The Time Lord Empire.

The Khanate of New Earth.

6 years after the End of the Earth - Minbari war.


Booted feet kicked the dead Minbari away from the controls, and through the corridors the decapitated bodies of the Minbari slain in the assault, blood splattered walls and floors, the ship was a slaughterhouse. The people that committed this act were armoured in armour in red, the colour of blood, lead by armoured troopers in blue.

The blue one gestured to the bodies, " Remove these carcasses, but don't space them." He added. " We shall keep them for genetic analysis. Order the Scientist crew to board the ship."

The red clad troopers bowed their heads to follow the order, and the blue clad leader removed his helmet. If any of the Minbari crew had survived they would never have believed it. The figure was tall, massive and muscular. His head was square, with a finely sculptured head, almost as if a sculptor had spent years doing the head and body justice. His hair was black, with shaggy bangs, but his eyes, cold and green were like chips of emerald. His mouth was firm and his jaw was hard. His hands were big, gloved and strong. His armour was shining blue, with a utility belt containing disruptor, power cells, com link, medical kit, scanner, and explosives.

He was a Strategist of the Khanate, the last of humanity. Orange garbed humans appeared, and the Strategist gestured towards the scientists. " You have your orders. You have two hours to prepare this ship for the journey home."

The Scientists didn't protest, they knew their place in the Order. They did their work, and the Strategist commended them for that.


The Strategist did an inspection of the Sharlin as they moved the ship away from the Minbari Federation before he teleported back to the Warbird. The Strategist nodded approvingly towards the augment at the controls. Teleport technology was brand new and it was on the pinacle pieces of technology the Khanate had developed from alien technology. If only the minds in the galaxy bothered to actually put their minds together, they could do so much to achieve greatness. Instead they just simply pranced around saying they had the best and they didn't need to go any further.

Not the Humans, and certainly not the Khanate.


Watching from the transparent viewport of his private quarters, the Strategist gazed at the view of the Sharlin class cruiser, thinking of how this day had come around. Throughout human history, there had been those who had done things privately, rogue organisations were set up to keep humanity in the shadows, but the Project, the oh so glorious project that spawned the augments, was the opposite. Project Chrysalis had been started seven years before the Dilgar war, and just after the First Contact with the Centauri. As more and more alien races were discovered, so too was the knowledge humans were not perfect compared to races that were incredibly strong like the Narns. Project Chrysalis was to change that. A genetic project, designed to augment human DNA and change people into superhumans, people of incredible strength, cunning, ambition, intelligence many times greater than that of any other scientist, with ingenuity improved, enhanced speed, strength, stamina, reflexes, enchanced healing power, denser bone and muscle structures.

For many years, the development of the augments was furthered, with the most advanced technologies going into it, and they created many embryos, thousands in fact. During the Earth-Minbari war, many of the embryos had been turned into children and there were scientists teaching them everything from the alphabet to quantum and hyperspace mechanics, the planet the scientists were using was attacked and the scientists were killed, but the compound for Chrysalis was deep underground, and whilst the normal humans above were being slaughtered, the augments survived, and they watched with cold hearts and minds as the Minbari slaughtered their weaker brethren. When the Minbari left, they left a lot of bodies of their warriors, and the augments daringly managed to steal them, PPGs and fighting pikes. For a long time, the augments fought amongst themselves, until one day, one of their members managed to rally the augments around. The augments followed him, but their ambitious nature was still there, and even a rallying leader could not be complacent.

His name was Khan.

The Khanate was an order, and their hierarchy was rigid. At the top and in total command was the High Supreme, Khan himself, followed by the Supremes, the leaders of the Order, and directly below them were the Strategists, they lead the battles and composed tactical scenarios and evaluated potential targets for the Empire.

Beneath the Strategists lay the Scientists. Responsible for the building of ships and maintaining them, they also formed the backbone of the intellectual forces of Khans' army. They came up with new weapons, new means of technology that the Khanate could come up with. They had already taken apart the technologies of numerous species already save the Vorlons, and now they were going to determine the potential uses of Minbari technology. They had already discovered shields and teleportation, and transwarp drive. Then there were the Geneticists, who were responsible for the purity of the new Human race, who represented the last of humanity, but they were also responsible for the Army.

The Army were the heart of the Khanate, the strongest of them all, and lead by the Strategists and supplied by the Scientists, they were the most powerful army in the galaxy. They were clones mostly, and that was the Khan's greatest attribute; an army that can be grown at the rate of many millions in a small amount of time. But the Khanate was not strong enough yet to wage full scale war.

The Strategist marched onto the bridge of the ship. It was a Narn heavy cruiser, captured by the Khanate, modified with gravity plating and transwarp drive and commandered for the use of the Khanate. " Report!" He demanded.

One of the Scientists turned in his direction and saluted, " The Minbari warship has had the transwarp coil installed, and we've fitted the controll unit to the device. It's ready for the return to new Earth."

