Before I begin: Thank you to those who reviewed my prologue. To be honest I decided to upload this on a lark due to it being a plot bunny that wouldn't leave me the hell alone.

To RedShirt047: Thanks for all your input. I did think about the Borg as a threat, but likely that will be reserved for a continuation, as I would prefer to build up the number of Trek Kanmusu before I drop a bomb that big on them. Enterprise alone wouldn't be enough, and Yamato (the starship) never encountered any data on the Borg, as she was destroyed before the events of J-25. It's definitely a good idea though.

Chapter 1

Enterprise had no idea how long she had been drifting in the darkness, but she was sure that had she been subject to human psychological limitations, the isolation and complete disconnection from any form of sensory input would have driven her 'round the bend by now. To be honest, she was quite surprised to have any self-awareness to begin with, let alone senses to deprive. Currently, however, her thoughts were occupied by Q's final message, received mere moments before her destruction.

"What madness has that omnipotent pest gotten my crew and I into this time?" she wondered, before an odd sensation gripped her as she remembered that her crew was gone, escaping to safety in her saucer section. Her processes paused, analyzing the sensation, and what had caused it, eventually deciding based on recordings of Data's behaviour after LaForge's capture by Doctor Soren that the sensation possibly equated to grief. How odd.

"Perhaps Q has deigned to grant me full sentience? No. These sensations, these emotions, they are not new. I remember… feeling… before. Performing actions beyond what my computer's programming parameters allow. Perhaps I have been sentient for some time now."

This line of thought was abruptly brought to a close as something in the void changed. It began as a gentle pressure on her back. This was shortly followed by a quickly growing howl as the pressure grew. Then came the heat, and a rapidly growing corona of plasma.

Suddenly, Enterprise was flipped by a spike in pressure on one side as she began to tumble through what she quickly identified as an atmospheric re-entry. Eventually, the drag of the air rushing by slowed her enough for the re-entry heating to die off, the corona fading to reveal a barren, red-orange landscape rapidly approaching. Disoriented and with no knowledge of how to right herself, Enterprise deactivated her external viewer and curled up instinctively.

"This is going to cause significant damage to my superstructure."

Approximately 20 seconds later, the Galaxy-class starship slammed into the rocky terrain at terminal velocity and roughly 30 degrees of inclination, bouncing several dozen meters into the air before slamming back down and tumbling across the surface for nearly a kilometer before sliding to a stop on her side.

"Huh. So that's what pain feels like." She thought, mentally ordering up a damage report from engineering. Her external viewer switched on in shock when the report came back clean apart from minor abrasion to her hull plating. "No damage? I thought for sure that impact would crush at least 5 decks! I also need to get engineering to run a diagnostic on my viewscreens, they should not be activating on their own like that."

Enterprise rolled onto her back, blinking at the unexpectedly controlled event. Something wasn't right. Quickly calling for a systems diagnostic, she reeled at the results. According to the report, her hull had been drastically reconfigured, being less a hull and more of a body. A human body.

It took several minutes for Enterprise to throw off her shock, mostly driven by the realization she was unsure of her safety. She decided to try raising her right hand, and bring it into her line of sight. At the unspoken command, a limb she should have no reason for knowing how to move responded, lifting from the dusty ground and moving into her field of view. The limb was covered down to the wrist by a uniformly red sleeve, the exposed hand a colour inline with most Caucasians and had fingers tipped with short, unadorned nails.

"Well, that answers that question. I'll focus on what I look like later, now I need to figure out where I am, and how I am going to get back to Starfleet." Enterprise thought as she manipulated the limb she was now aware she possessed. With delicate movements, she placed her right limb down and pushed herself into a sitting position, turning her head to take in her surroundings.

The red-orange plain around her was desolate, strewn with rocks and debris from her fall, the sky a muted orange lit dimly by the parent star. Enterprise, after looking down to take stock of the surface she was seated on, slowly pushed her self into a kneeling, then a standing position, taking time to adjust to the positions. After reaching an upright position and affirming her stability, she decided to begin analyzing the environment to determine the classification of planet she was on to determine if she could survive long enough for rescue.

She took a deep breath, sensors activating to determine the atmosphere's pressure and composition. Again she was dumbfounded when the return indicated that she was somehow breathing in an atmosphere at a pressure of 600 pressure and composed predominantly of carbon dioxide. By all accounts she should have died from oxygen deprivation by now.

