digressed into little more than a group
of militarily strong conquistadors. The rebellion is helping with
repairs, as the dimensional shift caused us heavy damage. No crewmember
protested to this action. We are now on course at high warp to a fleet
being put together to strike Sol III, the rebel home base, Our goal is
to tear them to shreds before they enter Zeon space. We will proceed
with cautious optimism, and hope against all that the fleet does not
grow beyond ten ships, for even then we are well outnumbered, as the Stragger is in repair at Deep Space Nine – strike that – Terok Nor. So, it's the Destiny and the Normandy against the Federation fleet. We are underway with the final prep-"
"Bridge to Captain Starwind, we're dropping out of warp." Talara chirped through his comm. badge.
"On my way." Starwind stood and made for the door, "Conclude recording."