The path before, and path ahead

Will lead to times that Humar dread

And in the end the strife will come

And lead then while their doom is sung

The Humar left but two sung lore

And sent them to the Arc in store

The Arc exists on the planet blue

The third golden ring in which they drew

The two exist in phantom's quake

Hoping for their call to wake

When liberty dies and hope is dim

Both will rise but one shall win

But a second time, like in all tales

Will tell you how the good will fail

And the duo will return once more

To fight the fight they fought before

The Humar will never again return

To see their light of faith to burn

But there is a race that soon will rise

And with them comes the glorious prize

The Golden one shall rise once more

And then become Super Humar

Three days passed since Commander James T. George went into hiding from his own people. The Alliance, led to believe he was a danger to their existence, had passed the vote to send him away, to live a life without peace. As the Empire closed in on the fortress surrounding Earth, he would have to escape.

But he was not alone.

He was helped by a small group of people, who, believing that he fulfilled a legend. This legend is shared by thousands of cultures, spanning both his home galaxy of the Milkey Way, and the galaxy of Corscan.

This legend tells of an ancient alien race, known as the Humar, who had an empire that existed in thousands of galaxies across the Universe. They strove for balance in what they had, and for every evil, they created a good to combat it. Eons before this story unfolds, the Humar suddenly became extinct, leaving the races they had been said to have created defenseless and in strife. They Humar, however, foresaw their own downfall, thanks to the higher power they worshiped. They left behind a tale of two Humar who would rise again and fight. One for good and one for evil. The balance was to continue, even in their absence.

These people who believe in Jim believe that he will fight for the good that needs to return to the galaxies. Others believe that the legend cannot possibly be true, and the powers that Jim possessed before exile are nothing but one's man attempt to take measures into his own hands.

Whatever the case, the Empire has invaded the Milky Way from their Corscan stronghold. Vincent Calrissian, the powerful man leading the Empire, is hell bent on the destruction of the Alliance, especially those from his home planet of Earth. As the Alliance plans its last stand in the fortified inner rim of the SOL system, Jim can only watch as the fight for the freedom of all races lands on his doorstep…

"Captain Gerid this is Admiral Shims, move your battle group into position."

"Copy that Admiral. Helm, set twenty-seven to one, move into position. Bring in the Sterm-Breakers as well."

Admiral Jean-Luc Picard moved away from the window in the meeting room aboard his flag ship, the USS-Enterprise. He moved onto the bridge, where the current captain, Captain William T. Riker, was preparing to move the command staff to the battle bridge.

"Captain Riker, I assume you are moving in with the Sterm-Breakers?"

"Yes, in fact, I was hoping you would take command during the battle. You are better suited for this than I."

"I'll take your offer on that one, Number One, but I do think we should wait and see what develops. We are somewhat far back from the initial intercept point."

"They will fist enter here," he pulled up a map on the bridge screen, showing the layout of the Asteroid belt and the tunnel that led through it. "The Jupiter side of the passage is the first line of defense. We are here, the middle of the tunnel."

"Something tells me this wont be easy, Number One."

Riker smiled, "It never is…"

He turned and left the bridge, leaving Picard alone, looking out the view port. The planet Earth gently rotated in the distance, as allied ships moved toward Mars and the fortress. He saw a flash of light, as the sun bobbed up over its smooth crest, and got a communiqué from his chest piece communicator. He pushed it.

"Picard here"

"Admiral, this is Galbraith. Are we on a secure channel?"

Picard sat down at a computer station, and pushed a series of buttons. "We are now, go ahead Galbraith."

"Commander George has been safely moved to Dumbledore's safe zone. We await further orders from him on regards of that situation."

"From what I've heard, he can keep Jim out of the way while we deal with the Imperial threat. We have a real crisis on our hands here."

"How does it look from there?"

"Well, I never though I'd see the Romulans come to Earth seeking shelter, especially since the Klingons are so friendly with the Alliance. Most of the Calamarian ships are here, giving us some backup by the docks. The Rebellia is here."

"I rode in on that, if you remember…"

"Yes, Captain George has already contacted me and has asked that I pass on a word to his brother for him."

"Go ahead and transmit, Jim is sleeping in the next room."

"It's just a message, no hard code, that's traceable. Something along the lines of, 'The situation has been taken care of, make your move.' I haven't a clue what it means."

"I'll pass it along. I didn't think Steven would contact him so soon."

"Well, there is the proof you need. Keep me informed. Picard out."

The comm. shut down with a click, and Picard took another look toward Earth. He saw the light of the rising sun hit Europe, where his native France is.

"Admiral, prepare for warp to Mars."

He clicked his comm. again. "Acknowledged Number One."

The planet sunk behind him as stars surrounded the ship, and they were gone.