Hello all my lovely readers,

Just a quick note before we start.

First of all, guys I am super, super sorry about my lack of updates on my other three stories. I have gotten beyond stuck, honestly, no inspiration what so ever. And, so far any bits or fragments of inspiration I have gotten have all ended up at dead ends. This said, I am not giving up. It will take time, but I'm determined to get an update.

Second, in addition to that, I've had quite the busy summer, and am still busy with two summer camps coming up and a trip to Tennessee to visit family this month. So I know it sucks, but time is also an issue in addition to my lack of inspiration.

Third, I've most recently gotten into the Star Trek fandom... As if I need another fandom to suck me in or obsess over (I mean really, it's like a big black sucking vortex that won't let go. Haha).

Anyways, so this is my first Star Trek story and am I bit nervous about it. I sincerely hope that I don't botch the characters or terminology and I do justice for the Star Trek universe/fandom as well as give it the respect the fandom, characters, show/movie/series deserve.

This said, if there is any major discrepancies or issues that veer too much from the Star Trek universe, or I am screwing up terminology/references please let me know by review or PM. But gentle, constructive help please.

Much love to all & thank you all my lovely followers/favs for sticking with me! You guys are so wonderful and amazing!

Polkadottedgiraffe11

No One's POV

It was year three of the USS Enterprise first five year mission.

The command shift started out like any other normal day. And, in hindsight, Kirk thought, any day that started out remotely calm was bound to be fucked up. It was just the Kirk luck.

Fingers drumming lightly on the console of his command chair, Kirk lazily looks up from his PADD, observing the quiet moment on the Bridge and fellow senior officers. Uhura was typing away at her station, no doubt immersed in her linguistic studies while Sulu and Chekov manned the helm and navigation as usual and Commander Spock focused on task of cataloging new plants from the previous planetary exploration.

PADD clattering against the armrest, Kirk shifted and stretched in his seat, lounging more comfortably.

But it was in that moment red flashing Bridge lights sounded a warning.

"Keptin!" Chekov shouts, Kirk immediately shifting focus.

"Report Chekov." Kirk orders.

"Klingon ships. Zer ez three of zem sir." Chekov informs, his boyish brown eyes widened in alarm.

"They've caught sight of us Captain. They've locked on and are coming in fast." Sulu adds, turning to look at Kirk briefly.

"Raise shields to 100%. Uhura send out a transmission. Attempt to hail. Sulu, weapons ready. Hold unless fired upon." Kirk orders, immediately shifting into "captain" mode, sitting up straight in his command chair, squaring shoulders and tensing his jaw.

If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they'd get. Captain James T. Kirk and the USS Enterprise would not back down.

A chorus of "aye" and "captain" resounded, a flurry of activity following, Spock taking his place on the right hand side of his captain.

Warning lights flashing, alarms blare as the first missile from Klingon ships hits the shield, rocking the USS Enterprise from the impact.

"Keptain!?" Chekov asks, turning to glance at Kirk for further instruction.

"Uhura?" Kirks asks, turning to his communication's officer.

"I've hailed them sir. Three times. No response." Uhura informs, already knowing, without explanation, the Captain's question.

"Hail once more." Kirk instructs.

"Sir." Uhura acknowledges, turning back to her consol.

"No response." Uhura informs a moment later.

"Shields are taking impact. 93%." Sulu informs.

"Weapons ready. Fire at will. Take them out Sulu." Kirk orders, face stoic and firm.

In another chaotic flurry of activity, the USS Enterprise and three Klingon warbirds were in a fully engaged battle, explosions setting off around and between the ships, debris flying through space as missiles and parts of ships scattered.

"Keptain- zer- iz thwree more incoming!" Chekov informs, eyes wide as radar picks ups three blips incoming from behind.

"We'll be boxed in sir." Sulu adds, looking anxious and tense.

"Shit." Kirk swears, brain whirling tactically.

"Warp speed Sulu. Try and get behind them."

"Warp core is down sir. Klingon ships sent out a frequency that is interfering. We're sitting ducks." Sulu informs promptly.

"Bridge to Engineering. Scotty, report." Kirk coms.

"Engine's been hit sir. Warp core's down too." Scotty reports, the hiss and clang of metal in the background.

"Damn it!" Kirk swears, knowing that the chance of survival was slimming by the moment.

Now Kirk wasn't one to believe in no-win scenarios, and definitely had a track record for getting out of impossible situations, but it didn't mean he liked being put in a no-win situation, especially when it risked his crew or beloved USS Enterprise.

"Thanks Scotty. Keep working on it and keep me posted." Kirk responds.

"Aye Captain. Will do. Engineering out." Scotty copies.

Refocusing, Kirk rattles off various orders, the battle between the Enterprise and Klingon ships intensifying as three more Klingon warbirds join the assault.

