A/N-And here's the final chapter, didn't think it would take 5 months to finish this, considering it's a pretty small story, but in any case, I'll get round to doing the sequel eventually, whenever chaos has progressed the Thundersdawn story enough to bring one in (basically whenever the Endeavour's out of dry-docks) but hope you enjoy.

2 Weeks Later, Thundersdawn, Sol System

Captain Davis stood on the observation deck of Thundersdawn, with his arm in a cast, several stitches going across his forehead, he had looked better, but then again, so had his ship.

Across from him, the RSS Endeavour, was being completely stripped down and rebuilt, much of the hull was salvageable, but not repairable. Thankfully the superstructure was intact for the most part, meaning he wasn't expecting a 6 month refit, but replacing the engines entirely will take some time, and right now, every ship was needed.

"She's going to be in there for a while Captain, I suggest you find something to keep you occupied for now." The smiling face of General Shran said from behind, Davis smirked in response, Shran was quickly becoming the main liaison for the Andorians, like Soval was for the Vulcan's, both races have made tireless efforts into securing the alliance with the Tau'ri, even though no formal documents have been signed, or won't be for quite a while.

"Yours isn't going anywhere fast either, what exactly is been put onto it again?"

"Well from what we've salvaged at Alpha Centuari, a few of those heavy cannons are being put under the microscope, too bad we couldn't get any shields."

"Don't worry, if all goes well with the politicians, you'll get Asgard designed generators, and they can take much more of a pounding."

"True, though those Anti-Matter Torpedoes will even the odds for a while, the first true mass-produced versions will have a bigger punch as well."

"Will certainly help, what's the plan for the defense then?"

"We're you told?" taking the confused look as a no, "In a few months you'll be setting up an outpost on the Vulcan/Aschen border, apparently its called Spacedocks." At that Davis chuckled slightly. "What?"

"Oh never mind, inside joke."

Vulcan, Eridani System

The semi circle of delegates once again met, in the majestic sand stone coloured tower, the leaders of the confederation discussed a topic of great importance, the aftermath of the two battles caused a sigh or relief, or the Vulcan equivalent, for the people of the confederation. But now, to use a Tau'ri phrase, what now?

The delegate from the defense force rose to speak to her associates "Then we must prepare, despite their war with the others, they will no doubt continue to attack us." Minister T'Poc, realised that on this occasion, the usually pacifist resort would not work, and as such, the other delegates entered her domain.

"Indeed, however we must also consider our new allies, the Andorians have offered their services to help protect our worlds in exchange for all technologies gathered in the war, as well as the Anti-Matter weapons." The leader reminded, small grimaces spread across the faces of several delegates.

The minister for science spook up, "One would consider if it was a fair trade or not, are we truly desperate enough to give up our technological advantage?"

"They would have caught up eventually, if we must give up our advantage for our own survival, then it is well worth the sacrifice, however we ourselves must also fortify our worlds, build new ships, as well as ask for further assistance from the Tau'ri, or possibly their other allies." Minister Su'vok suggested, as now the joint minister for both Colonial Relations, and Interstellar Contact.

"Who exactly would we contact?"

The Minister pondered at the thought, looking down to his small pile of notes, he brought out a digital PAD, holding information that the Tau'ri had offered them on their current relations with other parties. "There are several races that could help, but like us, are already involved in conflict, and are unlikely to aid any more then little. There is the Minbari Federation, the Narn Regime, the League of None-Aligned Worlds, the recently formed Free Jaffa Nation, as well as most importantly, the Asgard Federation."

"And will they aid us?"

"We can only hope."

Romulus, Unknown System

Hundreds of light years away, a room of similar purpose stood in the middle of the capital city, the rising hill allowed senators to look down in all directions, the capital city was designed in such a way, that each individual class of people lived in a certain part of the city, the lower you are in society, the lower down you lived. It provided quite a sophisticated view into the Romulan Hierarchy, but the Praetor gave little care to it, he was in his position, they were in theirs, and that's all he really cared about the subject.

Returning to the small circle of senators, he sat in the surprisingly simple chair, he paid full attention to the seemingly out of place woman in the centre of the circle. She was wearing the traditional metal woven uniform of the Imperial Navy, it came to the pointed shoulders that were common place on all Romulan clothing, her insignia indicated her rank, Fleet Admiral, the only one left alive through this war.

She stood formally, and respectfully towards the Praetor, focusing on him, but addressing the entire senate, "Cheron has fallen, the population was completely wiped out, it was…"

"Then they are now within striking range of the Homeworld!" one of the senators yelled, outraged at the news, "the Remans are not building our Warbirds fast enough, every ship we destroy of the Aschen, we lose 2 of our own, and whatever advantage we have with shipbuilding rate, we lose it when another colony falls!"

The admiral sighed inwardly, this is why she hated politics, "Senator if you'll let me…"

But another senator interrupted her, neglecting her point completely, "Isn't it obvious then? We can't win this war on our own, we would be lucky enough if we could force it into a stalemate."

Before she opened a mouth, a response came "what are you getting at senator Vlox?"

The second senator mused for a few seconds, "We need to find allies, we cannot rely on ourselves this time, the threat is too big."

