It has been one week since dealing with the temporally displaced Dominion fleet and the retaking of Deep Space Nine.

Fleet Admiral Tuvok stood in front of a window, black hands clasped behind his back, in his temporary quarters abroad DS9, looking out at the stars and the ships that were coming to or leaving the station. He was a tall man, six-foot and one-inch to be precise, with purple scale-like skin. His ears were pointed. His hair was black and combed back. He was dressed in the black, red, and gold of a Starfleet admiral with a fleet admirals bars on his collar. The chime for his quarters sounded. "Enter." Said Tuvok, his voice was deep and cultured, reminiscent of Earths England, as he turned to the door.

The door opened and in walked a female half human half Betazoid Starfleet officer. Her makeup was a dark shade of purple, her hair was black, and she wore it long with the right side pulled behind her left ear. Her uniform was that of a Commanding officer, but with the blue stripe of a science officer and the pips on her collar showed she was a commander. "Fleet Admiral." Said the woman as she walked up to him, her voice smooth and relaxed.

"First Officer Kesta Riker . How is the crew fairing with our unconventional shore leave?" First officer Kesta tilted her head left and right with a slight grimace on her face.

"I've been getting mixed results. Most are doing fine, while others are finding it difficult to accept the loss of the ship and some of their fellow crewmembers." She paused a moment "Feelings our captain is sharing?"

Tuvok gave her a sad smile. "It was hard to give the order to abandon the Voyager."

Kesta gave him a sympathizing look. "I know it was Tuvok. It was had to follow that order for all of us." Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she gave him a teasing smirk. "It would have been worse if our captain had gone down with the ship in his attempt to retrieve that." She tilted her head at the model on the small table to the left of the room. It was a model of an Intrepid class star ship and it was attached to a large trapezoidal base with a plaque that read 'U.S.S. Voyager'.

Tuvok chuckled. "Had to save it. That model has been with me since I assembled it on the Voyager." Kesta shook her head at the memory of her captain running to his ready room instead of the turbolift shouting that he had to get something, only to come out with that model saying 'Okay, now we can go.'

"Yes, and I'm sure your friendship with Admiral Janeway and her crew have nothing to do with it." Tuvok gave her a playful glare. Kesta laughed at her friend and captain, before she looked at him. "Your also worried about something else? Our new mission?"

Tuvok frowned and turned back to looking out the window. "Kinda wishing I never left Voyager" Kesta joined him in looking out the window.

"Yes, but then you would never have met the greatest best friend and first officer, that of course was me, or become one of the youngest admirals in the history of Starfleet."

Tuvok rolled his eyes, "I doubt Janeway would put up with your sass like I do. Word around Starfleet is that Captain Kessri has the habit of threatening her subordinates with a trip out airlock."

"Like you haven't thought of sending me out an airlock before." Said the Betazoid with a laugh. Her face gained a serious look, "No more changing the subject Tuvok,what's on your mind?"

After a long moment Tuvok sighed, turned, and walked to the table where the model was. Next to the model was a single PADD, Tuvok picked it up and handed it to the commander. "Task force omega has asked for our assistance in dealing with the Borg advance in the Gamma Orionis Sector."

Kesta read through the padd but stopped and looked up at him. "It says Captain Nog asked for us by name? We don't even have a ship yet!"

Tuvok was about to say something when his combadge chirped. "Commander Nerys to Fleet Admiral Tuvok."

Tuvok tapped his badge. "Tuvok here, what can I do for you commander?"

"We just got word, your new ship will be ready in one hour."

Tuvok smiled at Kesta, who was also smiling at the news. "Very good commander. Please inform my senior staff to meet me and First Officer Riker in opts for a first look at our new ship."

"Acknowledged Fleet Admiral." Replied Commander Nerys.

Kesta's blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "Let's go see our ship!"

Tuvok smiled at her. "You go on ahead. I'll be right behind you."

Kesta smirked at the Admiral. "Need to brood about the Borg a little while longer." Tuvok glared at her but had a smile on his face so she knew no harm was done. Tyufia chuckled as she turned to leave, saying over her shoulder "If you're not in opts in five minutes, I'm going to come and drag you away from your self-reflection."

