His ship came apart in pieces. Not all at once. In the way a ship comes apart when someone knows where to hit it — saucer section fine, warp nacelles fine, starboard phaser array gone in the first second of the engagement.
“Shields to forty-one percent,” his first officer said. Her voice flat. “Starboard gone. Port holding.”
He looked at the viewscreen and did not recognize what he was looking at. Four ships. Dark. Angular in a way that felt wrong before he could name why.
Something went wrong with the timeline. The Federation wasn’t acting like the Federation anymore. It was unrecognizable.
Someone noticed. And he fixed it.
This is a fan novel about what Star Trek was, what it became, and what happens when one person decides the future is still worth fighting for.
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