Nechiev stood in the center of her bridge, "Hail them."
"You're on." Winters reported.
"What fleet we have right now, this is Marshal Aleina Nechiev of Zeon. I have with me the dimension traveler Captian Jesse Smade, as well as Gil Royac of the Cardassian government and Sub-Commander Toval of the Romulan government. If you are not apprised of our situation, a fleet of Starfleet ships in en route here to crush Zeon followed by Romulus and Cardassia. A short distance from this system, a few of our people in the fleet plan to launch an attack. That is our cue to move in and assist. We expect heavy damage, but we will hold our ground. The Battle of Betazed will be Zeon's last stand. I have ordered all Zeon ships to this system. We hope that our allies within the fleet and their 'Operation Firestorm' make this easy on us, but we must prepare for the worst. This message will repeat every ten minutes for the benefit of new arrivals to the fleet. Thank you for your aid. Enterprise out."
"Time estimate?" Smade asked.
"Nineteen hours." Nechiev shot Winter a glance, and Winters put a countdown on the view screen.
"Ma'am," Picard approached Nechiev, "I'll re-transmit the order for Zeon to mobilize here."
"Thank you, Jean-Luc. We have to race against time, here." Nechiev paused, "So I'll send you back to your ship, Captain."
"Thank you, Marshal." Smade nodded.