Tuvok smiled as she left, but once the door was closed, his smile was wiped away. "Computer lock the door and deactivate all sensors in this room. Tuvok-omega-five-seven-one-one-two." The computer acquiesced and Tuvok then looked at the model and concentrated.

"I am going to strangle that beady eyed Ferengi P'takh!" growled a large, Six three, Klingon in a Starfleet tactical uniform.

The brown furred female Caitian, who was also in a tactical uniform, next to him in the turbolift sighed, not wanting to ask but in the spirit of not seeing Quark or Hadron killed, she asked, "Which Ferengi and what did they do to you Alexander?"

Lt. Alexander, som of Worf, was one of the few Klingon Starfleet officers to fight against the Empire when the War began.

Alex sneered at the memory of the greedy bartender. "It was the one that doesn't own the bar. I told him I wanted a warrior's drink, and that miserable little taHqeq gave me a foul human concoction called prune juice! Then he insulted my intelligence and the honor of one of the Klingon Empires greatest warriors by saying that it was Ambassador Worf's favorite drink when he was stationed here!"

Lt. Shari, the Caitian, shook her head at her shipmate's reaction. She was the helmsmen of the Voyager and was one of the best pilots to come out of the Academy yet. "I'm pretty sure he's telling the truth." said the third occupant in the turbolift, causing them to turn and look at the Vulcan woman. She had honey colored hair and was wearing an all-black version of their uniform and Intel Glasses. Though they couldn't see her eyes, they knew she was a Hyrulian not a Vulcan because they knew her.

"How would you know that Zelda?" Asked Alexander, his anger shifting to curiosity.

She simply smirked at them, causing Shari's face to shift from curious to disbelief. "You're kidding me. Starfleet Intelligence knows what drinks our enemy's and ally's like to drink?

As the lift came to a stop, Lieutenant Commander Zelda replied "Kira Nerys can never start her morning without her morning Raktajino."

Zelda was brought on to Tuvok's senior staff when she was promoted by Admiral Janeway, her skills in intelligence gathering and security were some of the best and the Admiral couldn't understand why she was stuck in the Academy. As they walked into ops, they saw two other members of the senior staff had beat them there. Dr. Steven, an average sized Cardassian male with black hair and wearing medical whites, and Nurse Emily Aspen, a blonde Bajoran female also in whites and Ms Demi a female Romulan science officer, were deep in a discussion about how ketracel white effects none Jem'Hadar but stopped when they saw their crewmates.

"Lieutenants, Lieutenant Commander." Greeted Ms Demi with a smile at the three new comers, "How's your shore leave been?"

Alex was deep in thought but Shari gave Zelda a side glance. "Oddly enlightening. Apparently, your religious leader needs Klingon coffee to live." Demi gave him an odd look as Apsen and Shari chuckled.

"Don't we all?" Aspen said between chuckles.

Before Demi can inquire more about this, the turbolift opened again, this time depositing their first officer. "What's the joke?" she said after seeing two of her subordinates chuckling.

Alexander rolled his eyes at his crewmates mirth as he answered her. "Starfleet Intelligence knows the eating and drinking habits of most of the galaxy." Kesta gave Intel officer a look that said 'Seriously?'.

The LC shrugged, "You never know when it'll come in handy." She said with an impish grin causing Aspen to chuckle harder, but she quickly composed herself and turned to Kesta. "So, what's the word from the Admiral? Any clues about the ship?"

Kesta shrugged her shoulders, "Sorry Lieutenant, I was giving him a report and was going to ask but Nerys called about said ship. I know that when he took Nine and Ivo with him since they're our heads of Engineering and Operations. Where are our, what's the human term? Oil apes?"

"That would be grease monkey, lass." Said a thick Scottish brogue. They looked up to the see an older human man with greying red hair and a female Borg with black pixy cut hair, both were wearing Starfleet Engineering uniform. The woman's facial and hand implants were like another liberated Borg, Seven of Nine.

