Author's Note: This is a general rewrite of the original version of Destiny's Child, I have come to the conclusion that it needs to be done before I can carry the story forward any further. Much of the story will remain as it was before though there will be slight changes and modifications here and there.

Timeline is the same the story starts one year after the return of Voyager to the Alpha Quadrant and four months after Star Trek: Nemesis. Stargate events take place from just at the end of the fifth season episode Between Two Fires.

Captains log Stardate 57381.2.

We have been dispatched to a remote part of the Alpha Quadrant to investigate reports of starships disappearing and reappearing in an area where long-range scans have shown unusual subspace variations. This is the first time that the Resolution will enter an area of non-normal space. I look forward to seeing how ships systems perform.

Captain Darien Parker sat behind his ready room desk and finished his log entry as he did at the beginning and end of every duty shift. The chair he was sitting in squeaked slightly as he adjusted his position trying to get a bit more comfortable. Like everything else onboard the chair was brand new and he hadn't really had enough time to break it in. His cool grey eyes wandered around the ready room.

Even though the Resolution had been in space for three months there was still more than a taste of freshness and newness in the room as there was throughout the whole of the generation two Sovereign-class ship. The walls were a soft silver grey as was the carpeted ready room floor. Standing out against the soft silvery-grey of the walls was something that seemed very out of place on a ship designed to fly amongst the stars. Partially built into the wall was a curved tank that ran almost floor to ceiling filled with crystal clear water. Inside the brightly coloured fish swam lazily amid the fronts of gene tailored aquarium plants and the gentle streams of bubbles produced by air pumps hidden at the base of the tank. Some of the fish in the tank were Terran but most were not of the six species in there four of them were from the colony world of Malora II - the world he called home. Wistfulness briefly came into his eyes as he looked at the tank and the lazily swimming fish. It's been so long since I was last home, he thought thinking fondly of Malora II.

At thirty-one standard years of age he was unusually young to hold captain's rank. Let alone the commanding officer of a state of the art Sovereign-class starship like the Resolution. But he had earned his command during the fire and pain of the three year war with the Dominion during which he had been first officer on the Nebula-class cruiser Challenger - his ingenuity and innate tactical skills had helped numerous times during the war and had saved the Challenger and her crew and others from dying at the hands of the Jem'Hadar, Cardassians and Breen on numerous occasions. His skills and ability to command had not gone unnoticed by Starfleet Command and as a result he had been given the rare honour of command of a starship before he was forty. Few officers had ever been given that honour amongst them some of the most honoured names in Starfleet history names like James Kirk, Christopher Pike, Kathryn Janeway and Jonathan Archer.

After the war the Challenger's commanding officer Captain Sorrell - who was a Vulcan - had recommended Darien for promotion to captain. That recommendation had finally been accepted and acted upon by Starfleet a year ago - on the very same day in fact that Voyager returned triumphantly from the Delta Quadrant equipped with new technologies that astounded Starfleet and caused a political storm the likes of which the Federation Council had not seen since the Genesis Experiment of a hundred years ago.

When Voyager returned the technologies that she had had been immediately whisked away by Starfleet Command, the Temporal Integrity Commission and the Federation Council and sealed under the tightest security. Captain Janeway - now Vice Admiral Janeway - hadn't put up with that for very long. Like many legends of the fleet she had a fire and determination about her and had immediately set out to unlock the technologies of Voyager and make them available for use in the fleet. She'd quickly won over many of the top admirals at Starfleet Command including Fleet Admirals Owen Paris, Alynna Nechayev, T'Lara, Shren and William Ross, winning over the Federation Council and the Temporal Integrity Commission had been much harder. The debate had raged for nearly two months. The TIC and some members of the council had argued that the future technology namely the ablative armour generators and transphasic torpedoes 'given' to Voyager by a future Admiral Janeway should be destroyed as a violation of the temporal prime directive. Others had been concerned that Starfleet equipping its ships with such weapons would make the Federation seem like a militaristic culture to outsiders. The anti-Voyager camp had almost won.

Then the Reman Incident as it was now called had happened. The Picard clone Shinzon and his super-warbird the Scimitar had almost destroyed the flagship of the Federation which would have been really demoralising for a populace still picking itself up from the ravages of three years of all out interstellar war that had seen over a billion deaths. It was only through a mix of luck, Picards more seasoned tactical skills and the heroic sacrifice of one of Starfleet's finest officers that enabled the Enterprise to triumph and destroy the Scimitar and Shinzon. As it was the Enterprise had been crippled and had had to be towed back to Federation space by the grateful Romulans.