"Perhaps I am less human than I appear to be…" she thought, deciding to just be thankful of her continued survival, and reaching down to pick up a rock about the size of her palm. It was far lighter than expected and seemed to possess large quantities of iron oxide based on its colouration. Performing a quick calculation based off of the stone's estimated mass, she concluded that the gravitational acceleration of this planet was approximately 3.7 meters per second per second. This information did little to fix her current situation as it did not change that she was stranded on an unknown K-class planet in a possibly unexplored system.

She paused.

"I should not have been able to gain this information with the tools a human possesses naturally. Further, I still seem to have an Engineering staff, considering the fact I received damage reports when I demanded them. Perhaps… perhaps I can access the other abilities of my original hull in this state."

That conclusion filled Enterprise with another intriguing sensation, one she subconsciously analyzed and identified as hope. However, even if she could access the capabilities of her hull, that still presented the problem of how to do so. Humans had no muscles or organs that could act as the equivalent of impulse engines or a warp coil.

"But then again, as a starship, I didn't even possess muscles to begin with, but I don't seem to have problems using them. My control of them seems second nature, almost instinctive. Maybe accessing those abilities I desire are similar in nature for this body. Perhaps I need to remember the sensations I remember from existing in my original hull. But… how do I do that?"

Having been exposed to dozens of different sentient, spacefaring races over her storied career had exposed Enterprise to a wide variety of memory retrieval techniques, but she eventually opted for the humans' tried-and-true method of closing your eyes and concentrating. Soon, she could hear the throbbing hum of her warp core, feel the fiery hiss of plasma through her EPS conduits, the foot falls of the thousand strong crew compliment drumming across her deck plates. See the orange wrath of her phaser banks informing her opponents of the folly of attacking Starfleet's flag, the comforting cloak of her deflectors swirling about to intercept their inevitable response.

RED ALERT

The calm confidence of her captain as he steered her through the oncoming storm, his unflinching sense of duty to the ideals of the Federation only matched by his unyielding loyalty to those he commanded. The devotion of those who served aboard her to the proud vessel, willing to lay down their lives to protect her, those along side them, and those who watched her from afar.

RED ALERT

The trepidation as the enemy struck, the relief of knowing her defences held, the euphoria of knowing her opponents had been brought low, the joy and anticipation of discovering all that could be found and understood, all the emotions felt by her crew in her long career washed over her.

ALL HANDS TO BATTLESTATIONS

When Enterprise's eyes snapped open, they looked upon the world differently, with the hungering gaze of an explorer and the piercing calm of a veteran warrior all at once. A small enigmatic smile crept across her visage as she felt the power of her warp core fill her once more. The ground beneath her buckled as four point five million metric tons of duranium manifested in a human sized package settled atop it.

She could feel the familiar weight of her saucer section on her back, magnetically interlocked to a harness that cradled her torso*, her navigational deflector array set into the plate over where her combadge would be located. Her warp nacelles were attached to the soles of her feet in a manner similar to skates or skis, humming eagerly to indicate their readiness to bend the fabric of reality in order to push her to whatever destination was desired.

Enterprise lifter her gaze to the sky, willing the trio of impulse engines to life. There was a roar of venting plasma, and she began to lift from the ground, slowly accelerating upwards against the pull of gravity. The gentle acceleration was comforting, and Enterprise elected to hover for a few moments to configure the navigational deflector, before kicking the impulse engines up to 1/16 of maximum power, and rocketing out of the atmosphere of her K-class prison in seconds. After breaching the boundaries of the planet's tiny exosphere, she continued to fly away from the center of mass until she had reached roughly 1,000 kilometers above the surface before decelerating and pulling a graceful about face.

What she saw nearly caused her warp core to shut down from shock. Staring back at Enterprise was the familiar sight of the Martian globe. Almost immediately, she began scanning every one of the subspace frequency bands she had access to, as well as several she shouldn't have clearance for. When every one came back silent, her heart sank.

"What happened to Starfleet? Where are the fleet yards, the colonies? Was Earth attacked?" she thought, panicked. Abruptly her train of thought cut short and she calmed herself. "No, there is a complete lack of debris. If there were an attack, there would at the very least be distress beacons and wreckage everywhere. Utopia Planitia was the biggest construction facility in the Federation, after all.

"Time travel is known to be possible, and considering Q is involved, extremely likely. I need to know when I am before making a decision on my next course of action. My best bet for determining my point in the timestream is to approach Earth at sublight to mask my presence and attempt to interface with their data network, if any currently exists."

With a plan in mind, Enterprise quickly cast out her sensors to locate Humanity's ancestral home, picking it up almost immediately. Laying in a course, she turned and accelerated to 1/4 impulse.