"And about the new ship, I canna tell ya. The Admiral has sworn the both of us to secrecy, he didn't want us ruining the surprise." Said Ivo Robotnik, a Photonic officer and Chief engineer under Admiral Tuvok. Is a Overlooker from the Hierarchy race.

Nine of Eight, subjunct of unimatrix zero five, is a Borg that was liberated from the Collective by Admiral Tuvok when he was still a captain. The cube she was on was destroyed by the U.S.S. Defiant. He found her when he and his away team went to see if there were any unassimilated survivors. He found only Nine, who was seriously hurt and whose cortical implants were damaged, cutting her off from the collective. Tuvok quickly brought her back to his ship, Dr. Steven returned her to health, and removed most of her implants. When she woke up, she said she was a Starfleet officer who was assimilated years ago. With her old crew and ship gone, Nine requested to join Tuvok's crew and he accepted.

"Oh, come on Ivo!" said Demi, "You guys have to tell us something! Is it a Pathfinder class? I hear they have an amazing science lab!"

"Hold on Ms Demi," Said Shari, "It could be a Hestia Class Advanced Escort with a Multi-Attack Vector function, that would be quite the ship to pilot."

"Your attempts to discern the class of our new ship are not only incorrect," Said Nine, speaking for the first time, "they are irrelevant. Our ship will be revealed shortly. I believe this can be seen as a lesson in patience." With that last statement, Nine gave a small smug smile.

"Indeed, it is!" Said Tuvok as he entered ops. "How was everyone's impromptu shore leave?"

Alexander stood to attention, "I have discovered a drink that tests a warrior's stamina, it is called prune juice. I think you should try it, sir."

For just a fraction of a second, Tuvok had a look of knowing horror, but quickly schooled his features and smiled at Alex. "Sounds interesting, Lieutenant, but I'm not sure that my biology can process it. My species has a hard time digesting some earth fruits."

Steven had a thoughtful look on his face. "Actually Admiral, I'm fairly sure that your people ca-" At a look from Tuvok that practically shouted shut up, Steven abruptly did just that.

"Now," Tuvok looked to his senior staff as a somber expression came onto his face as he looked to his senior staff. "We have all been through quite a lot together. Klingon warmongers, crazed genetic augmentation scientists, Tal Shiar extremists, Orion slavers, and, more recently the search for Chakotay, and temporally displaced Dominion forces. In all those missions we have never lost a ship. We came close several times, but we never lost a ship.

"The U.S.S. Voyager was a fine ship that was also our home. I did not want to give the order to leave her, but I knew if I didn't, we would have lost every single one of the six thousand souls on her." When Tuvok was trying to decide what to do at that moment in time, he remembered the words of Ambassador Spock: 'The needs of the many, out weigh the needs of the few'.

That had been the deciding factor for him and he gave the order. "We still lost people, but we not only survived, we were able to reclaim this station and perhaps create new diplomatic avenues with the Dominion after returning one of their Founders."

"Admiral," Said Nerys from her console, "Two minutes" Tuvok nodded and turned back to his crew. "And now it's time for a new chapter in our journey together. We've been given a dangerous mission, we'll be up against one of the Federations greatest enemies, and we will need a ship that can take them on."

He nodded to Nerys and she activated the view screen. On the screen was a Federation starship with an angular segmented saucer section that was attached a second voyager style hull and Nacelles were attached by pylons, they were in line with the second hull like Voyager's. Ship had a Enterprise Voyager hybrid look to it. The registry read NCC 1369.

"Is that the Dyson?" asked Demi in confusion.

"No." Said Shari in disbelief. "It's a hestia class."

" Odyssey class " Kesta says.

"The Admiral sprung for all the bells and whistle for this fine lady! Reinforced absorptive shielding, Slipstream drive, transwarp capability, rapid repair worker bee system, super charged weapon systems, a flagship tactical computer, and it comes with an Aquarius Class Escort!" Ivo sighed dreamily, "She is a beauty."

" She does have the most state of the galaxy labs" Ms Demi said smiling.

"Indeed." Said Tuvok with a proud smile for his new ship. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I proudly present: The Federation Starship Revenge , our new home." He looked back to his crew with the same amount of pride. "So, shall we take her for a spin?"