GREEN SLEEVES

(more questions than answers)

On a space station near the planet Pacifica, a meeting is being held. In attendance are various military and political officials from the Federation, the Klingon and Romulan empires, as well as Cardassia and other Alpha and Beta quadrant worlds that have been affected by recent events. The atmosphere is made tense by the fact that the safest place to have this meeting was a mere 43 light years away from the frontlines. Many unanswered questions are now being asked. Who are they? What do they want? Where do they come from? How did this happen? There are no answers. The assembly erupts in a mass argument with each other when suddenly the doors of the meeting hall swing open with a crash that startles all to attention.

Astrange looking manis standing at the entranceway. His face pale blue whith a green glow to him. With a look of all seriousness he scans the room from left to right remaining absolutely silent. The assembly just stares at him flabbergasted. He is wearing a Star Fleet uniform. But not a standard one. He wears a vest, but the color is wrong. The exposed collar and long sleeves do not have the familiar red, yellow, or blue. It was green.

"Who are you?" An Andorian senator calls out to the mysterious Star Fleet officer.

The man enters the room now accompanied by two Nausicans holding Federation phaser rifles. The Nausicans quickly target and fire on the security officers, quickly incapacitating them to the floor. The whole of the assembly starts to scatter, but two phaser rounds in the air and a loud and furious SILENCE from the uniformed man quells the panic and the assembly returns to their seats.

A Star Fleet Admiral stands to her feet and addressed the man. "Who are you!" she demands.

"I am a Star Fleet officer. That is all you need to know at this point" the man responds.

"Not good enough, Admiral!" she snaps. (The bars on his collar indicate an Admiral's rank).

He quickly recoils his hand to his side, whips out a personal hand phaser and points it at her. "IT WILL BE GOOD ENOUGH, ADMIRAL!". The Admiral, whos compatriots plead her to stop exacerbating the situation, sits back down and says no more.

Well then, now that the formalities seem to be over, we can begin. The man and the two Nausicans make there way to the podium at the center of the room. He sets his phaser down on the podium and pulls a data pad from a pack one of the Nausicans were carrying on his side. He activates it, pulls up a speech he has written on it and starts to speak.

"The Federation has long been an institution of exploration and discovery. Indeed, for a while that was the case. We did explore new worlds and discover new civilizations. However time and time again we find ourselves fighting for our lives against aggressive worlds throughout out the galaxy . And so far we have been successful in doing so. We have defended our borders and way of life time and time again, but at a cost. We expect Star Fleet to protect us from our enemies. When we all know that our starships and there crews can barely defend themselves. Our ships are relegated to exploratory missions and yet we sent them out in suicidal attacks against The Borg. And there crews, with only the basic of self defense training from star fleet we told them to fight hand to hand combat with Jem'Hadar during the Dominion War. And now, on the wake of another war against an invading aggressor, with the enemy at the gates, you sit on your hands and squabble amongst each other, hoping that your diminishing fleet of derelict galleys will save you all once more. I think not. They have Romulus. They have Quo'nos. they have Vulcan, Andoria, Trill. Risa. They have Earth. We've lost everything .

I'm sure those men and women out in space right now are more than willing to sacrifice themselves for freedom. I'm sure there are a few Nogs out there ready and willing to go beyond the call of duty. But it doesn't have to be like this. Let me commission a fleet of purebred warships. Let me create a new defense force branch of Star Fleet. Together those two entities will be able to push back the invaders and regain control of our home worlds. And afterwards this new Starfleet will be more than able to stop any more aggressive worlds from attacking again."

The uniformed man looks up from the pad. No one was sure what he was trying to get at, that is until they heard what else he had to say.

"I have such a fleet in my possession."

Gasps are shared through the assembly room. How? How could he have such a fleet? Where could he have possibly have hidden it? Irrelevant questions to say the least. A Romulan general yells out, " where is this great fleet you speak of? We want proof!" the rest of the assembly concurs in a loud synchronous tone. "you want proof? The man says in a loud boisterous voice. "see for yourselves!". he activate the large view screen on the other end of the room. To there amazement they see it. A massive force of ships. obviously of Federation design, but with features found on Dominion warships. The ships are lined up along what the scanners indicate to be the frontline stretching from Bajor to the southern edges of the galaxy. "You see, there is the answer!" he says with a sadistic grin on his face. "MY CREATION, MY FLEET!". "Right now my ships are manned by Nausican mercenaries, but I envision this new generation of Federation warships, and a new federation military defense force able to carry us to victory!"…

While the disillusioned man ranted and raved at the officials, Three Betazed officers, sitting behind the Nausicans decided, telepathically, to end the ridiculous intrusion once and for all. The three men leapt from there seats and tackled the Nausicans to the floor. A Klingon officer too leaps out of his chair and confiscated the ranting man's phaser. Surprised the man quickly hits his com badge and screams out in Nausican "INVADE!". while the three assailants were being incapacitated, the Nausican commander of the new war fleet moves into enemy occupied federation space.

A month later the recordings of this event was viewed by a mysterious Federation official and a Star Fleet admiral in attendance at that particular meeting.