The Strategist nodded, " Excellent. Advise the Supreme Council we have succeeded in the mission and we are preparing to return home."

" As you command."

" Send a message to the controller on the Sharlin," the Strategist continued to give orders. " Open a transwarp conduit to New Earth."

" At once."

The journey through the conduit was like stepping into a faster moving river and being swept away by the current. It was a multihued tunnel, with the Sharlin and the Heavy cruiser were being carried through space. The Strategist studied the conduit's tunnel with satisfaction. Unlike jump engine technology, transwarp allowed for more rapid transit, and there were no gravitational distortions to slow the ship down.

The helm operative announced, " We will be at the end of the conduit in...5...3...2...1." The tunnel ended in a flash of light, and the Strategist leant forward in his chair as the Heavy cruiser he commanded, and surveyed the space surrounding the world known as New Earth.

The planet was similar to Earth, but the solar system it was in was surrounded by a dark matter nebula, providing perfect cover. The Augments lead by Khan had discovered the planet long ago, and they settled here. The planet was one of many in this section of the galaxy, and it provided the perfect cover for the Khanate to rise from the ashes of the Earth alliance.

Above the planet, numerous ship yards and dock facilities were being finished, and the ships of dozens of cultures were already present; Vree, Narn, Drazi, Drakh, and now Minbari. All the technologies present in the ships would go on and create new ones for the Khanate and their own gain.

" Prepare my shuttle for launch. I need to make my report to the council." The Strategist ordered.

" At once, lord."


Teleportation was not allowed on the planet, and that made things substantially difficult, but since teleport tech was still new it had yet to be installed on all the new facilities, but the fleets had yet to be built for the conquest of the galaxy. The Strategist landed on the landing area of the Grand Palace, the home of Khan. As soon as the left the shuttle, the Strategist walked through the palace, his armour replaced with an ornately cut blue tunic with a silver belt of sparkley metallic material with his disruptor and battle sword, his polished knee high boots echoing slickly on the marble floors. It had taken a good few years for the palace to be built along with the city with the help of robots, but they had done their work as the High Supreme dictated.

A trooper escorted him through to the gardens where Khan was waiting.

Augments were posted as guards around the garden, and Khan himself marched over to the Strategist. When the High Supreme approached, the Strategist dropped to one knee and bowed his head.

Khan replendent in his gold/black tunic and uniform smiled, " Rise, my friend. You have done well, Strategist Lord Marcus. With your contributions, our noble species will once again rule."

To a normal human, the arrogant confidence of the Augments and their belief of Human superiority which made them believe humans were godlike, would be disgusting.

Marcus'd head bowed lower, " I live to serve thee, My lord."

Khan smiled. " I know."

" Your mission has been met with resounding success. With Minbari technology, the first ships should be ready for building." Khan was saying as they both walked through the gardens.

" When will the ships be ready without the introduction of Minbari technology?" Marcus asked, his hands folded respectfully.

Khan sighed, " The technologies we've developed already have already given us the means to build radical starships. The army have already started creating clones for widespread deployment. Super weapons devised by the Scientist corps are being planned, and the Strategists, " Khan nodded in Marcus's direction with a smile. " Are working on devising the best means of eradicating our enemies, and reducing them to the lower forms of life they represent."

Marcus bowed his head, his ambitious mind working on a means to take advantage of this. " What of the Minbari?" He asked.

Khan waved a hand dismissively, " I intend to turn them into helots."

" Slaves? You do not intend to destroy them?" Marcus asked before he remembered himself and where he was.

Khan was neither angry nor pleased with being questioned, but he answered the question honestly. " Our basic," he sneered the word like he had a disgusting taste in his mouth, " ancestors made an error in judgement, and it cost them ships, planets, lives. I will not see our future go the same way. The New Humans, the masters of the Master race perish the same way. That is why I have ordered all technologies researched, even theoreticians are being drafted to assist in the war plans. Nothing must stand in our way, Marcus. Not the Minbari, the Centauri, the Narns, or even a Basic human, if they still exist or not."

The Strategist licked his lips. There had been rumours of humans who had managed to escape the destruction of Earth, but in 6 years there was no sign of them, but there were reports the Khanate had detected and intercepted that spoke of Hyperion class warships, and new warships being designed for a retaliatory war of revenge on the Minbari, but nothing had come from them. Marcus knew that Khan was making a good point, the basics may have created them and their new perfection, but the augments owed them nothing. The augments were a whole new species, and they were prepared for war.


Out in the Outer rim.

General Rickman and Senator Morgan Clarke looked over the Centauri warship they had had captured, swarms of dedicated scientists and engineers going over the ships hull before they turned to face the Predator class destroyers, the most advanced warships the humans had ever produced. Six years of pain and persecution had made the last of humanity stronger, and now they would avenge their fallen comrades, and their home planet. Earth.

The New Earth Alliance was in the process of being restored to the Galaxy at large.