The fleet at Betazed had grown near five fold, but Nechiev was still uncomfortable. She stared at the viewer's countdown. Six minutes remained.
"T minus six." Winters reported.
"Most Zeon ships are checking in. As well as some good Cardassian and Romulan support." Jean-Luc reported.
The image of space on the main viewer was replaced by the bridge of the Intrepid-class Stragger, and her captain. "Stragger to Enterprise, repairs are nice and done, and weapons are all accounted for."
This image was replaced by a red-haired woman in Zeon uniform, "Corona to Enterprise, good to see you again, Aleena."
"Good to see you, Kathy." Nechiev smiled.
"Kathy Janeway?" Winters asked.
Janeway paused, "Yes. Commander Kathryn Janeway of the Zeon Warship Corona."
"Are you ready for this one, Kathy? This is bigger than anything we've done before." Nechiev warned.
Janeway smiled, "Aleena, you know me well enough to know that I won't cut and run. In fact, you know me a lot better than that." Janeway smiled broader, "Best call it, you have four minutes left. Corona out."
Nechiev laughed slightly and quickly regained total professional composure. "Winters, open a channel to the fleet" Nechiev waited for the blip signaling the open channel, "Fleet, this is the Enterprise, we are four minutes from Starfleet's incursion into our space and the estimated time of attack. Set course for Federation space, arm all weapons, and raise shields. We're going on my mark." Nechiev paused, "All hands, battle stations."