The praetor took all this under consideration, unlike his predecessor, he was aware of the isolationist state the empire was in, and he felt that it could expand its reaches, especially with the threat of the aschen proving that, the shoot first ask questions later tactic caused this war in the first place, maybe now was time to experiment in a positive change. Coming out of his deep thought he noticed the somewhat annoyed face of the admiral

He hid a small smile, "Admiral Dateras, continue with your report."

Giving a nod in confirmation, or was it thanks? The admiral continued, "As I was saying beforehand, the attack on Cheron, it was not by the aschen."

"What do you mean?" The Praetor asked with no small amount of curiousity

"Our ships in the system were caught off guard by we only had 3 Warbirds in system, as well as 2 dozen smaller vessels, since we we're confident that Cheron was so far in Imperial territory, the Aschen would not try an assault."

"Well an attack came anyway Admiral." The first senator said with a sneer.

Dateras restrained herself, if only in respect to the senate. "Yes senator, I noticed that, however despite this, one of our ships managed to get a recording of the enemy." Bringing out a holographic viewer, she activated it at the centre of the room. A flash of small flash of light, jumped up to roughly 2 metres in height, spreading out into an almost sphere shape. It showed the view from the Romulan Warbirds RIS Drec'vas, slowly turning around to face Cheron IV, its short distance patrol was cut off by dozens of purple flashes, appearing in the distance. Faint silver and gold lights could be seen, leaving the closing hyperspace windows, yet no comm., nor even sensor signatures couldn't be detected.

The scene skipped ahead, the defense fleet moved in together to intercept the new comers, the purple toned Warbirds, absolutely dwarfed everything in the scene, even the new comers rather large starships, but what was strange, mixed with the new comers were Romulan starships, not Warbirds, but scouts, escort destroyers, and the like.

Before even a comm. Signal was sent out, before either fleet halted their approach, the enemy opened fire, firing massive orange bolts of energy at the unprepared defenders, fighters launched in swarms. The Romulan fleet immediately countered, onslaughts of plasma torpedoes were fired in retaliation, pulses and beams of disruptor energy joined the fray, not to mention the larger, but more heavily armed Imperial fighters exiting out of the Warbirds hangers, the battle was joined.

Once again the scene shifted forward, showing the shattered remains of both fleets. 3 surviving enemy 'pyramids' charged in on the no doubt severely damaged Drec'vas. The mighty Imperial Starship gave all it had left, torpedoes gone, disruptor banks drained, its few remaining escorts being slaughtered by dozens of fighters buzzing around so fast that it was difficult to follow.

Finally the Drec'vas found itself facing off with a single pyramid, knowing it had no possible chance of victory, the crew did the only possible action left, they rammed the enemy. On near contact with the enemy ships hull, the glowing lightshow disappeared into nothingness, leaving only the stunned reactions of senators, all for multiple reasons.

The Praetor knew who the enemy was, but he held his tongue, quickly trying to return to his emotionless state, could any others know? Had they brought a civil war against the senate? had the ancient gods of the Romulan people returned?

Barrios System

Near the former Governors House of Barrios, thousands of Aschen gathered in crowds that flooded the streets, yet unlike those of other races, there was no cheering, there were no wild flashes of colour in each persons clothing, but a silent grey swarm of aschen, listening with intent to the speaker.

"Let no one man interfere with our goal, where those before us had almost lead to our destruction as a species, due to arrogance, anger, vengeance, and the emotions that we should be suppression, such says the ancient teachings." He starred out to the still growing crowd with pride, these were the people he was willing to die for, the colonies held the true heart of the aschen, as the core had been corrupting for centuries, the colonies were the ones that grew, that prospered, and now with the core gone, and its last influences destroyed by his own hand, he had only to finish the job that the corrupt had started. Then, and only then could his people begin anew.

"The Romulan Homeworld is within our grasp, and unlike ourselves, they will fall with its destruction, however we are over extending, the attacks done by those before us had drained our assets, but we must not stop the assaults." He paused slightly, now he was about to reveal a secret that not even the governments knew, to the public no less, but despite their appearance, he knew they needed a moral boost, such a titanic blow at both Vulcan and the Tau'ri System had been monstrous, not even the Romulan could pull of that kind of damage in any of their battles." However in recent years, research into a new class of vessel has taken place, a Battlecruiser, designed for ship to ship combat, not like our refit starships that we use now, this ship, the Devastator, shall do as it name says."

"Every man and woman that has died in combat will be avenged, every being trapped on our former Homeworld, in a fate worse then death itself, shall be avenged, but most importantly, this ship shall lead the way to our rightful place in the stars, shall any race stand in our path, they will fall before its might, be they the traitorous Vulcan's? Or their blue skinned allies the Andorians? Be they the Romulans? Who would deny us their knowledge, to free our people? Or be they the worse race there is, the Genocidal Tau'ri? Those that would kill 3 billion beings without a second thought? I say, let them suffer vengeance in its fullest!" he did not yell, nor did he raise his voice any more then necessary, the people below gave a mild applause in response, and that's the best anyone could expect.

Gerol gave a short bow to the people, slowly turning in to the building, all the way feeling an incredible surge of guilt and disgust with himself. All things pointed that this was the most illogical approach even thought of, he knew that in the end, the Aschen could not hold against all 4 factions, nor did he want to, but he urged it anyway, if only to swerve public opinion in his favour. With the report of Molum being killed in battle, the role of Supreme Commander was passed down to himself, and now he lead 400 million aschen into a war of unheard of scales, one that they could not win, all because of the stupid actions of the man before him.