The sheer frightening power of the Scimitar and Admiral Janeway's testimony about all the dangerous aliens in the rest of the galaxy had finally silenced most of the objections in the council. In the end the president herself directly overrode the objections of the TIC with an executive order - which no one in the Federation could ignore and once issued an executive order couldn't be rescinded except by the specific president who issued it, future presidents couldn't rescind executive orders not without the complete backing of the council, Starfleet Command and the Federation Grand Jury. In the end it had been decided that many of the Voyager technologies including her sensors, armour, weapons and stealth systems would be made standard issue on all fleet ships. And the first two ships to receive the massive upgrade were the Enterprise, which was still in space dock being repaired after being hammered to within an inch of destruction, and the Resolution, which had been nearing completion at the time.

Ironically the newest Sovereign-class ship had never really been intended to be Darien's command. The Federation Council and half of Starfleet Command had wanted to give her to Captain William Riker of the Titan but he'd refused point blank saying he was quiet happy with the Titan, that he and his crew had really moulded together and he didn't want to upset that by suddenly leaving to command a new ship. Admiral Janeway had jumped on the chance and pushed for Darien to be given command of the Resolution and through her persistence he had been given the command and been utterly dumbstruck at the time since it was almost unprecedented for a newly minted captain to be given command of one of the finest and most powerful ships Starfleet had ever built.

As it was he'd had to wait a few months longer for the Resolution to be ready but finally three months ago she had slipped her moorings and pulled out of space dock. Since then Darien and his crew had been getting to know each other and get to know the Resolution herself for it didn't matter what the ship builders and designers said no two starships were ever the same. Each one had its own unique quirks even though it could be identical to any other ship of its class in appearance. Now though the Resolutions trial period was over and she had been given her first assignment and the whole crew was looking forward to it - even Lieutenant Commander T'Lar the Vulcan chief engineer though being Vulcan she would naturally never admit it.

"Bridge to captain," came a cool familiar voice over the comm system. Darien tapped his combadge.

"Yes commander?"

"We're approaching the zone where the most reports have come in from."

"Very well. Drop out of warp. I'll be right out." Darien stood up from behind the desk, stretching slightly to loosen up cramped muscles then he started walking towards the door, hearing the distant powerful thrum of the warp engines die away as he did so.

Stepping out onto the bridge he walked over to the command chair and sat down.

"Status report," he ordered.

"We are holding position just outside the area where the most sightings have occurred," Commander Urlet responded from the first officer's station.

"On screen." The holographic main view screen came on showing an image of the space around the ship. The area they had come to investigate filled space ahead of them, appearing as a mixture of patches of normal space amid sparkling swirls of multicoloured light. It really was quiet beautiful.

"Fire up the astrometric sensors. Let's see what's going on out here."

"Aye sir," the science officer responded eagerly from the science console. With cool efficiency the young male Trill activated the improved astrometric sensors – another gift from the Voyager – and ran a thorough scan of the area. "First results are coming in now sir. Curious."

"What is?" Darien asked rotating the command chair so he could look over at the Trill.

"Sensors show that the structure of subspace in the zone is riddled with quantum fissures of some kind. It's almost as if something has been punching holes in the structure of subspace. I'm reading huge amounts of tachyon and tetryon radiation and moderate gravimetric tides. Our shields will easily be able to withstand them should we enter the zone."

"Let's not be to hasty," Darien responded. "Launch one of our multispatial probes first."

"Aye sir," Lieutenant Commander Christopher Beech replied from the tactical/security station and a multispatial probe launched from one of the forward torpedo tubes.

For a few moments there was silence as the probe reached the zone and disappeared inside.

"Probe telemetry coming in," Lieutenant Rakan reported from the science station. "Humm the gravitational fluctuations are slightly stronger than our initial scans revealed. Still no threat to the ship. Tetryon readings are higher but are not sufficient to pose a threat. We're also picking up low-level amounts of gamma and theta radiation. It's safe for us to go in their captain but not for an extended period of time."

"How long could we stay in there?"

"If the radiation levels don't increase I estimate five hours before they begin to weaken our shields. We could buy more time by activating the ablative armour generators. That would give us twelve hours before the radiation would begin pose a threat to the ship."

"Mr Beech raise shields."

"Aye, sir." The Resolutions latest generation regenerative multispatial shields snapped into existence around the shipenclosing her in a multilayered field of protective energy. Automatically the ship went to yellow alert status. Ablative armour generators powered up but didn't automatically deploy as they would in the case of a red alert.

"Ensign Mills take us into the zone. One quarter impulse."

"Aye sir."

The Resolution moved cautiously into the zone. Immediately she shuddered slightly as she encountered the gravitational distortions but the computer automatically adjusted the inertial dampeners to compensate. Glowing bands of radiation caressed the outer shield layer making the shields glow with a soft blue light as they effortlessly deflected the radiation away from the hull.