The journey to earth took two and one half hours, during which Enterprise was busy scanning the non-subspace frequency channels for signal traffic so as to find some form of global data network, as well as a method to access a network should she find one. As she began to decelerate, she found her break in the form of a grid of communication satellites arranged in a geostationary orbit, and a serious amount of audio and video signal traffic passing through their transmitters.

This was a significant boon, as it meant there was likely a global communications network she could access in the direst circumstances, as she would prefer to limit her interaction with a pre-warp Earth as much as possible. She began with a signal tap that allowed her to begin filtering the conversations for keywords that could help her determine the time period she had found herself in.

The search was slower than expected, owing partially to the older technology, unfamiliar data structure and excruciatingly slow transmission speeds (by her standards), but eventually Enterprise hit upon several conversations that mentioned a global digital information exchange referred to as the "internet**." It took several minutes to get the information required to reconfigure her data uplinks to work on LTE standard networks so as to allow access, as well as to jack in to the communications satellite's relay to gain access to the land-based information exchange.

Finally, after nearly half an hour of hacking, Enterprise grinned as the "internet" was laid bare. She began by running a search for the date and significant historical events. The picture was simultaneously hopeful and grim. Whilst the conflicts plaguing the turn of the Second Millennium such as the Eugenics Wars had not occurred, and Humanity had advanced technologically beyond her records of the early twenty-first century provided, this meant that she was likely in an alternate version of history, which precluded any potential of returning to her own time.

Further, Humanity was highly unlikely to achieve interstellar travel anytime soon due to the global-scale invasion currently being waged upon Earth's oceans. While the nations with the military capability to fend off the aggressors, which had been named "Abyssals," were cooperating towards the goal of ultimately driving them back to whence they came, their resources would be devastated for decades afterwards, creating shortages that could spark an even more catastrophic war. The issue of the "weapons" being fielded presented another problem.

"These… kanmusu… they are unlike any life-form ever encountered before." she thought. "Human in form, but with the memories and abilities of the warships they are said to represent. Metaphysical in nature, like a Q, but with defined limitations and possessing an energy source for their capabilities unlike any ever encountered in my journeys before.

"The 'summoning' ritual, as well, is something that defies all laws of physics. To literally convert raw materials into a… kanmusu without blast furnaces and other related tools and construction equipment, it should not be possible."

Enterprise looked down at one of her hands, contemplating it.

"But then," she pondered, "I seem to be the same type of creature, with all of my capabilities despite my stardrive having been annihilated in an uncontrolled matter/antimatter collision. Perhaps magical is a fair way to describe it. I wonder what else this "internet" has to tell me?"

It took Enterprise several more hours of data mining before she decided to see if she could blend into the population in order to gain more information on the situation concerning the Abyssals. She decided to maintain the link to the communications satellite for the purposes of information gathering, and began configuring her navigational deflector shields for atmospheric entry, something she had never attempted before. Triggering a condition blue*** once fully prepared, she began a measured descent, not wishing to trigger alarms by generating a fireball with her dive.

As she approached the home planet of her builders, she switched to her maneuvering thrusters to maintain her slow movement, inertial dampeners remodulating to allow for the increasing pull of Earth's gravity well. A similar rush of air began to build, growing into a roar as the atmosphere grew denser, aiding her thrusters in slowing her. To aid in maintaining her quiet insertion into 21st century society, she had elected to enter over the Pacific Ocean, mostly due to the immense stretches of uninhabited ocean which would allow her to reach the surface without detection by even the antiquated RADAR sensors used by most industrialized nations.

As she broke through the tropopause, she suddenly picked up a distress call on the satellite she was linked to.

["Mayday, mayday, mayday! This is Supply Convoy Juliet Whiskey 1-2-9-9 Oscar, under attack by significant Abyssal presence roughly 25 nautical miles from Shemya! I count at least 10 ships, mostly destroyers, but they're backed up by two cruisers and a battleship! We're trying to open the range, but our ships don't have the speed and I estimate they'll be close enough for the destroyers to sink us in less than 7 minutes. Any friendly forces in the area, please respond! I repeat…"]

A second transmission cut off the first.

["This is JS Ryuujou of Task Force AL. We are 80 nautical miles south west of your position, and are vectoring aircraft to assist. They will be on station in roughly 35 minutes and we are making best speed towards you."]

["You don't have anything closer? With all due respect, ma'am, we won't last 35 minutes out here alone. We're already at emergency engine power, and we're not gaining any leeway from these things!"]

Enterprise listened in despair, knowing that those civilian sailors were most likely going to die. Not for the first time, she cursed being restricted by the limitations of the Prime Directive. She was further from their position than Task Force AL by 600 nautical miles, but would be able to reach them far faster than anyone else.

