"Captain's Log, supplemental." Starwind had recorded, "The Dreadnaught deploying system is near completion and the time of the battle grows near. This is an uncomfortable situation for me, and I wonder if we have lost sight of our want to go home? The odds of survival are nor in our favor, but after our attack, Zeon forces should be able to descend upon the remainder of the Federation fleet. We will have saved countless lives from an oppressive rule, and saved ourselves from a very long list of questions by our own Starfleet Command. But I would give anything to see the wondrous blue-green marble I call home one more time. I have toured my ship, taking everything in and brooding on the outcome, but there is only one way to see the outcome and that is to live it. So like so many commanders, on so many battlefields, I wait for the dawn." This recording played over and over in his mind as he went from his ready room to sit in his chair on the bridge.
"Shuttle Bay Two to Bridge." The call came through as Starwind stared at the fleet. "The Fusion Catalyst is installed in it's casing and has been loaded onto the Mustang-class runabout Dreadnaught. The Dreadnaught is now ready for launch." The crewman's voice reported.
"Talara, time to crossing the border?" Starwind asked.
"Less than one minute at present speed." The Andorian woman replied.
Starwind closed his eyes, "Red alert." He said quietly. The lights all faded to red and sirens blared.
"The fleet is dropping out of warp." Edwards reported.
"Do so as well, slow to one quarter impulse and launch the Dreadnaught. Send Dreadnaught at full impulse to the head of the fleet." Starwind ordered.
VonBach tapped his comm. Badge, "Bridge to Engineering, shut down non-essential systems and raise the Electron Screen. Polarize the hull as you suggested a few minutes ago, Bronski."
"Aft shields at full, warp core is offline." Edwards reported, "Other ships seem puzzled."
"Talara, bring us about on my mark." Starwind ordered.
"The Geneva is hailing." Edwards reported.
"Put Walker through." Starwind nodded.
Admiral Jonah Walker appeared on the screen, "Captain, explain your actions."
"Zeon saboteurs damaged our power grid and beamed off-site. We sent a runabout to track their signal. Recommend the fleet go to all-stop until these Zeon scumbags are caught." Starwind said with well-acted anger.
"Agreed, Captain. Begin repairs immediately. We don't want immobility in our fleet. Geneva out." Walker's face vanished.
"Talara?" VonBach asked.
"Just a little more time, thirty seconds max." Talara replied, guiding the Dreadnaught.
"Another hail, sir. Captain Paris of the Aspire. Secure, encrypted, channel." Edwards called.
Starwind hid his shock, and merely stood, "On screen."
"Firestorm?" Tom Paris asked, cautiously.
"What? Are you a sympathizer? Did Nechiev inform you?" Starwind asked.
"Normandy is cutting power and polarizing their hull." Edwards reported.
"Dreadnaught in position." Talara called.
"Yes, Captain Starwind, My boatload of Zeon solders is ready to assist." Paris replied.
"Tom, cut main power. Shut down your warp core. Move to the back of the fleet at full impulse, and boost shield and hull integrity. If you can, negatively polarize your hull to repel and EM wave, and for god's sake do it now." Starwind talked quickly, "Talara, bring us about, and launch the catalyst. All hands, brace for impact!"
"Catalyst away!" Talara reported.
"Fire!" Starwind and VonBach said in unison.