Chapter 1
Admiral Janeway walked through what had once been Starfleet Academy, briskly walking among the reinforced walls that were erected, said the President of the Federation, "to protect the training facility that will yield a new generation of defenders of this fair Federation".
Janeway held back a laugh as she thought of the words that the former President Lastraude had spoken at the last meeting of the few remaining members of the Federation.
The Federation had nearly shattered when the Andorians broke away from the alliance, now it seemed that the alliance was slowly detiriorating.
As Janeway walked up to the former conferance room, (now turned special weapons training area), she remembered the terrible battle that had taken place orbiting Vulcan, where the Federation had taken possibly the worst blow to their numbers since Wolf 359, the loss of the starship Enterprise-H, along with the entire crew, including Admiral Picard.
She walked into the special weapons training area as the cadets were training with Instructer Brutus on how to defend theirself against batleth attacks.
The cadets, upon seeing Janeway enter the room, saluted, and quickly shuffled themself into line.
Their instructer did a quick headcount, and stood at the end of the line, stiffly saluting.
Janeway marched slowly among the ranks, checking uniforms, and sopped in front of their instructer.
"You said I would be able to see a demonstation of their skills?" she said.
"Of course, Admiral." he said. "All right, cadets, we're going to show the Admiral here some of the skills we've learned in this class!"
The cadets walked over to the racks, where there were 20 hanging batleths, and 20 small hand phasers, set to stun. Janeway walked over with them, and selected a large batleth.
Instructer Brutus walked over to her, and said, "I thought you were going to watch them."
"I want to test them against an unfamiliar opponent." she said shortly. "Select one of your cadets that has shown the most promise. One with a phaser."
The instructer quickly selected a boy of 16 with a small phaser. Janeway stood up, and entered the floor, holding her batleth.
The cadet looked at her, and the weapon, and snickered.
In a flash, Janeway lashed forward with her batleth, and hit his chest with the blunt edge, knocking the breath out of him.
"Lesson number 1. Never let your guard down." she said.
The cadet rose from the floor, wheezing, and sluggishly aimed his phaser for her leg.
Janeway expertly flipped her batleth, knocking the phaser from his hand.
She turned to their instructer, handed him her batleth, and said, "This is the best of your class?" and slowly walked out of the training area.
Instructer Brutus stood there for a while, stunned, then turned back to his cadets, and started their next drills.
Later...
Janeway was sitting, alone, in the designated eating area, when suddenly, the alarms started blaring. The red lights on the walls were glaring when a harsh voice sounded on the intercom.
"Red Alert! Red Alert! This is not a drill! The Klingons are attacking stations Beta 4 and Gamma 2! Teams Alpha and Delta, dispatch to areas 3 and 5! Repeat, this is not a drill!"
The reinforced shutters over the windows slid shut, and the intercom kept blaring instructions, and civilians and younger cadets were running and screaming towards the attack shelters, and Janeway was bustled along with the mass of panicked people as they ran into the hallways.
Emergency Medical Holograms (Mark 10s) were automatically activated in the medical bays, and they stood by for further instructions.
Janeway shed a small tear as she thought of their old EMH Mark 1. (You see, after they returned home, right into the war, Voyager had been taken by the Klingons, and when they found the Doctor, they immediately decompiled his program.)
The doors to the shelters opened, and people were bustling into them as fast as they were opening.
Janeway got nudged and shoved into Shelter B, along with a hundred other people, all terrified.
The intercom fizzed to life above their heads, and an urgent voice started screaming into it.
"ZZZKlingonsZZZZtakenZZZZfleet Command! TheyZZZZcoming your way! TryingZZZZsend reinforcemenZZZ!ZZZZZZAAAAGZZZZ!"
Most of the message was static, but it got the point across. The Klingons were heading towards the shelters!