"Shields critical Captain!" Sulu calls out, still firing at the Klingons, two warbirds obliterated and another critically damaged.

"Bridge to Engineering. Scotty, how's it going down there? Any progress on the warp core?"

"Only 15% functional. We just might have enough for warp speed three." Scotty replies, a resounding banging of metal coming through the com, as he tampers with the core.

"Copy that. Sulu punch it. Defensive maneuvers. Get us out of here." Kirk orders, the Bridge crew once more jumping into motion, with the fluidness of a well-oiled machine that only years of service together, a superior Senior Command crew and the best command team, with the finest Starfleet flagship, could have.

"Engaging engines, set to warp speed three sir." Sulu informs, the USS Enterprise humming as it shoots off.

"Klingons zar still vin pursuit. Weapons' system z-ocking on Keptain!" Chekov informs urgently.

"Defensive maneuvers Sulu. Scotty, can you give us any more power?"

"Nay Captain. Not at the moment. The Enterprise, she's working as hard as she can sir. I'm fixin' it, but not fast'n enough." Scotty answers, the hissing and clanging intensifying, as shouts from Engineering crew echo in the background.

"Thanks Scotty. Keep up the good work. Captain out." Kirk says, ending the com link.

"Chekov, the Klingon ships?"

"Still vin pursuit Keptain." Chekov reports.

Suddenly another alarm blared, the ship rocking violently to one side as an explosion hits, forcing the Enterprise out of warp and into a standstill, also knocking several of the Bridge crew, including Kirk, out of their seats.

"Captain, are you alright?" Spock asks, immediately kneeling to assist Kirk if injured.

"Fine. Fine. I'm fine. Thanks Spock." Jim waves off unconcerned, picking himself up from the ground and stumbling into his chair ungracefully as the ship rocks once more.

"Bridge to Engineering. What the hell was that Scotty? What's happening down there!?" Kirk asks, now settled back in his command chair.

"Engine's officially down Captain. We're at'a standstill. A sittin' duck to aim at. Those last hits were rough. We're scrambling down here. Not sure what's workin' or what's down." Scotty reports.

"Damn it!" Kirk growls, fist clenching and slamming down on his armrest.

This was the epitome of a no- win situation, and the Captain's brain whirled trying to figure out how to get them out of this hopeless predicament.

"Captain!" Sulu calls, drawing Kirk's attention to the front, where the lead Klingon ship had turned to face them, the other remaining two looming off to either sides of the Enterprise flank.

"Sulu send a distress signal." Kirk orders, still desperately trying to think of a way out. I mean damn it, he was James T. Kirk, Captain of the finest flag ship in the Starfleet Federation, the USS Enterprise. He was not going out like this.

"Distress signal sent Captain." Sulu informs, though his own thoughts echoed the unsaid, unneeded worry of the entire Bridge crew.

Who was even out there to help? They were in deep space, light years away from any civilization, and even further from a Starfleet Federation planet or ship capable of aiding them. This was neutral territory, marooned in the middle or left after being blown to bits, it would be weeks, maybe even months until they were even realized to be gone, and by then I'd be too late.

"Sulu switch the last of our power to the launchers. If we're going down, we'll go down fighting." Kirk orders determinedly, sparing a fleeting, affectionate glance towards his Bridge crew. The best damn crew he'd ever have and the best command team, the best Captain a ship's Senior crew could ever have.

"Aye Captain." Sulu echoes, flipping reserve power to the launchers.

Weapons firing from both sides, it was as if the world slowed around them, missiles flying towards the Enterprise, lights and alarms blaring haywire as the projectiles and threat was imminent.

"It's been an honor to be your Captain." Kirk manages to say, looking around at his beloved crew. Friends, comrades, subordinates, family.

"Sir. And it's been an honor to serve you as our Captain." Sulu says seriously, the team echoing their sentiment.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep…

Like an omniums countdown to their impending demise.

Bracing for impact, the first missile hits, the protective shield fracturing and shattering to complete nothingness, knocking all personnel on the Bridge onto the ground from the harsh impact, all instinctively scrambling for a secure hold on something, anything. This was it. This was the end.

But then, suddenly, like a dramatic impossible scene in an action movie, the three Klingon ships exploded, shrapnel flying as the ships are completely and utterly obliterated, missiles, from unknown origin, striking the lethal blows, the projected missiles flying towards the Enterprise detonating like exploding stars around them, blinding and harsh, but never hitting, raining down on the invisible barrier that had surrounded the USS Enterprise like fiery rain.

"Keptain!" Chekov shouts, confusion and fear coloring his tone as his head peaks curiously up from where he was ducking under his console.

Because as the dust settled, the explosions and fiery rain ceasing, a ship, black as the void of space and night itself, rivaling the size, speed and weaponry of the previous USS Vengeance, loomed ominously in front of them, dominate, commanding, infinite.