"Status," Darien demanded as the deck shivered slightly under his feet as a result of the gravimetric distortions making there presence felt despite the best efforts of the inertial dampeners.

"Shields are holding," Beech reported. That's a relief, Darien thought, the last thing I want is my ship getting damaged on her first real assignment. He turned his attention to the screen the space they were now moving through was spectacular with all its rainbow-coloured ribbons of radiation and gas and the rippling effect of the gravitational distortions.

Abruptly the sensors bleeped.

"Sir sensors show that the gravimetric and subspace distortions directly ahead are getting stronger," Rakan reported.

"Source?"

"I believe a new quantum fissure is forming directly ahead."

"Let's not get too close then. Helm back us up a bit. Rakan focus sensors on the fissure as it opens."

"Aye sir," came the replies from both Ensign Mills and Lieutenant Rakan. The faint background noise of the powerful twin impulse engines that drove the ship in normal space faded away for a second and the ship coasted forward on inertia before the manoeuvring thrusters halted her, then the impulse engines started back up again and the great ship began moving backwards away from the forming fissure.

Ahead of the ship a section of space seemed to ripple more strongly than the surrounding space and started to seemingly fold in upon itself. The sensors registered massive quantum distortions in subspace that grew stronger with every passing moment. Suddenly the distortion zone tore open in a blaze of light, a subspace shockwave shot forth in all directions. The wave slammed into the Resolution almost immediately and the ship shuddered violently with the impact. Darien gripped the armrests of his chair as his body was sucked sideways by the momentary loss of gravitational stability.

"Damage report," Commander Urlet ordered.

"Shields are holding no damage," Beech reported.

"Captain something's wrong," Ensign Mills reported in concern. "The thrust from the impulse engines is fluctuating the fissure's gravimetric field is starting to counter our reverse motion and pull us back towards it."

"Full impulse reverse," Darien ordered. Mill's fed in the commands and the ship started to accelerate to her maximum speed of .65 c away from the fissure then a strange whining began as the impulse engines strained until abruptly they died and the ship jerked forwards as the fissures gravimetric attraction suddenly had unfought attraction on the ship.

Darien urgently tapped his combadge.

"Bridge to engineering what's going on with the impulse drive?"

"The subspace distortion wave has somehow depolarised the impulse driver coil assembly captain," Lieutenant Commander T'Lar responded with the typical Vulcan calm. "The warp coils are having the same problem." Abruptly the Resolution shuddered again with more violence this time.

"Report," Darien ordered clutching his chair arms again to avoid being pitched to the deck as a violent vibration began to be felt throughout the ship.

"The gravimetric field of the fissure is expanding exponentially," Rakan reported his hands flying over his station. "Sensors also report that we are beginning to be bombarded by high energy verteron, neutrino and tachyon particles. Our shields are starting to weaken."

"Red alert." Klaxons wailed throughout the ship. The main lights dimmed and red alert panels began to flash. A thudding sound ran through the ship as the ablative armour automatically deployed. Phaser banks charged up while in the torpedo bays a part of their large compliment of photon, quantum and transphasic torpedoes were automatically moved into the tube firing racks ready to be armed and fired at a seconds notice.

The vibration shaking the Resolution grew worse as another gravimetric wave slammed into the shields. The forward motion of the ship increased as the fissure began to reel her in like a fisherman would a captured fish.

"Bridge to engineering T'Lar we need those impulse drives," Darien said into the comm.

"We are trying our best captain," T'Lar reported calmly. "The impulse coils are not responding to automatic systems. I have a team heading for the control junction now."

"Keep at it bridge out. Ensign Mills how long until we impact the fissure?"

"At our current speed twenty seven seconds." The ship rocked again. "Make that five seconds." Darien keyed a control for ship wide communication on his chair arm.

"All hands brace for collision." A new klaxon wailed through the ship.

"Three seconds… two… one," Ensign Mills called but her last words were lost in a tremendous roar and a sharp pitch hard to port that knocked everyone flying.

The Resolutions forward hull impacted the fissure. Glowing tendrils of pure power raced along the entire six hundred and eighty five meter length of the ship tearing away at the powerful regenerative shielding protecting her. Primary shield generators began overloading under the strain as shield power began dropping exponentially; secondary generators automatically came on adding their power to the beleaguered primaries. But even they were not sufficient to boost the shields enough to withstand the arcs of power grasping at the ship like a hungry starfish. The shields collapsed and the power tendrils began tearing into the ablative armour. In moments the ship was enveloped in a corona of blinding light. Space around the ship warped and distorted seeming to shift from three dimensional to two dimensional to one, then the Resolution disappeared into what appeared as a slit in the universe.