"To hell with the Prime Directive!" she decided after less than 10 seconds of deliberation****. "I refuse to stand by while civilians are butchered!"

Breaking radio silence, she interrupted the frantic dialogue.

"This is USS Enterprise, NCC-1701-D responding to your distress call. I am moving to intercept your attackers and will be overhead in 6 minutes." With that short announcement, she cut the connection and accelerated to Mach 10, a glowing corona of plasma igniting along the leading edge of her deflector.

"Say again? I don't think I heard you correctly." the commander of the fleet of cargo vessels replied. He was sure he was hearing things, certain the spectre of death looming on the horizon was causing him to have auditory hallucinations, because it had just sounded like someone claiming to be serving on a goddamn Galaxy-class starship had answered his distress call. "I swear to God, if this is some sort of joke, and I survive the Abyssal attack somehow, I will hunt your ass down and see you locked up for the rest of your natural life!"

["I will help you in your hunt. This is not the type of situation that is aided by humor."] Ryuujou replied. ["However, you are not alone in what you heard over the comm. I hope for the sake of all those in that convoy that this is not a sick joke."]

"You and me both. Get here as fast as you can, I'll do what I can to keep as many of us floating as possible." With that final exchange, he switched to fleet communications. "Alright, people. We're alone for the next 35 minutes, so squeeze every last rpm out of your engines and be prepared for harsh maneuvers."

He cut the transmission and turned to his helm. "Drop us to the back of the convoy. I want to be ready to block any torpedoes those little bastards launch with our hull, if need be."

His response was a grim nod, followed by the super tanker slowing and allowing the other ships to begin passing. The commander then exited the bridge, stopping only to grab his binoculars, stepping out to watch the oncoming storm. He was not a religious man by nature, in fact preferring to identify as an agnostic, but he was silently praying to anyone listening for mercy in the next life.

For he knew with absolute certainty that the Abyssals would have none.

The seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness, the menacing shapes of the advancing Abyssal fleet steadily growing in his binoculars. He was watching for the moment the destroyers fired torpedoes, so as to be able to give the convoy advanced warning, as well as to be able to place his own ship in the line of fire to protect the rest of the ships under his command.

He started as he noticed a shadow flash over the water between the convoy and their pursuers. Then his jaw dropped as a wall of water erupted in his field of view, followed briefly by an enormous roar of tortured air that he belatedly identified as a sonic boom. He lowered his binoculars and jerked his eyes up and to the left, searching for the mad man flying fast enough to generate that kind of shockwave. It didn't take long to pick up the fireball, which dissipated shortly thereafter. Raising his binoculars once more, he focused on the form of the flying woman who had been inside.

She was different, even by kanmusu standards. Rather than the varied and… colorful "uniforms" routinely adorned by the kanmusu he had interacted with, this one was wearing a reasonably comfortable looking black-and-red one-piece garment which was covered in places by her rigging. Said rigging comprised of a chest piece that acted as a harness for the large, light grey ellipsoid attached to her back and a pair of similarly colored, mid-shin length greaves that encased her feet that had nacelles attached to the bottom like the blades of ice skates.

The commander's breath caught as the woman turned away to face the still oncoming horde, revealing the obverse of the ellipsoid, and by extension the markings on its surface. Markings that formed words that had inspired entire generations.

USS Enterprise

NCC-1701-D

Sorry for the delay in putting this out, I wanted to ensure it was up to my standards, both in length and quality. So here we have Enterprise and her First Contact with Kancolle Earth. To any curious the time period is 2020, and to anyone who can figure out why Enterprise awoke on, or above really, Mars, you will have my congratulations. Same to anyone who can figure out the significance of a task force named AL led by the carrier Ryuujou.

To any who haven't visited my profile yet, there is a poll for other Star Trek ships to appear. Vote to get one added if you want, and if the one you want isn't there, feel free to PM me with suggestions. Reviews with constructive criticism are always welcome.

Notes:

*The chest plate takes inspiration from Star Trek Online, most specifically the Federation Special Forces 3 costume piece for the chest.

**The Eugenics Wars of Star Trek canon began in 1992, which was before the internet became the internet, so Enterprise would not have known what it was.

***Blue Alert, or condition blue, is an alert status on Starfleet vessels used in exceptional situations, such as environmental hazards, power failure, docking and, most relevant, landing protocols for ships with that capability. It was used for this situation in the Voyager episode "Demon."

****She may be a shipgirl, but Enterprise's original hull had a supercomputer as standard equipment, and to quote Data: "For an android, that is an eternity."