"Raise shields! Tell Shran to back his ship off to 100km of the outer perimeter of the battle and act as artillery with his torpedoes and anything else he can muster. Malcolm I want you to coordinate your attacks. We have three phase distrupter pods, do the most work with them as you can. T'Pol, keep searching for any ship that is weakest. If we can take out half of them, we may give home a chance. Trip?"

"Yes, sir."

"If it looks like this ship is about to be destroyed or overtaken by boarding parties….you know what to do."

"Don't worry, we won't let them have your father's ship. Besides, how could I sleep without the hum of these engines as my lullaby?" Trip had to smirk at himself. 'You are about to bite the big one, and your joking about not being able to rest in peace…Just hope my great-grandfather isn't watching.'

"Hoshi, keep trying to get a message to home. Try reaching Xena Station, I'd think that that would be the place for them to mass the Emergency Defense Fleet. If you get them, give them our current location and tell them that they must stay out of transporter range of the enemy."

"Yes, sir!" Hoshi looked across the bridge to her husband of all of six minutes now. 'I will not fail. I won't let these bloodsuckers rob me of my honeymoon.'

"Helm, bring us about, and drop us out of warp. Tell the Vulcans to engage the targets on the opposite side of us. That way we can each take half of them."

On the screen, the stars faded back to their points and the enemy soon loomed over them.

"Sir, we are being hailed."

"Accept text only and display on the screen, cite problems with our communcations array." Archer had to smile. Anything he could do to buy even a few minutes would allow the Earth's defenses to become that much stronger. 'Maybe if we are lucky, the Vulcans and Andorians might be able to get a few ships in on the fun.'

The starscape was replaced with the text that shocked him:

"Captain Jonathon Archer of the Starship Enterprise. You are hereby ordered to stand down disable your weapons and prepare to be boarded. Your crew will become part of our species and your ship will be turned against your homeworld. You are vastly outnumbered and outgunned. You have 30 seconds to comply or we will open fire."

"Those assholes will not lay another finger on our vessel. We have fought too long and too hard to just give her up so that she can be used to conquer. To the Enterprise!" Captain Jonathon Archer threw his hand into the air and gave the command.

"All head ¾ impulse, dead ahead. Malcolm, focus the forward disrupters on that big bastard ahead of us. Fire the stern disrupter on her as we pass by and then begin your firing procedure." The ship shuddered slightly at the force of her impulse engines enaging, and soon she was in the midst of the enemy fleet. "Keep her steady. Keep her steady. NOW!!! Turn the ship along it's x-axis, do one rotation every 10 seconds. Malcolm, fire at will. If you see a ship that is about to bite the big one, fire a torpedo to make sure and move your targets ahead. Trip—"

"Dr. Phlox reporting to the Bridge for duty." Phlox rushed onto the bridge carrying his medical kit.

"Doc, aren't you needed in Sick Bay?"

"Not when every patient demanded a duty post after your little speech. Besides, most of the medical crews from the ships we took refuges from were intact. We have more than enough medical teams. My post, is the bridge. I said when I came on board that I valued this post as a chance to view human nature. Now, I am want to defend their right to exist.

"Doctor…." Jon didn't know what to say. But he was shaken out of his stupor when three ships all fired on Enterprise simultaneously, making the bridge buck underneath him. "Return fire! What's the damage?"

"Sheilds are taking the brunt of the fire. They are down to 78 of their initial setting."

"Captain, it seems that we are more outnumbered than we thought." T'Pol brought up on the screen the view from the longest range optical scanner. There were at least 50 ships coming in. All looked like giant spheres.
"Sphere-builders? I thought they were destroyed."

"The design is similar, but they are far weaker vessels."

"Still, 50 more ships like these, and we won't be able to hold them off for too long."

"How long till they get here?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"Then, let's do what we can, then when they get here, I will…"

Everyone looked at him, knowing what the next words would be.

"….I will blow up the Enterprise."

.On Board the Intrepid.

The Vulcans were sending seven ships, the Andorians twelve, even the Klingons were sending what they had in the area, which was two ships. "Hell of a way to fight. I don't know whats coming or what I will have when they will get here. What's worse, if they are cloaked, they could already be here, just analyzing us to determine our weaknesses."

It wasn't like there would be much to analyze. Apart from Intrepid, no other ship had shields. Columbia was the next powerful, since she was slightly modified with heavier weaponry, but beyond that, there really wasn't much that could be done outside of lobbing torpedoes at the invaders.

And that was his plan. If they attacked, he would simply order the fleet to continuously retreat and fire as they could until they reached the Verteron Array. If it failed to destroy all of them, well….

He shook his head. 'This isn't the time to think about that Forest. You need to get a hold of yourself. If Jon is dead, then you are all that stands between them and those, whatever they were.' He had told off the world leaders, who were even now trying to get his head on a silver plate. "Those morons. I told them what is happening and they could only think about the impact of me moving StarFleet to the Moon."

"Sir, for what it matters, I think you are doing the right thing."

"Hear Hear!"

"Did I say that out aloud?" He caught himself, adjusted the zipper on his jumpsuit. "Just because you think it is right, doesn't change what we need to do here now. We—"

"Admiral! One of Xena Station's long range satillites is detecting a battle!"

"Where!?" Forest jumped from his seat and moved over to the communications station.

"1.5 light-years out."

"Take us there."

"Sir?"

"Just do it. Put the pedal to the metal and get this ship moving! One of our ships is out there, and I am not about to let it die alone, got it!"
"Yes sir!" The bridge crew chimed.

'Hold on Jon, I'm coming. I'm bringing the fleet and a surprise with me.'