Prelude to Axanar Page #3

Yeah, sure, I'll tell you.

They called me "Queen, B*tch, Whore of the Federation."

The Ares class had withstood its first trial by fire.

It passed with the gauntlet victorious.

The Ares had proven itself and it continued to prove itself.

It was bigger, faster, more agile, drip drop.

And it was better armed than anything we'd, had before.

We had lost the advantage.

At the time, Starfleet crews preferred

to fight among their own kind.

Crews might be Andorian or

Tellarite, or Vulcan, or Human.

Each of which had their own strategy and tactics.

One never knew who, you are fighting.

And knowing one's enemies,

is the first rule of war.

With the launch of their newer ships and the

experience their commanders had gained,

our progress was slowed.

It was, frustrating to fight Starfleet.

Confident in their Ares cruisers, this brash core

of captains took back three systems in 30 days.

But the war was not over, yet.

Stardate 2244.9

Starfleet's next generation heavy

cruiser is behind schedule.

Admiral Ramirez has himself arrived

to deal with the problem,

when he receives a coded transmission,

from Starfleet intelligence.

The Klingons were building something.

Something big.

We heard these rumors about the D7.

We'd proven we could take on the Klingons

But the D7, changed all that.

D7 would break the back of Starfleet.

We had three shipyards,

across the Klingon Empire, build her.

If the Klingon high council, had listened to Kharn

If the high council had listened to me,

they would have had D7s at Signus III.

The D7 would have been ready for battle.

And all our new class Ares ships,

would have been cut to pieces.

And we would have defeated, the Federation.

It had become an arms race,

a war of technology.

The new class of ship was proving

more complicated than we realized.

We needed more time.

If the Klingons launched them first, we would

have been outmatched and outgunned, again.

And by now, the Klingons had learned better than to...

squander that advantage.

I needed another option.

I went to my three best captains: Garth, Robau, Trask.

And I asked them each for a plan of action.

The admiralty had three different plans.

The first one, wasn't worth spit.

The second one, was a good plan, solid plan.

But the third, was Garth's!

Garth asked me, out of the blue, if we could have a drink?

That's when I told her,

I had an idea for a battle plan.

My first reaction, let me just say this,

I was really glad we were drinking.

Garth and Sonya came into my quarters.

I showed him a rough outline of my

plan and I said "What do you think?"

Sam sat there.

He looked at it, and looked at it,

and then he looked at me.

And he said:

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